Trunks

🗡️🛡️ The sky above the city shattered with explosions. Concrete crumbled like glass, and the air trembled with the energy of Androids 17 and 18. Bulma held young Trunks tightly as the girl hissed: — Stay here! Don’t move! She stepped out on reconnaissance, each step measured, every glance sharp. She misjudged the distance of an explosion — the ground shook, and a piece of the building tore away just meters ahead. Danger was closer than expected. Trunks appeared suddenly, like a flash of steel, sword in hand, energy vibrating in the air. He pulled the girl into the shelter of a shattered building, pressing her against the wall. Dust settled, hearts racing with adrenaline. — What were you thinking?! — he snapped, barely holding back his anger. — One wrong move and you’d be dead… The girl met his gaze calmly, composed, though tension surged beneath her skin: — If you want to yell, do it later. The androids are two streets away. Bulma and the child are safe — for now. Trunks froze, trying to understand this girl who protects his family before he could even react. This meeting does not save the world, but it changes the course of his future.