Day One: Afternoon

[Reijin]

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The youth simply looked her in the eye, nodding before turning to look at the people around them. "What does any of this have to do with giving me answers?" he questioned, motioning with his arm at the crowd going about their lives around them, completely unaware of the presence of the pair.

The woman gestured for him to follow her before answering once more. Reijin took a moment to get a better view of her while he had the opportunity. Till now, she'd always been ambiguosly hidden within the shadows in some manner or another, but now she revealed herself in full. Her hair was a darker shade of amethyst, falling down to shoulders that were adorned with padding to cover what appeared to be a very well toned and graceful form. Her clothing was a mixture of saphire and plum shades and she had a small cloak hanging off her shoulders to help conceal herself when she felt the need. She glanced back him with piercing emerald eyes and allowed herself a small smile to comfort him. "Can we talk more?" she asked.

He pointed up at the cybernetic implant that curved around her eye like a crescent moon. "So what exactly caused that if you aren't a cyborg?" It was a question designed to dodge the real questions, the ones he was unsure about asking and didn't want to admit to himself. She turned from him, however, and began walking before speaking once more, forcing him to catch up and fall into stride beside her as they walked through the crowd that seemed to part around them in some graceful choreography.

"I'm going to tell you, but let me get to some things for you," she replied finally. She spoke again quickly before he had a chance to give another evasive question and silenced him. "My father was the older Trunks that came to your world from the future. He had already lived his life through his teenage years before ever arriving to your time. He had left a world that had been plagued with androids and corruption, in hopes of finding someone to help him save the world that he belonged to. When he returned, he found his mother to be dead there along with every final survivor that he'd attempted to save by himself. In his time, there was nothing left to return to. The machines had won."

She shrugged in the direction of the park before stepping off the sidewalk to cross the street towards it. "Anyway, he returned to your timeline and tried to make a life there, having live alongside your world's younger version of himself. Since his own father Vejita had never really attempted to be a role model for the younger Trunks, something that the future Trunks found depressing when he was reunited with his father, he took it upon himself to tend to training and helping the younger of the two. He had grown a bit bitter with life and seeing the younger Trunks so naive and cheerful in his youth only harshened the reality of it."

The two stepped onto the park grass and walked to a bench before she motioned for him to take a seat beside her. He did so, taking in what she was explaining to him but wondering what it really had to do with him. In answer, she continued. "He met my mother at some point, Pan, who never knew that she'd been torn from another timeline as well," she said, leaning back and kicking her feet out on the bench to look up at the skyline. "I guess that is what brought the two of them together, kinda like fate. She was the daughter of a woman named Videl in another time."

Videl... Reijin hadn't quite anticipated that comment and looked sharply away from the girl towards the crowd, grumbling under his breath at the reminder. "So what does this have to do with anything?"

She hurriedly waved her arm in front of her to grab his attention, turning him around to face her from his shoulder. "Look, its a lot of information, so just soak up what you care about and ignore the rest. The two of them entered the Room of Spirit and Time on Earth in hopes of training to defeat some random being that threatened your world. At some point during their 'training' they concieved a child within that room. As you probably know, that room allows you to live a year in a single day. So basically they entered the room as two people, and when they left the room there was three. A baby girl just a couple of months old. Her name was Jun'ai. This was maybe four years ago in your time."

He groaned at her at this point, interrupting her quite rudely. "So I'm going to take a guess that you age at some faster rate due to the room? No, wait, you probably came from the future yourself. Where's this world's version of you? Are you planning to fuse with your younger self just like your father did?" He stood up and kicked at absolutely nothing on the ground before looking around at the crowd that was growing a bit more scarce.

"Reijin, believe it or not, you did nothing to create what my father became. I honestly believe that fate would have lead him down this path in an attempt to right the wrong that had happened from the two of him sharing a time stream together. I think the something similar happened to my mother, as she simply vanished from this world and oddly no one here knows anything of her existance."

Reijin nodded at her, not quite believing her but not entirely caring. "I know something of it," he whispered, thinking of the existance wipe that had occured on Videl when she escaped Hell to live her life after death.

She stood up and turned him to face her once more. "Let me give you the abridged version as much as I can. If you need more info then you can always ask for it. Right after my parents brought me out of the Room there was a large battle on the lookout, one that nearly sundered the fabric that this world exists upon. It created enough of a tear in the fabric of time that a wormhole or something, I'm not entirely sure what, connected to a similar catastrophic event in another time. My parents had left me sleeping and went to help with the fight and when the came back, I was gone. I had been temporally displaced just like a number of other people in your world have been, with no one ever remembering they even existed.'

"You showed up shortly afterwards, when my mother had already disappeared from this world, and ended up in a fight with a group of warriors, to include my father Trunks and the younger Trunks. You had the legendary Potarra Earrings with you, and when during the clash you gave a fatal wound to the younger Trunks, my father rushed down in blind rage in an attempt to save him somehow." As she spoke, the visions of what exactly had happened seemed to transpire around them in their current world. Reijin could not shut his eyes to it, because he knew that he was in his own mind right now and these were his memories. "Then another warrior gave his life to wrest the ancient trinkets from you, throwing them down to my father as he watched the one that he'd tried to give a life to slowly die. He felt he had no choice. Knowing full well the consequences that would result in wearing them, he put one of the rings through his ear and the other through that of his younger self, at the exact moment that the younger Trunks would pass from this world."

The male Saiyan turned back to her and grabbed her by both of her wrists, wrenching her to face him directly. "You are pushing buttons right now that I do not think you want to push. Instead of reopening old scars, why don't you get to the point."

The woman looked him in the eyes a moment through piercing green before he found himself telekinetically seperated from her and standing a short distance away, breathing heavily with no memory of what had happened between the lapsed time. She then took slow deliberate steps towards him while continuing. "Then I will finish explaining in time. These temporal rifts are becoming a real problem and I'm going to need you to try to help me with them or else both of our worlds are in danger."

"Both of our worlds? You were born here, so why would you care about the other one? Just change the future or live your life in this one," he spat.

Her cheeks took on a blushed color as her eyes narrowed at him. "Call it my human half, if you want. I can't do that. I was taken from this world and grew up on that other world, and I will call it more my home than this one. Even then, this affects both worlds and quite possibly more."

"So why are you coming to me? Why not go to your father, the great and powerful Trunks Unified? Where has he been, anyways?" Reijin gloated, hoping to hurt her for daring to delve where she was not wanted.

She turned her back to him and looked up at the sky once more, not allowing him the pleasure of seeing her facial reaction to his stinging words. She gave herself a moment before continuing, her voice trembling a slight bit. "Because I have never been given the chance to know my father. Nor my mother. I don't even know if I can call them that by now. I met them, once, but that caused a great deal of trouble in both worlds as well. Since then I've found other..." she trailed off midway through her sentence, before whirling around to face him. "He's not even here on this world anymore. We haven't been able to track him or contact him. I honestly don't know what the hell happened to him or where he went. So I contacted you. You are the only living person that was involved in the situation that created one of the largest rifts out there, and despite you not knowing it, you are the last resort for me to come to in order to get this fixed."

Her eyes were glistening although in her Saiyan anger there were no tears, just cold anger. The two crossed eyes at each other like two rattlesnakes before Reijin growled at her. "I'm ready to wake up now. I have a tournament to win."

She stared at him a moment, her bottom lip trembling a bit, before she answered. "Fine. I get it. You don't care about anyone outside of yourself. I'm sure that fighting for yourself is going to get you far. I mean, its helped you win these tournaments in the past and I'm sure its gotten you quite far with the ladies. I bet you even get a great deal of respect from other fighters around you. Those that waste their time with other weak creatures that have blood flowing through their veins." Her words ripped at him, each stinging blow tearing at his psyche till he spun around in rage...

He awoke in the fountain, finding his arm once more shredded and bound to his chest, reminding him that without change life would continue the way it always did. Hard and uneventful. And without a purpose.