A\N: Well hello there! I've been itching to get started writing this chapter! I've been thinking of some of the contractors I'd enjoy employing in terms of fights, there's so many to choose from! If it comes down to it, making up a minor contractor with a weird power and price to pay wouldn't be that hard either, but I prefer to stick with characters that are available in the show and manga...speaking of which, I should probably read the manga as well!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or Darker Than Black. All are written respectively by Akira Toriyama and Tensai Okamura. All characters portrayed are of their respective anime and manga.

Bam!

The sound of a metal banging and a low pitch alarm filled the time capsule as Trunks fisted the side control panel as to not break it under his frustration and partial disbelief. His face and the area around him brightened with a red hue every second as to emphasize a very troublesome problem.

'Alternator Power is low...new power source required...initiating emergency landing...'

Trunks sighed beating the sides of his craft with irritation one last time. He was supposed to have full control over the time capsule but so far, everything has gone haywire and been doing things on its own. He thought his mother said that it would have enough power to make two trips, but apparently it did not under farther periods of time. This was truly bad...what could have possibly made this point of his life start so terrible?

He sighed. It was useless to complain. The only thing he could do is wait for the capsule to land and go find some help. Knowing that this is the future of his timeline, he had to assume that technology has advanced and that power should be more than abundant.

Kami forbid if he finds out that things didn't change so much...

Looking down below him, Trunks finally noticed he was landing in a possibly remote spot with endless trees and bushes. That's one more thing to add to his list of problems. There was no way he was going to carry this apparent self-automated capsule. If he played it with a low profile, at the most, he could possibly be able to get help, charge his capsule, and leave within a week. Considering this was the future, there had to be recharge high-capacity machines like the time-capsule...

...right?

High pressured air began streaming out the bottom of the cylindrical shaped capsule to pad the landing. The legs of the capsule extended as the view of the green trees grew bigger. Before he knew it, the capsule had landed smoothly onto the ground. Thankfully, there was no hurdling in the air or crashing into buildings. That didn't make up for much though as the whole situation still sucked.

The glass dome opened as the computer shut down in order to save its low battery. Trunks sat in his seat for a moment, taking in his surroundings and the night sky that laid above. Crickets chirped, fireflies buzzed, and a refreshing amount of clean oxygen filled the air.

The sky though...something about the sky didn't seem right. The half-saiyan brushed it off with a scoff, almost embarrassed he was worried about something as trivial as the sky. He got up and jumped down the capsule with no problem. His tight shoes brushed against the grass as it surrounded his feet.

"Now...where can I find the nearest city? What more, how can I do it without alerting everyone?" he questioned aloud. He glanced back at the big yellow machine and curled his lips to the side. Most likely, nobody would come out here to look for this capsule...even if they did, it wouldn't do much good if it didn't have power.

He decided that being extra cautious wouldn't hurt as he pressed a few buttons from the outside, effectively closing the dome and locking the capsule. When the time came, he would be able to unlock it with his recognition.

Before he attempted to wonder his next step, a whirling sound began to hum in the forest. He paused to make sure it wasn't something in the woods. The whirling sound though didn't stop and got increasingly louder. It almost sounded like some type of motor vehicle approaching his position.

...it was...

Trunks quickly began thinking of his options, he could hide and leave the capsule open for wonder or he could possibly use the opportunity for help. The latter seemed to be the right choice but he would have to play it cool. He wasn't sure what the status was with people of this timeline, but he hoped it was better than the fearful-stricken attitudes of his own time.

He saw a bright single light shoot through the trees, becoming brighter and brighter. There was no doubt that a person must've saw him land with its bright red emergency signal blinking. How could they not? That must've meant he wasn't too far from a city though.

The motor vehicle and person came into view. The vehicle was most definitely a hover vehicle, that's for sure...but a kind he immediately couldn't recognize. It was black and had an unbelievably flat base for a hover vehicle. Other than that, it looked like a regular motorcycle. The person riding had a black helmet which made it impossible in seeing whoever was behind. It looked like the person had just come back from work as he or she wore an obvious blue business attire.

The hovercycle stopped and swerved in front of him, giving him a full side view of the unknown vehicle. While he rarely drove, much less a motor vehicle, he couldn't deny that looking at the shiny black cycle made him want to try one.

Looking up at the driver who was unrecognizable underneath the helmet, he could tell it was a woman for...well, obvious reasons. He could see a long strand of hair sticking behind her, indicating that her hair was likely in a ponytail of some sort.

The woman got off her cycle, leaving it on, signaling that she wasn't intending on staying. She put her hands onto her side and took a good look at Trunks who in return attempted to give an earnest smile.

"Hey, excuse me, what are you doing here? Don't you know you've landed in a remote area?" the woman asked, muffled under her protector. The tone of her voice sounded authoritative and demanding.

Trunks continued to smile though he was a little irked to be asked something as obvious as a remote area. He wasn't going to voice his displeasure though. He nodded. "Yeah, my power was low and I was forced to land," he replied.

Trunks watched as she unstrapped and lifted her helmet from her head. The woman had seemingly an average face with narrow eyes and glasses. Her dark hair was tightly clipped leaving no loose ends except for several strands of hair to each side of her head. She looked to be around her late 20s. The first thing that came to mind as he saw her was...

...workaholic...

One of the woman's eyebrows raised. "Are you sure you don't have enough power? I mean, Central City isn't that far," she commented.

Central City, huh? Well...it doesn't seem that the names have changed much, Trunks commented, mentally.

The half-saiyan began to rub his neck. He wished he could continue the ship further, but unfortunately his mother had put a safety mechanism that prevented use beyond a measured power. Right now, there was nothing else but to tell the truth, but he wanted to avoid having to explain he was from the past.

"Yeah...heh..." he lightly laughed it off, "Actually, this ship has a safety mechanism. It's not maneuverable until it gets charged,"

The woman frowned. She hadn't heard any mechanism like that before. She focused her gaze on the yellow dome shaped ship before her. In fact, she hadn't seen anything like this ship before! Just what was it? It was obvious a Capsule Corporation ship by its logo. It probably was a prototype that was being tested.

Looking back at Trunks and his purple jacket, she caught sight the Capsule Corporation logo which she could only assume meant that the man was testing. Her suspicion was rising and she could only question the backed up time-traveler more.

"Look, I don't know what's going on or even what kind of ship that is, but I'm going to have to see some identification and permit that says you're even allowed to fly that thing. Unless I'm mistaken, I'm guessing you're an employee from Capsule Corporation that's testing some prototype, but either way, I need to see some authorization from the city that allows you to test in its territory..."

Trunks flinched. It dawned on him that this woman was clearly some city officer or official. Well that was just great, maybe it was better to just hide.

...This is not good...If I run now though, there's a chance that this ship will get confiscated. Damn it, why is it turning out like this! Maybe I can bluff a bit... Trunks thought.

"Well you see-" Trunks began but immediately cut himself off as heard two footsteps that surprised him. It may have been nothing more than fellow colleagues of the woman...which if it was, it would make his persuasion a little less effective.

"...you see?" the woman repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Um...I'm sorry ma'am, but...did you bring anyone with you?" the half-saiyan asked, unsure why he was feeling so...wary.

The woman furrowed her eyebrows, getting a little impatient. "Stop changing the subject! What do you mean by other people? I don't hear anything..."

"Wow...he's good..." an amused, feminine voice spoke.

Trunks and the apparent officer blinked in surprise and quickly turned to face the interrupting presence. They were equally surprised to see a large man with vibrant red spiky hair, rough face, and one eye shut along with a woman with blond hair, light blue eyes, and...completely nude.

It was quite obvious that these were not friends nor colleagues of the officer. A feeling in his gut told him they were dangerous even though his senses waved them off as loonies.

"Wha-who are you?" the officer asked, completely embarrassed by the lack of modesty that the blond-haired woman had in appearing nude.

The blond-haired woman was, at the least, amused. "Well Amagiri, it seems we have another person who is ashamed of showing off what's most natural..."

The red-haired man, apparently named Amagiri, grunted. "I don't blame them...Don't lose focus, Brita..." he remarked in a low voice.

He focused his one-eyed gaze at the purple-haired half-saiyan. For a moment, he studied the half-saiyan and slightly grinned to the side. "It's pretty obvious this is our guy," he stated.

The nude woman beside him, called Brita, smiled suggestively. "Ooh, he's pretty handsome...I'm going to enjoy trying to catch him..."

Trunks couldn't help but believe that somehow this was staged. He stood his ground, preparing in case something happened. He wasn't sure why, but something about these two, other than the fact that girl was nude, made him uneasy.

"I don't know what you want with me, but I think you have the wrong guy..." he stated.

The officer's eyes narrowed as she pulled out from her back pocket a badge that confirmed Trunks guess. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if that was quite the right item to pull out.

"I don't know what's going on here, but if you don't leave this area. I'll have you arrested for disrupting official business and indecency," she threatened as she showed them her badge. The couple though focused on the half-saiyan with indifference to the glass-wearing officer.

"I'm positive that we actually do have the right guy. You're coming with us," Amagiri ordered, offering a hand.

The half-saiyan stepped back and then put one of his hands behind him and gripped the handle of his sword from the back. He paused and glared at the red-haired man.

"...and if I say no?"

Amagiri sighed, apparently wishing this was easier. He pulled up his arm and lifted his palm, facing it towards the ship. This gesture, all too familiar to the half-saiyan, looked as if he was going to fire a ki blast. He wasn't sure if the man was fooling him or what, but for whatever reason, somehow...these people knew he was going to be here. How that was possible was a mystery and he couldn't think straight in this situation

"If you aren't cooperative, I can assure you that you won't be having much of a ship to get back home. We'll drag you if need be," he explained.

With that, Trunks furrowed his eyebrows while the officer, who Trunks has yet to know as Misaki, widened her eyes and immediately switch her badge to a 9mm black pistol and aimed it at the couple. She internally cursed as her suspicion rose to the fact that these citizens were likely not human, they were contractors!

"Don't move! Put your hands in your air!" she ordered, holding the pistol firmly, ready to fire. Why contractors would be for this man she just met was confusing. She wasn't going to let them get away with what they wanted however...

The two ignored the woman with the gun as they focused on the purple-headed man. "So, what's it gonna be, hun?" the blond-haired woman asked, smirking.

Trunks carefully looked at Amagiri with most dissatisfaction. He wasn't sure what these two were capable of, but they felt hostile and therefore, he wasn't going to trust going with them.

...Mom...is going to kill me... Trunks thought.

With that, he surprised everyone as he sprinted, lifting Misaki into his arms causing a quick yelp from the officer before disappearing into the woods. The whole grab-and-run scene surprised the two contractors especially at how swift their half-saiyan target was.

Amagiri cursed as changed directions of his arm and aimed into the direction of where the half-saiyan had sprinted, unfortunately though, he couldn't get a good shot. At this moment, it was pointless to try to destroy his ship since the chase had already started.

"Looks like it's time for playing tag," Brita said with a smile.

Amagiri looked at his fellow nude comrade, continuing to ignore the fact that the woman was nude. "Be careful, we don't know what he's capable of..."

The nudist winked, happy that Amagiri was concerned for her. "Don't worry, I know..." she reassured as she leaned and put her hand on his shoulder.

In a flash of white speckles of light, the woman and Amagiri's body glowed and then disappeared like lightning, leaving a yellow time-machine and hovering cycle alone in the woods.

Misaki gasped, a little shocked at what happened. She was now being carried in the arms by a stranger who was retreating pretty fast from the yellow ship. She pulled the pistol close to her and changed her grip as to avoid accidental firing off the weapon from the quick movements of Trunks.

"What the hell are you doing? You should've just let me handle this!" Misaki yelled though the half-saiyan took no heed to the officer.

BOOM!

"Ah!" Misaki screamed as she quickly pulled herself towards the half-saiyan's chest, feeling a rush of sound and pressure rush past her.

Trunks kept his eyes forward as the concussive blast hit a nearby tree, causing it to collapse behind them. The half-saiyan was surprised to feel a wave of pressure and sound instead of energy. He couldn't say he had ever been hit with something as pure as that, but he wasn't going to find out either especially with a woman.

"You were saying?" Trunks yelled back which caused Misaki to bite her lips at the turn of events. This wasn't what she expected when she agreed to take a day off. Just when she was under armed and letting herself relax, she ends up in a bad situation.

She put her arms on Trunks shoulders as she pulled her head up to see if the contractors were behind her. Surely enough, they were but in a short time, the two vanished in a flash of light.

Misaki widened her eyes and cursed. She had heard about contractors who could teleport themselves and other people and objects, but this was the first time she witnessed one. Her eyes floated to the back of Trunk where she noticed a sword in its sheath.

She decided now was not the best time to ask.

Trunks eyes widened as the two contractors, as they were called, suddenly reappeared in a flash of glowing white in front of him. Amagiri had his arm up and ready as he fired another blast at him.

"Shit!" Trunks cursed as he leapt aside, turning himself and avoiding the concussive blast.

BOOM!

Once again, he heard a few trees come crashing down behind him but he wasn't going to look to make sure.

Misaki, at the moment, couldn't believe the stamina and speed of the stranger that was holding him. The stranger was definitely a lot faster than herself and her fellow teammates. Trees flew by her as if she was speeding through the woods on her hovercycle!

Once again, the contractors appeared before the half-saiyan except closer. They were behind a large tree that blocked the half-saiyan's view with Amagiri ready to fire another wave of sound. Seeing at which the speed of the concussive blasts created by the red-haired man were literally the speed of sound. He knew he wouldn't be able to dodge them at this close of a range. So he did the most logical thing...

Fire first...

"Hang on!" he exclaimed causing the held woman to tightly shut her eyes and put her arms around the half-saiyan's neck. At this point, though she hated it, she was completely under the stranger's discretion. She was definitely going to question him later. This type of encounter doesn't happen by chance.

Trunks pushed his hands forward, causing the two contractors to widen their eyes as a sudden ball of white energy was fired at them from the half-saiyan's hand. The blond-haired woman quickly took initiative as she teleported away and out of the half-saiyan's aim.

BOOM!

A cloud of dust and dirt expanded from impact while the large tree's base was blown away. The tree quickly fell down, hitting other trees and branches in the process earning a loud thump in the midst of the cloud of dirt. Seeing as this was the perfect chance for a getaway, Trunks continued running into the cloud he created and then smoothly took off from his feet, reaching towards the nighttime sky.

By the time he had took off into the night, the contractors left behind reappeared outside of the cloud of dirt. Both of them only glared ahead of them and into the sky until they found out he had successfully escaped them.

"Well, that was unexpected...and here I thought I liked him. So other than almost being blown to bits, what is our next plan?" the nude woman asked her partner.

Amagiri didn't express any emotion. He simply shrugged. "We have his ship so he won't be going anywhere, anytime soon. I have a feeling that we've done our part for now..."

Misaki, who was now feeling dazed by the whole incident, wrapped herself even tighter among the half-saiyan for fear of losing consciousness. Right now, she couldn't trust a stranger even if he seemed to be helping her...speaking of which, it was ominously quiet. Had they lost them?

A gentle, cool breeze touched her neck causing her to shiver a little. There was something off as she felt herself being carried. Slowly unwrapping her arms, her eyes shot open to see that they were in mid-air...flying.

"Shit!" she yelled as panic began to subdue her.

Trunks, kinda expecting a reaction like this, tried to calm her down the best way possible.

"Hey, hey, hey! Relax...it's alright, I'm not going to drop you..." he reassured.

The officer paled a little at the thought of being dropped from hundreds of feet in the air, but she could feel the stranger's hands tight grip which gave her some reassurance. With her heart having yet to calm down, she turned towards the half-saiyan and glared at him.

"You're...you're a contractor!" she stated as if it was a matter of fact.

Trunks quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Contractor? What is that?"

Misaki furrowed her eyebrows as her skin regained some color and her heart started to regain its normal rhythm. She was clearly annoyed by the half-saiyan's curiosity.

"Don't play dumb with me! I've seen others contractors who are able to null gravity like you are doing. I don't know what your plan is or why you helped me, but I'm not going to become a part of it!" she exclaimed with immense suspicion in her tone.

The purple-haired saiyan frowned, not enjoying at all the distrust that she was giving off. The least she could do was say 'thank you'! Right now, he needed more than ever someone to trust. Whatever was going on apparently had something to do with him. He needed answers and it wasn't going to help if a person, much less an officer, wasn't willing to provide information that would let him know what was going on.

"Look miss, I'm not sure what you're talking about or what the hell is going on here, but I need some answers and then I'll gladly tell you whatever you need to know," he offered which almost made Misaki confused. She only attributed it to the "contractor" possibly tricking her.

Seeing suspicion in her eyes, he sighed. This was not what he expected...this was so far off from what he expected!

He looked up ahead and found himself facing a blistering city of tall buildings, domed towers, and even a small amusement park that laid ahead. He could only assume that this was Central City, but at the same time, it wasn't since it looked so much larger and different than he could imagine. To his embarrassment, he decided to confirm.

"Is...um...that Central City?" he asked.

Misaki turned her head and gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, it is...if you still want answers, then you can drop me off at the police headquarters," she offered which only in turned made the half-saiyan drop his head and sigh. He didn't have any choice in the matter though. He may be able to find information on his own, but he wasn't sure how long that would take especially when everything seemed to have changed so much.

This is not what I had in mind, Trunks thought with regret. He should've just broken out of the time machine when he had the chance...now, he couldn't help but feel that he wasn't going to see that yellow bastard in a while.

As he continued to fly, something caught his eye as he noticed a large wall next to the city that surrounded a portion of area. It was enclosed along with a glass dome of some shape. There was...something about it that made the half-saiyan's stomach churn. He hadn't had this feeling ever since the androids were released in the alternative past that was now saved.

He was tempted to ask the officer but it didn't look like she was willing to answer anything from him. How stubborn...

Whatever it was, he certainly didn't like it and getting away from it had somehow got on his list of things to do. He only hoped that this woman would answer his questions and hopefully clear up this "contractor" name as it didn't make it feel any better.

As they slowly descended in altitude, Trunks couldn't help but need to know her name. It was important considering he had a feeling that they'd be talking for a while...or rather, she interrogating him for a while.

"Can I ask for your name at least?" he asked, hopeful.

Luckily, the officer was willing to provide her name...or at least part of it.

"You can call me Kirihara, what about yours?" she asked, her voice slightly strained and tired. It was natural considering all that had happened.

"Trunks...Trunks Briefs..." he answered.

A\N: That should be good enough for a chapter since the next will be a lot of questions, answers, more questions, unknown answers, and...yeah, I think you get the gist.