Hey everyone !! Here my fourth KG. Ok, it will be longer this time, at least 3 parts. Still, I think it's pretty short in terms of the plot, hence the KG in the name. This time it's about Future-Trunks, in honor of my sister Future-Trunks22 (* g *) Is her favorite character. Hope you like the story as much as the other KG's. It is set before the time when FutureTrunks joined the Z-Fighters. Have fun and greetings to everyone I know !!






--- only human ---






Trunks woke up sweaty. He had run and flown and sometimes both together. But the reason was the same: he had fled the cyborgs. He did this very often when he slept. Exhausted, Trunks wiped his hair from his field of vision and stood up. It was still dark outside. Trunks went into the bathroom with a little shaky legs and then into the kitchen. He was very quiet so as not to wake Bulma. After a cup of tea he felt better.Even so, he felt like he was whacked. Trunks looked through the window at the blackness outside and felt it suck him up. He stared fixedly at a small spot on the window and sank into melancholy ... Trunks startled. Bulma had entered the kitchen behind him. “Hello my sparrow!” She gave him a kiss and tousled his hair. "Hello mom!" Trunks straightened his hair with an absent expression. "What are you doing here so early?" bulma laughed. "I should ask you that!" She said. "What are YOU up so early?" "Couldn't sleep!" growled Trunks. Bulma was silent. Her son had the same facial expression as Vegeta used to have when he brooded again. "I'll go to bed again! See you later!" Bulma disappeared quickly so that Trunks wouldn't see her tears. The scene earlier had brought back memories in her. Bulma lay on her side in bed and cried bitterly. She still missed Vegeta very much after all these years.Trunks while eating was still staring out the window. He had noticed his mother's tears very well, but had not moved so as not to embarrass her. He knew exactly how much she missed him. Although he could barely remember his father, he missed him too. Vegeta. At the name Trunks saw only a blurred image of a man with a wild black mane who looked serious. But Trunks was drawn to him. Sighing, he put the mug of tea away and went to his room.




"Pull the leash, little one! There's not one for you here! Find another place!" "I just want to go over!" said the latter cautiously. "Then quickly! Get out of here!" The man took a step to the side. Trunks looked at him again unsettled and scurried past him and on through the damp channel. In the afternoon Trunks had made his way through the destroyed city again and discovered an unknown canal.But the people here were rude and Trunks didn't want any trouble. At the moment he was looking for an exit, because the damp air down there smelled pathetic. Trash and stones were everywhere and water dripped from the ceiling. But some people lived here. Then Trunks spotted a circle of rays of light falling through a rusted grille. He pried it open and crawled out through the narrow passage. He looked around with a sigh of relief. He was standing in the middle of the ruins of the commercial buildings and was quite a distance from home. Trunks sighed and was about to take off when he heard a noise. He stopped and listened. It came from one of the ruins. Trunks crept closer, curious. Now he realized it was crying. Someone was crying. Trunks came closer. He really wanted to see who was crying in a place like this. Then suddenly a man's voice was heard laughing scornfully. Trunks thought his part and got faster. He came through a crack in the wall and stopped.In what was left of a hall, a girl stood against a wall and crouched. A man with a scarred face stood in front of her and threatened her. There he was holding a small pouch in his hand that he was swirling around with. Trunks got angry. He stepped on a small stone and it crunched. The girl and the man fell silent and looked at him. Trunks held his breath. The girl was so beautiful that he dared not move for fear that she was an illusion and would perish. Her long hair was brown and thick and fell long down her back. Her eyes were bright green and her high cheekbones together with the pout gave her a slightly Asian look. Trunks was enchanted and stared at her the whole time. Until the man stirred. "Hey toddler! Who invited you? Fuck off!" Trunks looked at the man against his will and his eyebrows knitted together. The guy looked pretty bad and had dirty rags that showed scars and calluses all over his body.His face looked beaten up. " Leave her alone !" Trunks hissed softly. Even if the situation hinted at something, his anger at the man was quite violent. "Don't be ridiculous! And now get out of here, or I'll grab you too!" "Try it!" Trunsk clenched his fists and took a step closer. The girl gave him a big look and said nothing. "As you like! Say goodbye, little one!" The man reached out and clapped his left hand full in the face. The girl screamed and then froze when the man glanced over at her. Trunks, however, had only turned his head slightly and was now looking the man in the eye. "But what ..." he wondered and was about to go back again when Trunks screamed and turned into a super Saiyajin. His aura flashed and the ground began to shake. Little stones rose into the air. The man backed away in horror. "What are you? Get out of here!" he gasped and stumbled.But before he hit the ground, Trunks grabbed him and threw the man through the nearest wall. Debris fell to the ground and there was silence. Trunks paused and looked at his hands. " What have I done ?" he asked softly. He transformed back and his hair turned silver again. “What did I do?” He dropped to his knees. “I killed a man!” He couldn't believe it. Then he remembered the girl and looked away. She stood by the wall and was still in the crouched position, her gaze now alternated between astonishment, joy, fear and gratitude. She did not say anything. Trunks got up slowly and took a step closer to her. " Hello !" he said after a while. Her eyes just wouldn't let go of him. “I'm Trunks!” He felt awkward and silly. The girl looked at him carefully and then said softly, “I'm Thiorni!” Trunks looked at her lips as he spoke and thought he was about to faint.She was so beautiful that he thought he was in a dream. " Thanks !" she breathed afterwards. Trunks continued to look at what Thiorni misunderstood. "It doesn't matter! He deserves it! He had ambushed me again and wanted to steal my things and me ..." She was silent and bowed her head. Why was she telling this to the strange boy? She didn't understand. But she could hardly take her eyes off him. He looked so ... different. His stature was quite muscular for a 15-year-old, because she estimated him to be no more than a year older than herself. His hair looked strange and his eyes ... They weren't a child's. From there they looked at grief and sadness. But also wisdom and a strength that she could not classify. But he had a good heart, she saw that at once. And the transformation of him just now confused her very much. She wasn't sure where she was. "But ... I killed him!" Trunks suddenly stuttered. "I killed a man!"Trunks stared at his hands again." What did I do? "A tear ran down his cheek. Thiorni came a little closer. Trunks suddenly looked so vulnerable that she felt sorry for her." Before he looked like a fierce fighter and now ... "she thought. She came a little closer and reached out his right hand. Trunks didn't notice it because he was too upset. "Hey, what is it? He was a bad person. He kept telling me ... "Again Thiorni couldn't say." Miscarried! "Muttered Trunks. He hadn't changed his gaze, but noticed her closeness now." Yes. "Thiorni said almost inaudibly. She blushed. Trunks turned to her." But I've never killed anyone! "He looked into her face and found a little comfort in it. Her eyes were like a deep well from which he drew strength. Trunks got up with a jerk. Thiorni was startled, but crouched and looked up at him." Who are you? "she asked. Trunks looked at his hands."A Saiyan. Now I'm a Saiyan!" he answered.