2 months after the Defeat of The Androids.
Nightmares plagued Trunks every night, much to the chagrin and helplessness of Mari. As bad as they were, only on occasion would his anxiety cause screams in the night and wake up his sleeping partner. Mari was more than understanding with the situation. It wasn't as if she didn't have nightmares of her own. After all, Trunks couldn't control his dreams.
One particular night, however, his traumatic dreams had him screaming and writhing fiercely in the sheets. Blood. Blinding white light. He was falling endlessly into the flashing memories of destruction, Gohan’s ragged carcass playing in repetitive torture. Androids standing aside, laughing in his face. He screamed.
“Trunks, wake up!”
“AAAAAGGHHHHH!!” He wailed as his body shot upwards into a sitting position, cold sweat soaking through his clothes and the sheets which he held in a vice, white-knuckled grip. The burning in the back of his throa