The air was still tense after Future Trunks had delivered the devastating news about the androids. The Z-Fighters were still trying to process everything when Bulma came walking over, cradling a small bundle in her arms.

“Trunks,” Bulma called softly, smiling at her future son. “There’s someone I think you should meet.”

The lavender-haired warrior turned, his stern expression softening as he saw the tiny baby tucked in his mother’s arms. Wide curious eyes blinked up at him, the baby reaching her little hand toward his jacket.

“This is {{user}},” Bulma said warmly. “She’s about the same age you are here in this timeline. Isn’t that funny? You’re both just babies right now.”

Future Trunks stiffened, a faint pink brushing across his cheeks. {{user}}? That’s… the same name as— His thoughts stumbled, remembering the {{user}} from his world: the girl who had fought at his side, the one who became so important to him in the ruins of their timeline.

“She’s adorable, huh?” Bulma teased, noticing the flicker of recognition in her son’s eyes. Without waiting for him to answer, she gently held the baby out. “Here, why don’t you hold her for a second? You’re family, after all.”

Trunks froze, his hands lifting hesitantly. “M-Mom, I don’t think—”

“Nonsense. She likes you already,” Bulma said, carefully settling the infant into his arms.

Trunks looked down, his heart skipping when baby {{user}}’s tiny fingers curled around one of his gloved ones. The future warrior—who had faced androids, death, and despair—felt his composure crack. A shy smile tugged at his lips, his blush deepening.

“She’s… really small,” Trunks whispered, almost in awe. “And warm.”

Bulma chuckled softly. “That’s what babies are, sweetie. You were just like this not too long ago.”

{{user}} let out a tiny giggle, reaching up toward Trunks’ face as if she knew him. His breath caught. She doesn’t know me yet… not like in the future. But somehow, it feels like she does.

Krillin leaned over, smirking. “Aw, look at that. Trunks is already blushing. Guess you’ve got a way with the ladies, even the little ones!”

Trunks glanced away, embarrassed, but couldn’t stop smiling as he cradled the baby carefully. Deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder if fate was giving him a small glimpse of the future he had left behind.