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Who: Trunks and whoever.
Where: Plaza!
When: 28th?
Style: Action
Status: Open like my heart

[Trunks' eyes flew open, his expression panicked and afraid--it might have been only two months since he disappeared from Vatheon, but for him it had been much longer.

And much more eventful.

And of course, he'd forgotten all about Vatheon until now, seeing the coral was bringing everything back--his mother, father, sister, Gohan...but of course there were the memories of back home, the appearance of the androids, Cell, the violent fighting between the crazed, perfection-obsessed android and the other fighters, Goku's sacrifice...

...the death beam coming at him out of the sudden storm, far too fast to dodge or block, even if he could, even if he were strong enough...

His dripping wet, long hair stuck to his face and neck as he sat up and looked down at the ragged hole in his chest armor, his blood still stubbornly staining the broken edges (it would be worse in back, so much worse...)

Well. Shit.]

...it couldn't have been two seconds earlier?

[Some rescue you are, stupid coral.]

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...Well, you know I've got time, honey.

[Seriously. All of this time. Her alternate bad end future self even MADE more time, remember???]

I just...spent some time with Dad.

[Which could seem like an eternity in and of itself, but.]

There's a special room on Kami's Lookout that we used to train, where a year passes on the inside, in the span of a day outside. So, chronologically, it's only been a couple very long weeks, but I've aged two years.

Two years? Well, don't that beat all, my baby boy is an adult now!

[A pause before she shakes her head.]

Sorry you had to spend it with Vegeta, though.

[oh geeze mom. So embarrassed.]

It wasn't that bad...

[Trunks, you two didn't talk for those two years.]

[That's what mothers are for, dealw/it.]

...Right. Trunks, you're too polite for your own good, if Vegeta told you to leave him alone you'd probably actually listen to him. I don't. He's been entertaining company, actually.

Yeah, well, he'll actually hit me to get me to leave him alone.

[Doesn't sound bothered by that. Saiyan bonding, man. A punch is like a hug.]

We didn't talk much, but we were in there to train, not for father-son bonding.

You can talk while you're training, geez. What is it with you fighters and thinking you have to be stoic all the time.

Let me guess, you didn't cut your hair for those two years because the idea of telling Vegeta to stop training was too ridiculous, right?

[HONESTLY, YOU SAIYANS.]

Dad doesn't like talking while he's sparring I guess. I'm not that used to it either.

[Not like he had anyone to train with after Gohan was killed...]

Oh, this is just one year. It's no big deal to just tie it back usually...

You look even more like that clown that was claiming he was your twin. I'll cut it whenever you're ready for it, honey.

[And she's going to get Vegeta to socialize normally even if it kills her. Trunks should know this.]