A/N: I really love the feedback I got on the last chapter. Lets hope that this chapter is just as enjoyable.

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Hiruzen was in his office, painting a black kanji on a large white opened scroll. It was mid-day and one of the few days that he actually got a break from work, so he figured he might as well spend it doing something he enjoyed. His morning would have been perfect had he not had to deal with that trouble-making prankster of a godson, who saw fit to pour yellow food coloring into the hot springs. The old man chuckled. No matter how badly Naruto Uzumaki got under his skin, he still loved the boy like a grandson.

The door to his office opened, revealing a doctor and a nurse. The two bowed before the doctor spoke up, "Lord Hokage, the boy is regaining consciousness. He can be interrogated whenever you see fit." Hiruzen nodded.

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Trunks could slowly feel his body again, although he had yet to open his eyes. He could feel something wrapped around his arms, legs, and parts of his face. The teen assumed they were bandages. He slowly opened his eyes to notice he was indeed in a hospital room. The saiyan attempted to sit up only to feel a soreness in his torso and arms, making him grunt in pain.

"I wouldn't move too fast if I were you. Especially with those injuries." Trunks looked to his right to see a man leaning against a wall reading a book. The man had spiky silver hair that was forced up due to his headband, that the saiyan could see had an odd swirly symbol that resembled a leaf. The man also wore a mask that covered his face up to his nose and kept his headband down at an angle that covered his left eye.

'How did I not sense him?' Trunks thought to himself. He had no idea where he was, or who this man was, so he decided that it was better to keep his mouth shut.

Excusing the boys silence, Kakashi continued, not taking his eyes off his book, "So, you wanna tell me about...whatever that was three nights ago?"

Trunks looked down at his bedsheets, deep in thought, 'C-could the time machine have really worked? Or...is this more than time travel?' The saiyan looked at the masked man. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Kakashi shrugged, "Try me." He stopped reading his book when he saw the teen sigh.

Trunks lied back in the bed, a blank look on his face that read that what he was saying was pointless, "Would you believe me, If I told you my mom made a time machine, and it backfired and sent us here?"

Kakashi gave him a pointed look, "Ok."

Trunks raised a questionable eyebrow, "Ok? You actually believe what I just said?!"

Kakashi wordlessly put his book away before turning to walk out the room, "Yeah, I do." He said before he closed the door, leaving Trunks in a questionable gape. Just outside the door was Sarutobi and a man with blonde hair tied in a ponytail.

"So, what did he say?" Sarutobi asked.

Kakashi crossed his arms, a look in his eye showing that he couldn't believe what he heard, but had no choice but to accept it, "He told the truth. Had you not had Inoichi here scan the woman's memories I wouldn't have believed it."

The blonde man nodded. He had his arms crossed and was leaned against a wall, "Yeah. I couldn't believe it myself when I saw it, but those two are definitely not of this world."

The Hokage pinched the space between his brow, it was rare that the old man didn't have a solution to something, and in this instance it was stressing him out. He decided to walk into the medical room himself, alone.

When Trunks saw the old man walk into his room, he became nervous. The man was wearing a set of robes that obviously showed he meant some level of importance in whatever land this was, and the fact that he was injured showed that he was at these peoples mercy for the time being.

The man spoke, "Hello Trunks, my name is Hiruzen Sarutobi. The leader of this village, the Hokage."

That one sentence alone was enough to fill Trunks with questions. The first one that came to mind was, "H-How do you know my name?"

The Hokage grinned, "We have our ways." He got serious again, "Now, I'm sure you want to know where you are," He pointed to the window on the right side of the room, which Trunks looked out, fascinated at what he saw, "this is Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. I suppose you haven't heard of this have you?"

The saiyan shook his head, as expected by the Hokage.

The Saiyan looked to his left, eyes widening as he noticed his mother's bed missing. "H-hey, wh-where's my mother!?" The saiyans anticipation built up, thinking the worst as he sat up in bed, attempting to climb out of it. He grunted loudly in pain at his wounds.

The Hokage held up a hand to calm him, "You're mother's been moved to a separate room. She suffered severe injuries from your travel. She'll be fine, you don't have to worry."

The saiyan still pulled back his covers in an attempt to leave the bed, "I have to see her. I have tosee for myself that she's ok." He ignored the pain that came with moving, but stopped in his tracks as the Hokage approached him. The old man put hands on his arms, and the saiyan could feel most of the pain fade away. Hiruzen repeated the process with the boys torso. Trunks found the pain having dulled out for a majority, but was still somewhat there.

"I've healed your wounds enough for you to move around, but you're going to have to give time for them to heal in full." Hiruzen stepped back, letting the boy climb out of bed.

"Thank you." Trunks said with a slight bow of his head. The teen noticed himself wearing a white medical gown, his original clothes having been removed.

The Hokage did a motion with his hand, "Follow me, I'll take you to her." The lavender haired boy followed behind the old man.

As he left the room, he saw two men giving him a cautious eye. One of them was the man he saw earlier, and another was a man with blonde hair tied in a ponytail. The saiyan also took notice of a few doctors giving him passing glances as he walked down the hallway. As they walked passed an ER, the saiyan could see several people wrapped up in fullbody casts and gauze. What little exposed flesh that they had appeared to be badly burned.

Trunks asked the Hokage, not taking his eyes off the injured people, "What happened to them?"

Hiruzen kept looking forward, but still spoke, "You're visit caused quite a few people to get seriously injured. Most in critical condition." Almost like he had eyes on the back of his head, Hiruzen could tell Trunks head was down in sorrow, "But they will live. That is certain." He attempted to cheer the boy up. It sort of worked.

As the two came to a stop at the window that peered inside Bulma's room, Trunks heart grew heavy, and tears started to burn his eyes as he noticed the full condition of his mother. There were at least three doctors in the room; one who had a clipboard, taking notes, another who was sorting medical equipment, and the third who was trashing the used equipment. Bulma had a breathing machine hooked up to her mouth and nose, and she had bandages on her arms and face, from what he saw. The rest of her body was under a blanket.

The saiyans hands were pressed against the window, "Mother...why." Tears started streaming down Trunks face. "God, why. She's all I have left. I can't lose her too." He was starting to sob.

The Hokage gave the boy a look of sympathy, he placed his hand on his shoulder. "She will be fine. You're mother is in a mini-coma. She should wake up in a few weeks."

The saiyan wiped his eyes. "But what do I do now? I have nowhere to go."

Hiruzen gave the boy a warm, grandfatherly smile. "Well it's not within my character to let a boy sleep on the streets. Follow me to my office, I'll see about getting you a place to stay within the village."

"Wait, but, where are my clothes? And my-"

"Sword?" The Hokage finished. "Your clothes were ruined, and I've made sure your sword was kept safe in my office."

Trunks nodded, and proceeded to follow the Hokage out of the hospital. As the saiyan got a good look at the village architecture, he was fascinated. It wasn't the same metropolitan city that he was used to, with skyscrapers and flying cars and whatnot, but at least this place wasn't in ruins. The son of Vegeta could see the villagers giving him looks, some were fascinated, others were hateful glares, and some were whispering to each other, about him obviously.

The saiyan shook it off, knowing they did have good reason to be wary of him. Trunks took notice of them approaching a large red building located in the center of the village. The Hokage's building. The two approached a set of double doors guarded by two shinobi, who, at the sight of Trunks, became apprehensive. With a leveled hand from the Hokage, they calmed down. But still threw a glance at Trunks as he walked through the door.

The two walked up a flight of stairs, and into the Hokage's office.

Hiruzen took a seat at his desk, Trunks standing nervously out in front of him. The Hokage then reached under his table and pulled out Trunks sword, setting it out for the saiyan to take. "Now, I do want to ask you, Trunks" The third pulled out the silver tray from under his desk, making Trunks face brighten in familiarity. "What in the world are these things?"

"The Capsules!" Trunks said brightly, 'Leave it to mom to always be prepared.' he thought.

"Capsules?" The third repeated, unfamiliar with the devices.

"Yeah, they allow you to store larger objects and carry them around with you."

The third raised an eyebrow, 'So they're like sealing scrolls, but more convenient. How interesting.' Sarutobi laid the tray down which Trunks took. The saiyan opened it to read what all his mother brought with them;

A small house, a set of clothes, a week's worth of food, some tools and tech equipment, and one empty capsule. The saiyan smiled at the selection, 'I guess my mom always kept a spare house in case we had to evacuate West City. Very smart move on her part.' Trunks took the clothes capsule and pushed the button, then tossed it. It exploded in white vapor, making the Hokage raise a curious eyebrow. Luckily he kept the door closed, or else Anbu would have been all over Trunks like piranhas in a feeding frenzy.

The old man was surprised to see a wardrobe appear. The saiyan opened it and wasn't too surprised to see it was mostly his mom's clothes. He got lucky to find another capsule corp. shirt similar to his old one, along with another pair of gray sweatpants. He looked into a bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of blue boots. He took his clothes and walked behind the wardrobe, getting dressed in his clothes. He looked the same as he did when he arrived here, his sleeves and pants covering his bandages. He had a piece of gauze taped to his cheek, the only noticeable bandage.

He tossed the capsule back to the wardrobe, sealing it and sticking it back in the tray that he then stuck in his pocket.

'Interesting indeed.' The Hokage thought. "Now, Trunks-kun, I take it you're a warrior of some kind?" The Hokage took in the boys build, it was slim, and highly in tone. Obviously that of a fighter. He also took note of the fact that the boy mostly recovered from a volatile journey, in a span of a few days. The fact that the boy was also carrying a sword was another big fat giveaway to the Fire Shadow.

Trunks responded with a slight shrug, "I guess you could say I'm something like that."

The Hokage asked Trunks, "Are you familiar with the concept of Chakra?"

Trunks raised a questionable eyebrow, "No, I'm not. But I assume it's what you use for energy here?"

The Hokage grinned, "Right you are, Trunks-kun. You see, Chakra is essential to even our most basic techniques. It requires a combination of spiritual energy, otherwise known as Ki, and physical energy, or stamina. It allows us to use such abilities like walking on water, exhaling fire, or creating illusions."

"Oh," The saiyan started, "Well, where I come from we use our spiritual energy alone." Trunks said casually.

The Hokage's eyes widened. "I-Impossible. One cannot simply use Ki on its own. Only a Sage has the potential to wield a natural energy such as ki."

Trunks raised an eyebrow and gave a smirk, "Wanna bet?" He raised his right hand up and formed a small yellow sphere of energy, shocking the Hokage.

"Incredible." The Hokage said in awe, "The ability to summon raw energy without the use of hand signs? Truly astounding."

The saiyan shrugged, "It was just a normal Ki ball, nothing special."

"Would you mind giving me another demonstration?" The Hokage asked.

The saiyan wordlessly let himself lift off the ground, floating up to where his head was close to the ceiling, making the old man's eye twitch in disbelief. 'U-Unbelievable, this is what Ki can do for a person? The only known person who can fly is the Tsuchikage.' The Hokage shook himself out of his stupor.

"I take it not many people around here know how to fly?" Trunks asked, lowering back to the ground. The Hokage shook his head, prompting the saiyan to continue, "So would it not be possible for anyone here to learn Ki? I mean, I learned it while I was pretty young."

The Hokage slowly shook his head, "No, and for two reasons. Firstly, a shinobi's body is already adjusted to the use of Chakra. To wield Ki, would mean that a shinobi would have to unlearn what his body has been trained to do, and vice-versa. Imagine unlearning how to walk, speak, and ride a bicycle. Secondly, the nature of ki is beyond that of the average shinobi. It's a natural energy. Only a sage could wield such."

Trunks nodded in understanding. The Hokage leaned in, an excitedly curious look on his face

to ask, "Would you mind showing me some of its offensive abilities?"

Trunks looked around, taking in the small office space, "Uh, I don't know. Everything here seems pretty valuable."

"Oh, but I insist." The Hokage pulled out a medium sized vase from his under his desk, making Trunks wonder, 'What all does he keep under that desk?', before the Hokage set the vase out in front of him.

"Just give me a small demonstration." The saiyan held out his hand, and faster than the Hokage could blink a flash of yellow shot from the boy's palm and disintegrated the vase.

The Hokage grinned, 'This boy could definitely be an asset to us. We must have him in our ranks.' The Hokage leaned forward resting his chin on his closed hands. "How would you feel about becoming a shinobi?"

"A...shinobi? That's like a ninja right?" Trunks asked.

"Precisely!" The Hokage said heartily. "Shinobi are the villages main line of defense. As you work through the ranks, you will go from doing manual labour, to acting as escorts, gathering classified information, retrieving stolen items, and carrying out assassinations. In times of war, ninja will come together to defend our village."

Trunks rubbed the back of his neck, not liking the word 'assassination', "I don't know. That doesn't really seem like my kinda line of work. If I kill it's only out of necessity."

Hiruzen had a quick response, "Shinobi are allowed to pick their missions. If you wish to avoid any possible moral dilemma, then simply sign up for a bodyguard or escort mission. Simple as that. And if you're faced with an enemy, you'll be allowed discretion in how you handle the threat."

Trunks frowned, looking off to the side, "I don't think I'm gonna be around for long. I'm not even supposed to be here now."

"Well how about this" Sarutobi said, knowing he'd have to slide in a bit of underhanded blackmail, "As long as you and your mother stay in the village, you become a shinobi, and you will earn money for food, and other necessities. At least until your mother wakes up, when she does, we will take things from there."

Trunks thought it over. These people did help him and his mother, and he was offering him space within the village while they continued to nurse his mother. He could at least return the favor by helping their people. "O-Okay. Fine. I'll do it." Trunks decided. His mother's health in exchange for his fist's and sword. He figured that was a decent trade off to this village for their help.

"Excellent. You will attend the academy first thing in the morning. Classes start at 8' sharp." Hiruzen pulled a scroll and tossed it to the saiyan, who opened it to see it was a map of the village. "Now, we need to see about finding you a place to stay." Trunks waved it off.

"Don't worry about it. Just point me in the direction of the nearest woods and I can take it from there."

The Hokage looked questionable, but came to the conclusion that the boy must have something tucked away in those 'capsules'. "Keep going east and you won't miss them."

Trunks bowed, "Thank you, sir." He said gratefully, not really knowing what to call the man.

"Just call me some variation of 'Hokage', everyone else does." The Hokage chuckled. Trunks nodded before he strapped his sword to his back, buckling the front. As he turned to leave, he heard Hiruzen call, "I expect to hear from you at the Academy tomorrow. I'll inform your teacher."

"No problem, I'll be there." Trunks said sincerely before walking out of the Hokage's building. As he walked out he noticed the two shinobi from earlier were still there. They watched him like a hawk as he walked past them, although they didn't say anything to him.

As the saiyan walked through the village, he could sense the villagers still staring at him, he looked up to see a few people giving him mean glares. He walked behind a nearby alley, looking to see if there was anyone following him before lifting off into the air. The saiyan made sure to stay above the buildings to take away more of the risk of someone seeing him.

Trunks made his way over the Konoha forests, and landed in them. The saiyan found a clearing that stood out, "I guess this is good enough to set up home." The saiyan pulled out the house capsule and activated it. It revealed a small, but livable, yellow capsule house. The saiyan smiled and walked inside. He noticed that it was neatly furnished, with a kitchen and two small bedrooms. It had everything to keep him accommodated. Trunks made his way to a bedroom and crashed down on the bed. He looked to the digital clock to his left and saw it read '7:49 pm.'. Knowing the time only made the saiyan more tired.

A realization of irony hit the half-saiyan, something that made him chuckle.

He was a long way from home and in completely unfamiliar territory… yet this was the most at ease he'd felt in a long time.

In seconds, he was out, a small smile glued to his face.

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A/N: Pretty lame way to end the chapter, but it was already long enough as it is. Now, Trunks will be starting the Ninja Academy first thing next chapter, and thus will begin the start of the series. Pairings will remain a secret for now, and will start to reveal themselves later on. Although you are free to leave suggestions or guess what you think they'll be. All I have to say regarding this chapter, so, until next time, REVIEW!