Day One: Early Morning

[Orion]

"Uhhhhh," Trunks shuddered, experiencing the uncomfortable after-effect of teleportation to the island. He'd teleported many times himself, but whatever technology the Synex Corporation used made his skin crawl. Shaking off the unsettling sensation, Trunks looked around the area. It was green, lush and full of vegetation. It looked almost as if it was tenderly cared for by gardeners. The moon was high in the sky, surrounded by dazzling stars and spilling the moonlight over the island of death.

"Ugh, I feel so weird without my sword," Trunks complained to no one, feeling the empty space on his back where his scabbard usually layed. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, somewhat similar to his sheath. Whether he had his blade or not, he knew he'd be OK. Despite earlier doubts, now that he was on the island, his anxiety had almost vanished. Kami's inspiring words reminded Trunks of his strength. Whatever was out there, he would be fine. After all, he was the prince of all saiyans.

"Hmm," the half breed thought out loud, "which way to go?" He scanned in all directions, not looking for anything in particular. Perhaps instinctively, he then ducked down, peeking up every so often for signs of other participants. Trunks didn't realise how much he had come to rely on his ki sense. It was like he was blind, removing his sixth sense.

Trunks lowered the bag down and searched through it again. Inside he found a scouter.

"Hey, I wonder if this is mine," he asked himself. Attaching it to his face, he scrolled through the commands to access the memory banks. Strangely, there was no sign of such an addition.

"Oh, it must just be a generic scouter," Trunks said, disappointed. "Oh well, at least I'll know when I'm coming up on someone."

Zipping the bag up again, he threw it over his arm once more and chose a random direction. He cleared his throat, feeling the oppressive metal collar about his neck, and started running. He prayed to the gods that he would find someone he knew.