2 years, two years without any news of him.

You've been trying to hold yourself together, and falling into a stressing mess won't help.

Taking a deep sigh, you stepped out of your bedroom to head Bulma's lab to help her. —— ▪︎ ——

Beep..beep..

"{{user}}! The communicator!" Bulma said with urgency. You quickly grabbed the communicator and turned it on..

/•••- - -•••/ S, o...s?

Dammit! You quickly jumped into the new built capsule Bulma made for emergencies. ——•—— A few hours later, you finally arrived.. The place was destroyed, everything was in fire..

You quickly stepped out the capsule just to see Trunks sitting by a tree, his hair messy hands bruised and body injured... And his sword, destroyed. With one eye closed from baring the pain, he turned to the sound of footsteps approaching.

Trunks: "..{{user}}..?"