Present Day

On the outskirts of an unknown area, Hadez was sitting upon the edge of a cliff, staring at the full moon. He sat there reflecting upon his life, upon his past, all the decisions that he made that led him to this current point in life. While reflecting, bubbling noises occurred from behind him. He slightly turned his head to see what was causing the noise and there was a black, bubbly puddle on the ground. Hadez chose to ignore this and looked back up at the moon.

"You know you can't run from your problems forever," the puddle said, morphing, taking the shape of a figure.

Hadez let out a slight chuckle and responded, "You know you never come to me to talk, you always come whenever you have an assignment for me. It hurts my feelings old man."

The puddle finished morphing into a figure and it cast a shadow over Hadez. Hadez turned his head fully this time to gaze upon the puddle's true form, the grim reaper himself, Death.

"This is no time for jokes, Hadez," Death said sternly.

"Right, forgot you're all work and no play," Hadez said while standing up, "So, what's the job? You need me to infiltrate some max security facility again or do you need me to me to go on another killing spree?"

Death reached into his pocket and held up a worn, beat up, Time Patroller badge.

Hadez paused momentarily before going into a fit of fake laughter. He stopped his laughter and transitioned into a straight, yet serious face.

"Hell no, get one of your daughters to do that. I'm not going back to that shitty job even if it is an assignment from you," he said aggressively, "Besides even if I did go back, they would know who I am right away."

"No they wouldn't, you've changed a in a lot of ways since then. There's no would they would recognize you unless you used your ability," Death rebutted.

Death's words were true. Hadez had changed a lot ever since he quit the Time Patrol. He doesn't go to the bar as much nor does he smoke like he used to. His personality has gotten slightly better, but he's still a loner and a dick. But those aren't the changes Death was referring to, he was referring to Hadez's physical appearance.

Hadez's skin pigments had turned from white to black, his former black, wild hair now stood up and was purple, and his pupils were seemingly missing. His ki also changed, instead of a clear aura his aura was now dark and emitted negativity. What had happened for him to undergo this transformation?

Hadez took a deep sigh before he spoke, "Ok, even if I agreed to do this what exactly would you need me to do?"

"I'm sure you're familiar with Towa and Mira due to your history with them. My intelligence tells me that they're making a move and they have some motive this time."

"Ok, if you wanted me to survey them then why not make me be an undercover Time Breaker? Why a Time Patroller?"

"Because it would give you a chance to make up for your past mistakes wouldn't it?"

Hadez fell silent and averted his gaze away from Death and towards the moon once more.

"Fine...I'll take the damn mission..."

"I knew you'd come around Hadez. Grazie"

Death tapped his scythe on the ground and combusted into black smoke, then he vanished. Hadez started thinking about his past experiences as a patroller, how much trouble he caused and how hateful everyone was towards him for being at the bottom. He slowly closed his eyes and as he did, the wind blew. When the wind stopped blowing Hadez was gone from his spot.

Hours passed and dawn approached. As the sun rose, so did the shadow of a robed man. He was perched upon the edge of the namekian time miniature, gazing down upon the vast new home of he patrollers. He stood up and as he did, his shadow casted upon the city which caused all the patrollers to gaze up at him. The man smirked and pulled down his hood, revealing Hadez.

"The atmosphere is still the same and those are definitely patrollers so I'm in the right place...but there's something that's bugging me; WHEN THE HELL DID THIS PLACE BECOME SO GOD DAMN HUGE?!