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You were in a forest, punching and kicking at a tree. You were training by yourself, though you felt like you had no other choice sometimes. You had learned to fight from your older brother, and he was off risking his life in West City to get you both more supplies. Those androids made everything dangerous. Training was dangerous because they might notice your growing strength, going out with friends was impossible, and it cut you off from the world. You had only ever heard music a handful of times, but you remembered every word to the ones you liked the best. You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice that you were hitting the tree harder, until you felt a sharp pain in your knuckles.

"Ah!" You squealed pulling you hands closer to yourself, and examining them. They were a painful red and bleeding. "Dammit." you muttered, walking back to the cabin you and your brother lived in.

You walked in and began to search for the first aid kit. You finally saw the red bag and grabbed it gently, not wanting to cause any unneeded pain to your already throbbing hands. When you opened it you grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, and poured it on both of your knuckles, biting your lip at the burning sensation in your fists. Finally you wrapped bandages around your knuckles, mentally telling yourself never to do that again barehanded.

You walked back outside and looked up at the sky and trees, wanting to relax. Remembering from old movies that being at a certain peace would help with fighting, even though you knew that was pretty silly. It didn't stop you from enjoying nature, and its beauty and flaws. You were so deep in thought that you hadn't noticed that someone else was with you.

"You okay?" You heard a timid voice behind you, and you whipped around to see a guy about your age standing there.

He had lavender hair, a muscular build, and bright blue eyes. He had a sword scrapped to his back, and his hands were up as to show that he wasn't going to hurt you. For some reason, You relaxed even though your subconscious was yelling at you.

"Yeah, though it hurts." You said with a small blush. You suddenly felt a bit bashful, and realized something. This was the first time you've been with a guy that wasn't your brother, and your first time alone with one.

"I'm Trunks, what's your name?" He introduced himself. "Y/N. Nice to meet you." You said giving him a friendly smile, then caught sight of his cheeks turning just a slight shade of pink.

"How'd you hurt your hands?" Trunks said glancing away from your face, and down to your damaged hands. "Oh, training." You said feeling slightly embarrassed, though Trunks just smiled at you. "I see what you're coming from, I get a little too rough in training too." He said with an understanding smile. He walked over to you, until he was right in front of you. "May I?" He asked holding out his hand. "Oh, um, yeah." You said placing one of your hands in his.

You felt the heat in your face sky rocket, and it didn't feel like it was going to go down anytime soon. He gently unwrapped the bandages and studied your knuckles closely, a frown coming to his face. He then wrapped it back up and looking at you.

"Well, I actually have quite a bit of supplies. So if you needed anything..." Trunks trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck neck a bit nervously. Before you could respond, you heard someone coming, and looked behind Trunks.

He turned as well, but stayed in front of you protectively. Your older brother came into view and you sighed in relief, and went around Trunks and over to him. You hugged him, and he gave you an awkward hug back, holding supplies in both arms.

"Who's he?" Your brother questioned aggressively, motioning in the direction of Trunks. "Oh, this is Trunks. A friend." You explained quickly, trying to get your brother to relax. "Well Y/N-chan, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." Trunks said before walking away and out of sight. You watched him go, feeling a bit sad at him having to leave. You also felt angry at your brother, and glanced over at him. A frown coming to your face, and walking inside annoyed.