What Trunks had already been through before he had exited his time machine was enough to put anyone on edge. It was no surprise that he wasn't in an especially trusting mood.

The lavender haired boy pulled out a whetstone and a cloth, beginning the arduous process of cleaning his sword. He had only used the weapon to hide his true power in case there were any beings that could sense power levels in the vicinity.

Well, judging by the sheer amount of individuals that had managed to find him in the first few minutes, they had at least some mode of sensing him.

Trunks began wiping the blood off of his sword, feigning ignorance as he felt the strongest of all the beings he had felt so far, racing towards him with amazing speed.

There was something strange about this creature. Ever since Trunks had landed, every level he had sensed seemed so strange, so alien to him. But this one…

Trunks could not quite place it, but this one felt akin to a Super Saiyan. In power and something else, not quite tangible. Not surprisingly the individual had some sort of transformation as he neared Trunks, one that made him much weaker in the same way as a Saiyan was before transforming.

Unlike the others, this one did not try to kill him on sight, charging and yelling like they were witch hunting. No…when the red haired man stepped out from behind the trees it was with calm and very analytical green eyes.

"Hello, stranger," the red haired man spoke quietly, stopping his approach about five meters away. "You seem to be a little lost. Perhaps I can assist you, I am quite familiar with these lands and the inhabitants."

Trunks' ice blue eyes narrowed. It put him a little off edge, the way he felt towards this man. Or rather, boy. After all he couldn't have been too far off from Trunks' own age, perhaps a little younger.

It was as though there was some sort of connection between them…similar to the feeling Trunks and his mentor had shared before Gohan had been murdered. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, rather, it was as if he almost trusted the boy.

"My name is Kurama. May I have the pleasure of hearing yours."

The lavender haired boy hesitated, thinking before answering. In the timeline he had just come from, he had had to make sure no one knew his identity except Goku so that his young parents wouldn't find out. But when he had messed up the programming in preflight, who knew where he had ended up.

Oh well. Wherever he was now, there was most likely no danger in people knowing his name. Heck, even without saying a word, he had already had at least twenty attempted murders, so what could a name hurt?

He smiled, stepping forward and holding out a hand in greeting. "My name is Trunks and you're right. To say the least, I'm not exactly familiar with the neighborhood. In fact…" Trunks took a moment to look around the dark and slightly foreboding trees before responding, "I'm not really sure what the neighborhood is."

Kurama shook Trunks' hand and chuckled. "Well, if you wouldn't mind telling me what species you are, then I might be able to direct you to the right place."

The lilac haired boy noted the slight chilliness in Kurama's touch. So, he can sense I'm not human, Trunks thought to himself, though he wasn't quite sure if the energy sensitivity was disturbing or a relief.

"I don't suppose you've heard of a Saiyan before, have you?" Trunks answered breaking the contact and folding his arms.

Not surprisingly, Kurama shook his head, "Sadly, no."

Trunks shrugged and said, "Figured as much. How about a human?"

The red haired boy chuckled again. "Yes. One could even say that I am one myself. So we might be able to count that as a start."

Without apparent warning, Trunks and Kurama both stiffened slightly and turned to look in the same direction. More beings were approaching and both of them could feel it.

"Might I suggest that we move this conversation elsewhere," Kurama said, looking back at Trunks.

Trunks smirked, liking this guy more by the minute. "You know, I think that's an excellent suggestion, Kurama." He sprinted over to the time machine and hit the capsulization button, picking up the tiny bottle from the ground a second later.

Kurama's green eyes were as large as Trunks had seen them yet, as he whispered, "Impressive."

Trunks put the capsule in his pocket, wondering just how advanced the technology was on this world as he responded with a, "Thanks."

Noting the remaining distance between the approaching crowd, the red haired boy turned away from observing the strange contraption and whispered, "This way, Trunks," as they both disappeared into the woods.