Chapter 1: Trunks Test!

The sky turned black as Trunks placed the dragon balls in in the pedestal to summon the dragon god, Shenron. The dragon looked at him from his place in the sky, his enormous body shifting and turning while his head was set, staring at the young man with the purple hair and sword on his back. Trunks took a step back, amazed, as ever, at the sight of Shenron. He bowed before the magnificent creature as its voice thundered over Toki Toki City.

"I am Shenron. Say your wish and I will grant it, no matter what," the dragon said, looking at the one who summoned it with his frowning red eyes as the body waved in the sky. Trunks swallowed the knot in his throat at stepped forward, bowing before the dragon, before he said: "I am Trunks from the Time Patrol and I need the strongest warrior in the universe to help me correct the timeline." The great dragon frowned and said: "That is not a wish I can grant. The strongest warrior is Goku and if he is summoned to help you fixing the timeline, he will also mess it up, rendering the wish useless." Trunks groaned, glad the dragon had the conscience to tell him that and not wasting his wish.

"Then bring me another warrior, someone who can help me correct the timeline and has the potential to become stronger as we correct it," Trunks wished, hoping that his wish wouldn't grant him someone on the level of Yamcha. The dragon gave Trunks a nod and began to glow in harsh bright light.


Meanwhile on a lustrous green planet, filled with vast forests and plenty of wild life, was an alien sitting on a log, watching the campfire in front of him with his long tail slithering behind him. His skin was dark blue and his body was covered in an armor made of bone, designed to look like a coat, with a collar, long shoulder pads and two pads down the back of his legs. His upper arms along with his upper legs were exposed, but his wrists and hands, along with lower legs and feet were covered by bone armor. On his forehead, chest, bracers, boots and the bone pads going down the back of his legs, all had large, light blue, crystals on them. Around him were carcasses and bones with some of them looking like animals and others were looking like humanoids. The alien yawned, clearly bored, then stood up and looked around with a slightly determined expression on his face.

"I guess it is time to train. Just because I live in solitude, doesn't mean I should keep myself in shape for when the next opponent arrives, no matter how weak he is," the alien said, but only had he just said that then a man suddenly stepped through the bushes to confront him.

"Are you Crio of the Frieza Clan?" the man asked. Crio sighed and turned to face whoever was talking to him, then gave him a nod and a polite, yet provoking, bow.

"Indeed I am, though I do not wish to associate myself with Frieza. He wishes only to conquer while I wish only to become stronger and fight the next worthy opponent," Crio said, watching the man with his dark blue eyes. The man clenched his fist and raised it, his face in anger as he snarled, showing his teeth as he said: "You monster! I have come to avenge my brother!" Crio frowned, cupping his chin as he looked at the skeletons around him.

"I take it your brother came here to challenge me?" he asked, assuming that one of the corpses had to be the brother his next opponent was talking about.

"My brother heard rumors of you, that you are the strongest of your kind and has been exiled for various reasons, which in turn has put a great bounty on your head! He knew we were in need of money and thus set out to kill you so we could get the money we needed!" the man said. Crio was seemingly unimpressed by the story as he yawned with his mouth wide open, shaking his head.

"I don't know what your brother thought, nor do I care. However, if someone has put a bounty on my head, it explains all the resent attacks, though only a few has posed a potential threat to me. Those who did are still alive," Crio said, giving the man a devilish grin. The man growled, before suddenly launching against the alien, shouting: "You monster! I will kill you for what you have done!" He launched a fist right into the cheek of Crio but he did not bust one inch. Instead, his eyes shot at the hand, his pupils shrink as he snarled.

"You have just signed your death certificate, fool!" Crio proclaimed, before launching his fist right into the man's stomach, pushing all air out of his lungs. The man wrapped his arms around his stomach and tumbled backwards, spitting out blood as he coughed. Crio turned toward him and looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"It is a shame you are so weak. I was looking forward to an actual fight. Now, DIE!" Crio yelled, shooting his arm forward with an open palm. The man looked at the hand before his eyes widen as a flash of energy was fired from the palm, turning him into nothing but dust. Crio sighed, yawning once more as he turned toward the bushes the man came from, frowning.

"What a shame," he said, the stepped though the bushes, toward a waterhole not far away. Suddenly, he felt weird, slightly dizzy then noticed that his body began to glow.

"What is going on?!" he asked, looking at both his hands as everything around him suddenly vanished.

When Crio opened his eyes once again, he was not surprised to find that he was no longer on the planet he had spent the past 100 years on. Instead, what did surprise him was the black sky. He turned around, trying to get a hint at where he was, when he suddenly noticed a huge green dragon behind him. The dragon looked at Crio, then turned his gaze at someone else and said: "Your wish has been granted. Farewell." Then disappeared into the pedestal from which seven balls suddenly rose, spun around each other and scattered. Crio frowned, looking at the show and then looked at the man the dragon had talked to.

"You're surprised, I am sure," the man with the purple hair said, his expression showing a mix of excitement and concern. He was dressed in a black coat with a fuzzy, orange fur collar and with a massive sword on his back. Under the coat was a green woolen shirt, his pants was golden in color, with wrappings around his lower legs and he wore brown boots and gloves. His expression then turned more focused as he said: "I'll have to explain it all later, but for now, let's see how much power you have!" He then drew his sword and dashed toward Crio, swinging the sword at him. Crio found himself at a disadvantage as he did not know anything about the space he was in, yet it did not stop him from fighting. He quickly jumped back before the sword cut him and launched a blast at the man, forcing the sword out of his hands. This did not seem to bother him in anyway as he made another dash this time launching a fist into his chest. This was the first time in a long time that Crio had felt his body move after a hit. He stumbled backward a bit, but retained balance. As the man attacked him once more, he took a quick step to the side and smashed his elbow into his back, forcing him to the ground. Crio then placed his foot on his face and began to press him into the ground.

"Alright, alright, you win!" The man said, feeling the brick crushing against his face. Crio was silent, contemplating if he should kill him or not. However, the man had given him an honest fight, short as it may have been, and decided to let the incident slip. The man then stood up and brushed off his clothes.

"You are a lot stronger than I thought," He said, looking at him with joy. He fixed his outfit, dusting off the dirt from the fight and said: "You were chosen by Shenron, the Dragon God you witnessed when you first arrived," He pointed at the pedestal and continued: "I'm sorry for attacking you, by the way." He reached his hand out to a handshake, but Crio did not take it, still not fully trusting the one who attacked him. The man nodded and retracted his hand, then said: "It is understandable that you don't trust me so I'll introduce myself. I'm Trunks and I'm currently on a mission." Crio frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at Trunks.

"I am Crio, and while I look like him, I am not a part of Frieze's Clan." Crio said. Trunks nodded and continued: "It is good to meet you Crio." He then stepped back and looked at the world he had brought Crio to.

"As you can see, this place is not the world you're familiar with. This is the Toki Toki world, where the flow of time gathers." Trunks said and turned back to Crio. Crio did not take too hard on the new world. It was a little strange but he could get used to it. Trunks then clapped his chest and said: "You can call us the "Time Patrol"." Crio, frowned, finding that bit of information to be weird and out of place, but he did not ask into it as Trunks continued: "When history goes off course, a false timeline is created and we work to correct any of these changes to history. As Time Patrol members, we fight all throughout time and sometimes, we deal with legendary fighters or dangerous forces." Crio's attention suddenly sparked as the words "legendary fighters" and "dangerous forces" was brought into the conversation. Trunks could see that these words had ignited something in the alien and asked: "Whatcha think? Would you like to test your powers here and see how effective it is?" Crio's expression had turned from bored to excited, in the instant of a second. He did not know much about the world he had come to, nor what had happened in their timeline, but if he was allowed to fight some of the strongest foes they had ever faced, he was more than happy to oblige.

"Oh right. I should probably explain a few things first." Trunks said. He turned around and continued: "Look around. In this space, there are many other Time Patrol members. If you'd like, go ahead and talk to them. I'll hear your answer after you've had the chance." He then turned around and began to walk away, but he did not come far as Crio quickly grabbed his arm.

"Just point me in the way of the action already." Crio said, his teeth flashing into a grin.