( closed ) i see you dashing through the wind just like a hero.

[capsulecorps]

Who: Trunks and others.
Where: middle of the forest to start then a couple places.
When: 3rd of the month and a few days following.
Format: [ dan dan kokoro hikareteku ]
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Summary: Trunks returns from his canon update after having gone missing for a few days and is not only in bad shape, but has gone from 8 to 25.

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GOHAN, 3rd of the month

[capsulecorps]

[ It's the sound of the wind in the leaves and the chirping of birds that stirs him from his apparent slumber on the grass. Laying on his side, cheek pressed against the cool, lush grass, eyes of blue blearily try to focus for a moment or two before he slowly comes to realize that he's surrounded by forest... and that the sky itself is blue, not black with streaks of lightning and the laughter of their defeat booming throughout it. He stares, feeling his body ache all over as he tries to piece together what's happened, where he is, and where everyone else is. This place... it feels...

...it feels like something is tugging at his foot and, glancing down, he spots a creature of some sort biting and nibbling at his sock. ]

Hey!

[ A spike in energy, weak as it may be, he shakes his leg and pushes himself back in surprise, the creature itself running off in surprise of its own, leaving the half-saiyan leaning back on his arms as he stares. This is not... right. The sky, the forest, everything isn't so bleak and hopeless... and that's when he comes to find an amulet beside him on the grass along with a pebble tied in a leather cord. He stares, recognizing these items as the flood of memories of this world force themselves back onto him. Holding his head, he drops back down onto his side and reaches out with his other hand for the amulet, looking at it as the pad of his thumb brushes over the face of it. Is this... but... how long has it been? ]

[gainsaiyan]

[Gohan had long determined that Trunks had not quite departed from this world, though it didn't make searching for him any less imperative. In fact, it was quite the opposite; Now that they knew he wasn't returned to their world, they had to find him before something else could happen to him.

Was it by luck that Gohan happened to pick up on a sudden spike in an all too familiar energy signature, or was it fate? It was tough to say, honestly. There was something different about it, minute changes compared to what it should be, but... It still felt like Trunks, and not the one from the Future, either. In any event, it felt weak, and he needed to find it before something happened.

It doesn't take him too long to finally locate where the energy came from, and he hovers above the forest now, looking down to pinpoint Trunks. He spots a flash of lavender hair, which prompts him to descend.]

Trunks!

[As he gets closer, though, something seems off. Why is he sensing Trunks' energy but this looks like the other Trunks...]

[capsulecorps]

[ Having a plethora of memories over however many months of a world you had completely forgotten about return to you all at once is... jarring, to say the least. It's why, at first, he doesn't respond to Gohan's call of his name, laying there with fingers curling tightly around his amulet before, suddenly, he feels that familiar energy drifting downwards and he rolls himself onto his back, blue eyes blinking up to the figure. ]

Gohan...

[ His vision is still a little blurred and now he's wondering if he is in fact still back home and they've just... man, who even knows. ]

Goten... my dad... where are they? Did we lose?

[gainsaiyan]

[Gohan crouches down next to Trunks, confusion and concerning running over him. This... looked like the older Trunks, but... he was talking about Goten and Vegeta? He looked just like him, but he was dressed differently. Plus, he could still sense the other one's energy, faintly, off in the distance, mostly obscured and locked down like always, but still able to be sensed, at least for Gohan.

Which meant that this one was...]

Trunks!

[What in the world happened? Was this a third Trunks? Or did the little Trunks... become a big Trunks?]

Hey, stay with me here... What the heck happened to you?

MOM, when he wakes

[capsulecorps]

[ As he sleeps, his dreams are not that which can be considered pleasant or even sweet. Instead, they're filled with images of despair, defeat, and what could be considered the end for not only him, but his father, Gohan, Goten, and so many others. They tried... they tried their best... him and dad... for mom, for Bulla, for Pan, for everyone. But it's not enough.. not with Goku dead.

The way in which he mumbles in his sleep shows the distress he's re-living before, finally, he wakes with a slight tremble and stares up to the ceiling.

A ceiling.

First a forest and now a ceiling and he blinks slowly, trying to recall... ]

Go..han?

HER BOY!

[ballseeker]

[ Bulma's spent her time since Trunks was returned to them, asleep as he was, sitting and fretting over him. Trunks is not as little as he was when he'd left and waved goodbye to her the morning he'd disappeared, but that's not the important part. The important part was that he was back, and hey wouldn't have to go searching on the wall for his name just to be sure. Of course he's dreaming of distress...

What the hell else could happen to her son? Really. It's going on annoying as hell that nothing can ever be simple when it comes to Trunks or her family in general.

But then Trunks wakes, calling out for Gohan, and Bulma gently shakes her head no. ]

No, sweetie.. it's mom, not Gohan...

How are you feeling?

MOM!!

[capsulecorps]

[ Slowly but surely, memories of this world continue to filter through as he his vision comes into focus and he sees his mother... who is also much younger than he remembers her... back home, that is. Here? Here this is just about right as he begins to recall. ]

Hey, mom...

[ He says that with a bit of a smile, slow with even his speech as he blinks his eyes a few times and lifts a hand to touch at his head. ]

I feel like I've been hit by a truck or something... just in the head.

[ballseeker]

Trunks. [ Bulma confirms it with a smile, happy to see him even if he's much older than he remembers him being. There's a little frown though as he says his head hurts, and Bulma zips over to the sink to wet a cloth with cold water. There's so much to ask, so much she wants to know.. but she's not sure this is the best time to ask him absolutely everything.

Instead she sets a cold cloth on Trunk's forehead, frowning slightly. ]

You're a lot older than I remember you, you know. You had me worried sick.

FUTURE SELF, later in the day

[capsulecorps]

[ Water splashes against his face as he stands there in the small bathroom and stares to his reflection in the mirror. He remembers. He remembers everything of this place... of Verens. And while it hasn't been seventeen something years since his departure from this world and merely a matter of days, it still feels as though he's been gone for so long and that so much has changed not only for him back home but within this world as well.

It's with pulling on his shirt that he comes to stand by his small desk he had used the last time he was here in this world as a child and he can't help but smile a little as he recalls the memories of doing so. Nights when he would sit here with his paper and pencil and scribble his letters to two people in particular...

...speaking of, one of them happens to be here within the house.

Passed out on the couch is where he finds him and, for a moment, he just stands there and stares to him. It's... strange now to see his future self like this. When he was younger, it was more like looking up to him - both literally and figuratively - but now... now it feels a little different and it's as if he can understand him a lot better than he could when he was just a bratty kid who was upset with a lot of things that were out of his control.

This must be some seventeen year old guilt creeping up on him, huh?

Regardless, he sits himself in a chair a little ways from the couch and, in the palm of his hand, is a collection of small, smooth pebbles. Which he gently comes to toss at his sleeping future self, one at a time, mostly at the arm, trying to get him to wake. ]

[fighting4afuture]

[He'd been out looking for younger-him, keeping tabs on everyone, tense and wary with Zamasu around--now that Gohan's awake again, though, the days he's spent awake have caught up with him and he couldn't stay awake anymore.

Both too tired to think about heading back to his place and conscious that his mother was...a little stressed right now...Trunks had passed out hard, face-down on the couch.

For the last 12 hours. (There might be a pillow crease on his face.)

So, no, he wasn't conscious when Gohan brought Trunks back to the house, or through the fussing afterward, which is something of a minor miracle considering how light of a sleeper he normally is.

He even sleeps through a few rocks pinging off his arm. But he eventually blinks semi-awake when one or two bounce off his face.

Since he's facing the chair, as he's blinking sleep out of his eyes, he sees the purple hair first.

Then...as he's realizing what's going on, it registers with him that past-him is older. Mom had mentioned the possibility, but he hadn't really thought about it until...well, just now.]

...this is going to make telling us apart a pain.

[capsulecorps]

[ When he finally manages to wake his future self up, he can't help but smile a little as he stops with the rock throwing (it was for old time's sake really) and comes to tuck his arms behind his head, leaning back a bit in the chair. ]

I don't know, you tend to frown a lot more than I do.

[ That was him teasing you, future self.

Tilting his head, he stares to his future self... and it's still really weird because it's like looking in a mirror... you know, if your reflection was a teensy bit older and had the look of stress forever embedded into ones face. ]

I'm pretty sure they have beds in the future, even the one you come from.

[ Aka, why are you on the couch, bro? ]

[fighting4afuture]

[After a few moments, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and just waking up in general, Trunks shifts to sit upright on the couch, legs crossed beneath him.]

Sure, everyone's going to notice that.

[He says dryly.

Granted, he's got the whole time travel thing giving him perspective, he's at least somewhat used to this, but it was a lot less weird when you were 8.]

Welcome back.

[He says, instead of a snarky comment about have you never slept on a couch before?]

REST OF THE CAST, days to follow

[capsulecorps]

[ In the days to follow his return, Trunks can be found around the house adjusting to life back in Verens. If he's not looking over a few of the things in his room he had when he was a kid, he's in the so-called "lab" that mom has made up here, looking over the various things that she and his other self have been working on... and he had been left out of since, yeah, an eight year old isn't much help in these situations unless you count tearing things apart or carrying things over with ease. But he can also be found outside the house, sometimes sitting on the roof looking a bit lost in thought while clicking the tin of capsules brought along with him open and closed, over and over again. Though, there's a sort of quiet melancholy written all over his face as he does. ]

[waitingforhope]

[It was by chance that Mai caught sight of him on the roof.]

[From that distance, even with her trained eyes, the subtle differences went yet unnoticed. Neither wardrobe nor skin palor, build nor the subtle signs of lingering youth. All those minute details that would have otherwise clued her in. In that moment, not realizing she needed a second glance, Mai only saw the figure of her dearest friend in a position that could only mean one thing: he was sulking.]

[Again.]

[She allowed him a few seconds' time to register her presence below before, hands on hips, calling out:]

Of all the places to find you...I admit, I wasn't expecting it to be up there.

[capsulecorps]

[ Surprisingly, he doesn't take notice to Mai's presence at first and merely continues to stare off ahead with his clicking tin still going. It's only when she speaks that he's snapped out of his thoughts and he glances down, blinking in surprise for a moment. ]

Oh... sorry.

[ Cue the awkward chuckle to come. ]

I guess you've been looking for me, huh?

[A wild wildcard appeared]

[ewww_mortals]

[ Oh, this is someone he does not want to run into. The most obnoxious filthy mortal of all mortals: Trunks. Now Zamasu is not one who'd run, he is no coward and he will not betray his ideals because a certain Saiyan possesses more strength than him.

But then again all those ideals seem to be shaking at their cores. Not that they were untrue, not that they weren't just, but it strange to know that he is heading down a path to such a future. Maybe his future self has been too rash. Too eager. Maybe that entire plan has not been crafted right, details must have been forgotten.

So while he is mulling this over he is not even going to acknowledge Trunks. This mortal isn't worthy of his godly attention.]

insert your favorite emote here

[capsulecorps]

[ Well hello to you too, Zams? Honestly, Gods are just sooo above everyone else, aren't they?

While Zamasu might not go out of his way to greet the now adult Trunks, he'll go and do just that, giving a couple blinks of those blue eyes as he makes his way over. ]

Hey, you're still here too, huh?

[notwithoutafight]

[ Videl is on her way home from work that afternoon when she spots a figure on the roof of the house. It's not the stern green figure she's accustomed to seeing (which actually makes her a little disappointed), but it's been awhile since she saw Future Trunks haunting the rooftop. ]

[ With a little grin, she drops down onto the rooftop behind him. ] So are you going to take over gargoyling up here now that Piccolo's gone home?

[capsulecorps]

[ Blue eyes blink in surprise when Videl mentions Piccolo having left and he turns to look at her with a rather curious and surprised expression fixed on his face. ]

What? Piccolo went home? When did this happen?

ROKUROU, after the 3rd

[capsulecorps]

[ It's with a few books tucked under his arm that he makes his way down the various halls of the hospital, looking for a particular room as he goes.

He's a little more adjusted to being back in Verens here and, after having been doted on and the like by his mom, he's finally out and about with the intention of reconnecting with a few people who he's been wanting to see since his memories of this world came back to him.

One of those people is in this hospital and it's when he finds the particular room of said person, that he stands outside it, suddenly feeling... nervous? Anxious? Uncertain? It's strange and he sighs to himself as he rubs at his forehead. He's already dealt with his family and friends from back home being surprised, shocked, confused, and a bunch of other things with his sudden increase in age over a matter of days (for them) and so now, it's time to see how others he knows here will react to this.

No time like the present, right?

Chewing over his bottom lip, books still tucked under an arm and a familiar looking pebble wrapped in a leather cord dangling from his fingers, he makes his way inside the room and stands a little ways from the doorway, smiling then when he catches sight of the daemon. ]

Wow, you're still in here, huh?

[rokubro]

[At some point Rokurou has acquired one of those pressure balls he can squeeze in one hand. It was mostly as part of the rehab process for his broken arm to help keep his grip and other muscles working since he couldn't do much otherwise. But right now he was using his free hand to toss it up and down into the air in a steady, rhythmic pattern of catch and toss, catch and toss. It's come to the point where he can do it without looking, so he's staring up at the ceiling so extremely bored that he barely even notices when the door opens.

He looks towards the voice in mid-throw...and then just kind of furrows brow and stares a bit at the guy standing there, his hand open as the ball lands in his palm. He looks...familiar. The hair definitely reminds me of a certain someone, so he's kind of wondering if he's Trunks's relative or what. But the familiarity of question kind of throws him off.]

Yeah, until the end of the week.

[Another second. And another.]

...Sorry, do I know you?

[HE FEELS LIKE HE SHOULD......]

[capsulecorps]

[ Well... that's maybe a typical reaction from those who haven't been around him all his life? Maybe? The age thing is definitely throwing people off so it's not like he can fault anyone for not immediately connecting the dots with who he could be. However, that doesn't mean he's about to let Rokurou off the hook for that and, as he walks over to grab a chair, he spins it around backwards closer to the bed and drops himself down onto it, books set on the back of the chair as he rests an elbow over the stack. ]

Wow and here I thought we were friends.

[ And he's just going to sit there.

And stare.

And smile a bit, chin resting in his palm.

Waiting for it to finally click for the daemon. ]

ZERO, after the 3rd

[capsulecorps]

[ With the gentle tap of feet touching the ground, Trunks comes to look up to the place which he feels he hasn't seen in a very long time. Zero's place... a place he had invited himself over to a couple times whether the other liked it or not and the memories of the looks the other would give his bratty self asking for snacks and marveling over the models has him smile a little to himself. What would Zero think of him now? Well, really only one way to find out, right?

Knuckles rap against the door as he stands there, slowly blinking his eyes before he steps back a little, hands slipping into his pockets. For a moment, he wonders if he should have contacted him over the amulets to ensure he's actually here since he knows Zero lives with a couple others here. But, well, if he's not in? He could maybe leave a message with whoever answers... or find out where he is and go see him that way. He knows it's only been a few days since he's left this world but to him, it still feels like years. Zero... should still be here.

Right? ]

[absolutevalue]

[ Initially, there's no answer whatsoever. Ciel's lab being in the basement and Ion sleeping upstairs more or less left no one but the tiny invisible-to-half-the-population Croire to see who was at the door, but she sure as hell wasn't about to start opening any doors. Especially not lately.

Luckily for Trunks, the person he was looking for just so happens to be approaching the house anyway, having just come back from another "wonderful" day at work. He stops for a moment, frowning and wondering why the "other Trunks" was here today. When did that one find out where he lives, anyway? Staking out the kid or something?

Only one way to find out. Zero stops a few feet away from where Trunks stands, giving a clearly confused frown. ]

... Didn't realize you knew where I lived. What's going on?

[ Maybe he found the younger Trunks ...? ]

[capsulecorps]

[ Hearing the other's voice, Trunks comes to turn around and smiles brightly when he catches sight of Zero. He's still here... Zero is... still Zero, from the looks of it. ]

Zero, you're still here!

[ He says that... maybe a touch too eagerly? And he realizes that a second later, giving an awkward chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck. ]

It's me... Trunks. Uh... from before.