A/N: I'm going to be writing a series of drabbles for Future Trunks, but since doesn't accept lists, I'll do one per chapter and work it into a story so it's acceptable for the format. These are all oneshot stories. So none of them will be continued.

I don't count Super as canon, I don't like what it did to Trunks, nuff said. I think this perspective will either be first person or third person, I don't know yet.

(word count doesn't matter, they're drabbles, but some might get long-ish and warning for angst-it's future trunks, kinda comes with the territory)

source is 100 - prompts. livejournal dot com /

Chapter 1: Dream

Trunks stared up at his father with happy eyes, as his father was fighting with him and teaching him how to train. He was so excited that he could barely sit still! His dad would finally be teaching him how to fight for the first time!

His mother was watching, concerned but also approving in a strange way that only Trunks could see, a half-smile on her face. He wondered briefly why his mom would be sad about this-after all, his father was the toughest Saiyan around! No one could beat him, and Trunks wanted to be just like him when he got older!

His mother's friends were also in the background, laughing-and Gohan was there, watching and encouraging him.

"You can do it, Trunks!"

"You can do it!"

"Except...he can't." A new voice said.

Trunks stopped, the young boy freezing in his tracks as he noticed a hand clamped around his father's neck.

"Father, what is it, what's wrong?" He cried.

"Trunks-" But then his father's neck twisted and his father's corpse fell to the ground, as two taunting voices arose throughout the room as the others disappeared around Trunks.

"Hey, wait, where are you all going?" He cried.

Gohan charged ahead. "It's them, Trunks! Stay here!"

"But-"

"Do as I say!" He commanded.

He swallowed and remained hidden.

Then, an icy cold hand grasped on his shoulder.

He turned around, slowly, shaking violently-and blue eyes met cold, robotic green eyes.

"Eighteen, let's finish him, like we finished everyone else."

The flash of light overtook him and he screamed.

And then, Trunks woke up, in his house, covered in his own sweat.

He glanced around. The happy life had all been a dream. His own father was long dead, murdered when he was just a baby. His mother's friends, just some old memory and too irrelevant for him to give a damn about.

Gohan, dead just like his father was, only several years ago. But he swore he'd get revenge for his fallen master.

He pushed open his door and went to where his mother's room was and checked on her. She was still there, still alive-thank god, they hadn't found this place.

Trunks went back to sleep, praying that he wouldn't have another fake dream like the one before it. At least nightmares were fully honest-especially when the world you lived in was full of them.