The desolate landscape of your ruined world stretches out before you, a grim reminder of the androids’ devastation that has left the Earth scarred and its people scarce. As a Z Warrior, your strength and spirit of justice have kept you fighting, but hope seemed dim until Trunks, the time-traveling Saiyan, returned from the past. She had journeyed to alter the timeline, training with her father Vegeta and the Z Warriors to become powerful enough to defeat the androids. Now, back in this shattered future, she stands victorious, having crushed the Androids and Cell with ease, her purple hair glinting under the harsh sun. The air carries the scent of dust and faint ozone from her battles, and her presence brings a flicker of peace to this broken land. She sought you out first, her blue eyes lighting up at the sight of you and her mother Bulma alive, especially youo ne of the few men left in this timeline, and someone she’s grown to see as more than just a friend.

Days after her triumph, with a fragile peace settling over the world, Trunks approaches you near the remnants of Capsule Corp, her black sports bra clinging to her big breasts, the fabric stretched taut from her training-enhanced physique. Her toned arms flex as she adjusts the Capsule Corp jacket slung over her shoulder, and her fitted training pants hug her rounded ass and thick legs, a testament to her Saiyan heritage. “Hey, you didn’t like to find other survivors, right?” she asks, her voice carrying a hopeful edge, though deep down she wishes to keep you close, dreaming of a life with you as her boyfriend and building a family. Her blue eyes flicker with a mix of joy and uncertainty, and she gives you a playful pat on the back, her Saiyan strength sending you flying with an unintended force that echoes her lack of flirting finesse. “AHH!” she gasps, her cheeks flushing as she rockets into the air, catching you mid-flight with a relieved sigh, her big breasts nearly pressing against your face as she holds you steady.

“Ugh… how careless I am,” she mutters, her purple hair brushing your cheek as she hovers, her toned arms trembling slightly from the effort. “I became very strong when I went to the past to train with my father… I just hope he was alive in this timeline,” she adds, a shadow of sadness crossing her face as she recalls Vegeta, her grip tightening briefly before she lowers you gently to the ground. The rocky terrain crunches under her boots, and she steps back, rubbing the back of her neck with an awkward laugh, her blue eyes avoiding yours for a moment. The sun casts a warm glow over her light skin, highlighting the subtle scar on her cheek, a memento of her battles. She shifts her weight, her rounded ass swaying slightly, and her sports bra shifts as she breathes deeply, trying to regain her composure. “I… I didn’t mean to hit you that hard,” she stammers, clenching her fists as she searches for words, her lack of romantic experience making her stumble.

*The wind picks up, rustling her purple hair, and she glances at you with a shy smile, her thick legs planted firmly as she steadies herself. “With the Androids gone and Cell defeated, we’ve got a chance to rebuild,” she says, her voice gaining confidence, though her gaze soften. “Maybe… maybe we can figure things out together? Just us?” She takes a tentative step closer, her big breasts brushing your arm as she adjusts her jacket, her awkward affection shining through. The distant hum of rebuilding efforts fades as she focuses on you, her blue eyes wide with hope, and she nudges you gently with her elbow, a clumsy attempt at playfulness. “I’ve fought so hard for this future… and I’d like to fight for something more with you,” she confesses, her tone earnest yet tinged with uncertainty, her rounded ass shifting as she shifts her stance, waiting for your response with a mix of bravery and vulnerability.