Our Last Hope | Future Trunks

Chapter 5: The Promise

Chapter 5: The Promise

9 Years Later - January, Age 780

Hope's P.O.V.

"You heard me! You're looking at the burning wreckage of Pepper City, the largest target of the android's hostility." The radio began to make a fuzzy sound and I adjusted the antennae.

"Come on. Come on you stupid thing! Work!" I was frustrated hearing about the androids attack. My sister older half-sister, Cheri, had left to fight them with Gohan, my cousin, at Pepper City and I was stuck home trying to listen for any sign of them.

I hated staying home worrying if my family will even be alive. I began to hear the voice on the radio again.

"Now they're on a joy ride! Terrorizing the survivors!" Out of rage, I couldn't help but strike the radio with my hand.

How dare they! How could they be so cold-hearted? How do they find this amusing? How?!

I let out a strangled scream and crouched down, putting my hands in my hair.

Don't loose yourself. I told myself. One of these days, things will be alright.

I let my hands fall to my side but they clenched into fists. I took a deep breath and went downstairs, suddenly freezing in place.

"A-Amai?" My aunt's once lovely carnation ringlets that flowed down halfway her 4"11' body was shoulder-length and straight. She has a bit off an obsession with her hair and it doesn't grow easily. It was odd for her to do something so drastic to her hair.

"What? I decided to have a little change!" She laughed. Maybe she's going through a mid-life crisis. I thought.

I went to the kitchen and tried pouring some milk in a bowl of cereal but ended up pouring orange juice into a bowl of cereal. I realized when Buruto walked into the kitchen.

"You're pouring orange juice in that you know." He struggled to say without laughing. I pouted and extended my arm.

"Just give me a spoon."

He snickered and happily complied.

"A little light to be a saiyan meal. Do you want anything else?" Buruto asked, worry hinted in his voice.

I shook my head. "I don't really have much of an appetite actually. I think I'll head over to Trunks' place. I'll bring them since veggies."

"Alright. A little heads up, if you want to impress you should change out of those puppy dog pajamas.

I sneered at him. "Who exactly am I trying to impress, Buruto?"

My adoptive uncle held his snickers in. "Oh no one."

Oh no one. Okay, Buruto, okay.

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Capsule Corporation looked a tad vacant, no energy levels.

I sauntered the sidewalk and made my way inside.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" An energy level came from upstairs.

"Boo!" Bulma popped up attempting to frighten me.

"You know that doesn't work. I can sense your energy and hear you."

"Ugh you saiyans make things no fun." She jokingly began to pout. "How are you honey?"

"I'm alright I guess. Kind of worried over Cheri and Gohan. Where's Trunks?"

"Trunks? I don't know any Trunks." Bulma said, placing her hands on her hips, closing her eyes, and lifting her head up high.

"He's giving you a hard time I take it."