Glancing upwards, Sagara was trying to determine who had the audacity to block her light while she was reading; in the brief time off that she had been granted as an elite time patroller. From the shadow being cast across her, she deduced that it was Trunks, she returned back to her hardback and continued humming to the lyrics of 'Rock the Dragon' on her headphones. She ensured that he'd always be in her peripheral vision, after the incident with her time device two weeks ago. The increased interactions had some drawbacks - for her at least - the lack of alone time being one of them. Besides she would be seeing him in a little while later for the competition.

Waving his hands in front of her face, he glanced at the cover of the book: written in a language he didn't understand - most likely Saiya-go, the native languages of the Saiyans. After his failed attempt, he saw no other way to get her attention, so he decided to snatch her custom-made headphones off from her head. Trunks had inadvertently signed his own death sentence. Although, he really should have known after last time, an occasion which may have involved a temporary revoke of their flying licence and many items thrown at him.

Abruptly snatching the headphones back and throwing a book at his head, she jumped up and pulled her fist back ready to strike. "What the hell do you want?" She shouted, "If it isn't important, I swear to Zeno." The threat hung in the air.

"We've been summoned to the Time Vault", Trunks explained, sighing while rubbing where the corner of the book had struck him.

The string of curses that escaped Sagara's mouth was understandable. They had one day off and they were being instructed to go to the Time Vault yet again. Hopefully it wasn't an errand run, Sagara had only finished her punishment two weeks ago. Right before her injury.

The summons had sounded urgent, though it was unlikely to be a life and death mission - especially after the severe injuries Sagara had received during the last major mission - however, it was still a summoning from the Kaioshin and even after her quick recovery: two hours in the regeneration tank and a senzu bean, she still had been sent on minor missions. Due to this, the pair rushed towards the Time Vault, forsaking any ideas of changing into their uniform.


As they arrived in the Time Vault, they were immediately instructed to get the two new male recruits settled in, without so much as a greeting. She might still be pissed about the cookies. Immediately after the instructions were given coldly, the Kaioshin disappeared in a bright light.

Standing in front of the recruits in a teal t-shirt that had the words 'Just Saiyan' printed in bold black letters across the front, Sagara instantly felt like she was being dismissed by them. Similarly, Trunks felt the same standing in his Capsule Corp t-shirt and black jeans. As they could both feel the recruits eyes roving across their outfits, clearly making assumptions about their abilities. Both of the experienced warriors were being ignored by the new recruits, these blonde haired idiots must be Earthlings. Not that Sagara had anything against humans, heck Trunks was half-human, half Saiyan; it just seemed the majority of time patrollers now were earthlings, who liked to bring their unimportant problems and new ways with them, in addition to their whiny attitudes. But they did have some amazing food.

Trunks whistled sharply to get the recruits' attention, snapping Sagara out of her musings. The novices casually looked over towards him uninterested.

"I'm Trunks and this is Sagara, we're elite time patrollers. We'll start off with some orientation" He began to explain, but was rudely interrupted by the dual scoffs that his introduction was met with. This was not received well by Sagara.

Trunks sighed knowing what would happen next, she was already pissed due to being disturbed from her reading on her day off.

Sagara launched into a tirade of verbal abuse directed at the dismissive rookies.

Subconsciously, he drowned her out. He had been looking forward to his day off too, and he couldn't wait until the Mario kart tournament the resident Saiyans were going to be holding in just over 100 tacks. Especially since he held the record - a fact that annoyed Sagara greatly. Though the still ongoing ranting of Sagara showed she shared the same mindset of annoyance at the Earthlings.

"It's our bloody day off today, and instead of relaxing, I am supervising a pair of fucking tenderfoots; so, treat us with some damn respect!" Roughly grabbing the earthlings by their shirts and dragging them out of the Time Vault, Trunks gave her a questioning glance, this wasn't what he expected. Sagara gave a small nod; he had a minor inkling of her intentions but followed them just in case. With his sensitive hearing he caught the end of her mutterings, "I better not miss the competition." He let out a small chuckle, she was extremely competitive, even for a Saiyan.

Forcefully dragging the pair of earthlings: heading away from the time vault entrance and past the many shops that littered Conton City. She finally released the rookies and dumped them on the floor - she was not invested in their well-being.

The pair had been roughly dragged on the floor for at least 10 minutes, across uneven slabs and asphalt. Whilst Trunks traipsed behind them, only to make sure that she didn't do something that would get her in trouble yet again

Having reached their destination and leaving the pair splayed out on the floor where she had dumped them, Sagara explained, "Listen up rookies, you'll be living here, so you're not my problem anymore. Introduce yourself to the other Earthlings and they'll explain everything to you, as well as show you what room you'll be in." With that, she walked away briskly, abandoning them where they remained.

Trunks stood completely dumbfounded. She could do something without escalating the situation? He was transfixed, until a precise ki blast hit the ground inches from the earthlings - who were still in a jumble of body parts and now trembling in terror. There it is. Trunks concluded; he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't leave them without a parting gift.

At least they don't need a senzu bean, unlike last time. Though they didn't speak about that.

After a quick glance at the terrified rookies, he pursued Sagara; figuring the other Earthlings that resided in the building had probably heard the commotion and were coming to investigate.

Besides, he was ready to beat her in Mario Kart again.