❝ unfortunate enough to say father,
but we aren’t completely done with
the 𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐝͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐢͟𝐝͟𝐬 more have risen.
and I think they’re first order of business,
is coming to us for another fight down the line . . ❞
he would simply glance at the other 𝐬͟𝐚͟𝐢͟𝐲͟𝐚͟𝐧͟ not wanting to waste anytime,
simply getting straight to the point.
❝ I’ve come here on important matters,
I’m assembling warriors such as yourself,
For the 𝐙͟ 𝐅͟𝐢͟𝐠͟𝐡͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐬͟ . . ❞
There was no hostility in his tone, only guarded curiosity as his cloak settled from the leftover pressure in the air.
“So tell me, Trunks… what brings a Saiyan from the future looking for another one?”
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❝ father ? you must have me mistaken for someone else. ❞ arms crossed. a small scowl towards the other. almost tempting to get a read of them from the scouter adorned on vegeta's face.
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once he had realized she was nothing,
more than a 𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐜͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐭͟ he would have promptly greeted her.
❝ oh my apologies ma’am,
sorry for the misunderstanding.
my name is Trunks nice to meet you. ❞
“Calm down— no need for the serious face! I'm just a teacher.” She responds with a soft smile forming on her lips, hoping to at least earn the other's trust.
“My name is Lucilla,” She introduces, as she tips her own hat slightly. “President of the Startorch academy.”
❝ Father . . I have a important information that I need to tell you
regarding my 𝐟͟𝐮͟𝐭͟𝐮͟𝐫͟𝐞͟ 𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐦͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐞͟ .
It’s about the 𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐝͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐢͟𝐝͟𝐬͟ and how they’ve,
devastated the future timeline . . ❞
The Saiyan prince looks at the warrior with a serious expression. Wherever this Trunks is around, problems usually come.
"It's been a while, Trunks. What happened this time?"