The Gif Thing - Future Trunks
Request: Is this gif okay? For Trunks… if he hasnt been requested already…
(I’m sorry it’s so sad.)
You were so sure that you heard Bulma incorrectly before she hung up. Not a single fiber of your being could believe what she told you - or, that is, that you heard her right. You were so sure, in fact, that not a smidge of trepidation hung in your heart as you rushed from your home and sped towards Capsule Corp. You felt so incredibly certain, and if you hadn’t been, maybe the nauseating drop in your stomach wouldn’t have felt so sudden.
You hadn’t spoken to Bulma, but you knew that you heard her right as your eyes struggled to watch a familiar back. The bedroom was structured no differently than any other time that you had come to visit, with the lightbulb burning strong from the ceiling, and yet it was as if a choking barrier pushed against you from inside. It felt so cold, painting your skin in a haunting chill by its slightest touch. Despite how bright it was, the room seemed so unbearably dark. You couldn’t even breathe, as if the sound would alert an invisible beast who had frozen you still with terror. But nothing felt darker, emptier, colder, or lonelier than the figure on the bed, the strong shoulders and back suddenly looking so frail and drained. He looked like a corpse. You wanted to reach out and touch him, as if you’d be able to give your friend some of your strength, but your limbs only trembled pathetically.
In a world with genocidal androids, death hadn’t been uncommon while Trunks and you grew up, but no matter who the victim had been, you have never seen Trunks look so solemn, and it terrified you to think about how pale and empty his face must be. There was no doubt in your mind: Gohan was definitely dead; you heard Bulma right.
You squeezed your eyes shut as they burned beneath the sting in your chest, quickly covering your mouth to muffle a small sniffle, though you still heard Trunks twitch on the bed. You didn’t have the chance to get to know Gohan, but you knew more than anyone how precious the saiyan had been to Trunks, and this atmosphere was unbearable.
And so, after a few composing, deep breaths, you forced yourself through the invisible barrier and crawled onto the bed behind Trunks, only a few creaks finally bringing sound to the room.
You could’ve sworn Trunks still didn’t know you were there by how he stiffened when your arms wrapped around his shoulders without warning, but even if that was the case, he didn’t push you off of him, and instead, you squeezed him tighter in your embrace when you felt his shoulders begin to tremble in small spasm. He didn’t make a single sound, nor did you see a single drop, but you felt tears tickling your arms for many painful and long minutes. It was as if his body had waited for you to get there before it would let him mourn. “I’m sure he put up one hell of a fight,” You whispered with a faint chuckle, and felt your heart leap when the raspy sound echoed in front of you. But the brief moment of smiles didn’t even last a second before you could finally make out soft sobs, his restrained cries having been pushed free by the small laugh.
You barely caught a glimpse of Trunks’ crying face when he twisted himself in your arms, before his arms locked right around your waist, his head burying itself in your shoulder to muffle the sobs that only seemed to grow more vocal. “It’s okay,” You soothed, gently stroking his back, sacrificing your shoulder for however long he needed it. You knew how much he hurt, but a part of you couldn’t help but just be relieved to feel the strength back in his arms and shoulders.













