Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 15 - Slice o' Life

Characters are not mine; Trunks belongs to Akira Toriyama along with Toei Animation. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop/Vivienne Medrano and A24.

Chapter 15 - Slice o' Life

You never know what's in store for the future. Don't take any chances; go for the leap before it's too late.

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The entirety of Pentagram City is in shambles. Everything has been destroyed to a crisp; there are very little survivors. Entropy and dismay commenced as the ultimate destruction of the city seemed to be inevitable.

A lone figure in black clothing and white boots floats above the broken city, laughing maniacally as he shot out beams of energy, further destroying what's already broken. Below him, a familiar figure can be seen...

It was a very injured and disgruntled Trunks.

He was sitting on his legs, sobbing quietly as he held someone... someone very important to him. He just lost the only person that he could ever love, and there was nothing he could do about it.

All he could do was sit there as he held Charlie's lifeless corpse as the rest of his friends he made in Hell laid beside him, either unconscious or deceased.

He was powerless to stop him. There was nothing left for him there. All he could do now is submit.

The aforementioned figure floated down, his feet reaching the floor in seconds. He had a sickening and sadistic smirk on his face, being smug like he always seemed.

Trunks looked up to face the spikey haired figure. The Saiyan's eyes were completely dead; drained of colour as he could only gaze upon what seemed like wrath incarnate. No rage, just pure unadulterated misery.

"Just... kill me," Trunks lowered his head in defeat, awaiting his fate. He didn't care about what would happen anymore. He shot his head up and, with crazed eyes it seemed, just spat out, "FUCKING KILL ME!"

The smile of the entity just increased in intensity as he raised his arm, creating a large energy-like sword just with his hand.

In one fell swoop... it was over.

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Trunks awakens in his bed, sweating heavily as he began panting as well. It was midnight. He could barely even breathe as his hyperventilation overwhelmed him. He took his head in an attempt to calm himself down, but it failed.

Luckily, the only person who could ever calm him down was just right there next to him, who woke up in response. "Trunks... Trunks! Calm down!"

Charlie took his hands, instantly soothing the young Saiyan. "What the hell happened, Trunks?" She looked on with immense worry and distress, seeing his state of mind.

The Saiyan, calming down due to her touch, took a minute to fully decompress once more. Once he was ready, he responded. "I-I'm sorry..." He pulled her into a warm embrace. He sobbed for a little while as Charlie tried her upmost to  comfort him.

Trunks isn't extremely emotional. Sure, he has his moments where he needs to catch his breath and gather his emotions, but those instances are rather rare. Even rarer for Trunks to cry as well, as Charlie has seldom seen that side of him.

However, the past few days were special cases. The Saiyan has been having reoccurring nightmares as of late... one that involved an evil version of an old friend. It's been all the same. His friends dying brutally at the hands of this sadistic psychopath.