Trunks x Reader - Friendship
A/N: Local woman who doesn’t know how to make good titles and gets way off topic of the prompt regrets posting writing before she even posts it. I should really read over this again before posting, but if I do, I know I won’t post it. Also, I should really stop writing when I’m dead tired. ANYWAY: here’s this.
1. “I think he wants to punch my face good.”
Warnings: Insinuations of an abusive relationship
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You hummed happily, your hands propping up your head as you watched your best friends train. Clearly, you had already had your own fair share for the day, not that you planned on letting them have all the fun. Dried blood coated a cut on your forehead and bruises and small scratches littered the rest of your exposed skin, yet you couldn’t be happier.
Any time away from your tumultuous home was more than welcome, not to mention the added joy of being with your closest friends.
Thoughts about your home made you fidgety, reminding you of the inevitable trouble to come when you left your friends.
“Hey!” You caught the boys’ attention, “Let’s go grab something to eat, then I’m tapping in.”
The boys quickly made their way to your side, “You sure you’re up for it [Name]? You’re looking a little tired.”
You narrowed your eyes in Goten’s direction, his only warning before you jumped on his back, pinned his arms with your legs, and pressed your forearm against his throat, “I didn’t quite hear you. Wanna repeat yourself?”
Too your surprise, Goten fell backwards, knocking the breath from your lungs when his weight hit you.
“Hey!” You swiftly kicked him off, trying your hardest to keep your laughter hidden, “What have you been eating? I’m not feeding you!”
“Are you alright?” Trunks offered you a hand up, but he made no attempt to hide his laughter.
In response to his teasing grin, you turned on your heel as you stood, and fell back against Trunks, knocking him back a few steps as you feigned weakness, “No, I think I’m dying. Tell [pet’s Name] I love them.”
“I think she’s dead. Goten, grab her wallet!”
“I knew it!” You stood and glared playfully at Trunks, your nose almost brushing against his as you stared up at him, “You only love me for my money!”
A smug smirk crossed your face as a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks.
“Alright,” Goten pushed the two of you apart lightly, “before this becomes a daytime drama, let’s go get some food.”
X
Hours later, you dragged yourself home, bandages covering the countless scratches across your arms and face at the insistence of your friends, Trunks more than Goten.
“I’m home!” Your voice echoed back to you, no signs of life other than the wiggling body of your [pet] at your feet.
You meandered through the house and into the kitchen to prepare a snack. As you were about to take your first bite, the door slammed open and the angry form of your boyfriend stomped through.
“Where have you been?”
Your shoulders tensed and your hand immediately slipped into your pocket and pulled out your phone. You’d pulled up Trunks in your messages before setting foot in the house, completely prepared for this situation.
“With friends. Why does it matter?” You were more than capable of taking care of yourself and making your own decisions, but your boyfriend had to be in control of you. God knew you wanted out of this house and this relationship, but you couldn’t help wanting to keep this a secret, even from your closest friends—especially from your closest friends—you were supposed to be strong enough to protect yourself, but you couldn’t even deal with your sad excuse of a partner.
How had you even gotten in this situation?
“I’ve told you, you are not allowed to leave this house without my permission!” He took an aggressive step toward you.
Your fingers quickly typed in an SOS—an agreed sign with Trunks that he was needed now.
“You are not in charge of me! I can leave this house whenever I want!”
“I dare you to raise you voice to me again!” You tried to maintain your position, not wanting to give into the conditioning you’d been given since meeting this monster, still, you took a step back.
You opened your mouth to fire back something—anything—but nothing came out.
Silence overtook the both of you for the few moments before there was a knock at the door.
You darted to it, picking up your [pet] as you did, and threw open the door.
“I’m going to go grab some of my stuff,” you handed Trunks your pet, “and I need you to take me somewhere. It doesn’t matter where.” You were shaking, but you wasted no time in explaining as you run to your room. Thank God you’d prepared a few bags for this very situation weeks ago.
When you returned, Trunks and [Guy’s Name] were staring each other down.
“Trunks-” he didn’t give you a chance to finish, grabbing your bags and handing back your pet.
X
You landed outside Capsule Corp minutes of silence later, “So,” you began with a roll of your shoulders, “that went well.”
“I think he wants to punch my face good.”
You laughed quietly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the situation, “I wouldn’t worry about that. Hopefully we’ll never have to see him again. Thanks for coming so quickly.”
You let your [pet] down—it wasn’t the first time s/he’d been here after all.
“[Name],” Trunks placed a hand on your shoulder as you straightened back up, “what happened?”
“That’s… Not a quick story. Can we put that off for now?”
Trunks nodded as you began the walk inside, “It’s up to you, just know that I’m always here if you want to talk.”
He seemed to hesitate, like he had more to say, but wasn’t sure if he should continue.
“Anyone who thinks they have a right to treat you like that doesn’t deserve you.”
You hesitated yourself, feelings you’d kept buried for years gnawing at you. Finally, though, you reached your hand forward and grabbed his own free hand.
“So,” you glanced down at your hand around his own as you spoke, “would that mean you deserve me?” You chanced tangling your fingers with his, your face getting redder and redder by the second.
“I-I’d like to hope so…” He looked down as well, his cheeks almost as dark as your own.
“I’m not sure if I deserve you.” You laughed lightly and finally looked away from your hands. Quickly, before you lost your nerve, you pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips.
You could swear that you’d never seen Trunks grin like he did after you kissed him, but you hardly had anytime to consider the thought before he pulled you into a much more passionate kiss.
The kiss couldn’t have lasted as long as it felt, but by the time he pulled back, you were breathing just a bit heavier and you had a dopey grin plastered on your face.
“You… Should have done that sooner.”
“Believe me, I wanted to.”
As you both laughed, a drop of rain hit your nose.
You called [pet’s name] as the both of you ran for cover before you and your stuff could get soaked.
“Next time we have a heart-warming moment,” you gave him a playful pout as you pushed back your wet hair, “let’s do it indoors.”
“Deal.”
