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[secretsofdbz]

Happy ~Pride~ month everyone!

While my fic doesn't tend towards ships, my AFAB Future Trunks is 100% queer (and so am I!).

Her modern labels are:

- gender identity: woman

- gender expression: masculine

- romantic and sexual attraction: ace/demi regardless of gender

(art by @crimerhyme pls commission them it's awesome <3 )

I'd really appreciate it if you gave it a chance! It's a labor of love about identity, time travel, introspection and self-discovery, more than "what if Trunks was a girl" down the mill Rule 63 ;)

Much love!

[missmilkie]

Dragonball Bf Scenarios

Becoming Friends

2k words

Goku

After the Tenkaichi Budokai, you did end up giving Goku a call. It was about two weeks after the tournament when you met him out in the mountains. You silently prayed that he didn’t lure you out there just to murder you. Something about him gave you the feeling that not only was he not that smart, but he wouldn’t have any malicious intention. Because of that, you were at his place right on time.

You were one of the few Earthlings who could fly on their own. It was a technique you had learned from your master who had learned it somewhere else. Thanks to this ability, you traveled to the mountains with ease.

As soon as you knocked on the door of the small house, Goku opened it.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Wow you sure know how to get places on time.”

“Thanks. Training gets me so pumped.”

“I’m just finishing up breakfast. I’ll be quick though.”

When Goku said breakfast you expected like some eggs or something. His entire dining table was covered in empty bowls stacked up. Only a few still had food in them. He ate a ton! This was just breakfast!

“Sorry about the mess, I eat a lot.” Goku grinned sheepishly.

“It’s alright. Whatever you gotta do, man.” You shrugged it off.

Goku finished eating in a matter of minutes. He offered you some food, but you didn’t wanna barf while you trained.

There was a clearing not too far from Goku’s house. That was where you trained until lunch. Goku taught you how to focus your energy to shoot beams and told you about some weighted training he did. You would be trying that at home under your master’s supervision.

For lunch, you helped Goku prepare a meal of gargantuan proportions. It all smelled so good, so you weren’t complaining. All that training had worked up quite the appetite for you.

“Where’d you learn to cook like this? It looks and smells amazing.” You asked while chopping vegetables.

“When my ex-wife and I got divorced, I had to learn how to cook for myself so that I wouldn’t starve. Some friends gave me some cookbooks to study and I’ve been doing fine since.” Goku explained with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry to have brought up your divorce.” You frowned, feeling like an inconsiderate idiot.

“It’s okay. We weren’t really that happy together anyways. I was always away training, which was hard on her. We butted heads when it came to our sons’ schooling and whatnot.” Goku explained somewhat sadly. He perked back up again. “It was probably for the best. Now our sons don’t see us fighting all the time.”

“How old are your sons?” You questioned, trying to shift the topic.

“21 and 11. Gohan is the older one, and Goten is younger. My ex still has custody over Goten, so I only get to see him on the weekends.”

“How is Goten about all of this? Eleven is sort of a delicate age.”

“He seems to be alright. He’s just glad he gets to see me. Gohan is more affected I think. He doesn’t talk about it, but I can tell he’s sad that his mom and I weren’t happy together.”

“Geez, I need to stop asking questions. I’m over here bringing up deep stuff and we just met.” You chided yourself out loud.

“You’re fine. I love my sons, they’re a huge part of my life. They were bound to come up sooner or later.”

Vegeta

For some odd reason, everytime you left Capsule Corp, you ran into Vegeta. You couldn’t avoid him. No matter what you did, you ended up meeting him at the door. It would be more annoying if Trunks’s attitude wasn’t starting to turn around.

He had begrudgingly begun to cooperate during class. You didn’t know how long this streak would last, so you took advantage of it. You gave him positive reinforcement at every opportunity to encourage his new behavior. When you gave him a test, he passed with flying colors. It was a miracle!

You knew you kind of owed Vegeta some kind of thanks for talking to his son, but you were still upset about how rude he was to you. Your pride made it hard to do these things in the first place.

Swallowing your instinct to just glare at Vegeta as you walked by him, you prepared to say what you had mentally rehearsed for the entire walk to the door.

“Hey, Vegeta. I just wanted to say thanks for talking to Trunks. His grades have gotten so much better and he’s realizing how intelligent he really is. I think this has been a big confidence booster for him, and you’re one to thank for it.”

“Whatever. His mother told me to yell at him about his grades anyways.” And Vegeta ruined the moment.

“Your son’s education is important to me. Not just because I get paid for it, but because I genuinely enjoy what I do.” You stated with confidence. You were about to walk out the door when Vegeta grabbed you by the arm.

“You should tell me more about his progress next week. I didn’t raise my son to be a simpleton.”

With that, he released you. The cab ride home was full of thoughts for you. You and Vegeta were finally on good terms.

Son Gohan

Sitting next to Gohan was actually better than you thought it’d be. He was so funny and socially clueless. You could mess with him a bit.

At first he had things to say about you sleeping in class, but you assured him that it was fine. He saw your grades to prove it and has left it alone since. It was cute though because he mentioned it out of concern.

Gohan was so sweet compared to most other teenage boys. He didn’t bask in the attention from the other girls. He just nervously responded to them and exited the conversation as politely as possible. Gohan was a people pleaser, these things made him awkward. The fact that he was home schooled for most of his life only made it worse. He did not know how high school worked.

That was okay though. He had you to show him the ropes and guide him. You warned him about which people to avoid and not engage with. Teenagers could be nasty. In more than one way.

You took on the role of Gohan’s protector. People already didn’t like you, so you had nothing to lose. You tended to keep to yourself and stay out of drama. People held that and the fact that you were blunt, especially to those who interrupted your naps, against you.

Gohan just barely picked up on the fact that people didn’t like you. Some red headed girl that you couldn’t remember the name of had blackmailed him into going out with her. When he told you about it, he mentioned that she was confused as to why he chose to be friends with such a lazy bitch. You didn’t explain it much, but he got the idea.

While you weren’t one to stay awake in class, you were a studyer. Gohan came to your house after school almost every day to study for a bit before he had to go home. You offered to alternate which house you studied at, but he refused saying his mom would flip out if he brought a girl home.

“She would ask you if you’re pregnant. No joke.” Gohan told you with a horrified expression.

“You? Get a girl pregnant? That’s like impossible. You’re the biggest virgin I know.” You giggled.

“Hey! I could.” Gohan had learned enough from you to know that you were teasing him.

“Do you even know how sex works?” You raised your eyebrows, still laughing.

“Of course I do! The guy inserts his penis in the girl’s vagina and then they go at it until he ejaculates.” Gohan explained so matter of factly that you were on the floor laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“You know so little. I have much to teach you, my child.” You patted his head.

“I don’t think I wanna know anything you have to teach me about sex.”

“It’ll be fun.”

Future Trunks

After you met Bulma, she convinced you to stay a while. The worn down Capsule Corp building provided a room for you where the androids would not hear you scream. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to stick around and contribute to Bulma’s efforts.

This included scavenging for materials with Trunks. You would go out and dig through rubble until you could find things that were still usable. It was hard work, but you enjoyed chatting with Trunks for hours every day.

At first he was shy and awkward. Bulma told you he hadn’t really met girls his age. You had to initiate your first conversations and keep them going which was hard. You weren’t used to interacting with people, so you were just as awkward. He did warm up to you though.

“Look at this, Trunks. Isn’t it cool?” You held up an unknown object. There were a lot of things that were probably everyday items back before the androids that you couldn’t name.

“Oh wow. That’s a music player!” He reached out for the small rectangular electronic device. He inspected the small screen and large circle with buttons around it, indicating their uses. “I might have a charger for this lying around the lab.”

“Let’s see if we can get it to work!”

In the evening, you headed back to Capsule Corp under the cover of the shadows of dilapidated buildings. The two of you put the salvaged parts in the lab before digging through some junk in Trunks’s corner.

Like his mom, he was gifted with technology and liked to tinker with appliances. When he scavenged he took things for himself that he found interesting. Only he could navigate his collection, carefully sifting through boxes.

“Found it!” Trunks turned around, charger in hand.

He plugged it into the wall before connecting it to the music player. An icon appeared on the tiny screen. Success.

“I wonder what songs are on it”

“Probably old stuff that we wouldn’t recognize. My mom might though.”

“Damn, calling your mom old like that.” You teased. He immediately turned red and looked away.

“I didn’t mean it like that..”

“I’m just giving you a hard time, Trunks.”

He went back to figuring out the device with his ears still tinted red. He gasped when he pressed a button and sound came out.

You swayed to the music, you’d never heard anything so beautiful for such a long time.

“I think you’re supposed to dance a certain way. My mom used to do it with me when I was younger.” Trunks stuttered through that a bit.

“By all means, teach me.”

“My hands go here.” He placed his hands on the sides of your waist. “And your arms go around my neck.”

You tentatively brought your hands up to meet at the back of his neck. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” Trunks began to sway, leading you through the song.

I hear the crystal raindrops fall, on the window down the hall, and it becomes the morning dew~

And darling when the morning comes, and I see the morning sun, I wanna be the one with you~

Broly

A few days in, things were going well on Vampa. Broly was gentle and considerate seeing as you were a human and happened to be much more fragile than him. He took you out to explore the planet, carrying you as he flew through the air.

His grip was light on your body, fingers nearly hovering around your shoulders and under your thighs.

“My father used to train me here. He had to cut off my tail because I couldn’t control myself as a great ape.” His deep voice was so soft.

“And to my knowledge, that is a transformation brought about by seeing the full moon? Vegeta tells me that he could control it, but Goku and Gohan never learned how to.”

Broly only hummed in response as he kept flying. The wind whipped at your hair and his, the strands loosely tangling. You could tell that Broly was focusing from the way his brows slightly furrowed, his nearly unblinking stare, and his slightly scrunched up nose. It was cute.

“This is where Ba lives.”

“Goku told me about him. Your father wounded him because he was your friend? An awful thing to do to an animal.” You glanced at his face to study his reaction.

Broly’s lips pursed into a frown and his eyes clouded with what you guessed was guilt and sadness.

“Yes. He didn’t like me playing with Ba.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Broly. You didn’t know better, and your father is the one who hurt him.” You placed a hand on his muscular shoulder, looking at him in his big dark eyes. “Beating yourself up about it won’t change what happened. You can move forward though.”

“How do I move forward from losing the first friend I ever had?” Broly averted his eyes.

“Accept what has happened. Your father hurt Ba.”

“Yes.”

“And it was not your fault.”

“Okay…”

“Now, we can try to befriend Ba again or leave him in peace if you think that’s best.”

“I…think I can try again.” The saiyan’s voice wavered for a moment.

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll be right here for you.”

[vegeta-bananabluish]

Reader Harem/poly fic, Valentines day special!

Title: A Beacon of affection (porn with plot) The (female) reader gets some lovin'! Vegeta/Reader, Goku/Reader, Gohan/Reader, Future Trunks/Reader, Broly/Reader, Gogeta/Reader, Goku/Reader/Vegeta, Goku Black/Reader.

Summary: A dystopian AU taking place many years after Super. Goku Black is roaming the Earth through different timelines, wreaking havoc wherever he goes. He is on a mission to hunt down the last of the Earth's inhabitants, determined to leave no survivors.

Given their genetic resilience and elongated life spans, a handful of Saiyans are left to fight for their survival. They’ve retreated to a shielded area located under a mountain range, carefully hidden from Goku Black’s sinister gaze.

You are one of the last remaining humans, trying to survive the hostile terrain. One day, a radio message leads you to the Saiyan’s shelter, where you meet Gohan, Goku, Vegeta and Future Trunks (and later Broly). You are the first non-related female they've seen in years, and your peculiar pheromones quickly start to drive them to the edge of madness.

To your own surprise, something drives you to reciprocate, resulting in a complex yet passionate poly cohabitation.

That is, until Goku Black picks up your delicious scent… Will the Saiyans be able to rescue you in time and finally defeat this fearsome enemy, or is it too late?

Chapter 1

[teenandbeyond]

Hello! Can I request a trunks x female Saiyan reader, Soulmate AU, so a soulmate AU where future trunks finds his soulmate and she turns out to be a SAIYAN, her family kept her hidden this whole time, and she had a adopted family after planet Vegeta was destroyed. let me just say something about the reader😌 She's

✨ DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ✨

And she has this calm powerful Aura around her, She's also a full blood Saiyan 🤭 but she doesn't get easily angry like most female Saiyans which is surprising 😮 (since most do but not all) And she's STRONG STRONG,

and when she powers up, she doesn't just go super Saiyan, but she even has like her own different unquie form.

Trunks x Fem. Saiyan Reader Headcanons

Sure :)

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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Saiyan QUEEN (DBS or Dragonball Super)

Warning(s): Fluff, the soulmate of a prince (but the personality of a queen)

Vegeta hoped for his son to surpass him somehow, but it was unexpected for his soulmate to be the last female of their kind...

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One day Trunks felt a tugging.

And within a moment, he'd flown out father than he ever had.

His guard was up, just in case the androids were close.

He heard a loud impact, like something hitting the ground.

He peeked around a column

Jaw dropped

You were in your combat pose, letting out a calm breath

Focused

And so was he, on you.

He found you absolutely beautiful

He watched as you did what seemed to be your routine

"You gonna keep watching me all day?"

Hitched breath, "I-Uh..."

He came out of his hiding spot, only to see you weren't there

"Where-?"

"Hey—oh you're cute."

He turned to be greeted by a beautiful smile.

The feeling doubled tenfold now that you were closer

And from the way you were looking at him, you might have felt it, too.

"I'm uh, I'm Trunks."

"[Name]."

With an awkward cough, you separate, not realizing you'd grown closer.

Quickly, Trunks starts crushing.

His mom quickly catches on, making little faces at him you don't catch.

Then you kiss for the first time after a fight with the androids.

A power shoots through you, and you get answers.

Soulmates

You'd never believed such a thing existed.

And you found out you were something called a Saiyan.

"But...your form looks different from mine...and..."

You tilt your head at him, "Hm? 'And' what?"

His cheeks flush, "You...were....beautiful. Unreal."

Your fingers brush against his cheeks, ever reddening under your touch.

"You're too cute for your own good."

"Yeah, yeah...You just bring it out in me."

You make him totally whipped, but he won't admit that

You go to the past with him to warn them of the androids.

And you meet your boyfriend's dad

He's very suspicious of you

"Who are you? Your form earlier looked like that of a Saiyan, but different somehow."

"I'm sorry, sir. But I can't tell you that," you give a composed smile.

You don't think he liked that about you, how calm you were, effortlessly.

You were right, it unsettled the prince.

That and your power level, your was a smidge higher than the boy's, but he could tell that it wasn't even at your peak.

You were powerful and you carried yourself that way.

When you transformed, your hair didn't turn gold like the boy, who Vegeta didn't want to believe was Super Saiyan.

No, you, your hair was a color he'd never seen before.

It didn't just rise, it floated gently, like a swan gliding across the water.

Your eyes were a white crystal blue.

And unlike a Saiyan giving off a feeling of power, anger, and intensity.

You gave a feeling of ultimate calmness, the power was undeniable, yet not heavy, not suffocating.

So, yes. He was watching you.

Until he learned the truth, that you both were Saiyans.

"You're full-blooded?"

"Yes, sir."

"But-But how? There's no way you were on earth all this time and we never met you."

"Well, I was born around the time you all had died--I was adopted by earthlings...and you weren't meant to find me. Trunks was meant to find me."

Vegeta went from being suspicious to bragging.

"Ha! You hear that, Kakarot?! My son found a full-blooded Saiyan! I win this round!"

"Huh? They got married or somethin'?"

Cue the embarrassed faces.

"We-Um..." you look down to your toes.

Trunks only smiles at you, "Not yet."

[z0-ne]

Hi! Can I request a Future Trunks headcannon with someone who's very STRONG, STRONG and calm also the have this powerful Aura around them and they're absolutely

✨DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ✨

Yes! Thank you for the request! I saw your other one too and I'll make sure to get to both of them!

Future Trunks With Strong! Reader!

You ctually arrived after the whole showdown with the andriods and cell, so you were a little late to the party.

It was actually your strength that caught his attention first, and your Strong Aura scared the crap out of him.

He was a little scared that you might've been another issue, and considering how strong your aura was he wasn't confident that he'd beat you in a fight.

So your first meeting was after he was done sneaking around and following you until he could confirm for himself that you weren't a threat.

Luckily after some time of silently stalking you, he figured out pretty quickly that if you actually wanted to destroy the earth you would've done it by now.

After confirming all of this, he was still a little hesitant on talking to you in the begining because of how stunning you turned out to be,

It actually shocked him when he first got a good glance at your face.

Of course after some slight encouragement from his mother and pushing himself a little more he was able to do it. (Even though he didn't tell her everything about you.)

Still, even though you guys are currently dating he's still a little stunned when he looks at you.

He usually stops and just admires you when he gets a chance to.

Training usually ends up with you winning and Teaching him how you did it.

You have your moments when you lose, but instead of being upset about it you're happy he's catching up in strength.

Since you weren't there for the andriods, you can't exactly relate to his nightmares, but you offer what comfort you can give and he appreciates it a lot.

Trunks is grateful that your here not only because he loves you, but because now there's someone else to help him fight off the other threats.

Dates are rare and usually consist of Training together, and the occasional walk around in nature.

You know he watched you before asking you out. You just decide to spare his pride because you love him.

[zipzapi]

Werewolf Trunks lives rent free in my mind now. Have you ever drawn fem!Trunks?

Nope, but here's a little of both :>

+ a bonus sketch cus why not

One Fem!Trunks and then a regular Trunks and yes I gave them tails :D

[hearthandarrow]

First pass sketches on a Fem! Trunks design for the fic I’m writing. They’re early 30s during the majority of the story but I wanted to try sketching them using some of the material from DBZ as reference.

[chocolatelovingfnficgirl]

Looking for a dbz fic

Hey if you could reblog this I would appreciate it!

This fic had a Turned into a girl! Goku. It’s eventually vegeta/ Goku. I know that it was an accidental wish from the dragon balls. I remember a scene where Trunks (who is canon Trunks) confront Vegeta and he threatens him to stay out of his business. I believe they were in the hyperbolic time chamber at some point. Also in the latest chapter they were in HFIL for some reason.

Please help me find it! It’s driving me crazy.

[marivelsblog1503]

🐉 Parte I: Guerreros. 🐉

Con: 655 palabras en total. Anterior: || Índice: || Siguiente: Parte donde les muestro los personajes de esta historia. © Todos los derechos reservados.

«— ¿Por qué tuvo que pasar todo esto? —»

«— Todo paso en un abrir y cerrar de ojos, los Androides parecieron de la nada, comenzando así el verdadero y cruel destino de la tierra, lastimosa y trágicamente el guerrero más fuerte había fallecido a causa de una rara enfermedad del corazón. —»

«— Los guerreros Z eran los únicos que podrían detenerlos, pero la fuerza de estos seres no se comparaba con la de ellos, asesinando a cada uno de ellos y con ello despertaron el verdadero poder oculto de un joven Sayajin. —»

«— Ahora, él era la única esperanza para los habitantes de la tierra, incluyendo a dos pequeños, pero aún no estaban listos para luchar contra los androides, muchos menos con la cantidad de fuerza que poseen. —»

«— La sangre de fuertes guerreros Sayajin corren por sus venas, las cuales fueron heredadas por sus padres, con el entrenamiento indicado estos dos futuros guerreros podrán derrotar a estas dos máquinas. —»

«— Ellos son... —»

«— Son Gine , hija de Son Goku , aquel Sayajin que logro derrotar a terrible Freezer en el planeta Namek , hija de Son Milk , aquella mujer que se retiro de las artes marciales para poder cuidar a sus hijos, y hermana menor de Son Gohan , aquel joven que prometió proteger y entrenar a su hermanita. —»

«— Trunks Briefs , hijo del poderoso y príncipe de los Sayajin Vegeta , aquel que prometió destruir a su mayor rival con sus propias manos, y Bulma Briefs , aquella mujer que ayudó a innumerables a sus amigos a reunir las 7 esferas del Dragón. —»

«— Conoce la historia de dos jóvenes que buscan la paz en su mundo, y como la tragedia puede llegar a llegar a su máximo poder. —»

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Personajes en esta primera

parte:

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|| Cristina Hernández en la voz de Son Gine.||

«— Debo entrenar lo máximo que puedo, incluso si no puedo más, pero no pienso dejar que esos malditos sigan causando más dolor y maten a más personas inocentes. —»

|| Sergio Bonilla en la voz de Trunks Briefs. ||

«— El coraje y la ira que siento por dentro no la puedo describir, no quiero seguir en un mundo que esté destruido, contigo a mi lado, podremos ver la felicidad que rodeaba la tierra. —»

|| Luis Alfonso Mendoza en la voz de Son Gohan. ||

«— Deben enojarse más para que puedan convertirse en Súper Sayajin, ambos son la última esperanza de la tierra. —»

|| Rocío Garcel en la voz de Bulma Briefs. ||

«— Trato de ser fuerte, pero, la tierra dejo de ser un mundo tranquilo desde que esos Androides llegaron a la tierra, debo darme prisa en terminar la máquina del tiempo. —»

|| Patricia Acevedo en la voz de Son Milk. ||

«— Nunca logre convencer a Gohan de que no desafiara a los Androides, ahora temo en perder a mis dos hijos, son el único recuerdo más importante de su padre. —»

|| Jesús Colín en la voz de Maestro Roshi. ||

«— Tienen las mismas habilidades de peleas de sus padres, debo de reconocer que a este punto superaran la fuerza que ellos alguna vez poseyeron, pero no se confíen, los Androides son realmente fuertes y difíciles de vencer, tendrán cuidado. —»

|| Genaro Vásquez en la voz de Android número 17. ||

«— No tiene caso seguir con nuestro objetivo si Goku está muerto, es por eso que necesitamos divertirnos. —»

|| Mónica Villaseñor en la voz de Android número 18. ||

«— Los humanos nos dan asco, es por eso que cada vez que se nos atraviesan en el camino no dudamos en matarlos. —»

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Playlist de la primera parte:

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||Cha-la-cabeza-cha-la de Ricardo Silva. ||

|| Sal de ahí magnífico poder de Marisa de Lille. ||

|| Romance te puedo dar versión de Adrián Barba. ||

|| El viento azul de esperanza de Adrián Barba. ||

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[secretsofdbz]

Ohai, does my fic seem too long and intimidating? But do you still want to give it a shot, but can't commit the time and energy to a longfic?

The premise you need:

Future Trunks is a girl and wears a binder / hides her gender because ~reasons~. She wanted to come clean to the gang after her birth, but main timeline Trunks was born a boy (and at a different date than she was).

The story is divided in different arcs. The first three arcs cover the entire canon Android Saga and as such, are somewhat canon compliant. Some spoilers for the story of course.. (in italics, some chapters you can read on their own).

Trunks arc:

Trunks appears, yeets Frieza, gives the warning but instead of going back home immediately, she stays for a little while to use the Dragon Balls. And train a little with Goku, Gohan and Piccolo on one hand, and Vegeta on the other.

Spar: instead of doing nothing during the 3 hours wait before Goku arrives, someone starts a fight with the mysterious youth.

Goku: Goku finally arrives, and the mysterious youth delivers the warning to the entire gang, and gives the medicine.

Vegeta; Trunks fights/trains with Vegeta before she can use the Dragon Balls.

Android Arc:

Trunks' second trip to the past makes her land a bit later than anticipated. They meet (and fight) 17 and 18, 16 doesn't fight, and the Cyborgs (+ 1 Android) decide to go on their merry way and find Goku, who, of course, fell ill. Baby Trunks was born male, and at another date than she was, enter existential crisis mode, plus a bunch of fighters who now know who she is. Or rather, who she's meant to be. And there's a new Time Machine...?

Family: just after being beaten up by the Androids, and taking that strange Time Machine back to Capsule Corp for analysis, Trunks is welcomed back to Capsule Corp as a family member.

Siblings: Trunks explains to Bulma the different timelines while dealing with the existential crisis of the new Time Machine.

Cell arc:

The Time Machine was discovered, but most importantly, its monster has appeared, and everything goes to hell. Room of Spirit and Time, the certainty that the monster killed another version of Trunks (who was, it seems, male as well) to steal the machine, the possibility of a future Bulma left alone, and dealing with the fact that Gohan, precious Gohan, wants to fight and learn to become a super Saiyan.. Trunks can't accept that and has a frank discussion about it with him and Goku, that Hybrids are different. She ends up bonding with Vegeta and finally calls him her father, all while still hiding her gender and situation. Of course that goes to hell when Vegeta decides to let Cell become perfect. Some serious punching is warranted, if they survive the Cell Games...

Birthday: Celebrating Gohan's 9th birthday (post-Cell appearing, before he became perfect) with everyone, while Goku is still recovering.

Father: the meat of the fighting in the HTC for Trunks and Vegeta.

The talks: just afterwards, some "biology" education situation.

Purpose arc:

This is where the true divergence happens. Instead of going straight home to 784, Trunks decides to make sure the Cyborgs are no threat to 767... And she goes with Gohan and Krillin to 787 to rez Dead!Trunks. And blow up a lab. And steal some hardware. And meet her older, male!self.. and 787's Gohan and Videl (!). And tell that Bulma and male!Trunks, as well as Gohan and Krillin about how she got her sword because clearly those events haven't happened in 767 nor in 787. Once back in 767, there's also a healthy dose of her relationship with Vegeta, whether to forgive him, to see what he's done and hasn't done, and Gohan confesses he's in love with her (nothing outrageous.. all while still thinking fem!Trunks is male; little by little though, some people find out she's a girl :p). There's also taking Krillin to a date with Android 18 and mayhaps be alright. Trunks eventually goes back home to 784, kills her cyborgs and blows up her lab before Cell hatches. But not all is well.

Tapion: 784-Trunks explains to 787-Trunks, 787-Bulma, 787-Dende, and 767 Gohan and 767 Krillin how she got her sword.

Uranai Baba: Uranai Baba can finally come back from Otherworld with a guest to 787.

Love: In 767, before Trunks goes back home to 784, Gohan confesses.

Solitude arc:

784's Future Bulma decides to take her Trunks back to the main timeline, but she aims for 774 instead for a bunch of reasons; she wants to enroll Trunks in school. Even if she's just under 19, she dropped out because, well, apocalypse. Main Timeline Bulma pulls some strings and gets her to be enrolled in the same year as Gohan because, well, of course she would. Future Bulma and Future Trunks take pseudonyms as to not confuse the kids, and go by Tights ("stealing my sister's name lol") and Tora (the name Trunks used when she stayed during the Trunks arc) and still present as male. This arc covers the Saiyaman Arc, except it's with Tapion (!) and the Buu arc (except it's with some other interference..)

School: Trunks ("Tora") was thrown into school and meets 16yo Gohan, who has grown taller than her since. And all of his classmates.

Flying: Where Videl wants to learn to fly and Goten and Trunks discover that 'Tora', Trunks' "cousin" can go Super.

Dares: Drinking games with the school kids. Nothing nefarious, but Android 17 is involved so expect some shenanigans...!

[jezaguti]

Contexto:

Broly fem esta comprometida con Trunks, Vegeta y Paragus los comprometen en contra de su voluntad, y cuando Vegeta se la presenta a Trunks, él pregunta: “¿Y mí prometida?”

Y Vegeta le dice: “Ella es tu prometida. ¿O acaso pensaste que era un hombre?”

Entonces Trunks dice: “Espera... ¿Qué?” mirá a Broly y le pregunta: “¿Eres una chica?”

“Sí, lo soy”. Trunks se queda atónito y le vuelve a preguntar, ella le vuelve a decir que sí y ocurre está escena.

Creo que está imagen es suficiente para saber porqué Trunks la confundió con un hombre.

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Context:

Broly fem is engaged to Trunks, Vegeta and Paragus engage them against her will, and when Vegeta introduces her to Trunks, he asks, "And my fiancée?"

And Vegeta tells him, “She is your fiancée. Or did you think she was a man?"

Then Trunks says, "Wait... what?" he looks at Broly and asks, "Are you a girl?"

"Yes, I am". Trunks is stunned and asks her again, she says yes again and this scene occurs.

I think the image is enough to capture why Trunks mistook her for a man.

[missmilkie]

Dragonball Bf Scenarios

How You Meet

Feel free to request other guys. I’m just posting the ones I already had written.

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Son Goku

This year you were able to fight in the 26th Tenkaichi Budokai. After years of severe training, you entered with your master’s blessing. The preliminary round was pretty easy to get through as you just had to punch a machine that measured the strength of your punch.

You took one of the fifteen spots available to the fighters. Once the spots were filled, the contestants had to draw a number out of a box to get their first match up. You were going to fight some random guy who was giving you creepy looks as soon as you drew his number. You tried to pretend like you couldn’t feel his eyes undressing you.

Since your match wasn’t first, you watched fights from where the rest of the fighters waited. You focused on the fight between a super tall green guy and some poor guy scared out of his wits. You didn’t blame the latter, Ma Junior easily towered over most of the people in attendance. Sensing a disturbance nearby you whipped around to see your opponent.

“You’re pretty cute, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

“I wasn’t counting on it.” You rolled your eyes, your guard up.

“No need to be so uptight, I’m just trying to be friendly.” The guy put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Well, then you should know that just because I’m pretty does not mean that I’ll go easy on you.” You gave a bright fake smile as your eyes burned into his soul.

“We’ll see about that, sweetheart.” He smirked. You almost vomited at the sight. “See you in the ring.”

The relief that washed over you pushed down the nausea you had felt during the encounter. Men could be so disgusting.

Once you stepped into the ring, you closed out everything but you and your opponent. You wanted to beat him so bad that it bruised his ego. He deserved it after speaking to you the way he did. He was so condescending and thought it would charm you. What the hell was wrong with that guy?!

“After the tournament, we should go out.” He suggested.

“No thank you.” You responded coolly while settling into your stance.

“How about you go out with me if I beat you.”

“And if I beat you, you leave me the fuck alone.”

He was a little taken aback by your annoyed tone.

“Let the battle begin!” The announcer exclaimed into his microphone. Time to finish this as quickly as possible. The sooner he was off your back, the better.

“Ladies first.”

“If you insist.”

You lunged toward him so fast his eyes widened in surprise. He tried to dodge the punch you feigned only to get caught by your other fist. He spit up a bit on your shirt. Disgusted, you kicked him with 70% of your strength. He flew out of the ring and hit the grass with a thump.

“And the winner is (Y/n) (L/n)!!”

The crowd cheered for you so loudly. It wasn’t often a female beat her male opponent. You did it so quickly too.

“Whew, you’re a strong one! Can’t wait to fight you in the next round.” A friendly male voice chirped. Winner of the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, Son Goku, was grinning at you.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” A small smile found its way onto your face.

After that, you stole glances at Goku. He talked with his friends, the tall green man, a short angry man, and an even shorter bald guy. They all seemed to be a strong group. They were definitely the ones to beat.

There was a brief intermission before the start of the next round. Your first opponent didn’t bother coming anywhere near you. Your anticipation skyrocketed with each match that passed before yours. Fighting a former champion would prove difficult. You probably would not win, but you would give it all you got and show the world what you’re made of.

“Now for Son Goku versus (Y/n) (L/n)!!”

The two of you exchanged a smile before walking out into the arena.

“Ready? Fight!!”

You couldn’t take your chances with him. He was too good for you to be careless. You went in to attack, testing your speed in relation to his. He dodged swiftly, not surprising you. You recoiled back to avoid any attacks he might try to land on you. You’d be lucky to land a hit on him, much less one that packs enough punch to do damage. You would have to outsmart him, get him to lose via ring out somehow.

Goku wasted no time advancing on your position. You were able to block his blows fast enough, but only barely. Your forearms stung from the abuse. You kept blocking, letting him push you closer and closer to the edge. When you were close enough, you dropped to dodge his punch and sweep his legs out from under him. He leaped over your kick, somersaulting to grab you and toss you out of the ring.

You were just barely able to catch yourself mid air, revealing your flight ability.

“Impressive! You can fly too.”

You landed back in the ring to launch another assault on Goku. This time, you didn’t let up. Goku seemed to be gauging your strength as he blocked your attacks. Finally, he decided to end it. There was no way you were going to win, so there was no use in dragging it out. Goku gave you a chop to the back of the neck before catching your unconscious form.

“(Y/n) (L/n) has been knocked out. Son Goku advances to the next round!!”

When you came to, Goku was by your side. You didn’t win, but you knew that your master would be proud. In truth, you were proud too.

“You did pretty well.” Goku smiled down at you.

“Thank you, but I still have much to work on before I can become a champion.” You smiled genuinely at him.

“Give me a call, and I can help you with that if you want.”

“Alright.” You stared up into his deep black eyes. “I might just take you up on that.”

“I’ll give you my number then.”

Vegeta

Being a private teacher for the heir of Capsule Corp was crazy to you. Trunks was such a smart kid, but he tended to act out a lot. You attributed some of it to his parents divorce a year ago and the lack of attention from his brooding father.

Tiptoeing around his explosive mood swings and exposed nerves was a full time job in itself. You were naturally blunt and a little rude, so reining yourself in like this was new.

Trunks was a teenager now, and that meant a lot of things. Each day was an uphill battle to get him to cooperate and learn what his mom was paying you to teach him. His test scores were bordering below average and you knew it was because he wasn’t trying. You had made an effort to try different techniques to help him learn better, but he didn’t care enough to actually test them out properly. It was getting beyond frustrating. If this continues, you might be out of a job.

Every other weekend Vegeta would take Trunks for some “training”. You only knew this because Trunks would argue with his mom about how he wanted to see his father every weekend to train. You never saw Vegeta much because you would leave Capsule Corp before he came to pick up his son. This time, you were running a bit late.

You had your hands full with the bags that held your teaching supplies. It didn’t help that the weight was unevenly distributed. You stumbled through the final hallway, just wanting to get to your taxi as soon as possible. Then your shoe caught on the carpet, sending one of your bags across the lobby.

Your face burned as you were thoroughly embarrassed. You cursed under your breath and adjusted the other bag on your shoulder before standing up again. Great, and there was a hole in your pantyhose now too. Maybe you need a career change.

“Watch where you’re walking, woman.” A gruff voice huffed in annoyance. Vegeta stood before you, holding the bag you had accidentally launched toward him.

“Don’t call me woman! I have a name you know.” You huffed in annoyance.

“Tch. Whatever.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at your behavior.

“It’s (Y/n) (L/n). I’m your son’s teacher.”

“He’s told me about you.” He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing over you.

“Then could you maybe ask that he be a bit more cooperative? Trunks is so smart, but he doesn’t listen to me.” You told him, exasperated.

“It’s not my problem that you can’t control him.” Vegeta shrugged before walking past you.

“Ugh! Now I see where he gets it from.” You growled.

In your taxi, you held your bag close thinking about how rude he was. He didn’t even care about Trunks’s education! You fumed for the entire ride home.

Gohan

Sleeping in class just wasn’t something you could help. You got so tired listening to teachers lecture you all day. You could just read the book and learn the same thing no biggie. Your grades were fine.

During your morning classes, you were almost always knocked out. You loathed having your sleep interrupted by school. Napping helped you catch up on that lost sleep.

You had finally fallen asleep in a comfortable upright position in class when there was a sudden commotion. Annoyed at the interruption to your nap, you fixed a dirty look at the source. A guy about your age stood at the front of the classroom.

“This is our new student. Go ahead and introduce yourself, son.” The teacher stepped aside.

“My name is Son Gohan.” He gave a bright smile.

“There’s an empty seat by (Y/n). Give him a wave, why don’t you?”

You gave the most half assed wave, looking completely uninterested. You were so over this new boy already. The other girls were going to be all over him because he was a pretty cute guy. You wouldn’t deny it, but you still were crabby about your nap.

Gohan made his way over to his new seat with long strides. He was really tall. He even towered over you once he took a seat next to you. You blushed, being dwarfed made you feel a type of way.

The teacher silenced the class before going on with his lesson. You settled back into your position to try to get some shut eye before the end of the period. The universe had different plans for you.

“Your name is (Y/n), right?” Gohan asked shyly. You tried not to let your irritation show. Yeah, he was pretty. Pretty annoying.

“Yeah.”

“I look forward to being in class together. If you ever miss a day, I’d be happy to lend you my notes.” His whisper was so genuine. You weighed the idea of having a nerdy guy lend you his notes. You supposed it wouldn’t be too bad to be friendly towards him. Plus, he is pretty cute. You had nothing to lose.

“Thanks.” You shot him a real smile. His dark eyes lit up as he returned your smile.

Future Trunks

Since the androids killed your entire family, you’ve been in hiding. You wouldn’t let them kill you too and have your family’s memory be forgotten like the empty dilapidated cities you now roamed. Every now and again, you came across other survivors. You never knew if you could trust them as some people were thieves just trying to get your supplies. You knew desperation, so you couldn’t hate them. Nobody was whole since the world ended.

You were a ghost in this world. The only proof of your existence were the screams from your nightmares. You had to sleep underground or somewhere that sound couldn’t travel. It wasn’t safe to be asleep and screaming, perfect prey for the androids.

That was part of the reason you didn’t stick around with others for too long. You didn’t want to put them in danger and watch them get killed just like with your family. Sure it got lonely with just yourself for company, but every time you met other survivors it gave you hope. The androids had not conquered everyone. If there were enough of you, maybe you could take the world back.

Maybe it was a stretch to think like that, but it was the only thing that kept you going. One of the only things that gave you a reason to live.

Today you were trekking through what was left of West City. You had heard from other survivors that there was a scientist that lived there. Maybe she could build a solution to the androids. Whatever her intentions, you had to meet her. You had to know there was a hope for the future.

According to your source, there was a guy who was really close with the scientist. If you could meet him at a specific convenience store, he could take you to her. You found it quite easily, all you had to do was wait. When the sun set, he still wasn’t there. You tried to wait up, not wanting to make the spot unsafe. Against your will, you drifted off.

“Wake up! It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” An unfamiliar male voice roused you from your fitful slumber. You looked up to see the man that was described to you. The man you needed to meet.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how muscular he was. He must be a fighter of some sort. Though he looked somewhat dorkish with his lavender hair in a middle parted bowl cut.

“I must have fallen asleep…” you muttered before looking him in his kind blue eyes. “I’m sorry about that. I’ve come looking for you.”

“Looking for me?”

“Well, for the scientist you know. I want to know what she’s been up to. I wanna know if she’s making something to take down the androids.” You explained firmly.

The man examined you, unsure what to think of you and your story.

“I have to know if there’s any hope for humanity. Please, take me to her.” You had grabbed onto the sleeve of his dark denim Capsule Corp jacket. You did your best to plead with your eyes.

“I’ll take you to her then.”

Broly

When Goku mentioned his new Saiyan friend, you were immediately intrigued. How a Saiyan was able to survive all those years without getting hunted down by Freiza was incredible. From what you had heard, his power level was insane too. You had always been interested in the saiyans, so meeting a new one became a top priority.

You had packed your bags with a month’s worth of things you needed before meeting Goku at Capsule Corp. Broly had agreed to let you stay with him for that time to help him through some past trauma. While you helped him work through some things, you’d get to learn more about saiyans. It was a win-win.

“Alright, I’m ready to go.” You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you approached Goku.

“Great! I’ve already locked onto his energy. Grab on and we’ll be there in a flash.” He offered his arm. You took it without hesitation.

You blinked and were in a different location than just one moment ago. Planet Vampa was going to take some getting used to, but it didn’t seem all bad. Sure, it reminded you of Venus with how hazy and dead looking it was, but you could tell that there was still life.

You smiled, thinking about how cool instant transmission was. Goku led you to the cave that Broly was residing in. A capsule house stood in there, taking up quite a bit of the space in there.

“Hey, Broly!! I’ve brought (Y/n) here.” Goku called out cheerfully.

“Oh. Hey, Kakarot.” Broly gave a soft smile before realizing your existence. “You must be (Y/n)”

“That’s me. Nice to meet you, Broly. I look forward to getting to know you.” You offered your hand for him to shake. He stared at it, confused by the gesture.

“I’ll come get you in a month. Don’t have too much fun out here.” Goku winked. You blushed at what he was insinuating between you and the mountain of a man you were staying with.

“Shut up, Goku! Quit teasing.” You blurted out of embarrassment. Broly looked at you like you had grown another head. He had a long way to go. Your work was certainly cut out for you.

“See ya!” Goku waved before disappearing. You turned to Broly.

“Wanna show me around the house?”

[z0-ne]

Hello! Sorry if I'm bothering you but I just got this idea, and I would like if you would write it!! :)

Can I request a trunks x female Saiyan reader, Soulmate AU, so a soulmate AU where future trunks finds his soulmate and she turns out to be a SAIYAN, her family kept her hidden this whole time, and she was sent to earth and adopted by a family after planet Vegeta was destroyed.

let me just say something about the reader😌 She's

✨ DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ✨

And she has this calm powerful Aura around her, She's also a full blood Saiyan 🤭 but she doesn't get easily angry like most female Saiyans which is surprising 😮(since most do but not all) And she's STRONG STRONG, and when she powers up, she doesn't just go super Saiyan, but she even has like her own different unquie form.

Thank you again for this request! I hope its okay if I use a specific AU for this! I'll use the Sharing Pain Soulmate AU! (Where bruises, cuts, blisters, and such appear on your skin if your soulmate gets them and visa versa. Like if you get a paper cut your soulmate gets the same cut.) This takes place after the andriods and cell! POSSIBLE TRIGGERS! : Talk about sc@rs, death, and hints of emotional abuse

Not A Curse (FUTURE! TRUNKS X (FEM! SAIYAN! READER!)

Soulmates are commonly known across most timelines as a blessing, a gift from above, or a golden string of luck. Unfortunatly, not all timelines have such a romantic way of finding ones soulmate. Some get little marks that tell them when or where they'll meet, strings or even words on their their arm or something cute, and harmless.

While others get the bad end of the stick, like not knowing until it's too late, deadly breakable bonds, blinding them until they finally meet and so many more.

Trunks was unlucky enough to be apart of that timeline with a method that did more harm than good in his eyes. Something that made him wonder if he ever wanted to meet them in the first place.

Trunks was forced to share his physical pain with his soulmate, from the moment he was born up to now, and everyday he couldn't help but feel bad for his soulmate.

It must've felt more like a curse rather than a blessing.

The andriods, his father, and both fights with cell and his demon spawns. Every victory just felt like a bitter win as he sat back and thought about how much it must've hurt his soulmate to experience.

If they were even alive. For all he knew they could be dead and gone in his world because the last time he remembered feeling anything close to pain was in his chest when he was no younger than ten,

Trunks was eighteen now. It's been eight years since his soulmate gave him any sign of being alive, and after what those andriods did he wouldn't be suprised if they weren't, but he'd still be hurt.

Even now, after training he found himself looking at his bloodied knuckles and arms as he sat on the ground with a towel drapped over his neck, sweat dripping off his head and onto the ground.

'I wonder if they're still alive...They're probably in a lot of pain because of me if they are.'

Mentally scolding himself as he looked at the broken skin on his rough hands. He must've hit something a little too hard too many times if it did this to his knuckles.

'This Soulmate thing is so stupid. It's like some curse."

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Your Soulmate had to have been the most reckless person known to man. Even as a saiyan you've experienced pain your parents have tried to hide you from.

Which is another reason for them to act even more protective, not even including the death scare they got some years ago due to those andriods.

First and last encounter with those things were you getting shot through the upper back. It was a miracle that you were able to survive such a shot.

However, thanks to that you were brought under ground and hidden from the world as a whole, you didn't even know anything past what they told you.

Even then,they held the truth up until now.

Alien parents who got into some freak space accident and sent you there, where your parents would then find you and isolate you from a world that was already nearly a ghost planet.

They did everything to keep you "out of trouble and pain free", but thanks to your soulmate they couldn't savve you from everything. So in an effort of keeping you safe.

They forbid any form of contact with your soulmate.

Training was allowed, Learning, and even wondering around the hideout was all permitted, but anything like going outside or doing anything that might trigger something was forbbiden.

It was all in some strange effort to keep you from contacting whoever you thought your soulmate was, because in their eyes your soulmate was just some no good delinquint that would get their baby hurt or killed.

Which was the reason why when you turned eighteen you left to see the world for what it really was.

Now you weren't sure if you made the right move.

The world was in absolute rubble. Those andriods must've destroyed everything before going into hiding, and you couldn't call your parents because phones weren't a thing anymore.

Not that you would really want to after finding out what you found out,

After your shock and a little more flying you felt a sting on your knuckles, only this time you were actually relieved to feel that pain. It meant that some people were left alive through this massacre.

Staring down at your knuckles for so long, you finally remembered that the andriods might still be alive, so you landed in some random area with mountains taller than anything you've seen before.

"I should be okay walking for now."

You said out loud as you continued through the rocky trails left in between some giant mountains and smaller boulders. It wasn't like you couldn't just break them, but you had no want to do that.

Actually now that you looked around, you noticed it was a good place to try out a proper power up. With no people, crops, or andriods from what you could tell for miles, you had a great opprotunity.

So, you took another quick glance around, not noticing the lavender haired man from above staring at you as you removed your coat, and showed your scared stomach and back.

Then you wrapped it around your waist, and shifted your body in a proper stance.

Soon you focused your energy from the pits of your stomach to the rest of your body, and let your power grow to what you felt like was it's full potential.

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Watching them from afar stood Trunks, at the top of one of those mountains he sat on a little while ago. He only caught on because he felt a different source of energy and he didn't know who or what it could be.

It wasn't until he saw you take off your coat that he saw your scars, and noticed how they matched up with his. Especially the scar that sat directly ontop the left side of your chest.

It matched up perfectly with the one he got when he was killed by Perfect Cell a few months ago.

That's what really dragged him over the edge, close enough to see how you slowly started to grow stronger, and eventually there was a huge amount of power coming from you.

He nearly fell to his knees due to just how overwhelming your aura was, and he could only imagine how it must've felt up close.

Even fighting Cell in the past he hadn't felt such power to the point where he felt a million times more weak than someone he wasn't even fighting.

As he watched you adjust to the sudden transformation, you looked like you were moving as light as a feather! It was almost as if that amount of power meant nothing.

'Wait..'

There was a sudden realization and want to get a closer look at you that he pulled out of thin air, and that thought or realization made him both curious and upset.

Without even thinking, he jumped down and sped towards you, and rightfully so he was nearly hit with a beam that was a little too strong for his liking.

He was lucky enough to dodge, but looking at the huge amount of damage it left behind. A huge crater in the ground, the nuclear explosion, and not to mention the radiation alone was enough to leave his skin feeling a little charred.

"Hey! What the hell?! Are you tryin to kill what's left of us!?" He didn't even know why his first thought was to be upset considering that if someone with any type of strength that he thought might've been a threat came at him he would've done the same.

Coming at you a little slower now because you relaxed your stance, and to avoid nearly getting killed. Trunks eventually ended up infront of you.

"Oh- I'm sorry, I thought you were an andriod! I'm (Name)! Lovely to meet you!" You held out your hand to the man who's face shifted from angry to a little shocked when he heard who you thought he might've been.

Those andriods had been dead for a good few months now, and he went back to get rid of that weird Doctor's lab so nothing else was coming out of it.

"Wait, What? Those Andriods have been dead for months now? I killed them, and..Trunks.."

He responded, reaching out to shake your hand, and you took notice of his damaged knuckles as he did.

Squeezing his hand you could feel him flinch a litte, and quickly let him go. You hadn't powered down yet so it made sense that he was a little shocked.

"You killed them? You must be a Saiyan then? That's actually refreshing considering I'm a full blooded Saiyan too!"

"Half Saiya- Wait did you say FULL blooded?! " Honestly, The shock of you turning out to be a full blooded Saiyan and being completely unaware of the andriods for years is what caught him off guard.

"Ye"

"Where the hell have you been all this time!?"

"Um- Underground? With my parents?" "What!? You mean to tell me, While we're out here getting slaughtered like animals by those andriods, you were this strong and you hid away and didn't even try to fight!? Do you know how many people died?!" He didn't get it. You were more than strong enough to do something about the andriods long before he left and came back. There was no reason for you to not even try to help.

He was mad, and even though he was yelling, you not only powered down but you stayed absolutely calm throughout his scolding. In his mind you weren't even listening to him.

"I don't but I saw the cities, and I'm sad about it but please-"

"Are you even listening! You should be mad! Not sad! You're a Saiyan, and you stayed underground because what!?"

He was starting to sound like his father, and as much as it made him mentally cringe to admit, he was too upset to really stop himself at the moment.

Even though he was still angry, you kept calm and even offered to explain to him what he wasn't aware of, even if he might've not wanted to listen to what you had to say.

"If you'd let me finish, you'd understand."

Getting a moment of silence for the first time you decided to tell him everything you were allowed to know, how things went and just why you weren't able to help.

"My first and last interaction with those andriods resulted in my near death. So my parents moved me underground and told me something that was obviously a lie. "

"That's all I think you need to know. I'm sorry about your friends, and those people but there was nothing I could do against them if I didn't even know if those andriods were killable."

You explained as you slowly hovered above the ground, and turned your back to the man and flying off before he could get a chance to utter a word out of his mouth.

Keeping your composure anger wise wasn't hard considering you've done it your whole life, but being a little sad wasn't exactly something you learned to prevent.

Trunks felt a ping of guilt when he saw you turn away. Maybe it was because he knew he was wrong for reacting to a strangers sudden apperence with anger, or maybe he calmed down enough to actually listen to what you said.

Either way he went after you.

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It had been some hours, and the sun had set.

Trunks wasn't exactly sure if he'd find you or not, but he was hoping he could apologize for what he said a few hours ago so he wouldn't exactly give up.

Eventually, he was lucky enough to find you curled up ontop of a mountain with a clear view of one of the cities the andriods had destroyed some years ago.

Slowly, he went ahead and landed behind you, and got a good look at your back and saw the scar from the attack you had mentioned earlier. Similar to the one that showed up when he was ten.

"I know you're there. No need to sneak around."

He jumped at the suddenness of your voice, but regardless he walked around and sat beside you in silence. It wasn't until you had spoke up to break it.

"I'm sorry. I honestly didn't know. If I did I would've went out and at least tried."

That didn't exactly help the guilt he was already going through right now.

"No. I'm sorry for snapping. I was just upset I guess. I thought everyone would've known about them."

He was right, everyone should've known about them, but then again he didn't even think at the time that some people were fed lies in hiding about those things.

There was another awkward silence, and you broke it once again.

"They kept me away from the surface until they couldn't physically and mentally restrain me anymore. My parents I mean."

" They kept things from me, like my actual past. The truth about those andriods, and I went years only knowing what they told me becasue I trusted them."

"Even my anger was an Issue for them. I was trained to contain that, and I guess it built up into some weird form of power I learned to unleash just now. " "It wasn't until they noticed those weird marks and bruises that they realy got bad and went as far as forbbiding any form of contact with my Soulmate for the sake of keeping my curiosity at bay. So when I found out everything on my eightenth birthday, I guess I just snapped and ran."

By now, it was obvious that you were both each others Soulmates, and Trunks knew that just as well as you did.

He Tried to comfort you in his own way. Apologizing again for what he had said earlier, and trying to offer to listen if you wanted to talk more.

When you shifted the conversation to him, and asked about his life out here with the andriods you were met with what could be hundreds of stories filled with grief and absolute horror.

The amount of pressure he must've felt, thinking he was the only one left to save the world from being absolutely destroyed at such a young age, especially after loosing his mentor like that.

It was horrible.

After taking some time to comfort one another and apologize once again, there was more silence. Only this time around it wasn't nearly as awkward as it was before.

Actually it was like a weight was lifted from both of your shoulders. Turns out carrying stuff like that was hard, and finally talking about it let you both feel like you could breath.

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A few months passed since then, and every day you both ended up in that same spot, talking, sparing, and just bonding when you both got the chance.

Same night as the first time you both met, but this time it was silent and comforting.

Silent because you had fallen asleep leaning on Trunks's shoulder by now, and he was silently admiring the beauty that was leaning against him, The beauty that turned out to be his soulmate.

While he still felt a little guilty for the first meeting between you two, he was happy that he had met you, regardless of the scars he felt so strongly about in the past because he felt like he gave them to you.

This couldn't be the work of a curse, because if it was he would've messed up his chances all those months ago, or you could've died all those years ago.

You're first meeting wasn't the most romantic, but it was not because of a curse.

[that-unfortunate-crow]

You know it's bad when your most recent hyperfixation is appearing in your dreams Stan Lee style.

Tell me why I'm trying to fight zombies on the Titanic and Aziraphale and Crowley are just waltzing around in modern day clothes???

[imaginedisish]

Close to You (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Oh my god. I got so carried away with this. It was not supposed to be this long. Anyway, here's the beach fic, y'all. This one is inspired by "Close to You" by Gracie Abrams...which is an absolute banger. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The team goes away on a weekend beach trip, and your pining for Logan comes to a head when you're forced to share a room...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!! Thigh riding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, soft!Logan, feelings, fluff, afab!reader/fem!reader, reader wears a bikini (no descriptions at all, though!), one bed trope (muahaha), friends to lovers, cursing, absolutely some grammatical errors bc this fic is so long, I think that's it!

Word Count: 6,577 this was so self indulgent

You step out onto the concrete and the salt in the air immediately coats your skin. The breeze is sticky and slightly humid, but it smells so good. You can hear the waves crashing against the sand, seagulls squawking above. Laughter on the boardwalk. Carnival music blaring from all the rides. It’s perfect—the sun is high, fluffy white clouds framing the endless blue sky.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Jubilee cheers, closing the car door as she slides out of the Jeep. 

Jean and Scott step out of their car, parked just up ahead, unloading their bags. “It’s so nice of the Professor to give us the weekend off!” Jean says excitedly, placing her bag down onto the sidewalk and wheeling it up to the porch of the house. “I can’t believe he rented this place for us.” It’s a yellow, two-story cottage with a lemonade porch, adorned with white shutters and a shingled roof.

Logan makes his way to the trunk of his Jeep, pulling out bag after bag. You rush to his side, reaching inside the trunk. “Let me help you,” you mumble as the rest of the team excitedly approaches the house. 

Logan smiles and shakes his head, reaching for the same bag you are. His fingertips brush yours as he takes the bag away, your heart beating in your chest at the sudden contact. “Don’t worry, princess,” he huffs, smirking as he places the bag down in front of you. Heat rises to your chest at the nickname. “Don’t lift a finger. Go inside and check out the place.” He nods his head towards the front door and grabs another bag. 

You smile, throwing your backpack over your shoulder, grabbing two bags, and carrying them to the front door in protest. “Gonna help you anyway,” you say over your shoulder. Logan chuckles as he closes the truck, grabbing the rest of the duffle bags and following behind you. 

He meets your side as you walk through the doors. The walls are pale blue, and the bottom halves are lined with white shiplap. Beechwood covers the floors. The living room is light and airy, white curtains floating through opened windows. The kitchen is off to the side, and to the back is a large open sunroom. Just straight ahead are the stairs. 

Jean and Scott settle some groceries on the counter as Jubilee, Kurt, Rogue, and Gambit head upstairs to see the bedrooms. 

“Hey, guys?” Jubilee calls from upstairs. You can tell by the sound of her voice that something is off. “I thought the Professor said there’d be six beds.”

Jean puts away a bag of chips and steps back into the living room, following Jubilee’s voice up the steps, and disappearing as her feet hit the landing. “How many are there?” She asks, her voice muffled.

“Five,” Jubilee answers. “Three queens and two bunk beds, and Kurt and I took the bunks already.”

“That’s fine,” Jean says, shrugging her shoulders as she heads back downstairs. “We’ll all just be a little tight—closer quarters than usual.”

And that’s when it finally hits you. Three queen beds—and Kurt and Jubilee took the twin bunks. 

You’ll be sharing a room with Logan.

You turn to him and find that his eyes are already on you. “You okay sharing, princess?” He asks, nodding to the steps.

You swallow harshly, trying to mask your nervousness, hoping Logan can’t hear the way your heart beats out of your chest. “Yeah!” You say, trying to sound enthusiastic. “Totally fine with it.”

He nods, smiling softly as he walks towards the steps, his bags in his hands. You follow behind him, the wood stairs creaking with every step you take. 

Jean was not exaggerating; the upstairs of the house is extremely small. There may be four bedrooms—but bedroom is a generous title. Each room is only large enough to hold a queen bed, a single dresser, and a small nightstand on either side of the bed. There’s little to no walking room. One of the rooms—Kurt and Jubilee’s—has just a bunk bed and a nightstand, with a tiny wardrobe in the corner. In the center of the tight hallway is a bathroom with a simple sink, toilet, and a stand-up shower. 

Logan steps into the first bedroom to the left of the stairs and puts his bags down on the ground. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, watching as you put your bags down next to his. “I can sleep on the couch if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shake your head, walking over to the window and taking in the view of the ocean. “Don’t worry,” you say, watching kids run across the sand, trying to distract yourself from how close Logan is to you in this tiny room. “We’re adults.” You turn to face him, fighting the urge to let your eyes trail up and down his body. “We can share.” Or at least, you hope you can. 

You can handle this for a weekend. You can force down your feelings—can ignore your massive crush on Logan for seventy-two hours. That’s all this is. A weekend trip. This is doable. You’ve been through so much worse than this. 

“If you change your mind, you can let me know,” Logan says, reaching his arm out towards your shoulder. His knuckles brush against your bare skin, and you let yourself lean into his touch. He’s warm, solid, cozy—

“Let’s go to the beach!” Jubilee interrupts, Logan’s hand falling from your shoulder instantly. “We didn’t come here to sit in a house all weekend, did we?” She jumps away from the door and runs down the stairs. 

 “Kid has a point,” Logan says, shrugging his shoulders and nodding towards the door. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling widely. “Already have my bathing suit on.” Logan smiles back and grabs your wrist, tugging you into the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door. 

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You’re sitting on the beach, watching as Jubilee and Kurt splash each other recklessly in the water. Jean sits in a chair, reading a book, while Scott lays on a beach towel, eyes likely closed behind his glasses. Rogue and Gambit walk down the shoreline, hand in hand.

Logan stands up from the beach blanket you share, tugging his beater up and over his head. “I’m going in,” he says, just to you. “Wanna come?” He reaches out his hand again, the same hand that tugged you the whole way here. You bite your lip, nerves building in your stomach again. “Come on,” Logan says, smirking. “I don’t bite.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, and you take his hand, standing up. You let go and tug your shorts down your legs. You look up at Logan as your fingertips find the hem of your tank top, his eyes trained firmly on you. Your stomach somersaults as you pull your shirt up your body, revealing your bikini top, knowing Logan is watching. 

Logan’s throat bobs as he swallows. He nods towards the ocean, wordlessly grabbing your hand again and tugging you along. 

The waves lap at your ankles, and you force yourself into the cold water. Logan seemingly has no problem at all, pulling you along from a few feet ahead. The water is already up to his hips. He looks behind at you, all wide-eyed and happy. 

“You’re not afraid, are you?” He teases, squeezing your hand tighter. Your heart drums against your ribcage at the feeling. He’s never held your hand like this. You try to shove down your feelings, to brush away how having him this close makes you feel, but nothing changes. You want him all the same. 

You take a deep breath and shake your head as the cold water barrels against the middle of your thighs. “No,” you protest. “I’m just freezing.” 

Logan smiles wider. “You gotta get all the way in!” He tugs you further, pulling you closer to him so that you’re shoulder to shoulder. You can’t tell if it’s the icy waves or your proximity to Logan that makes your heart freeze in your chest, that makes you crave the warmth of his body. You want to be close to him. You want him to pull you into his chest and hold you. 

“Do I have to?” You ask playfully, a half-smile turning up at the corner of your mouth. 

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he says, dropping your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. You choke on your own breath as he guides you further into the water. “You okay?” He asks. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, his fingertips pressing against the bare skin of your stomach. Goosebumps pebble your flesh. Finally, Logan guides you all the way into the water, up to your shoulders. It’s a surprisingly calm day—the waves easy and gentle. 

Logan lets go of your waist and treads water, slipping underneath the dark blue current and coming back up—his hair wet, drops of water dripping down his face and neck. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips at the sight. 

“Your turn,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes half shut as he swims towards you. 

Your smile drops as you swim away. Logan grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him. You yelp as he tugs you closer. You turn around and splash him playfully, freeing yourself from his grasp as he wipes the salt water off his face. 

You laugh, still backing away from Logan. He creeps forward, assessing you like an animal stalks its prey. “You’re not getting away that easy, pretty girl,” he huffs. 

What was that? Your eyes widen as those last two words repeat in your head. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice him closing the gap between the two of you. Suddenly his hands are on your hips, dragging you into his chest. 

His grip is like iron around your waist, keeping you in place, your hips pressed to his, your chests touching lightly. You don’t feel the coldness of the water anymore—you can’t feel anything except Logan. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He asks, his voice low and raspy. The world stopped long ago, his arms wrapping around your back now, pulling you closer. The playfulness of the moment disappears—this is something else, something more serious. Logan brings his face closer to yours, his lips just centimeters away. This is it, you think to yourself. The moment when everything finally changes—

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls from the beach. Logan’s eyes fall closed—an almost defeated look painting across his face. Your head whips to the sand, and the team is standing by the beach chairs. Jubilee waves you and Logan over. “We’re going to the boardwalk! Come on!”

Logan opens his eyes. You think he’s going to push you away, to let you go, but he only holds you tighter. “Give us a second!” He shouts, frustration clear in his voice. 

But Jubilee crosses her arms against her chest. Scott chuckles and walks ahead with Jean. Gambit and Rogue look at each other knowingly, and Kurt teleports to the edge of the water. 

“And just like that…” Logan murmurs, half to himself, half to you. “Moment ruined.” 

You tilt your head, the implication of his words wracking your brain. “What do you mean—” 

But Logan is pulling you along with him to the shore before you can finish asking for clarification. His arms drop from your waist, his hand grabbing yours to guide you onto the sand. He bends down, picking up your shorts and top from the beach blanket the team left out, and passing them to you. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, your hands parting as he shoves his beater up and over his head. Once you’re dressed, flip-flops and all, you join the team and make your way up to the boardwalk. 

Gambit is talking with Logan about something just ahead, trailing on and on, clearly irritating Logan, while Rogue falls back to walk with you. 

“So,” she says softly, her eyes flitting between you and Logan. “What’s going on there, sugar?” She asks, smirking. 

You furrow your brows, trying to hide your smile. “Nothing that I know of,” you say, somewhat honestly. This might be nothing—might just be a friend teasing another friend. A friend whose lips were just inches from yours, so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face. A friend who dug his fingers into your waist to pull you closer to his—

“Nothing, huh?” She asks, snapping you back to reality. “Because I think he would’ve kissed you if Jubilee didn’t interrupt,” she whispers so only you can hear. 

Heat rises to your chest at her words. “I don’t know. We’re just friends…” You trail off. 

“We’ll see about that, sugar,” Rogue says, walking ahead, tearing Gambit away from Logan. Logan’s shoulders visibly relax once Gambit is gone, and he looks back at you, slowing his steps so that you can meet his side. 

“Hi,” he husks, smiling down at you. 

You smile back, the warmth of his hand suddenly spreading across your lower back. It’s gentle, the ghost of a touch, almost not quite there—more tentative than in the ocean when it felt like no one was watching. But it’s solid and centering all the same. 

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Jubilee suggests, holding out the ticket booklet that Jean and Scott ran ahead to buy. She tears out tickets—three for each person. Jean and Scott hold hands and walk to the front of the line. Rogue leans over to Jubilee, whispering something into her ear that makes her eyes widen. She nods and pairs off with Kurt. Rogue turns around and winks at you while Logan isn’t looking. 

You look up at him and see that he’s staring off at the sun slowly setting. Pink, orange, and red erupt in the sky, the colors blending, painting across the wispy clouds. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” you say as the others climb into the Ferris wheel gondolas in pairs. 

Logan smirks, his eyes finding yours as you approach the front of the line. “Looks like it, pretty girl,” he husks. There it is again. Pretty girl. The ride attendant slows down the wheel, and you and Logan slip inside the gondola. You think maybe he’ll sit across from you, but he sits next to you instead. 

The attendant closes the door of the gondola, and the ride starts up. Once you’re off the ground, Logan slips his arm around your shoulder, his palm warm against your bare skin. “This okay?” He asks, his lips at the shell of your ear. 

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, your breath catching in your throat as his thumb brushes gentle circles into your arm. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, and he leans against you, fitting together like puzzle pieces. 

It’s silent communication—knowing, but not saying. You can feel his intention as his arm tugs you closer, his lips at the crown of your head. Your heart beats out of your chest—for the millionth time today—and you know he can hear it. 

You reach the top of the Ferris wheel and look out at the ocean, the sun hitting the water, turning the blue waves to gold. “It’s beautiful,” you mumble, the current rippling against the shore, glistening vibrantly like the ocean figured out alchemy. 

Logan chuckles softly. “I can think of something prettier, you know,” he husks, his lips still pressed into the crown of your head. Your heart thumps in your chest at his words. You lift your head, looking up at him.

His eyes meet yours, a soft smile playing upon his lips. “Logan, I—”

But the gondola comes to a sudden stop, and the door to the car swings open. You’re already back on the ground. The attendant crosses his arms, waiting for you and Logan to get out. Logan rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and helping you back onto the boardwalk. The team is already off the ride, waiting for the two of you at the exit.

“Why don’t we play some games and then head back to the house for the night?” Scott suggests, his arm wrapped around Jean’s waist. 

Jubilee smiles widely. “Yes! I wanna play the game where you throw the lobster into the pot!”

“Gambit’s gonna win chere a prize,” Gambit drawls, tugging Rogue into his chest. “The biggest one Gambit can find.” Rogue giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Jubilee and Kurt run off to the other side of the boardwalk, immediately finding the lobster-pot game. Jean and Scott follow behind, making sure they don’t get into trouble. Rogue and Gambit go out on their own, heading toward the ring toss game. 

You and Logan are left alone. Again. Surely everyone is doing this on purpose. “What do you wanna play?” You ask, nodding towards the array of games lined up on the opposite side of the boardwalk. 

His eyes meet yours, flitting down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” You smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards balloon darts. 

You approach the booth, and Logan pulls out his wallet, handing a five-dollar bill to the woman running the game. She slides a cup of five darts towards you and Logan, and steps off to the side, away from the balloons. Logan watches as you grab a dart and throw, completely missing the balloon you were aiming for. You groan, rolling your eyes, and grab another dart. 

“Here,” Logan rasps, standing behind you. He holds your hand in his, lining the dart up to a balloon. His other arm wraps around your waist, the front of his hips pressing into your back. “Like this,” he murmurs, pulling your hand back. You let go of the dart when he thrusts forward. The dart pierces a balloon, the pop echoing through the booth. 

You look up at him, his face close to yours, and smile. He grabs another dart, his eyes still focused on you, and throws without looking away, popping another balloon. “Now you’re just showing off,” you say teasingly as your smile grows wider. He grabs another dart, aiming at a bigger balloon this time, and pierces it with ease. 

“Gotta win you a prize, pretty girl,” he says, grabbing the last dart from the cup, and tossing it across the booth, directly into the biggest balloon on the board. It pops—of course—and the game attendant’s jaw drops. 

She shakes her head, walking over to the bigger prizes. “Never seen anyone do that before…” she trails off, pointing to the giant plushies. “You can pick any of these.”

Logan’s arm sneakily wraps around your waist as he waits for you to pick between a giant fox, panda, or dolphin. “The fox, definitely the fox,” you decide. 

The attendant grabs the fox and pulls it down, handing it to you. You squeeze it to your chest, Logan’s grip on your waist tightening. “He’s so cute!” You giggle, looking up at Logan, who’s guiding you towards the edge of the boardwalk. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He shakes his head and looks out towards the water. “It was nothing,” he says, his arm still around your waist as you lean against the railing of the boardwalk. The sun is falling behind the horizon, stars rising in the sky. 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he turns to face you. “Listen…” He starts, his jaw working as his grip on your waist falls away, his forearms bracing on the railing. Your shoulder presses against his, the tension between you palpable. “I’ve been thinking…” But he pauses again, his eyes searching yours. 

“We ready to head back to the house?” Scott asks, interrupting the conversation. Logan’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he leans forward. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Logan mutters, thinking you can’t hear him, resting his head against the railing. 

Jubilee grabs your arm, holding up her little stuffed teddy bear. “Look what I won!” Her smile drops when she sees your giant fox. “Oh my god, my bear is nothing compared to that! That thing is massive!”

You smirk, glancing over at Logan. “Wouldn’t have gotten it if it wasn’t for him.” Logan lifts his head and smiles sheepishly at you. 

The moon rises high in the quickly darkening sky. You’re not quite sure where the day went. Everything happened so quickly—the hours spent on the sand, Logan tugging you into the water. It was perfect. Beyond perfect. And now it was time to head back. 

The team treks down the boardwalk and onto the street, trailing a few blocks before arriving back at the house. You and Logan walk shoulder to shoulder the whole way there, leading at the front of the group. Logan grabs the key from his pocket, unlocks the door, and you all head inside. 

Jubilee and Kurt run into the kitchen scavenging for snacks. Gambit and Rogue crash onto the living room couch. 

“We’re gonna head to bed,” Scott says, Jean following him up the stairs. “Night, guys.” Everyone mutters soft goodnights in response, and a comfortable silence falls upon the house. 

“Gonna steal the upstairs shower before they get to it,” you whisper to Logan, nodding to Jubilee and Kurt. 

He smirks. “I’ll shower down here,” he says back. “See you upstairs?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer, suddenly remembering that you’re sharing not just a room with Logan, but a bed. You walk away and head upstairs, grabbing your pajamas from your duffle bag and making your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the water and undress. The shower is warm and relaxing, releasing the tension you had spent the entire day holding in. But the peace is temporary—your thoughts drift off to Logan. You imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, waiting for you to join him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you try to ignore the heat growing at the bottom of your belly. Maybe you should’ve taken a cold shower instead.��

You finish up in the shower, turning the water off and grabbing a towel. You reach for your pajamas, only to realize you forgot your bottoms and your bra. You step into your panties and shrug your oversized band t-shirt over your head. You push the bathroom door open just a crack, and seeing no one in the hallway, you make a break for it, tip-toeing to your room. You slip inside and shut the door. 

Logan coughs from behind you, and you whip around. “S-sorry,” he stutters, standing up from the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless, just like you imagined he’d be, wearing only a pair of boxers. His hair is still damp from his shower. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off. “No, no,” you assure. “It’s totally fine.” You’re worried you sound too eager, too focused on making sure he stays. You clear your throat nervously, stepping towards your duffle bag. You lean down, hoping your t-shirt is still covering your ass as you rifle through your belongings. You groan when you finally realize you forgot to pack pajama shorts. You stand up and make your way around to the left side of the bed.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks, following suit and walking to the right side of the bed. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I, um…” You trail off, motioning towards your duffle bag. “I forgot pajama bottoms,” you finally spit out. “If you’re uncomfortable or—”

“No,” Logan cuts you off this time. “I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You smile, climbing into the bed and slipping under the covers, and Logan does the same. He rolls onto his side and turns off the lamp—the only light on in the room. The space is engulfed in darkness save for the pale light of the moon pushing through the curtains. 

You take a deep breath; you’re more nervous than you can comprehend. You could simply turn away from Logan, but you’re too anxious to move. Your stomach somersaults as his knee brushes against your thigh. You force your eyes shut, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Logan mumbles into the dark room, shuffling under the covers. “You okay?”

You swallow harshly, humming a soft mhm, too distracted to form a complete sentence. 

“I know you aren’t telling the truth, pretty girl,” Logan whispers, his hand finding your waist. “I can sleep on the couch, if you—”

“No,” you protest, the words escaping your lips almost uncontrollably. “It’s f-fine,” you stammer. “I’m fine.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then what’s got you so worked up, huh?” Oh. He knows. He has to know. You can hear it in his voice. 

“N-nothing,” you lie, your eyes fluttering open. Logan is closer to you now, his fingertips trailing down to your thighs, to the hem of your shirt. 

“Relax,” Logan husks, his hand slipping back up your body and settling on your waist. He tugs you closer to him. “This okay?” He asks, and you hum a quiet yes. You can feel the tension thickening, feel it readying to snap. He breaks the silence. “Thought about this all day, you know.”

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Th-this?” You ask, your legs tangling with his. 

“Being alone with you,” Logan rasps. Your shirt hikes up as he pulls you into his chest. “Wanted to get you alone earlier,” he says, his hand sliding back down your body, playing with the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingertips drag along your stomach. 

You curse under your breath, Logan’s forehead pressing against yours. “Logan,” you whisper, his name the only thing you can think of. You’re sure he can smell the arousal building between your thighs. 

“There’s no going back from this. You know that, don’t you?” He whispers, his breath hot against your lips. He’s so close, his thigh pushing between your legs, bumping against your core. 

“Yes,” you sigh. “Don’t wanna go back.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by how close Logan is to you. “Good,” he breathes. “Because you have no idea how much I need you.” 

His lips crash against yours, his thigh dragging along your core. You moan into his mouth, his tongue swiping across your lower lip. You part your lips, inviting him inside, his tongue tasting yours. 

“Logan,” you whine, involuntarily bucking your hips, grinding down on his thigh. “N-need you too.”

“I know, beautiful,” he soothes, gripping your waist, rolling you onto your back, pushing you into the mattress. “Fucking thought about you all day, always thinking about you.” He slides your shirt up above your tits, drinking you in with his eyes. “Wanted you for so long, pretty girl.” He hovers over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand explores your body.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he palms your left breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then doing the same to the other side. It’s dizzying having him this close. You can smell his body wash—notes of musk and pine and a hint of leather on his skin. 

“Please,” you beg, not quite sure what you’re even begging for. All you know is how badly you want him—need him. 

Logan buries his face into the crook of your neck as his thumb rolls over your nipple, biting down on your pulse point and sucking the sensitive skin between his lips. “Please what, darlin’?” He mumbles, continuing his assault on your neck. 

“F-fuck,” you whimper, your hips rocking against Logan’s. “W-want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? That what you want?” Logan teases, his hand pushing between your legs, his fingertips finding your clit through your panties. “What if I wanted to taste you first?”

“W-whatever you want,” you moan, grinding down onto his hand. “I’m yours.”

He lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead to yours. “Whatever I want?” His voice is thick, cocky, almost mocking. “You’re mine,” he husks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck. “All fucking mine.” He crawls down your body, trailing kisses down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, stopping just above the hem of your panties. 

Your hips lift off the mattress as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. He nestles between your thighs, his breath hot against your cunt. You tremble in anticipation, watching as he breathes you in, his jaw working. You can see in his eyes that he’s holding himself back. 

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice suddenly soft, his cockiness replaced by genuine care. "Not gonna be able to stop once I start.” But you know he doesn’t just mean in the moment, right now—he means forever. 

“I’m sure, Lo,” you whine. It comes out like a prayer, like a desperate cry, a guilty plea. 

And then he buries his face into your heat, his tongue swiping through your folds. He grunts against you, flicking your clit before stroking his tongue through your folds again. “Fuck,” Logan groans, his face pressing harder into you, his tongue exploring your cunt. “Tastes better than I ever imagined,” he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his voice pulsing against your core. “So fucking sweet.”

Your hips jolt away from him as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. His palms quickly slide under your legs, wrapping around your thighs, yanking you back to his face, and holding you down onto the mattress. “Don’t move, princess,” he chides, his nails digging into your flesh. “Wanna eat this pretty pussy.” 

“L-Lo,” you stutter as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles around your clit. You’re already close, his teasing words enough to push you over the edge. But you know he’s nowhere near done—he’s only getting started. 

His right hand loosens its grip around your thigh, his nails dragging down the curve of your ass and towards your folds. His fingertips prod your slit, spreading your slick. “So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” he praises, his lips wrapping around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud lightly as he sucks. “Want my fingers?” He asks, knowing your answer, but wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Yes, Logan, please. Need—” 

He’s thrusting two long, thick fingers deep inside you before you can finish your sentence. “Fuck,” he whispers, pulling out and pumping back in—down to his knuckles. He stills inside you, letting you adjust to him. “So goddamn tight.” His tongue laps at your clit. “Gonna have to work you open for me, hm?” He mutters, thrusting in and out now. 

You’re so overwhelmed, your swollen clit already overstimulated. He wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking harder this time, his fingers unrelenting as they plunge deeper with every pump. His tongue draws long, hard strokes around your bud, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

It feels like a wildfire is spreading through your veins, a current dragging you under and holding you down. Warmth blossoms in your belly. “Doing so good for me, beautiful,” Logan praises, his fingers fucking into you. Your walls flutter around him at his words, sucking him in deeper. “Know you’re close, pretty girl.”

“Logan,” you moan, his tongue drawing those tight circles around your clit again. He’s adding more pressure, his fingers dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you, splitting you in two. “Please, need to come…” You trail off, your back arching off the mattress, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“Come for me,” Logan demands, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Wanna know what it tastes like.” His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers rocking in and out of your entrance. “Wanna see that pretty face when you let go.” 

And then the tension breaks, white-hot heat pouring freely from the bottom of your belly. Your vision goes blurry as Logan laps at your clit, his fingers still pumping in and out, working you through your high. You moan his name, pleasure ripping through your body in intense waves. 

His pumps relax, his fingers stilling inside you before he finally pulls out. His face is still buried against your cunt, licking long stripes through your folds. He’s savoring the taste of your release, drinking every last drop you have to give. “Can’t get enough of you,” he husks. “Could do this forever.” 

He licks one last long stripe through your folds before lifting his face from your cunt. He’s a mess—your release glistening on his chin, his hair disheveled, his boxers all wrinkled. Your heart beats in your chest at the sight. All this, just for you. 

Logan crawls up your body, hovering over you again, lowering down onto his forearm. “Wanna fuck you, beautiful,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to yours. “Wanna know what you feel like.” His hand slips between your legs, his fingertips finding your swollen clit and giving it a gentle pinch. Your hips buck against him at the sudden sensation. 

“Wanna feel you too,” you whimper, your arms wrapping around his back. “Want you inside me, please.” 

And then he’s tugging his boxers down his legs, his erection pressing against the inside of your thigh. You can’t see—but you can feel just how massive he is. His tip slides through your folds, spreading your arousal. 

“You know how bad I need you?” Logan whispers, his lips finding yours. He bites your lower lip and kisses away the pain. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” And then he sinks himself inside you, down to the hilt with one smooth, fluid thrust. “Thought about this every day since I met you.” 

Your muscles release and contract at his words. His hips stall, letting you adjust to the size of him. You feel indescribably full. He’s splitting you open, stretching you out, claiming you as his. His hips pull back, his cock sliding out, and he plunges back in, somehow deeper this time. 

“Th-thought about you too,” you stutter, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. “Always wanted you.” Logan sets a reckless pace as his fingertips find your clit again, working long, languid strokes into the bud, teasing you, leading you on. 

“You feel so perfect,” Logan praises, rocking into you, his cock dragging along your walls. “So fucking warm, so tight. Made for me.” His lips are on yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, swallowing your moans. “Never gonna want anybody else, pretty girl.”

His hips snap against yours, his fingers circling your clit faster now. “Just want you, Lo,” you choke, the tension building at the bottom of your belly, a fire burning through your bones. “Only want you.”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice suddenly soft, contrasting with the way he pounds into you recklessly, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his cock. “It’s you, just you.” You can hear the emotion in his voice, the sincerity, the desperation, the aching longing. 

Your chest heaves against his. He’s fucking you to get closer to you, to be as deep inside you as possible. This isn’t just sex—this isn’t just some tension that needs to be broken. It’s an invisible string keeping the two of you tied closely together. Maybe it was stitched by the Fates centuries ago, laid out carefully, a plan to be executed. Maybe everything that led you to this moment was always meant to be. Because here you are now, his lips soft and hungry against yours, his words tearing through your resolve, his cock buried deep inside you, searching for a way to get deeper. And all you can think is…

This is it. This is what people mean when they talk about love—that word that changes its meaning every time you say it. The word with a definition that always escapes you. You know what it means now. 

“Logan, I’m gonna…” You trail off, that fire in your belly spreading through your body as he rams into you, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing along the walls of the tiny room. His fingers press harder into your clit, pinching softly, and then circling again. 

His cock twitches inside you. “Me too, beautiful,” he hums, his pace growing sloppier, his cock throbbing again. “You’re so perfect,” he praises. “Love you so much, pretty girl.”

And then the tension snaps, electricity buzzing through your nerve endings, fire prickling your skin as you melt into him. “Love you too, Lo.” Your muscles contract and release, squeezing around him, coming undone. 

Your walls clench around him again, and you know it’ll be the thing that pushes him over the edge. “Fuck, wanna come inside you,” he pants.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close. “Please,” you beg, and with one more thrust he’s painting your walls, filling you up and letting go. 

You share one breath, panting, foreheads pressed together as Logan’s pumps slow, his cock stalling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his arms reaching under your back as he carefully pulls out. You feel empty without him inside you. 

“Y-you can stay inside, if you want,” you offer as Logan rolls you onto your side, pulling you into his chest. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Is that what you want, pretty girl?” He asks, his lips pressing to your nose now. 

“Yes,” you whisper. He swallows harshly as one of his hands slides down your body, hiking your leg up and over his hip. He lines his half-hard cock up with your entrance, his lips finding yours as he slides back in. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of being full of him again. 

He groans as he bottoms out. “So fucking good,” he praises, his arms wrapping around your back again, tugging you into his chest. 

You lay in comfortable silence, listening as Logan’s breathing becomes rhythmic. Your eyes grow heavy, and you bury your face into Logan’s chest. You can hear his heart beating.

“Love you,” he mumbles against the crown of your head. You can hear the sleepiness in his voice, the exhaustion. 

“Love you too,” you whisper, your breathing matching his, like you’re no longer two separate people, but one.

He presses a kiss to your head. “So lucky I met you,” he huffs. You smile against him. “So lucky I finally figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” You ask, looking up at him. 

He smiles down at you. “What love is supposed to feel like...” He trails off, and you watch as he chooses his next words. “What living is supposed to feel like.” 

You can feel tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, and you do your best to blink them away. “Me too, Lo,” you whisper, pausing…

“Me too.”

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«— Era una mañana muy tranquila en la Montaña Paoz, los Son estaban felices por la llegada de su nueva integrante y su nombre es Son Gine, el nombre se le había ocurrido a Goku cuando lucho con su hermano Raditz, el Sayajin menciono a el nombre de su verdadera familia.

La bebe al escuchar el nombre de su difunta abuela, no pudo notar reír y Milk no tuvo otra opción que aceptarlo, en cuanto a Gohan estaba feliz porque era hermano mayor y se prometió protegerla de todo mal.

Los guerreros Z al enterarse de la llegada de la hija de Goku, no dudaron en visitar a su amigo y felicitarlo, incluso el mismo Picoro y Vegeta estaban presentes.

Milk estaba preparando mucha comida, con tantos invitados en su hogar y gran apetito de los Sayajines, el almuerzo seria el quíntuple o incluso más de lo que se esperaba, estaría muy ocupado este día, aunque Bulma no la iba a dejar sola, estaba ayudando hasta que demostró a Gohan cuidando de su hermana y al pequeño Trunks su hijo, no pudo evitar sonreír al verlos reír.

— Y dime Milk, ¿Has pensado en el futuro de Gine? — pregunto la peli azul mirándola — Sé que es apenas una bebe y que es una extraña pregunta, pero, me he hecho la misma pregunta desde que Trunks nació y aún no tengo una respuesta. —

Las dos estaban preocupadas por el futuro de sus hijos, Milk solo suspiro y miro a Gohan ya Gine — Me gustaría que fuera una investigadora famosa, incluso pensé la misma pregunta cuando nació Gohan — ella hizo una pausa y comenzó a servir la comida.

— ¿Pero? — pregunto Bulma de nuevo.

— Gohan y Gine siempre serán los hijos de Goku, y el querer proteger a la tierra está corriendo por su sangre — explico la mujer luego miro a su amiga — Si los dos quieren ser igual de fuertes como su padre, entonces no puedo hacer nada respecto a eso, esa sera su decision.

Bulma solo la miro muy sorprendida, pero luego remplazo esa sorpresa por una sonrisa — Tienes razón — la peli azul miro a su hijo — Trunks cada día se parece más a Vegeta y es muy probable que entrenará, aunque espero que no sea un gruñón como Vegeta — ambos comenzaron a reír por el comentario.

Mientras que las dos mujeres terminaron aquel almuerzo, todos los invitados felicitaron a Goku por el nacimiento de su hija, incluso el mismo Picoro lo estaba felicitando, pero ocurrió algo del cual nadie se lo esperaba.

— En verdad me has dejado sorprendido Kakaroto — dijo Vegeta con los brazos cruzados y con una sonrisa de medio lado, haciendo que Goku lo mirase seriamente — Tu hija ha heredado la sangre Sayajin, solo espero de que sea lo suficientemente fuerte. —

— ¿A qué quieres llegar con todo esto Vegeta? — pregunto Goku observándolo seriamente, en verdad no quería comenzar una pelea justo ahora, y muchos menos si se trataron de su hija menor.

— Quiero felicitarte — dijo desviando la mirada, haciendo que todos se sorprendieran, incluyendo a las dos mujeres que estaban a punto de detener a sus esposos — Pero que esto no te confunda maldito insecto, esto no cambia el hecho de que te quiero destruir con mis propias manos. —

Esas fueron las palabras del orgulloso príncipe de los Sayajin, por lo que Bulma solo soltó un suspiro, pensando lo idiota que a veces puede llegar a ser su esposo, continuando con la celebración, se podía escuchar las risas y las charlas sobre las batallas con los enemigos mas poderosos.

Por otro lado, Puar, Oolong, Chaoz y Gohan estaban entreteniendo a los pequeños, haciéndoles caras graciosas, haciendo que estos se rieran.

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Vaya que ese día se quedaron solamente los buenos recuerdos, fue un momento de paz y tranquilidad, pero...

¿La paz en la tierra dudaría de ahora en adelante?, ¿Sin ningún enemigo que se interponga o acabe con la vida de la tierra ?

«— Todos ya se habían ido a sus casas y la fiesta había terminado, ahora lo único que necesitaban la familia Son, era un momento de descanso, los adultos estaban en la sala manteniendo un silencio realmente cómodo, mientras que los pequeños estaban en sus habitaciones.

Gohan solo estaba mirando las estrellas desde su ventana, mientras que la pequeña bebe estaba en su cuna, profundamente dormida, el joven Sayajin solo se acerco hasta la cuna para ver a su hermanita.

— Serás muy fuerte Gine, solo es cuestión de tiempo para que dejes salir todo tu poder, solo que en el momento indicado — dijo Gohan sin dejar de mirar a su hermana, aunque ella poco a poco fue abriendo los ojitos, para así encontrarme con su hermano mayor, por lo que no evito sonreír al verlo — Solo espero que nuestra madre no se enoje cuando empiece a entrenar — se rio y volvió a mirar la ventana.

— Todo está muy tranquilo — pensó él al recordar cada momento en el que estuvo en peligro, también grabó las veces como la ira lo consumió incontables veces en las que su padre y sus amigos se sacrificaron por él — Haré todo lo posible para protegerte Gine, lo prometo — se prometió así mismo.

Unos ligeros golpes se hicieron presentes, interrumpiendo aquel silencio que se había formado en la habitación, el joven solo volteo para ver a sus padres parados en la puerta.

— Creí que ya estabas dormido Gohan — Milk acercándose hasta su hijo y luego coloque sus manos en sus mejillas — ¿Está todo bien cariño? — pregunto preocupándome.

— Estoy bien mamá, solo estaba cuidando un momento de Gine — explico el joven Sayajin rápidamente, tranquilizando a su madre.

— Eres un buen hermano mayor Gohan, pero, es momento de que vayas a dormir — dijo Goku, sorprendiendo a su esposa e hija, por lo que él se había quedado algo confundido — ¿Dije algo malo? —

Milk solo negó con la cabeza, sonriendo se acerco hasta su esposo, besando su mejilla — Al contrario, dijiste lo que todo buen padre diría — ambos miraron a su hija, quien aún seguía despierta — También esto va para ti mi niña. —

Goku podía presenciar la hermosa escena frente a sus ojos, su esposa cargando a su hija, tratando de hacerla dormir de nuevo, mientras que su hijo buscaba entre los juguetes de la bebe, algún peluche con el que pudiera dormir cómodo y tranquilamente toda la noche , al menos eso esperaban.

Sin embargo esa misma noche, el Sayajin comenzó a sentir un ligero dolor en su pecho, aunque solo lo ignoro para así volver a disfrutar de aquella escena de su familia, sonriendo, riendo y sobre todo que estaban felices.

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Quería seguir manteniendo aquella felicidad, volverse más fuerte para proteger a su familia.

Pero...

No todo puede ser felicidad, ¿Cierto?

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Días después del nacimiento de Gine, parecía que todo iba con normalidad, que la familia Son compartirían más tiempo juntos, lamentablemente eso no iba a pasar, aquel simple dolor que sentía Goku era mucho peor, el fuerte guerrero contrajo una rara enfermedad del corazón, la cual iba empeorando cada día y que no había alguna cura para que el Sayajin se recuperase de ella, ya que el dolor paso a ser sufrimiento y después con el pasar de más días, lo iba debilitando y matando lentamente.

Milk rezaba para que su esposo pudiera sobrevivir a esto, mientras que sus lágrimas eran liberadas por todo el sufrimiento que estaba pasando, en cuanto a la pequeña Gine no se quedara atrás, la pobre bebe estaba llorando en los brazos de su abuelo Ox Satán, aunque estaba preocupado por las dos y lamentablemente no sabía qué hacer ante esta situación, ya por último, la persona que estaba con ellos dentro de la casa era el maestro Roshi.

Él utilizó de darles el apoyo que merecían, pero, sabía muy bien que lo peor estaba por venir, la muerte de uno de sus mejores discípulos estaba a punto de llegar, todos los amigos de Goku estaban fuera de la casa, debido a que no querían ver a su amigo morir tan lenta y dolorosamente, todo era silencio entre ellos y lo único que se escuchaba eran los llantos del pequeño Trunks.

Gohan salió esa misma mañana a entrenar, tratar de despegar un poco su mente ante la situación, pero, al sentir como el Ki de su padre iba despareciendo poco a poco, no dudo en correr lo más rápido posible hasta su casa, al igual que el joven Sayajin, los guerreros Z sintieron lo mismo a excepción de Bulma, pero al notar la expresión de sus amigos sabía que todo iba empeorando.

Oolong y Puar sonrieron al ver al joven Sayajin, haciendo que los demás lo observaran, mientras que él entraba a la casa para dirigirse a la habitación de su padre, los que estaban en el lugar voltearon a verlo, mientras que él solo miro a su padre, pero...

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Ya era muy tarde.

Son Goku, el hombre más fuerte del universo había fallecido.

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— Pa... Papá — el chico no tenía palabras para describir lo que estaba viendo en estos momentos, pero, al ver a su madre llorar desconsoladamente, por lo que no dudo en acercarse hasta ella y que ambos se abrazaran.

— Lo lamento mucho Gohan, en verdad lo lamento — decía Milk llorando tan desconsoladamente y sin separarse de aquel abrazo.

Gohan trajo de ser fuerte por toda su familia, pero, las lágrimas comenzaron a descender por sus mejillas, incluyendo los llantos de la bebe se hicieron presentes, por lo que el joven y su madre se acercaron hasta ella y la abrazaron para tratar de calmarla .

En cuanto a los demás, Krilin fue el primero en quedarse sin palabras al no sentir el Ki de su amigo.

— No te mueras — dijo él en voz alta y sus ojos estaban cerrados, reteniendo las lágrimas, pero todos se quedaron impactados por aquella noticia.

— Ka... Kakaroto — murmuro Vegeta que seguía en shock por esta terrible noticia, en verdad no tenía palabras en este momento, de hecho ninguno de ellos las tenían...

Goku fue el mejor guerrero, era un esposo y un padre, ahora que tenía una bebe no la podría ver crecer, ella necesitaba conocer muy bien a su padre.

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Sin embargo, eso no iba a suceder.

«— Solamente habían pasado unos 6 y dolorosos meses desde que murió Goku, los Son hacían todo lo que podían por seguir adelante sin su ser más querido, al igual que el resto de los guerreros Z, pero, ¿Por qué nada podía salir bien ?

Dos seres poderosos aparecieron misteriosamente, no eran personas y tampoco eran máquinas, eran los Androides número 17 y 18, seres que fueron creados por el doctor Maki Gero, hasta que fue asesinado por sus mismas creaciones, ahora que Goku estaba muerto, para ellos ya no tenía caso seguir con ese objetivo principal.

Los guerreros incluyendo a Gohan, no dudaron en enfrentarlos, con o sin el guerrero más poderoso podrían detenerlos, pero para estos dos no son del tipo de oponente con el que te quieras meter a la ligera, el joven Sayajin solo observaba la batalla, hasta que todo paso tan rápido desde su perspectiva.

El primero en ser derrotado fue Vegeta, después Ten Shin Han, Yamcha y Krilin, el próximo objetivo de los Androides seria Gohan, por lo que Picoro no dudo en interponerse en aquella ráfaga de energía que atravesó su pecho, matándolo de inmediato.

El joven estaba en shock al ver el cuerpo de su maestro desplomarse en el suelo, la furia, el odio y la venganza lo estaban consumiendo en ese momento.

— Te perdonamos la vida por esta vez chico — Gohan miro hacia riba de él, fue número 17 que comenzó a hablarle con una sonrisa dibujada en sus labios — Solo asno un favor a mi hermana ya mí, vuélvete más fuerte para que podamos enfrentarnos como se debe, que nadie se interponga la interponga la próxima vez que nos volvamos a ver. —

— Nos vemos en la siguiente pelea — ahora fue la Androide y al igual que su hermano, también estaba sonriendo.

Ambos desparecieron de repente, mientras que Gohan transportó procesar lo que había dicho el Androide, pero a la vez capturado de contener su rabia al ver el cuerpo sin vida de su maestro y amigos, tampoco pudo sentir el Ki de todos ellos y eso lo termino por destruir.

— ¿Por qué?, ¿Por qué lo hizo el señor Picoro? — murmuraba el joven Sayajin y las lágrimas no dudaron en salir de sus ojos — Se... Señor Picoro, Señor Picoro — repetía su nombre innumerables veces, mientras que contenían su ira — SEÑOR PICORO. —

Aquel grito de furia y el dolor que sentí, fueron lo que ayudaron a Gohan en convertirse en un Súper Sayajin, la furia era tanta que no podía contenerse, poco a poco su poder fue disminuyendo debido al enorme poder que poseía, destransformandose y cayendo al suelo inconsciente.

Al despertar, pudo presenciar el cielo oscuro y las estrellas adornándolo, se levantó del suelo y por última vez observó los cuerpos de sus amigos, al llegar a casa tuvo que entrar por la ventana de su habitación, aunque sabía que la furia de su madre mañana sería algo del cual no podía escapar, pero fuera de todo eso miro a su hermana, quién estaba en un profundo sueño.

— Te prometí que siempre voy a tratar de protegerte, pero, te entrenare para que tú también puedas proteger a la tierra junto con Trunks — murmura Gohan conteniendo más lágrimas — Tal vez no me entiendas Gine, ustedes dos serán los nuevos guerreros si llegase a faltar y poder salvar nuestro mundo de esos androides, estoy seguro. —

Después de esa tragedia que paso este día, él sería el próximo guerrero y se enfrentará a los Androides, entrenaría a su hermana ya Trunks, la tierra vivirá en paz una vez más, Gohan es solo un niño, pero sabía muy bien en lo que se estaba metiendo, debía vengar la muerte de su mentor y de sus amigos, aunque no debía subestimar a los androides, ya que son seres sumamente poderosos.

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Este es el nuevo futuro de la tierra y los nuevos guerreros la protegerán a toda costa.

Esos Son Gohan, Gine y Trunks.

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