Lettie never understood why she felt different from other women. Why did she love fighting and training? Why could she feel the strength of the people around her? And, above all, what was the point of it all? What was she fighting for?
Her life chan...
Today I brought you a bonus chapter: Naíma's future!Yes, this is a chapter that tells the story of the timeline devastated by the Androids, from which Trunks came through the time machine. It's a bonus because it will be the only chapter of this story narrated by another character besides Lettie and Piccolo, and no one better than our dear Naíma, right? 😊
Before you start reading, I want to recommend that you listen to a song that inspired me a lot to write this chapter, which was based on the movie "The History of Trunks". The song is called "Swan Lake (Epic Trailer Version)", by Hidden Citizens. I'll leave the link to the song, but it's available on YouTube and Spotify.
Naíma's art made on Hotpot.ai. Afterwards, tell me about your reading experience 💙💚
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NAÍMA
I was dancing on the ruins of a building destroyed by the Androids.
In my headphones, a tragic and beautiful classical music accompanied my steps. Ahead of me, the sunset painted the sky with blood colors, announcing the end of another hopeless and destruction-filled day in my timeline.
With each movement of my body synchronized with the bows of the violins and the blowing of the brass, my last memory of my parents lit up before me. I was only four years old at the time, but the memory was vivid.
We were at Kami-sama's Lookout, but he was no longer there. Daddy had fused with him and become very powerful. I managed to escape from my nanny, Mr. Popo, and sneaked through the silent corridors of the Lookout, lowering my Ki as much as I could, as Daddy had taught me.
Hidden behind a marble pillar, I saw them, half-illuminated by the sunlight that entered the Lookout's windows. Mommy was floating to be at Daddy's eye-level, whispering incomprehensible words to each other. They were both touching their foreheads, holding hands, and their faces showed deep pain and anguish. After talking for a while, Daddy cupped Mommy's face and they exchanged a sweet, tender kiss.
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