An interpretation of a legend (Dragon Ball Legends)

Part 1 - The Saiyan who crossed space-time - 1

(A/N: This story was made for the sole purpose of making it so you don't have to sit through cutscenes in the base game. I added my own interpretations on what is happening in certain situations, so it is a bit more interesting.)

It happened all too quickly. Much, much too quickly.

And so, the world came to an end. How swift, and easy it was.

"..."

He could hear a voice.

"Can.. hear me...? Snap... out..."

As his hearing seems to return, the voice snaps at him.

"Snap out of it!"

"Urgh.."

He groans, struggling to open his eyes. He eventually opens them, albeit with some effort. A young man with lilac hair, eyes as blue as the sky, a sea blue jacket and a sword came into focus.

"Hey, you finally woke up!" The man seemed relieved at his awakening. "What are you doing out here alone?" He wonders to him.

The warrior could not remember what had transpired, no matter how hard he tried. Even as he focused as hard as he could, his mind came up blank.

"Wh-where am I?.." He wonders to himself, looking around the wasteland. "What was I even.. doing?" With another pause, he decides to not question it for now and tell the truth. "I can't remember a thing!"

"Amnesia, I take it?" The young man responded. "Then what about your name? Can you remember that, at least?"

The warrior racked his brain to try and answer the friendly stranger. "My.. name..?" He echoed, trying to get himself to focus on that single thing. His name.

Bits and pieces of memories rushed through his brain, blurred images flowing through his mind, voices stopping and starting, until a voice had broken through the layers upon layers of hushed whispers and mess of color.

A red hood.

"Run, Shallot! Save yourself!" The voice cried out, as the amnesiac felt his body being pushed.

A burst of realization came through him as he recognized the fact.

"...right. 'Shallot'. That's my name. Shallot!"

"Shallot, ey? Pleased to meet you. My name's Trunks. Anything else you can recall?"

Before Shallot could respond, the stranger raised his hand, halting his attempt at speaking.

"Hold that thought. We can talk later. Right now, we'd better vacate the area." Trunks instructs.

"What's.. the hurry?" Shallot asked.

Just then, weird noises could be heard behind them.

"Graaagh! Gaaagh!"

A group of green creatures emerge from the ground.

With a look of clear disgust, Shallot points to the ugly creatures. "The hell're those things?!"

Enveloping himself in a golden ki, Trunks transforms, his eyes going from a calm blue to a jade green, and his lilac hair spiking up to become golden and raised.

"Of all the times to show their ugly faces. Let's can these green goons and hightail it out of here!" Unsheathing his blade, Trunks takes a fighting stance.

"Can them? How do we even do that?"

"Don't worry. I can sense it from your ki, you'll be just fine!"

"What the hell is ki-"