After an instant, the sensation is over and you are on the ground. "Are you okay?" you hear a voice ask.
You turn around to be faced by a teenage boy. He has blue eyes, purple hair, and extremely well-built and handsome. He smiles at you sheepishly for a second, then it was quickly replaced by a frown.
You stare blankly at him. "Wha.." you say. He sighs and takes into a builing with all it's window's broken out. On the side there are the words "Capsule Corp.". All the while he is jabbering.
"How can you not know what has been going on for years?" he asked increduously. "Well, I'm not really from around these parts," you answer. He looks at you and nods his head.
"I figured as much. Look, sorry for being a bit rude to you. My name is Trunks. Trunks Briefs."
You introduce yourself and explain how you got here; all the while trying not to snicker at his name. He listens silently until you mention the word "HOPE" that is on the ship's side.
"Hope? That's the ship Mom is working on. But it isn't even finished yet. How on earth did you get it? Oh man. I gotta tell her about this. It means that stupid piece of metal actually works." He starts to run off and then turns back around. "Stay here, okay? You can look at stuff if you want, just don't break anything. Ja ne!"
You look around. On one wall there us a piece of paper. You read:
There is a bookshelf that has hundreds of books in it. One of them says, "Collection of Stories". Read it.
Another book is entitled, "Beloved Memories: Photo Album". Look at it.
You pick up yet another book. It has "History" written on it. Read it.
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