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chestnutcoture:
Marron didn’t mind waiting. She was patient above all things, especially with Trunks being as busy as he was. It really didn’t bother you. Trunks slipped in without her noticing and before she could say hello he pressed a kiss to her cheek and her face turned bright red. Damn, it was too easy to fluster her.
“It’s okay. I know how busy you are.”
Marron gazed to the side, holding her sleeve to her face for a moment and wait for the heat in her face to die down. It didn’t take too long; she knew Trunks too well to be nervous.
“I’m glad you’re here now,”
A small noise of relief escaped him when Trunks saw that he hadn’t missed anything. The play wasn’t something that he cared about, but he knew it had been something Marron had been looking forward to. Simple logic meant that it was important to him then. It was nice being able to share something like this with her, and to actually be a part of her memories when she looked back on this moment.
There was more he might have wanted to say, but speaking during the show would have been rude. Trunks settled on simply reaching over to take Marron’s hand, squeezing it lightly before turning his focus to the stage.
mortsade:
“A threat? That is a waste of time, for you speak like I intend her harm.”
His words didn’t seem to phase her one bit, only eliciting a sigh and a sharp glare. Retty wanted this woman who knew the gods of this realm rather intimately - or rather her knowledge.
It was for the best of all the universes that she get that knowledge.
“If you are so concerned about her, then why not come with? I crossed into this universe from my own, so she should also be able to operate this… company from a distance.”
As much as she despised negotiations at times, she knew that a willful worker was far more productive than an unwilling one.
What...
She had crossed into this universe. From her own.
He was... confused, at best, and alarmed at worst. The idea of there being multiple universes wasn’t unfamiliar to Trunks, but he couldn’t recall intersection between any of them being truly allowed. Even if it was, there was no truly easy way to travel between two of them short of a God being involved.
And this woman was speaking as if she was just able to... cross the border between two of them with a snap of her fingers.
“... how. How can you cross into other universes with the help of a God?”
[ @iirrumator ]
“Trunks, I think we should talk…”
Oh. Nothing good ever came from any statement that began with those words.
“... Mmm... hmm?” Trunks glanced over at Goten as he began to mentally run through all the excuses he would have to bail from this conversation. “About?”
angelfccdie:
There was a quick spark of what he recognized as mild annoyance at the continued shrugs, but it faded soon enough. Whis paused with a sigh, thinking over his options.
“…Very well– I think it means you think it takes someone distinctly inhuman and aloof, someone that would find little issue with breaking someone like you into pieces. And therefore I think that is what you see in me.”
“Either that or it’s your obtuse way of saying the capability exists in all of us, which is true enough.”
Trunks found himself smiling softly at the angel. “Well you’re the all knowing one here, aren’t you? You should know which one I mean. In fact, why don’t you tell me?”
He was being obtuse and difficult on purpose, and if he were called out on that Trunks would see no reason to deny it. There certainly was some fun in acting this way too, but it wasn’t like there was no purpose behind his infuriatingly vague comments. Trunks was simply... curious.
Whis had been a near-constant presence in his life for years now, and yet so little was still known about him. So-- forgive him if he was curious enough to see just what was actually enough to truly annoy and frustrate an angel.
sanynan:
Goten rolled his eyes. Truthfully, he didn’t really like how Trunks manipulated him into saying such things, but that was Trunks for you. He figured it was rather easy to do, considering Goten wasn’t good at keeping up the ‘mean friend’ charade for long.
“Okay. What do you want?”
It was underhanded and manipulative, there was no denying it. There was also no denying that Trunks felt like he had to twist Goten around to get him to admit such things, though. Actually asking to hear that the other wanted to spend time with him, that he missed him, that he felt lonely without him--
It was bad enough he was dating the son of a third class warrior. It’d be even worse if his father ever found out that he-- that he wanted, needed reassurance, and that the opinion of others actually mattered to him.
“Mmm, Chinese sounds good. Got anything in mind for what you wanna do at my place?” His place referring to the apartment Trunks had moved out to. Living together was... still a bit down the line for them.
Fact: No one loves present Trunks
"I think your hair is dumb," and a smooch to his cheek
“... thanks...?”
@chestnutcoture
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“You know, I’m pretty sure I could use you as evidence that there’s feline genetics in saiyan ancestry.”
@sanynan
You're a walking talking billboard for why nepotism is a terrible way to run a business.
“Absolutely scathing,” was the sarcastic reply that slipped from Trunks. “I’ll be sure to keep this thought in mind as Capsule Corp continues to be the most successful company in the world.”
why do you use gt trunks icons? :o
I’m admittedly kind of lazy and will happily use pre-made Icons over making my own. There were several fairly large GT Trunks icon packs around. On top of that, GT Trunks is hardly used for icons. It helps to separate him from the other present Trunks blogs.
galactixcop:
She was made to give pause as she heard what this time machine had done. The obvious change in her stance shifting to very clearly not wanting to arrest this woman now, but still having to do so.
“Then you’ll have to forgive me for this.”
In a movement with speeds clearly far above most people, her hand grabbed his face. With a small whir from the gears, a harsh light came from it with the clear intent and imitation of the blinding powers of the sun.
Seizing this opportunity, she kicked him hard enough to not only move him out of her way, but to firmly leave a hole caused by his body in the wall. The sound of her feet against the tiles of his home’s interior was the best sign of her small victory over him.
“Your mother seems to have good intentions, and I will try to make sure that her sentence is light as a result, but to mess with time is something not even the Gods are allowed, so I’m afraid that your mother is not above this law.”
His vision (and his face) seemed to explode into painfully bright lights, and he found himself letting out a grunt of pain as his back collided hard with the wall behind him. Trunks felt it shatter from impact, jagged pieces pressing hard against his spine. “Fuck...”
He shifted to push himself into a crouched position as one arm came up to rub at his eyes. Fuck, fuck. A flashbang from point-blank range-- yeah, that was really going to leave a fucking mark...
It was going to take him more than a few minutes to collect himself again, giving the strange robocop plenty of time to head inside for Bulma. However, Trunks was hardly the only line of defense she had and, in all honesty, he was hardly the best. Keki wouldn’t be able to get far before a hand would clamp down on her shoulder, ripping her back and tossing her effortlessly back into the hall that she had left Trunks in.
Round one had been Trunks, and she had won that one. Round two, though? Vegeta.
elxgcnt:
“Oh -! Yeah, sure thing.” She tilts her head momentarily and gives a confused frown. “If it’s about GOTEN, I’m sworn under sibling oath to keep my mouth shut. So, of course, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
She was teasing of course, but still, he’d never asked to talk alone before. She hoped everything was ALRIGHT. “Is, everything okay?”
While her initial comment was amusing, Trunks was (surprisingly) not here to get dirt on Goten. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to file those remarks away for future blackmail though. It was good to know he would have an easy source if he ever needed to dig anything up on the other.
“It isn’t.” Blunt and to the point. Trunks gestured towards one of the chairs in the meeting room, indicating for her to take a seat.
“I have been... struggling to adjust to the business side of being CEO.” As he spoke, he took a seat across from her. “Nevermind all the pointless paperwork, there’s far too much people pleasing that has to happen. Half of my job is meeting with potential contractors and buyers and whining and dining them into agreeing that Capsule Corp is the best choice for them.” They were the best, but they were also the most expensive-- and people didn’t like to part with their money.
“I don’t really like or care about making people happy. You can see how this would be an issue.”
mortsade:
“Arresting the leader of an empire is a poor idea in and of itself. To explain to you how I got in here would take too much time, so I won’t do that.”
The woman in question was simply idly examining the objects in the labs - as if taking in every detail mentally to use the information for her own purposes. Either way, the hand on her chin remained and her steely gaze didn’t even turn to face the younger man in question.
“Your mother is quite the intelligent person, much better than most of my own scientists. I was considering attempting to have her come and join me for a little bit and put her talents to my universe’s greater good.”
She didn’t mince her words at all, every one of them carrying a tone of harsh sincerity.
The woman’s words, in an unsurprising twist, did little to ease the anxiety that felt like it had taken a seat in Trunks’ chest. Rather, he felt a sharp sense of anxiety as she spoke, and he became increasingly aware of the delicate situation they were in. He was powerful, but fighting here would risk damaging some incredibly delicate equipment.
Oh, and the press would have a field day with it.
“Go near my mother and I will snap your neck.” He spoke without thought or hesitation, teeth all-but-barred as he spat the words out. “She’s one of the founders of this company you asshat, she’s not about to just up and leave it to work somewhere else.”
AIGHT EVERYONE, here is the (current) masterlist of Blogs Hilda Runs:
@halfbredson - Son Goten, primarily young adult.
@offalsecourage - sideblog for Future Goten. Both android and time patroller verses.
@forestcare - sideblog for Fauna, the wife of @artxficialblue. My only ‘single ship’ muse since I’d feel terrible forcing an oc onto any other 17.
@epochisms - Future Trunks, primarily Time Patroller future Trunks.
@iirrumator - Present Trunks, primarily young adult.
@lefttodoright - Future Gohan. Mostly after he was brought back to life after being dead for ten years.
@shuushinchuu - Shuu, the spirit of the Four Star Ball. She loves the Sons, especially Son Goku.
@vinaiigrette - Balsa, a young teen OC whose parents were killed in a robbery that Saiyaman didn’t stop in time.
sanynan:
“Yeah! Except you could play those video games with me. You won’t be working or taking me out. Just spending time with your boyfriend who is sad when he doesn’t get to spend time with you,”
And there it is. Trunks was comfortable enough to admit that he liked hearing that. There was comfort in knowing that Goten was sad when he wasn’t around and it helped him to feel... well. Useful? Needed? Something more than just a placeholder for his mother?
A light kiss was pressed against the other’s cheek as he grinned. “I win. And sure. Let’s grab some take out first though.”
-- he wasn’t about to just admit that it was something he needed to hear, though.
@elxgcnt
“Chiyori.” He had thought over this for awhile now. Well, for a few weeks, but Trunks came to his decisions fast.
“Do you have a few minutes? I want to talk to you about something.”
