Even now, back in the past, Trunks can’t shake the pain. Not the physical pain, of course, that was nothing. He couldn’t stop seeing his mother’s death and the absolute stab of failure he felt with that loss. He had sworn to protect his family and in his future, his mother was all that he had. Though he’d gotten to eventually spend time with his father when he’d traveled to the past, he hadn’t gotten the luxury that his past self had and that was growing up with a father.

Sensing the presence of the Saiyan, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the other. There was a part of him that felt like he’d let his father down when he’d lost his mother. He swallowed, attempting to hide all traces of his emotion in front of his father.

Trunks eyed the other cautiously. He’d never seen her before, but could sense her energy. Now, of course, was finding out whether she was a threat or, hopefully, an ally. He could use more allies than enemies.

Trunks glared at the other, shifting into a stance that readied him to attack at a moment’s notice. His sword had served him well once against the other, but right now it was a case of seeing a ghost and there was no telling what it would take to stop him now. He didn’t trust the other at all and, of course, for perfectly good reason. He knew that his presence was, more than likely, not a good thing. 

Given that there weren’t many people left on earth, Trunks had seen the girl around. He never saw her for long and could sense a power level from her that he was used to seeing from people, well, more like him. He was only half Saiyan, but he had a hunch that he wasn’t the only left here that wasn’t currently trying to destroy everything.

Finding her one night, out on a scouting mission for what little supplies he could gather, he stopped near her. It was time to find out who she was, once and for all. 

Something was wrong. As Trunks exited the Time Machine, he didn’t recognize the settings around him. He quickly shrank the machine back down and hid the capsule away in his pocket. He couldn’t afford to take any chances.

Looking around him, he realized he was in a cold, wintry area. Damnit. He wasn’t entirely dressed for this, but no matter. He set off, flying, and stopped at the first sign of life. His eyes narrowed on what looked like another android.

The past was a always lot for Trunks to take in. No matter how long he stayed here, he know that this wasn’t his home. His destiny, his life, were far from here. He didn’t have the luxury of knowing these people in his life, including his father.

Wanting to have some time to breathe and reflect, Trunks found himself sitting on the balcony alone. He stared up into the unmarred sky, feeling the pull of not belonging here and push to his own destiny. 

He drew in a breath just as he detected he wasn’t alone. Being able to sense power aside, he knew the other’s presence. He kept his gaze fixed up at the sky. “Hello, father.”

Batman Arkham Knight Prompts - Still Accepting

Batman Arkham Knight Prompts - Still Accepting

Trunks automatically straightened up in front of his father. He observed the older Saiyan, thinking for a moment on his words. In his own life, Trunks had faced more losses than he cared to admit. His life was bleak and he, in fact, never had the luxury of growing up with the father he now stood in front of. Of course, having spent time training with him before, he’d come to know and even love the man, even if he didn’t outwardly show it. He understood that his father was a proud, incredibly strong warrior and he respected him more than he could ever say.