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TripleSweet: Noted!
Rxymone: Thank you so much!
Dimiel: Thank you, my friend! I'm really glad you enjoyed the chapter and found the character interactions and impressions well done. It's a huge compliment and motivates me to keep improving as a writer.
Don't worry about not having read the original material; it's completely understandable. Nonetheless, I appreciate your comments and critiques, and I'm here to learn and grow as a writer.
It's understandable that we sometimes forget certain details about characters, especially when we're writing about various universes and different characters. I appreciate that you reconsidered your point about Trunks' willingness to kill when necessary.
Regarding the fight scenes, I understand it can be a sensitive topic, and I'm open to any feedback or suggestions you have when the time comes.
Thank you again for your words of encouragement and for taking the time to share your thoughts. Your comments are valuable to me and help me grow as a writer. I look forward to seeing you next time and continuing to share stories with you!
Danish78: Thank you very much, buddy! I'm glad you're enjoying the new chapter and that it's providing you with something enjoyable to read during the summer break.
Serafall's continued hostility is indeed an intriguing aspect of her character. Although her past has not been fully explored in the story yet, it's clear that something significant must have happened to make her behave this way towards Trunks. Hopefully, as the story progresses, we'll learn more about her past and the reasons behind her actions.
I'm glad you appreciate the focus on Sona's group and the interactions with Asia. It's always fun to explore new characters and their dynamics within the story.
Trunks' attempt to communicate with Ddraig for answers adds an interesting dimension to his character development. It shows his determination and resourcefulness in trying to understand his current situation.
Thank you for pointing out the minor corrections. I'll make sure to address them in future chapters.
phuxeds: Thank you! I hope you like this chapter too
Some1call4MR-E: Thank you for your detailed comment and for sharing your thoughts on the chapter. I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed the tribute to Toriyama and appreciate the details I incorporated.
It's interesting to note that Trunks learned to meditate through his training with Kaioshin, which I'll delve into further later on. It's also fascinating to observe how certain characters are more connected to the world of Dragon Ball than others, and how that influences their understanding and abilities.
Thank you for pointing out the background of Tsubaki. I'll keep that in mind; this character could offer interesting opportunities for exploring her character in future chapters. The only thing I'll change about her will be her eyes; I'll make them as they are in the anime.
I hope you continue to enjoy the story and share more comments in the future!
Civen434: Perhaps I'll consider it in the future.
Crescentation: Thank you for your comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.
Alright, now that the Q&A session is over, let's get started with the chapter.
Chapter 8: Enigma
The Saiyan's turn had come to an end, and Trunks appeared to be satisfied. Although there were still some aspects he didn't fully understand, his knowledge had expanded to new horizons.
Now it was time for Ddraig to resolve his doubts. Without warning, the dragon extended his finger and gently placed it on Trunks' forehead, seeking to delve into his memories and unravel the enigma that was the young man called Trunks. Trunks felt uneasy about this intrusion, as he guarded his darkest memories closely in the inner sanctuary of his being, as a form of protection against vulnerability.
But despite his discomfort, Trunks didn't protest. Instead, he closed his eyes and immersed himself in a sea of memories, reliving the battles and tragedies that had marked his life. The emotional scars were still fresh, and he didn't know how long he could endure someone else scrutinizing those memories.
However, he remembered the dragon's words; it was an exchange of information.
And he remembered that, with infinite patience, Ddraig had answered in detail all the questions Trunks had posed, providing him with a deeper understanding of events from the dawn of this world in primordial times, as well as aspects of the supernatural world that transcended the demonic faction. Fairly, Trunks considered it appropriate that he shared that information with him, no matter how intimate and personal it was, as a gesture of fairness in this exchange of knowledge and experiences between two beings as disparate as them.
After a few minutes of anticipation, the dragon showed signs of disturbance, prompting him to run a trembling hand over his forehead to remove the pearl drops of sweat that had appeared.
After the exchange, Ddraig had also expanded his knowledge to a level he didn't know he could reach. The experience had been more than revealing.
The universe was a complete enigma that harbored secrets to be discovered, challenging all logic and expanding our horizons beyond imagination.
Ddraig had considered more than once that the only living beings that existed in this vast universe were all of them. However, now he understood that this limited view was an unequivocal display of unparalleled arrogance, so, with a more open mind and a deeper understanding, he realized the immensity and diversity of the universe that surrounded them. He had discovered that they were not alone, that there were countless forms of life, some of which defied all imagination. From the tiniest creatures that swarmed distant planets to the cosmic entities that dwelled in the farthest reaches of space, the universe was populated by an immense variety of beings and wonders.
The possibility of finding intelligent life had fascinated humanity since time immemorial, but it had been deeply ignored and dismissed by supernatural beings. Many considered this concept more suitable for fiction than reality, but for an ancient and powerful being like Ddraig, all these possibilities were not simply stupid speculations, but potential realities that could manifest at any moment.
And he wasn't wrong.
Ddraig had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations over eons, where life could thrive in the most unexpected and surprising forms. However, upon observing Trunks' memories, Ddraig realized that he hadn't seen even a tiny fraction. He was amazed by the diversity and complexity of the experiences he had witnessed through the eyes of the young Saiyan.
Ddraig was aware that humanity and the supernatural world represented only a small fraction of the complexity and diversity of the cosmos. There was much more to discover beyond the stars that adorned the firmament, and Ddraig felt a mixture of excitement and humility when considering the infinite possibilities that the universe still held within it.
Trunks was proof of that. Ddraig considered him a marvel and an enigma at the same time. His presence, half human and half alien, was an image that embodied mystery itself. His origin, background, and the nature of his being were unanswered questions. The union of two different worlds had given rise to a peculiar and unprecedented lineage, marked by a complexity that defied conventional understanding.
Each of his parents had left an indelible mark on his genetic makeup, contributing distinctive traits that would eventually make him stand out in this world. Trunks was an amalgamation of influences, a synthesis of two lineages that intertwined uniquely in his person.
The idea that this hybrid species shared similarities with humans aroused even more curiosity in Ddraig. What other secrets could the union of these two worlds separated by vast distances in space reveal? The possibilities could be endless...
The prospect of a new being engendered by the union of a human and a creature from the depths of the cosmos was genuinely fascinating, but at the same time, it evoked profound fear.
That's why the celestial dragon scrutinized the half-Saiyan before him without missing a single detail. Trunks, in a way, understood the dragon, as he himself was aware of the possible catastrophic consequences that could arise in this world with his mere presence.
At first glance, the powerful dragon realized that the boy hadn't had an easy childhood. Death lurked around every corner of his world, and people lived with the constant fear that each breath could be their last, sleeping with one eye open or not waking up again.
Despite all the darkness surrounding him, humanity glimpsed a ray of hope, one of golden color that shone in the sky with strength and bravery. The boy represented that inspiration that the inhabitants of that decaying world needed to prevent everyone from longing for the sweet relief of death. He was a warrior who, though trained and powerful, ultimately fell, taking the world with him.
From aliens capable of blowing up the Earth at any moment to killer androids strong enough to erase high-level celestial creatures without the slightest effort, the list of threats was astounding. And among them, the bio-android Cell stood out, an abominable creation born of a human thirsty for revenge and power, one who succumbed to his own creations.
The dragon shuddered at the sight of this creature, who could be described as a false god. It was disturbing that a simple human was responsible for creating something capable of battling Maōs, and there was a huge possibility that this bio-android would decimate them overwhelmingly. Many conflicting feelings surged within the dragon upon witnessing the magnitude of the threat Cell represented and the heartbreaking reality of human capacity to engender such monstrosity.
The war fought to eliminate this unnatural being was brutal and devastating. Many innocents lost their lives at the hands of this abominable creature, whose mere existence represented a threat to the peace and stability of the world. However, a glimmer of golden hope emerged to put an end to its reign of terror.
In a way that bordered on the ridiculous, the one responsible for ending the threat once and for all turned out to be a child. With the enemy's fall, peace finally reigned in the world, returning hope and tranquility to those who had suffered under its tyranny. Although the irony of the situation couldn't be overlooked, the courage and determination of the young hero were undeniable, proving that even the most unsuspected could emerge as saviors in times of need.
This child turned out to be the younger version of Trunks' master.
The discovery that Trunks was not only a hybrid but also a time traveler added a new level of complexity to his already enigmatic existence. Ddraig felt intrigued by this revelation; timelines represented an enigma in themselves. The notion of traveling through time raised questions as fundamental as they were complex, sometimes impossible to answer.
For Ddraig, who had witnessed the flow of time over eons, the concept of traveling through the eras was fascinating but also bewildering. How could someone alter the course of history without unleashing unforeseen consequences? What implications did this have for the very fabric of the universe? The answers to these questions escaped his understanding until he learned of the existence of timelines.
Timelines thus became an even greater enigma than Trunks' own existence.
In the timeline where that young boy defeated Cell, things were very different from Trunks' reality. This new twist in the story raised intriguing questions about the nature of time and destiny. How was it possible for two such different timelines to coexist in the same universe? What events had led to things taking such a divergent course in each of them?
For Ddraig, this discovery added another layer of complexity to an already confusing panorama. What did this mean for Trunks' future and the fate of the universe as a whole? The implications were enormous and barely beginning to be glimpsed.
The dragon was now immersed in a sea of uncertainty and speculation, trying to understand the true nature of timelines and their impact on the fabric of the universe.
In that alternate timeline, the androids created by that insane human (17 and 18) turned out to be surprisingly peaceful. Instead of sowing chaos and destruction, they chose to live a quiet life away from conflicts. Even more surprising was discovering that one of them even married someone who could be considered an ordinary human with nothing remarkable in Ddraig's eyes. This outcome reflected the infinite possibilities offered by the universe, where even beings designed for war could find peace and redemption.
On the other hand, in Trunks' timeline, reality was radically different. The androids were ruthless executioners, annihilating all the planet's protectors with relentless ferocity and finding amusement in killing every human being they encountered without distinguishing between women, elderly, children, and babies, as they were all the same shit to them. Trunks was the only remaining hope, facing an overwhelmingly powerful enemy while struggling to survive in a world plunged into chaos and desolation.
Despite believing from the beginning that if he helped Goku and warned the Z warriors about the androids' threat, the reality was different for Trunks. Nevertheless, he remained steadfast in his commitment to fight alongside the Z Warriors to confront the androids and later defeat Cell, despite knowing that it wouldn't alter his timeline. This display of altruism and profound sacrifice earned Ddraig's deep respect.
Not every powerful being could show that level of selflessness and dedication to others. Trunks, despite knowing the inevitability of his timeline, still chose to confront the enemy alongside his companions, not for a change in his own fate, but to prevent others from suffering as he had suffered.
Thanks to his selfless work, young Trunks was rewarded by destiny, managing to defeat the androids with an act of unmatched bravery and determination. The training proposed by Goku was essential for him to reach a new level of power and thus end the androids' threat with his own hands. Although helping Goku not to die didn't change anything in his timeline, it did somehow benefit Trunks considerably.
Although peace reigned with the defeat of the androids and Cell, a return to dark times was unavoidable in that timeline. The appearance of the wizard named Babidi greatly surprised the crimson dragon, especially upon discovering that his goal was to resurrect a demon so powerful that it could destroy the universe and then rebuild it in his own image.
Luckily, Trunks didn't have to face this threat alone. The intervention of the most powerful and important deity in that universe was an unexpected turn. Although he could have ended Babidi, he chose to train Trunks, aware of the dark times ahead and the importance of preparing a warrior of his caliber for what was to come.
Being trained by the very creator god of the entire universe was an unparalleled honor for a mortal. Ddraig knew that beforehand...
Trunks understood the magnitude of this opportunity and committed himself to face the challenge seriously, knowing that such opportunities only come once in a lifetime.
After the training with Kaioshin, the battle against Babidi's army was a unilateral massacre until the most powerful warrior of that army joined the battle: Dabura, the king of the demon world. His power far surpassed that of the most powerful being in this world, Great Red, and yet Trunks didn't hesitate to confront him; the ensuing fight was worthy of the greatest masters of sword combat. However, thanks to the training received by the deity, Trunks managed to defeat and eliminate those dangerous enemies, preventing the demon sealed in the large egg from awakening.
But at a high price; the deaths of Kaioshin and Kibito...
Now, the responsibility for maintaining the balance rested entirely in Trunks' hands. With the loss of his allies and the possible emergence of new enemies, the weight of his duty became more evident than ever.
Peace returned to the alternate timeline of the future, but as expected, not for long. A new enemy emerged with the determination to eradicate mortals from the earth. Trunks and the rest of the resistance fought desperately, but they faced an enemy whose mentality considered all mortal beings as aberrations that must be eradicated.
The appearance of this new enemy unleashed a ruthless war against the earth, where humans were mercilessly decimated. Trunks and the rest of the resistance fought bravely, but they faced an enemy whose cruelty knew no bounds, a being that considered all mortal beings as mere trash to be eradicated.
The number of lives lost was devastating, even for someone like the crimson dragon who had snatched thousands of lives eons ago. Millions of people perished due to the whims of this false god, whose evil reminded him of the leaders of the ancient supernatural factions.
Despite the training that had pushed his mind and body to unthinkable limits, Trunks could not face this being whose soul, if it had one, was imbued with hatred and malice. But what puzzled the celestial dragon the most was the identity of the supposed hero: Son Goku, the father of his mentor and friend.
In theory, Son Goku had died in this timeline, which meant that this version of the hero must come from the past. However, something didn't fit. The Son Gōku that Ddraig knew was a warrior with a good heart who had defended the earth on multiple occasions. How could he be the cause of so much suffering?
This mystery added to another: How had Son Gōku from the past arrived in the future? He hadn't used a time machine, as only Trunks possessed one and he was in the future. Trunks's mother, Bulma, hadn't even begun to build hers in this timeline.
However, there was a ray of hope. Trunks's mother had a plan to confront this new enemy: to bring the Z warriors from the past using the time machine. This strategy offered a chance of victory, but there was an obstacle: the time machine needed a certain substance to complete its time-traveling capability, and that substance was in another laboratory, far from the underground bunker where they were.
Ddraig watched helplessly as the world he had arrived in, where Trunks's emotional ties were rooted, crumbled before his eyes. Bulma's death, the moral pillar of the Saiyans, and then the attack on the dark-haired woman, all before the young man's eyes, drove him to the brink of madness. Without hesitation, he faced his nemesis, Black, though he was at a clear disadvantage.
Despite being seriously injured, Trunks managed to reach the time machine and escape just in time from a final attack by Black. Ddraig watched with interest the young man's journey to the past, his encounter with the Z warriors, and the bewildering turn of events.
The truth about Black's identity and the complex link of timelines once again, a god with desires for destruction, shed light on many mysteries that had baffled everyone and did the impossible to carry out his deranged plan, even transgressing timelines and altering time itself.
The outcome of that fierce battle resulted in a bitter defeat. What did it matter that Zamasu was eradicated if in the end Trunks's entire universe was completely erased? There was nothing left but an infinite void; in the end, that wretched god got what he wanted. Humans were eradicated, the world destroyed, and, above all, everything Trunks knew was consigned to oblivion. They had nowhere to return to.
Everything he knew and everyone he loved vanished forever, and now, so to speak, he found himself stranded in another very unfamiliar world to him. What could they do here? Perhaps seek a new beginning, but they would have to work very hard to achieve it.
"Honestly, I don't know what to think about you, kid," said the dragon, staring at him as if trying to find out more about him but at the same time impacted by what he saw "You evoke too many feelings that are difficult to explain"
"It may be hard to understand," he responded calmly "My life and my decisions have been guided by a purpose greater than myself. But in the end, it all overwhelmed me"
"I agree with you on that," the dragon responded with marked empathy "And now, what do you plan to do? "
Trunks fell silent for a moment, his gaze lost in the void as he tried to process the magnitude of what he had just said. It was as if a part of him resisted accepting the devastating reality of the total disappearance of his home universe.
"I don't know," he finally responded, "his voice like a soft whisper laden with uncertainty and sadness "All of this is very hard for me to accept. Everything I knew, everything I fought for... just disappeared. It's like it's a cruel joke orchestrated by some being that transcends space and time"
Ddraig nodded understandingly, recognizing the pain and confusion in the young warrior's words, leaving the boy to his musings, as he deemed it inappropriate to say a word that would remind him of the traumatic experience the young man had gone through.
Still, that experience taught him that the universe is vast and mysterious, populated by unimaginable wonders and dangers, oddities and adventures seemed to be commonplace. From exotic creatures and alternate dimensions to political intrigues and intergalactic wars, the cosmos was full of possibilities and challenges for those brave or reckless enough to venture into it.
Ddraig wasn't sure what other oddities or dangers the universe might offer, and he didn't want to find out either. Although he was addicted to first-rate battles, he was smart enough to recognize that facing certain enemies would not end well for him. Trunks, on the other hand, embodied human determination and Saiyan pride and was willing to face any challenge that came his way.
Despite his power, Trunks had his own weaknesses and concerns. Overprotectiveness towards one human and the insecurity of another were issues that lingered in his mind, although both warriors had too many battles under their belt to be distracted by matters of the heart. Ddraig watched this situation with amusement, wondering if he could intervene in some way to help resolve those dilemmas.
The story unfolding before Ddraig undoubtedly seemed like it was taken from the most creative and audacious mind. What other oddities could be found in that universe? What other adventures awaited, what risks lurked for those who dared to venture into that world?
Many questions resonated in Ddraig's mind as he watched young Trunks lost in his thoughts. Could he adapt to this world, leaving behind everything he once knew? It was a question hanging in the air, charged with uncertainty and hope in equal measure.
Trunks had shown an impressive inner strength in his struggle against adversity, but facing the total loss of his world and his timeline was a challenge of epic proportions. However, the crimson dragon knew that if anyone had the determination and the will to overcome it, it was Trunks.
The presence of a being who could embody wonder itself would not go unnoticed by the supernatural world. It was amusing for Ddraig to speculate how naively the factions of different pantheons would do anything to unite him to their ranks. However, he knew that would be in vain, for Trunks's race represented pride in person. There was no force or persuasion capable of bending the determination of such a powerful being, whose warrior essence was rooted deep within his being.
"Your story, young Trunks, is far from reaching its conclusion," said Ddraig solemnly, with the authority of someone who has seen the flow of time through eras "Every battle, every challenge, and every choice you make will continue to shape your destiny. Although the path may be difficult, you are the architect of your own fate. You write each page of your story with every action you take"
Trunks nodded, absorbed by the dragon's words. The idea that his story was still unwritten gave him a new sense of purpose and determination.
"I didn't think someone of your nature could say such eloquent words," Trunks replied, with a touch of humor, but feeling comforted "You've given me a lot to think about, Ddraig"
"Well, who would have thought you could be someone sarcastic," replied Ddraig with humor, but a spark of complicity shone in his eyes "Well, not everything in life is senseless destruction, young man. Sometimes even dragons can utter a few eloquent words"
Laughter echoed within that plane, a melody of camaraderie between two beings who, despite their differences, found a bond in their shared determination and courage. At that moment, the weight of worries and challenges seemed to dissipate, making room for camaraderie and connection between Trunks and Ddraig.
"Still, I admit the idea is inherently strange," Trunks replied, with a smile. But rewarding.
In that instant, the weight Trunks had been carrying for so long seemed to lighten. The idea of living in that new world, although unfamiliar and different from his own, no longer seemed so overwhelming. He realized that, with the support of the dragon and his own determination, he could find a new purpose, create new bonds, and build a new life. Although he knew it wouldn't be easy, he was determined to do everything in his power to make it happen.
"You know what? I like you, young man," praised Ddraig, denoting the respect and admiration he felt for the warrior from the future "I really would like to keep talking to you, but I must inform you that the Maōs Lucifer and Leviathan are about to arrive. It's time for you to return.
Trunks nodded in understanding, but at the same time surprised by how quickly time had passed.
"I must say, it was enriching for me too, our conversation. I hope to talk to you again another time," Trunks said goodbye with a military salute "See you later"
*Insert Avatar the Last Airbender - Lion Turtle Theme again*
Adopting the lotus position, Trunks closed his eyes with determination, focusing on the return process. He began to "bend" his mind to return to the "earthly plane." With each breath, he immersed himself more in himself, slowly detaching himself from the plane where he was.
The light surrounding him slowly faded, and his thoughts became clearer as he moved away from the spiritual planes. With each step towards the real world, he could feel his consciousness returning to his physical body, breaking through the barriers of the spiritual and getting a little closer to the material world he had left behind, preparing to awaken from his trance state.
*Stop ost*
When the young man left that plane, Ddraig's expression changed radically to a very serious and thoughtful one.
"There's no doubt, you're just like that 'guy'," thought the celestial dragon, remembering "that guy." The one who sowed terror and chaos in all factions thousands of years ago "The only difference is that you're not a homicidal maniac"
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Asia was working hard to heal the wounds on the young man's injured arm, using her Sacred Gear to heal as best as she could. Although she was exhausted from the effort, she continued her task, aware of its importance and feeling grateful to the one who had come to save them.
The exhaustion was evident in her fatigued face and her labored breathing, but she didn't let that stop her. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the injuries hidden beneath the young man's clothing, but she decided not to inquire at that moment, focusing on her mission to heal him.
Suddenly, a slight groan escaped the boy's lips, indicating that he was about to wake up. Everyone in the room prepared for his return to consciousness, watching attentively as his eyelids trembled while he struggled to open his eyes.
Trunks opened his eyes slowly, his vision still somewhat blurry as he adjusted to the light. When he finally managed to focus his gaze, he was surprised to see Tsubaki by his side, watching him expectantly.
"Uh..." he exclaimed, surprised by how closely the girl was watching him. Quickly, Tsubaki stood up and adjusted her glasses nervously.
"I apologize," she said, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment. "I shouldn't have startled you. I'll leave."
"Hey, wait..." he tried to say, but the girl quickly moved away, leaving Trunks unable to say anything to her.
"Well, that was strange," he said thoughtfully until a small gasp caught his attention. "Hey, Asia, are you okay?"
"Hai," despite the evident exhaustion, she responded with a warm smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Trunks noticed Asia's obvious fatigue as she continued to focus on her healing task. He approached her carefully and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Asia, I think you should take a moment to rest," he said gently, concerned for her well-being. "You're exhausted, you need to rest."
Asia looked up at him, her expression showing determination despite the tiredness she felt.
"B-but I haven't finished yet-desu," she replied, politely rejecting the warrior's suggestion. "I want to make sure your arm is completely healed. It's the least I can do to thank you for saving us."
Trunks shook his head gently, his eyes reflecting both understanding and concern. He recognized Asia's determination and desire to express her gratitude, but he was aware that the girl was too exhausted. He observed how her breathing was irregular, how her shoulders seemed heavier than usual under the weight of exhaustion.
Trunks, delicately, placed a hand on her head, stroking it gently as if afraid of disturbing the fragility of her state, drawing her attention to him at the same time that he stopped her work.
Asia shivered slightly at Trunks's comforting gesture, feeling how his gentle caresses relieved the tension in her tired body. A warm sensation of calm and gratitude filled her as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment of tranquility they shared.
"You did a great job, I already feel better," he raised his injured arm and began to move it to prove his point to the nun. "See? Now take a little break. You deserve it."
"H-hai-desu," she responded, a little embarrassed.
Trunks also smiled at the blonde's reaction. He watched as her face lit up with a genuine expression, finding her truly adorable with those features. Although he knew she was a reincarnated demon, he could feel the purity of her heart. It was precisely to people like her that he had the mission to protect.
The other spectators in the room looked at the blue-haired boy, either discreetly or directly. This made him feel somewhat nervous; he had never liked being the center of attention anywhere. Therefore, he tried to look around to distract himself and forget that he was being watched, but at the same time he could perceive how the tension in the atmosphere slowly dissipated, allowing those present to breathe more easily. Putting an end to the threat posed by a war-addicted sociopath had brought peace back to that place. However, deep down, he knew that this peace was fragile and ephemeral.
He was aware that people as ruthless as that existed and would not rest until they fulfilled the two most cliché ambitions of any universe: to destroy it or to conquer it. This only made him feel somewhat nostalgic, remembering how he and his old friends had avoided so many disasters. He wasn't a superhero, he was a warrior trained and polished in martial arts, but that wasn't going to prevent him from protecting the innocent of that world, at least until his mother managed to find them.
But here was the doubt: why be found?
There was no longer a place to return to, and the idea of living in the past not only seemed impossible, but also dangerous. He didn't want to risk altering the flow of time by living with his child self and much less getting his mother in trouble with the god of destruction. Because Wiss made it clear that altering the fluctuation of time was one of the most atrocious and abominable crimes. Each small interaction could have unpredictable consequences for the future.
Besides, he had already committed too many sins.
Therefore, he faced the reality that his only option was to move forward, building a new path in this unknown world and present, adapting to the circumstances that they may present to him.
In addition to keeping in mind the words of the celestial dragon.
Your story hasn't ended yet.
And he would have continued with his thoughts if it weren't for someone unexpected entering his field of vision, it was Sirzechs-Lucifer's younger sister.
"I can see you find the night enjoyable," Rias said with a serene and elegant voice.
"Uh, yes, I suppose," he said, not quite understanding the situation.
"It's good to know. By the way, I haven't properly introduced myself. My name is Rias Gremory, it's a pleasure to meet you, Trunks," she introduced herself, bowing her head slightly as a sign of respect and courtesy.
Rias's presence radiated a sense of nobility and refinement that filled the space around her. Every gesture, from the elegance of her posture to the serenity of her gaze, spoke of her status as a prominent member of the influential Gremory family and the next heir to lead the clan. The Gremory clan was a prestigious and respected clan of their own demonic faction, known for their manners and magical power, it was as if the aura of power surrounding her was imbued with centuries of family legacy and experience in demonic leadership.
"The pleasure is mine, Rias-san," he quickly stood up and returned the courtesy. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
His tone, although respectful, betrayed a slight confusion, as Rias's sudden appearance had interrupted his thoughts. However, he was willing to offer his help if needed.
"I want to thank you for your brave intervention on our behalf, Trunks," expressed Rias with gratitude, her voice resonating with sincerity. "In times of adversity, it's easy to lose hope and give in to despair," Rias continued, her tone of voice becoming reflective. "But your presence here has reminded us that there is always a light in the darkness, a force that drives us forward even when all seems lost. That force is you, Trunks. You have been a beacon of hope for all of us, and for that, we are eternally grateful."
Trunks listened attentively to Rias's words, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for having been able to make a difference in the lives of others. His own experiences of struggle and overcoming resonated with Rias's words, reminding him that although the path to victory could be difficult, it was always worth fighting for what was right and just.
"I appreciate your words, Rias-san," Trunks responded sincerely, his voice filled with emotion. "It means a lot to me to know that I was able to help in some way. But..." he paused for a moment, "I highly doubt you came just to tell me that, right?"
Rias observed the broken handle of Trunks's sword, a detail that did not escape her sharp perception.
"You're right about that," she commented, pointing to the broken handle with a serious gesture. "In my nobility, I have a knight who is an expert in swords and he mentioned that yours seems to have suffered considerable damage, considering that we didn't see you using it and instead you borrowed the sword from that priestess."
"That's true," Trunks confirmed, acknowledging the validity of the observation. "My sword has suffered considerable damage in the course of my recent battles, unfortunately it is beyond repair."
Trunks carefully removed the sword from the handle, revealing the lamentable state it was in. Rias watched attentively, immediately noticing the obvious signs of wear on the metal edge. However, what caught her attention the most was the fact that the sword was split in two halves, revealing that the upper half of the sword had disappeared, leaving only an uneven edge that marked the limit of its former splendor. But Rias was sure that the Gremory family forge could repair it.
"So that's why you didn't use your sword against Kokabiel," Xenovia murmured quietly as she watched the interaction between Rias and Trunks.
"I understand," she said seriously. "Sometimes, fulfilling our duty is much more important than loyalty to our usual tools. I propose this: as a thank you for saving our lives, I can offer to repair your sword."
Rias smiled kindly, extending her hand for Trunks to hand her the broken sword. Surprise reflected in the warrior's future eyes at the generous offer of the demon princess.
"I really appreciate your kindness and willingness to help, Rias-san," Trunks responded with gratitude. "But I'm sorry to say that repairing my sword is somewhat complicated, not to say impossible. Its composition and design are unique, not to mention that the metal it is made of is not found in the periodic table."
"A metal that is not listed in the periodic table sounds quite intriguing," Rias commented, with a puzzled expression. "How is it possible for there to be a material of which there is no knowledge in the scientific field?"
Trunks considered Rias's question, reflecting on how to explain the unique nature of his sword and the metal it was made of.
"It's a complicated matter," Trunks admitted, trying to find the right words. "My mom is a renowned genius, as she was the one who made it, I certainly forgot the details, all I remember was that she mentioned she discovered a new metal and wanted to test it, I'm sorry I don't have more information... so I think it won't be possible to repair it."
"I understand," she responded, with a thoughtful look. "It seems we are facing a mystery of cosmic proportions. Although unknown to us, this metal may represent incredible potential, both in terms of technology and magic."
Trunks nodded solemnly, hinting in his gesture at the deep respect he felt for the sword and the metal it was forged from. He recognized the purpose for which it was made.
On the other hand, Rias could not ignore the opportunity that presented itself. The potential to investigate this metal was enormous and could open new doors for her demon faction. Not only would it provide them with a strategic advantage, but it could also lead to discoveries that would benefit future generations of demons. The excitement for knowledge and progress was reflected in her eyes as she considered the possibilities that opened up before them, not to mention the prestige that her clan would gain if that metal could be beneficial for the underworld.
"Anyway, leave it to me," Rias replied, "It will be a challenge to discover what kind of metal it is, but I promise you will see your sword restored to its maximum splendor."
Not entirely convinced, Trunks extended the blade of the sword towards Rias with a mixture of uncertainty in his eyes. In a calm yet determined tone, he expressed his thoughts sincerely.
"I understand if you might get frustrated if you can't repair it," Trunks began, his voice reflecting the sincerity of his words, "But in the event that you succeed, you will earn my eternal admiration. It would be a gesture I would never forget."
Rias smiled proudly at the phrase uttered.
"Don't worry, I'll fulfill what I promised," declared Rias, thumping her ample chest with her fist in a sign of reassurance. She observed how the boy smiled at her behavior, which made her feel a flash of satisfaction. "The only thing I'm going to ask of you is to be patient. I promise you won't regret it."
Trunks was about to respond when he felt something behind him, he turned his gaze, not alarmed, as those presences, despite having negative energy, were not malign. Everyone was about to ask what was happening as they saw him looking towards a certain point in the place, but they fell silent when a crimson light began to overflow from that place, along with a seal that Rias and her servants knew very well: the seal of the Maō Lucifer.
Trunks was intrigued, even though Sirzechs was from the Gremory clan, the magic seal was different. From the magic circle emerged two figures. One of them was a redhead, wearing a lilac tunic that hid a white suit, and over it, he wore a chest protector and several metallic-looking shoulder pads, black with golden lines.
The second belonged to a girl who wore a green corset that highlighted her figure, combined with a long black skirt that gave her a mysterious and elegant air. Her boots, prominent and sturdy, completed her outfit, adding a touch of firmness and determination to her appearance. Together, the two figures exuded an imposing presence and self-assurance as they emerged from the magic circle.
"Onii-sama?!" exclaimed the surprised redhead.
"So, that's her brother? It makes sense, the resemblance is striking," reasoned Trunks, "From the way she calls him, it's safe to assume he belongs to the nobility or holds an important position. Without fear of being wrong, he could be Sirzechs."
The unexpected arrival of Sirzechs and Maō Leviatán added a new twist to the situation. Trunks watched with interest as Maō Lucifer and Serafall approached with grace and authority. Sirzechs's presence, with his regal bearing and impeccable attire, made it clear his status as one of the most prominent leaders of the underworld. On the other hand, Serafall, with her mischievous aura, exuding confidence, they were two figures to be reckoned with.
"They have enormous Ki," thought Trunks, "I would say it's hundreds of times stronger than Kokabiel's... the same goes for that girl, despite being weaker than his, she also has impressive power."
Trunks reflected on the situation regarding Kokabiel. Did he really intend to challenge those two?
Compared to Sirzechs, Kokabiel seemed little more than a fleeting shadow, a mouse pretending to defeat a cat. The imposing and majestic energy radiated by Sirzechs completely overshadowed any trace of threat that Kokabiel might have represented at any time. In Sirzechs's presence, any idea of challenge seemed laughable in hindsight. While Kokabiel had proven to be a formidable force, it was evident that he was not up to the true power represented by the leader of the Gremory clan.
If both demons decided to join forces against Kokabiel, the fate of the fallen angel would have been sealed. Despite the ambition Kokabiel had shown, certainly the picture was nothing more than that of a poor devil with delusions of grandeur in the face of the prospect of facing Sirzechs and Serafall. Ultimately, the ambition of the Cadre was a ridiculous illusion.
So engrossed was he in analyzing the Ki of the redhead that he didn't realize he had approached him, smiling friendly and extending his hand in greeting.
"So, you must be Trunks, right?" he said with a warm and cordial tone. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Sirzechs Lucifer, one of the Yon Dai Maōs. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Trunks returned the greeting with firmness, although his expression reflected some curiosity in the presence of the powerful demon leader.
"The pleasure is mine, Sirzechs-sama," replied Trunks courteously, using the appropriate title to show respect towards the leader of one of the most influential factions of the underworld.
Serafall narrowed her eyes as she saw how that guy respectfully addressed her partner.
"I see you are a very polite young man," responded the young Maō without losing his smile. "I appreciate you coming to save my sister and Sona-san. I can see you have recovered from your injuries. Tell me, The attention you received at the hospital was satisfactory?
Trunks couldn't help feeling a slight discomfort in Sirzechs's presence. Although the demon was friendly and welcoming, his aura radiated overwhelming power that did not go unnoticed by the Saiyan. It was an imposing presence that reminded him of a destroyer god, although his power didn't compare to one, the destructive essence he emanated was almost similar, making him someone to be feared.
Sirzechs's question about the medical attention at the hospital caught Trunks by surprise, but he appreciated the demon leader's concern for his well-being.
"The attention at the hospital was excellent, Sirzechs-sama," Trunks replied sincerely, trying to disguise his discomfort in the presence of the Maō's powerful aura. "The doctors and staff were very attentive and ensured my recovery. I am the one who should be deeply grateful to them for helping me when I needed it most."
Although Trunks tried to remain calm and polite, he couldn't help but feel Serafall's penetrating gaze on him. The intensity of her gaze was palpable, as if she were evaluating every move and word of the Saiyan. Although Trunks couldn't discern her intentions, he could feel a strong sense of hostility coming from her.
Meanwhile, Sirzechs listened attentively to Trunks's response, his expression calm but alert. There was something about the way the young Saiyan spoke and behaved that piqued his curiosity, as if there was more to him than met the eye. However, Sirzechs decided not to delve into it at the moment, preferring to keep the conversation on a lighter and friendlier tone.
"I'm glad to hear that you received the attention you needed," replied Serafall, interrupting her colleague as she pretended to smile kindly. "And now that you're here, is there anything else we can help you with? I suppose you want some kind of compensation for saving our little sisters, or am I mistaken? Do you want wealth, castles, lands, servants, maidens, sex slaves? Don't hold back! Ask for whatever you want!"
Trunks sensed a sarcastic tone in Serafall's words, and although he tried to maintain his composure, he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable about the situation. He discreetly observed Sirzechs and noticed a slight contraction in his expression, indicating that he too had perceived Serafall's inappropriate response. The attendees, including Sona's and Rias's servants, also exchanged uncomfortable glances, aware of the inappropriate tone of Serafall's suggestion.
"Well, I..."
"How clumsy of me," exclaimed the young Maō dangerously approaching Trunks and also shaking his hand, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Serafall, I'm also one of the 4 Yon Dai Maōs, but you can call me Levi-tan."
The girl squeezed Trunks's hand and a flash of energy emanated from her, radiating a palpable sense of power in the room. Trunks, with his experience as a warrior, sharpened his gaze for a moment, analyzing the situation carefully. Serafall's display of power did not go unnoticed by him; a clear sign that her action at the moment was one of challenge.
Trunks accepted the handshake courteously, although he couldn't help but feel the intense energy emanating from Serafall, like a subtle yet clear warning. His senses were on alert, and although his instinct told him to remain calm, his training as a warrior warned him not to underestimate that woman.
"A pleasure to meet you... L-Levi-tan," replied Trunks with a friendly smile, trying to dispel any tension. "Don't apologize for the introduction, these situations can be overwhelming sometimes."
Serafall nodded with a softened smile, but the defiant spark still shone in her eyes. It was evident that the young Maō was testing the young Saiyan in some way, but Trunks decided not to engage in provocations, as it was not in his nature. Instead, he chose to maintain a respectful and diplomatic attitude, but firm, showing that he would not be easily intimidated.
"Regarding what you proposed to me, other people may ask for compensation for this type of actions, but personally, my satisfaction comes from the fact that I was able to help in a delicate situation," said Trunks calmly, but holding Serafall's gaze. "Therefore, it is more than enough for me to know that I was able to make a difference when it was needed."
Trunks's response was polite but direct, sending a clear message that he would not be influenced by Serafall's defiant attitude. The young Maō observed him for a moment, carefully evaluating his response.
"Naruhodo, Naruhodo," replied Serafall, adopting a pensive gesture. "Your perspective is admirable, though often hypocritical. Don't get me wrong, it's comforting to see that there are those who act for the common good without expecting anything in return. But for someone of your power... I don't know... it seems strange to me."
"What's her damn problem?" thought the future warrior, feeling a little uncomfortable with Serafall's response, which was totally out of place.
Trunks maintained his composure, although he felt a slight annoyance at Serafall's derogatory comment. However, he decided to remain calm and respond politely.
"I understand your perspective, Serafall-sama," said Trunks, emphasizing the title of the young Maō with respect. "And I appreciate your observations, although I'm not sure which part of my actions you consider hypocritical. But I can assure you that I don't seek any reward."
Serafall observed him closely, her eyes showing a glint of assessment as she analyzed Trunks's response. For a moment, she seemed to ponder his words before replying.
"My dear, in this life, nothing is free, and anyone who doesn't ask for any reward expects something else. That has been the story of the vilest, most despicable, and repugnant beings I have ever known," commented Serafall, noticing that the young man was feeling flustered. "Oh, my apologies if my comment offended you, Trunks-chii. I beg you to forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you."
Trunks couldn't believe that this woman was acting this way with him.
"I understand, Serafall-sama," Trunks replied calmly, although his tone of voice showed a slight tension. "I appreciate your apologies. And although our perspectives may differ, I can prove to you that there is no hypocrisy in my actions."
Serafall nodded with an exaggerated gesture of approval; to Trunks, it seemed that the smile of the young Maō was indeed too hypocritical, but he wouldn't let her know.
"Of course, Trunks-chii," she said with a tone that left no room for doubt about her skepticism. "I am eager to find out, after all, you live in my family's territory. We have plenty of tiiiiime."
At another time, Trunks might have shown interest in that statement, but for now, he decided to let it go, as Serafall's attitude really annoyed him. He wouldn't dwell on those details. Sirzechs, on the other hand, observed the interaction between Trunks and Serafall with a serene but attentive expression. In the face of Serafall's sarcastic tone, Sirzechs intervened softly but firmly. This was expected; since that young man had arrived, Serafall had shown a reluctant and negative attitude, but he didn't imagine she would express it so blatantly.
"Sera-chan," began Rias's brother, maintaining a calm but authoritative tone. "I understand that you're trying to prove something, but there's no need to take such a confrontational stance. Trunks-dono has saved our sisters and deserves our gratitude and appreciation. Our personal perceptions should take a back seat."
Serafall, although displeased with Sirzechs's intervention, would choose to maintain her defiant stance, showing a forced smile.
"Oh, of course, Sirz-chan, you don't have to worry," Serafall replied, the false sweet tone with which she said it annoyed Trunks. "I'm just letting Trunks-chii know that things need to be expressed frankly. We can't go through life with false illusions. Don't you agree with me, Truuuunks-chii?"
The future warrior remained silent.
"In any case, I'm just trying to understand the motivations behind the actions of our dearest hero. After all, it's not so common to find someone as altruistic as he is."
"Very well," Sirzechs intervened once again, "now that this is cleared up, I need to ask you to accompany me, Trunks-dono. There is a matter that requires your attention."
Trunks was surprised by this.
"My attention?"
"Indeed," replied the crimson Satan, "come with us, and you will find out."
End of the chapter.
Clarifications:
(1) Let's remember that despite being a dragon, he had taken human form since they were in the heart of the Boosted Gear.
(2) Since it doesn't have a defined alloy, this was my invention. The sword could be even more unique and powerful, as its composition could include elements not found in conventional alloys. This could give Trunks a tactical and strategic advantage in combat, as his sword could have special properties that other weapons don't. In short, I found it interesting.
(3) Trunks avoids mentioning his mother's passing, as previously mentioned, he wants to keep his painful memories as deeply buried as possible, for now, he will remain reluctant to reveal his secrets.
