A/N: First of, I do have a vague backstory for the reader. Secondly, I won't write this exactly like the story in Xenoverse. I'm gonna add in some things and take out some things. That kinda stuff.
"Someone summons you from a land far away…"
Light. Unbearably bright light flooded into my eyes. 'W.. what..' Disgruntled, I felt a gravity change. 'Am I.. am I in another planet..?' Slowly, colors seeped into my vision. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Where the hell am I..?' It appeared to be nighttime here. With my vision clearing, my eyes widened in alarm at the sight of a great green dragon. My muscles tensed cautiously, getting ready for hostility. However, the dragon spoke, with the same gravelly voice from earlier, a simple word of departure. "Farewell." With that, the creature disappeared along with seven orbs of golden light shooting off into.. wherever each of them were going to.
'What..' I flexed my fingers, unsure of what to make of this situation. Upset would be an appropriate word to describe my feeling right now. 'Whatever,' I sighed to myself. I figured there'd be no use in getting irritable over something I don't know about. For the time being, I settled for taking note of my surroundings to placate myself. 'Well, this place sure is pretty, and the sky's no longer dark..' I began to muse but was shortly cut off by footsteps coming my way. Again, my muscles readied for an attack. I caught the sight of a young man with smooth lavender hair. He appeared to be a fighter, seeing a sword on his back. I did a quick scan on him. His strength seemed to be much above the average human.. like almost every alien I've met. Just to stay on the safe side, I assumed distrust. 'Did he bring me here?'
"You're surprised, I'm sure." He began in an amiable tone. I turned to face him square on with narrowed eyes. 'What does he want?' I thought unpleasantly. "I'll have to explain it all to you later. For now.. Let's see how much power you have." His voice grew heated up as he prepared to charge at me with his sword. 'Oh,' I thought, taking up a defensive posture. 'So, he wants to fight me?' Others have done this before. They challenge their strength against me and I try not to accidentally kill them.
The young man speed up in front of me with his sword about to slash at me. But, I've taken on swords with bare hands before so I decided to assert its uselessness. I pivoted to the side and grabbed the blade with my calloused hands. Its wielder looked at me with wide eyes. Still holding the sword, I flung him (just a little gently), aiming for the field of grass beside us. I watched the boy lose his grip and skidded across the lush-looking ground accompanied by grunts of slight pain. I dropped the weapon, letting it clatter on the stone walkway we were on. While he managed to get back on his feet, I began walking toward the young man. He still looked pretty confident. I could see it burning in his vibrant blue irises. 'Seriously.. What does he want?' I continued to wonder, stopping my walk once I was about six feet away from him. I locked my gaze onto his, hoping to read his intentions off his face.
That unruffled, confident look was still on his face even though his appearance was littered with dirt and grass. "Looks like the little warmup is complete. Now.. it's time you showed me your true power!" At the last syllable, he flew up into the air and began throwing a barrage of ki blasts. They were simple enough to dodge and block. 'Why.. why is he holding back?' It was clear he was 'going easy' on me. I sensed far too much energy in him than what he was exerting. 'Perhaps, he's not looking for a fight after all.. Argh, but what does he want?!' It was frustrating, really. It felt like I was kidnapped just for shits and giggles. I just wanted to settle down for once. Maybe even get a permanent home..
I let out a curt sigh. 'I'm going to get straight to the point,' I decided as I shot up into the air toward him with impatience.
Weaving through the ki blasts with ease, I brought the boy pinned on the ground, more roughly than I intended. He choked out a startled gasp from the impact. With my hand digging into the front of his coat, I looked down on him with a countenance of bitter indifference. I leaned down to stop just a few inches away from his ear and spoke in a low, punctuated baritone. "What do you want from me?"
Still reeling in shock, the young man took a couple breaths before answering. I let him take his time, knowing I had been irritably impatient and rude. In addition, I loosened my grip on his coat to let him be more comfortable, hoping he'll be more willing to talk if I'm nicer. "You were chosen." I leaned back to look in the boy's blue eyes with inquiry. Sitting up, he vaguely elaborated, "Chosen by Shenron." This was.. strange. 'Shenron? Does he mean the myth about..' Then, I realized. 'Oh.. the dragon.' I figured I'd have to settled with that scrap of information for now. I stood up and lent a hand to this stranger. The boy almost stared in shock at my silent offer, probably not expecting a polite gesture from me. But, hesitantly, he laid his fingers upon my palm so I could help him up.
Almost immediately when he was on his feet, he began an explanation. "Sorry about attacking you. I'll introduce myself. I'm Trunks.. and I'm currently on a mission. This is the Toki Toki world, where the flow of time gathers. The people here, we're the Time Patrol. When history goes off course, a false timeline is created. We work to correct any of these changes to history." And so he went on, explaining this Time Patrol thing as if I was to join them. 'Wait.. that must be why I'm here.' The thought circled my mind while this Trunks guy talked and talked about this place and its patrollers. The notion of him trying to recruit me kept playing through my mind. 'I didn't ask for this.. I didn't ask for any of this.' I exasperatedly thought.
At the end of his monologue, his light irises seemed to brighten with an idea. "I can give you a tour. I'll introduce you to some of the other patrollers. Whatcha think?" His hopeful eyes bore into my own, slowly breaking into my desire for detachment. 'I might as well.. I'm already here..'
A/N: Thank you to those who read this first chapter. It's still very short and introductory, but deeper in the story, I'll be working on more meaningful chapters. Reviews and constructive criticism are very much appreciated.