Japan is the most technologically advanced nation on the Planet Earth. This is thanks to the Capsule Corporation, a trillion dollar a month company that made the Briefs family and all of their shareholders into billionaires. The secret of their riches was the ability to pack any item into a capsule that could be deployed at any time. Everything from a car to a toy could be released, and in the centuries since the company was founded, almost everything can fit into one little capsule. While originally based in West City, it had moved to Hercule City and made it a booming metropolis. Hercule City, Japan was the new capital of the world.

Just outside this city stood a small wooden hut. It was a crude structure, and held no running water, indoor plumbing, or electricity. It only held one lone occupant, a young warrior named Ryukyu Taizan. The 13-year-old boy opened his eyes, shielding them from the early morning sun. It was 5:00 AM, and he had only an hour to get ready. Getting out of bed, he proceeded to get ready.

After doing his business in the surrounding wilderness, he bathed in a small pond not far from there. He could hear the rush of the river, which was where he fetched his drinking and cooking water and washed his clothes. When he wanted to eat, he hunted in the woods, captured, cooked, and then ate his prey. It was a life that most people in the world would find barbaric, but it suited Taizan just fine. He was a descendant of the Ainu, an early people in Japan who had lived just like this before being chased into the mountains of Hokkaido by the early Japanese. Thanks to the Capsule Corporation, the language barrier between the Ainu and the Japanese had been broken, and his people became modernized.

But his father had clung to the old ways, knowing that someone would have to carry on the culture and traditions of the Ainu. Taizan was the result of the union between an Ainu man and a Japanese woman, and though he was only half-Japanese, he would never admit to his Ainu heritage. It was simply a way to protect what little culture was left. Given that he looked Japanese and could speak the language at a native level, most would not question his ethnicity. Even so, Taizan preferred to live apart from them. The forest around Hercule City was his home, now and forever.

There was one other thing that separated Taizan from other Japanese boys his age. He had learned how to use his Ki, his body's natural energy, and it augmented his strength, speed, and agility. Taizan had discovered it by accident, after it came out toward the end of a particularly exhausting training regimen. Two blasts had knocked holes in his ceiling, and he had spent the rest of the evening patching them. Taizan spent almost all of his time training his body and Ki. The reason for this was rooted in his past.

When Taizan was six years old, aliens attacked the Planet Earth. They had focused their attack mainly on Hercule City, but a stray bolt from one of their ship's cannons blew apart his structure. The explosion killed his parents and left him buried under rubble. The military, with the help of the Capsule Corporation, had chased off the aliens by the time Taizan dug himself out. But, that day changed everything for him. He was grief-stricken, and vowed to someday get revenge on the aliens that robbed him of his parents.

Taizan developed what most would call an unhealthy fixation on training and the martial arts. He would exercise for hours on end, often training until he passed out. He would punch and kick at a wooden wall until his knuckles bled and his legs were bruised and calloused. It all had a positive result, as he had a bodybuilder's physique at age thirteen. After he discovered his Ki, he did research at the Hercule City Library and discovered ways to increase it and practice it. His research also revealed information on the Namekian Z-Fighter, Piccolo.

Piccolo was a loner and had a rough early life. Taizan latched on to this and made him his idol. As a show of admiration, his first ever technique, the Mouth Blast, was based on one of Piccolo's techniques. He was still working on building up callouses in his throat, so that when he used it, it did not hurt or make his throat bleed. All of this energy usage caught the eye of a man named Hinoki. He came to visit him one day, and told him that he was the Grandmaster of a school in Hercule City called the Z-Academy.

The school was meant to cater to warriors like him, who had learned to use Ki. Hinoki had been impressed with Taizan's work ethic and aptitude, and offered him a place at the Z-Academy. Taizan was not sure that he wanted to go, but today was Orientation Day, and if it was anything like what Hinoki had said, then he definitely needed to train there. After getting dressed in black weighted Kung Fu shoes, white pants, and a blue tunic, he set off for Hercule City. He arrived there in about ten minutes, and then went to the address Grandmaster Hinoki gave him. Taizan was awestruck by what he saw.

The building was huge and topped with a dome. It was connected to other buildings, and looked like a city unto itself. Taizan entered and became uneasy when he heard the buzz of voices. He followed them to the auditorium, where hundreds of teens like him were seated. After finding a seat away from everybody else, he sat down. On the stage in front of him was a podium, where he guessed the speaker that everyone seemed to waiting for would appear.

Taizan wanted to center himself, so he closed his eyes. He was a fiend for meditation, and when not physically training, eating, or sleeping, he could always be found in one of two stages. His first was just to center himself and focus his being into one point, such as when he wanted to listen very closely to a speaker or feel at one with nature. His other stage was when he was trying to break the chains of limitation on his Ki through intense focus, or when he was trying to gather his Ki into a certain body part, like his elbow joint. The first stage helped him block out the noise, and he felt better. Now was the time to wait for the speakers, and decide if the Z-Academy was right for him.

Kanassa (formerly known as Planet Frieza 419) - 3 Days Earlier

The Kanassans were holding a fighting tournament to crown the strongest warrior of the sector. It was the final round, and the two combatants stared each other down. One was the defending champion, a fighter from Kanassa. The challenger was a tall, white humanoid that appeared to have purple armored spots, including a helmet with horns. His eyes were red and his mouth was covered by a mask-like apparatus. He was quite obviously an Icejin, otherwise known as a Changeling. Te Icejin stood confidently as he effortlessly blocked and dodged everything the Kanassan threw at him. When he finally did strike back, it was with a lightning fast jab from his tail that resembled a scorpion's sting. That was immediately followed by a series of palm strikes all over the Kanassan's torso before he was sent to the ground by a kick from above.

The Kanassan lay on the ground for a half s second before he started to get up, however the fight was already over. Before he could stand, he looked in shock as the Icejin was suddenly standing over him, pointing his finger at the defending champion as energy began charging at the fingertip. In a flash it was all over, a beam of violet Ki energy shot right through the Kanassan's torso, sending the former champion back to the ground, only he wasn't getting back up. The Icejin, Koor, was declared the winner and crowned the new champion of the Sector 12 Tournament.

Meanwhile, yet another Icejin was watching the fight from the audience. This one was considerably younger and not as powerful. He had no horns, and instead was white and green in color. He sighed as the fight came to its end, and was evidently in a hurry to put Kanassa behind him. An hour after the ceremony was over, the two Icejin were on a ship speeding through the cosmos. Their next destination was Earth.

Earth - 5:45 A.M.

Above the atmosphere, the ship containing the two Icejin's orbited at a slow pace. If their course was set correctly, the ship would be orbiting just over Hercule City at about that moment. The two Icejin stood next to the main hatch of the ship, the older one speaking to the younger one.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this, Ikazu?" asked Koor, the older alien, his face no longer covered by the mask apparatus, "I mean Earth is such a backwater planet. It's not too late to change your mind." Koor offered, apparently not too approving of what the younger Icejin was planning to do on Earth.

"For the last time, Koor, I'm not changing my mind." answered the younger Icejin, named Ikazu, "Besides, Earth isn't that remote anymore. It's become quite noticeable around the universe in recent years." the younger alien said with irritation in his voice.

"Will you at least conquer the little mud-ball so the trip isn't wasted?" asked Koor, obviously not a fan of Earth or what it had to offer.

"Oh sure." said Ikazu, "I'll just wipe out the planet." he was also getting annoyed, "Oh wait, if we did that, then there would be no Z-Academy for me to train, would there?"

"Alright, I get it." said Koor in a bored voice, "But why aren't you landing the ship? I want to get a look at this place for myself and-"

"No. Way. Period." said Ikazu, not even letting Koor finish, "Landing the ship would draw way too much unwanted attention, and remember the last time you wanted to have a look around? You ended up fighting in that stupid tournament."

"I won, didn't I?" said Koor with a cocky smirk.

"It almost set us back by a week! Not to mention you nearly blowing our cover. Does the concept of keeping low profile escape you?"

"I can't help it..." said Koor.

"Oh for the love of- This is why our family name is a laughing stock!" said Ikazu, rubbing his temples as the ship's hatch opened, "I'm going now before you make me late! I'll see you later, Koor."

"Have a nice first day, Dear!" called Koor in a teasing voice as the hatch closed. It couldn't have been more obvious that the two were family, brothers to be exact. Koor was the eldest by about ten years.

Ikazu ignored his brother's teasing as he essentially skydived into the Earth's atmosphere. He just let himself free fall until he was about 100 feet above the ground, at which point he used his ki to slow his fall until he touched ground just outside the city. He still had a little over ten minutes, so as he flew into town he was relieved that he would not be late.

It didn't take long for Ikazu to find the Academy, since it stuck out compared to the other buildings in the city. He got a few looks from people as he flew toward it, but he ignored it. The looks became less frequent as he drew near the Academy and they stopped as he landed and found himself among other new students filing into the building. Ikazu was a little surprised, since he was expecting pretty much all humans to be found here. Turns out he wasn't the only one from another planet interested in training here. He was definitely the only one of his race there, but at least he didn't stick out like a sore thumb as he had expected to.

Yet another day on Namek was in motion for the green planet, and all its similarly colored inhabitants. People conversed, and went about their daily lives, while a batch of warriors were being directed. For some time now, the new namekian government decided on creating a militia. A full blown military with weapons just didn't seem their style, and probably wouldn't have been as successful as the currently well working group of high power level namek warriors. In time they'd proved their worth several times against new conquerers much like Frieza in ambition, and almost as much power, keeping back attackers with few casualties to their people.

Among these militiamen was a young, green in appearance and to the traditions of a more advanced civilization, like that of Earth, with a wish to become as powerful as the Piccolo bloodline, just like Jr. back on earth, with his various exploits, including the destruction of the orbiting moon, and battling the saiyans, androids, the Ice-jins, Cell, and that Buu fellow. Yes, it was quite a far ahead dream. But he wanted to go even beyond being able to fight these guys, to being able to take out the big bads, rather than letting any one race dominate the battlefield. Sure, he respected the saiyan, Piccolo was good friends with several, even trained one of them personally. But these same 'monkeys' were the glory hogs. It was so unfair, he usually thought to himself, that they seemed to be some sort of superior race. But no matter. He was a proud pureblooded namekian, untouched by anything but the local culture he prided himself in practicing every day of his life.

And when that fateful day came that he received the message to come to the planet earth in order to train himself and become stronger, it was a real godsend (or kamisend in this case? *Shrug*). He wanted to visit the sacred battlefield and view it himself, see the sights, learn some customs, and most of all, his two greatest goals of all: to finish his training at the great 'Z-Academy' which he had been invited to in the first place to become a new Z-Fighter, as well as finding his twin, Ricoda. Ricoda was quite a model brother, once like Kilro.

Well, Once.

-

The city streets were empty in that much worse part of town. This was where Ricoda hung around normally. The Namekian-Earth citizen was walking down the street with some friends, including a fat bear person with a large t-shirt and shorts, sporting hitop sneakers, and a backwards cap, similar to that of Ricoda's apparel, followed by a dinosaur-ish fellow with the head of a pterodactyl, dressed in a hoodie and baggy jeans with two chains, presumably weapons.

"A'ight boys." began the pterodactyl. "We gonna jump in that there crib'n'mess'up'them punks."

by punks, he meant street thugs just like himself. They knew some martial arts from outside places, like maybe this Tiger place he'd heard of, being taught by that popular Kong guy, whatever his name was...

The bear-man and Ricoda clenched their fists for a moment, making glowing balls of energy as they nodded, grim-faced, and ready for a fight.

"Das'Coo. Lets blow these creeps outta their building."

Ricoda nodded, and walked over to the windows on the back of the slum building, before jumping through and throwing a wave of energy from his hands.

-

Kilro was now on a ship with a couple others, there only being a few namekians this time around. Strange looking beings of all sorts adjourned the seats of the ship as they flew towards the blue planet to begin training…

"Ricoda…I pray you're not getting yourself into any kind of madness, should you be corrupted by the sins of the humans…but I'm sure your old ways will shine through!"

-

Ricoda and the bear were ducked behind a fridge. It served well as a shield because they'd be firing low power blasts in the first place. It had been a law for any lawman or anyone with ki abilities to use low energy when not in serious conflicts like that of the Z-battles.

The bear fired his blasts from his finger, much like a gun.

"YO'BOY, TOSS 'DESE MOFOS' SOME HEAT!"

"GIMME A SEC, GOTTA CHARGE 'DAT SHIT UP!"

Ricoda began to grit his teeth as he charged a smaller version of the hellzone grenade, tossing it into a room, with the two waiting for an explosion.

KABOOOM!!

-

Kilro was at the local Space/Airport, getting his bags, when off in the distance, he sensed a familiar ki exploding. However, it was not as familiar as it should have been: it felt far different, and strange to him.

"It must be someone almost like Ricoda's energy. I shall allow the proper authorities to apprehend him first, and should they fail, then I can intervene. I must not doubt this planet's martial artists…"

Kilro took his duffel bag and slung it over his right shoulder, carrying a worn out suitcase in left for some spare things like clothes, as he headed for the academy, finding his way inside, and scanning his surroundings the entire way around. He got some looks here and there, had to ask several times to no avail for directions, but in the end, managed to find the Academy in time.

"By Kami!" He proclaimed. "This is the amazing school of battle, where heroes shall be born!…"

Taizan could feel the energy of the other student hopefuls clouding the room. At its best, it would be like floating on a cloud. At its worst, it was like floating underwater. Everything was fine until a higher power level entered the room. It became harder to breathe, and his eyes opened to take in the sight of the warrior. He was a peculiar, humanoid creature about his size with white skin and green bumps. Something about the warrior was familiar.

He scanned his memory, and an image of Frieza popped into his brain.
Of course. He is a Changeling.
Taizan could feel no ill will or malice emanating from him, so he figured that he was not dealing with an evil overlord-to-be here. Aside from that, Grandmaster Hinoki had said that the Z-Academy catered to warriors all across the galaxy. There were Namekians, Ponatsians, and Kanassans all ready here, so a Changeling should not be considered that out of the ordinary.

Taizan turned his attention to the stage as Grandmaster Hinoki appeared and the students began applauding. The man, who looked like Mr. Miyagi, gestured with his hands for them to quiet down, then cleared his throat to speak.
"Centuries ago, many great warriors defended our planet from alien threats, great and small. Today, our planet is protected only by the military and the Capsule Corporation. I thought that the time had come to bring the old ways to life. The city council of Hercule City agreed, and today, the Z-Academy stands."

The students began applauding again, and Hinoki waited for them to quiet down.
"The warriors that defended our planet were called the Z-Fighters, hence the "Z" in our school's name, and the "Z" in the Z Martial Arts that will be taught here. They were of different races, but fought for a common cause. That is why our school is the most cosmopolitan in the city, accepting students from any galaxy, so long as they are willing to train. Our staff at the Academy are also of differing races, and their expertise stems not only from training, but from real world experience. You will meet them very shortly."

"For now, turn your attention to the school's Counselor, who will handle the class schedules of all students who wish to enroll at the Z-Academy. Allow me to leave the podium with this. The dawn of a new age has arrived. The second generation of Z-Fighters has been called, and we will answer. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives. Welcome to Z-Academy."

The students applauded wildly as the Grandmaster took a seat in a chair. A nerdy looking man came rushing on stage and took the microphone like it was the Holy Grail.
"Uh, thank you, thank you very much."
When the applause died down, he cleared his throat, perhaps taking notes from the Grandmaster.
"My name is Counselor Kyobei, and I handle all of the paperwork and logistics for the Z-Academy. If you want to get into a class, I am the man to see."

"However, since this is Orientation Day, and there are so many of you, it would be impossible to see you all in one day. As such, I have set up a table with a sign-up sheet for each class. When the ceremony is over, simply sign your name on the corresponding sheet, and I will send you a class schedule and Z-Academy White Belt later in the day. On other days, my door is always open, so if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to ask. Now, it is my pleasure to introduce the Masters of the Z-Academy, who will surely show that "Master" is not just their title. Put your hands together for the biggest man on campus!"

As soon as he said that, a giant, muscular man came walking out from behind the curtain. Taizan was sure that if he jumped, he could reach the high ceiling. He reminded him of the Saiyan Nappa, as he was both bald and large. Unlike Nappa, he was friendly, and waved to his adoring crowd. He was wearing a black gi with the Turtle patch on the front and the Z-Academy patch on the back. He did not even need the microphone, as his voice could be heard throughout the entire auditorium.

"It is a pleasure to be here. My name is Master Hanayama, and I teach the Turtle Style of Martial Arts, first founded by Master Roshi. Any scholars amongst you might recall that this was the style used by the Z-Fighters Goku and Krillin. I will teach you their techniques, as well as many practical self-defense skills. I will not tolerate slacking, insubordination, or bullying in my classroom. All the same, I look forward to working with each and every one of you to bring out your full potential."

With that, Master Hanayama left the podium and stood to the side, probably afraid that he would crush the chair underneath him. Taizan had a hard time believing that anyone would be insubordinate to that giant of a man. His speech had stirred his interest in studying that school, especially if the man was a scholar of history as well as technique. The next man to take the stage looked like a rock star, with long hair and rugged features, and when he took the microphone, he sounded like one, too.
"Wassup dudes and dudettes? My name is Takeshi Hanma, and I teach the Wolf School."

For effect, he howled like a wolf and caused many girls to scream as if he were a real rock star. When everything quieted down, he put on a serious face, or at least, as good a one as he could muster.
"This style was used by the Z-Fighter Yamcha, and introduced the iconic Wolf Fang Fist. Like real wolves, practitioners of my style are known for tearing through their opponents. So, if you take my class, you'll need a cool head and hot hands. Ah yeah!"

The crowd was getting pumped, and good vibrations were rolling through the stands like a tidal wave.
"But, it can't be fun and games all the time. I expect a serious effort out of my students, and breaking one of my rules is like unplugging my guitar. Like my big ol' cuz over there, I won't stand for insubordination, bullying, or or slacking. If I catch you doing it, you won't stand, either."
Before leaving, he howled one more time and made the rock 'n' roll symbols with his hands before sitting down.

Taizan liked the man, but was not sure that the Wolf Style was really his thing. He liked more traditional strikes over tearing through his opponents like a chainsaw. The next man to come strolling out was dressed like a Kung Fu master, and had pointy features that made him look unpleasant. At the microphone, he made no attempt to greet the crowd, and when he spoke, it was a cold voice that got straight to the point.
"My name is Master Kaio, and I teach the Crane School. You may all ready know that two famous practitioners of this school were Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu."

"The Crane School is one of the most advanced courses for a reason. It takes many decades to learn the proper balance and focus needed to land the precision strikes and blasts of the style. Ten years is not enough, unless one is a prodigy. I do welcome everyone to try, as being a master of the style is not a requirement to graduate. I will warn you now, however, that coordination and balance are important in my class. If you lack either of these, please either avoid my class or work on it before taking it."

"Like other instructors, I want my students to work hard. The Crane School in particular requires many hours of independent training, and I will not be holding your hand at any step of the way. Those that do elect to take this course will be taking part in a long and rich heritage, and may even join the ranks of the most celebrated martial artists in history. The path is not for everyone, but should you elect to walk it, then I wish you the best of luck."
He walked over to a chair, but did not sit, and Taizan could sense that his chilly manner had frosted over some of the good vibrations of Master Hanma. He had no interest in taking this class, as the Crane School did not interest him much.

The next instructor to show up was a bouncy, bubbly looking woman who kind of looked like Chun Li from Street Fighter. She was very cute, and her bouncing breasts made sure that all male eyes in the room were fixed on her. Even Taizan found it hard to focus entirely on her speech.
"Hey there! My name is Mistress Lyla, and I teach the Pressure School. It's all about exploiting the pressure points on the body to render an opponent unconscious or unable to fight back."

"I can tell ya that it's worked wonders when I've been accosted on the street."
The looks in the eyes of some of the males made it clear that they would not mind doing some accosting of their own.
"I expect all students to work hard and follow the rules, so no slacking, k?"
Some of the men nodded their heads.
"I hope to see some of you real soon."
She bounced over to a chair and sat down.

Taizan actually did have interest in this school, and not just because the teacher was a turbo hottie. Pressure points were great to know, and it fit Taizan's style perfectly. On the other hand, he was sure that there would be many people signing up for her class, and Taizan did not want to be in a congested environment. So, he decided to put that on the back burner for now. The next Master to appear was a tall Namekian dressed like Piccolo. This captured his attention right off the bat.

"My name is Master Kami, and I teach the Namekian School, obviously."
His blunt manner and voice even kind of sounded like Piccolo.
"I grew up on the planet Namek II, and fended off alien threats in its early years. As part of the alliance between Earth and Namek II, I have come here to teach at the Z-Academy. My class is advanced, and parts of it can only be learned by Namekians. Even so, I have many things to offer a warrior of any race."

With that, he walked over to a chair, apparently not saying any more than necessary. Like Master Kaio, he stood rather than sat down. Taizan was now very excited about attending the Z-Academy. He wanted to take this course and learn how to bolster his Ki and master the blasting powers of the Namekians. Like Turtle, this course was definitely one he wanted to take. He now waited for the next instructor to appear.

Kilro was taking in all the new knowledge from his superiors. The Turtle School, as nice as it seemed, was simply not his style. The Crane School was impressive, but got him thinking. He decided he wasn't ready for that kind of advanced training. So far for sure, he signed up for Kami's class, eager to learn from a fellow Namekian, and beyond what his militia taught him. He disregarded Mistress Lyla's beauty, and respected the concept of pressure points. He thought it over a bit, and with a minute or two, he decided to try it out too, maybe a class or two, to see how it'd turn out. The wolf school seemed just as uninteresting. When did that Yamcha person ever find time to advance that style? It was very ballistic, while using methods of other styles, it was too animalistic for his taste. A little feral power was cool, but just unlike a fighter such as himself.

He looked around for a moment, noticing the warrior Taizan, and several others, walking over to an empty seat, with a small smile.

"Greetings. I'm Kilro, formerly of the Namekian Miltia. I do not wish to disturb you, but I'm interested in which classes you'd like to take. Obviously I'm interested in the Namekian school, because I wish to make a renewed pride for my people by becoming as strong as any great saiyan. I may try the internal combat of pressure points, seeing as the knowledge of bodily functions of numerous species would be useful in battle. In the future, maybe I shall train myself to the crane school. I do not think too highly of Turtle or Wolf Schools myself…"

-

Ricoda and his pals were cleaning out the building of any remaining rival thugs, and stealing all the zeni they could find, Ricoda lining his pockets with gold, the lizard boy with silver, and the bear with diamonds.

"C'mon!" shouted the pterodactyl headed boy. "Cops gonna' be here in a mo' so we gots to split!"

Ikazu remained standing through the orientation, his arms crossed over his chest and his tail swishing about like a cat's. He listened to introductions as they came, but he had long since decided on which courses he would be taking. As far as the Icejin was concerned, thi orientation was little more than a formality. He watched four masters introduce themselves more closely than the others, hinting at whom he had decided to train under.

The first was Hanayama, the Turtle Master. This was the first school Ikazu had shown interest in. Most people took this course to learn the fabled Kamehameha Wave, but Ikazu had no such interest. For all it's status as the definitive Z-Martial Art Technique, the Kamehameha was, in Ikazu's opinion, the most useless technique to ever be overrated by the universe. It was slow, bulky, and was hardly ever an effective attack in the battles it was featured in. No, the technique that Ikazu obsessed over was something else entirely: the mighty Kienzan. A swirling disc of death of destruction, cutting through anything and everything in its path. It cut the tail of Frieza, despite the tyrant being many times more powerful than Krillin, the Kienzan's inventor. An attack that lethal was a must-have as far as Ikazu was concerned.

The second Martial Arts instructor to be introduced was Hanma, the Wolf Master. Ikazu had considered taking the Wolf Style, mainly because of the Spirit Ball's usefulness as a controllable energy attack. However, after having gave it more thought, Ikazu decided he would pass on the Wolf Style. It was too wild and uncontrollable, which reminded Ikazu all too much of his annoying elder brother, Koor.

The third instructor who introduced themselves was Kaio, the Crane Master. Now this was the style Ikazu really wanted. It was lethal and effective, plus the iconic Dodon-pa was just the technique Ikazu needed in order to refine his Finger Beam into something much more powerful and respectful. Another thing about the Crane Style that caught Ikazu's interest was Kaio's boasting about it being advanced and for stronger students only. For the young Icejin, Kaio may as well have issued a personal challenge for Ikazu to accept. After all, if the Crane Style was half as advanced and great as Kaio boasted, then Ikazu wanted to master it. After all, Ikazu wanted nothing less than the best training Z-Academy had to offer.

The next master was Lyla, a Pressure Style teacher. Ikazu noticed that the male audience made googly-eyes at the female teacher. Ikazu could only roll his eyes. Perhaps it was because he from another planet, but Ikazu just didn't find any attraction in the Earthling Woman. Her style had seemed like it could be useful, especially against stronger opponents, but Ikazu would pass on it. He had no intention of being weaker than anyone, so a style like that would not be useful to him.

The fifth master was a Namekian named Kami. Ikazu knew all too much about the Namekians and their famous fighters like Piccolo and Nail. After all, they were almost wiped out by his very ancestor, but that was personal information that Ikazu planned to keep to himself. He had come to Earth to get a fresh start, and he didn't need people mocking him or judging him because of what his ancestors had done. Still, he planned to take the Namekian class, because it offered a mixed variation of attacks that would prove most useful. The techniques of note that Ikazu wanted to learn were the Masenkohappo (better known as the Special Beam Cannon) for it's pure piercing power as well as the Hellzone Grenade (for it's ability to be nigh inescapable). Like Kaio, Kami claimed that his class was for advanced students only, which only made Ikazu all the more eager to accept the challenge and sign-up.

Taizan saw out of the corner of his eye a young Namekian approach him. He said he was a former member of some militia, probably a self-defense course on his home planet. Taizan nodded his head to show that he had heard him. But, he never turned it to look at him. Taizan was not interested in getting to know or speaking with anybody. Every day he was here, he would focus his senses so that in the room, he could hear only the master, and all others would fade away.

Taizan closed his eyes and began to meditate. Yes, he was ignoring him, but at least he had a legitimate excuse. In any event, if the Namekian perceived rudeness, he would not have too much time to think about it. The next master had just walked onto the stage. Unlike the others, this one was not dressed in a Z-Academy gi. His hair style was spiky, and he wore a tank top and jeans, most likely to show off his muscular physique, which looked even more impressive, given that hew as not all that tall.

"Listen up, grunts," he said in an aggressive, raspy voice, my name is Master Uruburai, and I teach the Saiyan School."
After a pause to let that sink in, he continued.
"I am a Half-Saiyan who fought as a mercenary all over the universe before deciding to settle down and teach what I have learned. I have killed well over one thousand individuals, many of whom were more powerful than I. I say this not to scare you, but to warn you. Your training will be full-force and grueling."

"The Saiyans were the most powerful race in the universe. The Tuffles and the Changelings once dominated them, but the potential of a Saiyan was higher than even theirs. A whole galaxy was once destroyed by the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly. I am not saying that I can make you that powerful, but if you work yourself as hard as or harder than I work you, you will gain great fighting skill and Ki power and control. I know, because I was once like you, and my father taught me. This is perhaps the most advanced and dangerous school at the Z-Academy, and I will accept only those who are willing to ignore that and give it their all."

He walked away from the podium, and like Kami and Kaio, stood rather than sat. The next Master to take the podium was from the planet Ponats, and he possessed the characteristic pale skin, made even paler by his black gi, and red mohawk. He smiled pleasantly, and was actually pretty soft-spoken.
"I am Master Dunlen, and I teach the little known Dragon School. It mostly teaches students how to use their Ki to fly and emphasizes aerial combat. It is not the best for building great warriors, so my class is only an elective."

He left the podium, and was replaced by a humanoid, tiger looking creature.
"My name is Master Kharjo, and I teach the Tiger School of Planet Elise. My main expertise is stealth and sharpening the digits into tiger claws. My class is also an elective, mostly because it is known by almost no one outside my home planet."
He left the stage and was replaced by a small floating man who looked like a kabuki doll.
"My name is Master Tanzu, and I teach the School of the Mind."

"I mostly teach telepathy, how to read minds, levitate objects, and psionically attack enemies. When paired with Ki, the mind can be a very dangerous weapon. My class is also only an elective."
He floated away from the podium and above the chair. The last Master was a squat little guy who could barely reach the mic.
"My name is Master Kajunome, and I run the Pendulum Course."

"The Pendulum Course allows one to delve into his own psyche and confront his worst fears and/or limitations. By defeating them, you become stronger in mind and body. My class is the last elective, mostly because I teach no techniques."
He left the podium and was replaced by Grandmaster Hinoki.
"One final note before you sign up for classes. I will be running a booth to hand out key cards for the dorms for those who have no place to stay off-campus."

He moved to the booth, and the other students began moving to sign sheets. Taizan got up and headed for the sheets. He signed his name on the Turtle, Namekian, and Dragon classes. He wanted to take the Dragon course because he wanted to learn how to fly and fight in the air as well as on the ground. After that, Taizan left the Z-Academy. He began to walk home.

The Icejin tensed as the next master introduced themselves. Ikazu knew right away that he was looking at a Saiyan, as his kind could very easily spot them in crowds, even half-breeds like Uruburai. Immediately, Ikazu didn't like this guy. He was a typical Saiyan, proud and arrogant, boasting that his style was the best and most dangerouus at the Academy. This was the fourth school Ikazu was interested in. He didn't care about how tough it was, but Ikazu had something to prove when it came to Saiyans. He had promised himself that he would pull his race and family name out from the heap and put them back on top, and no Saiyan was going to get in his way. Ikazu even had to fight the urge to call out the Half-Saiyan when he bragged about his kind having more potential then anyone, especially listing the Icejin race by name. Just you wait, Saiyan. I swear I'll make you eat those words one day!

Ikazu barely paid any attention to the next couple of masters. One was offering to teach students how to fly and fight in the air, which was great and all except that Ikazu already knew how to do all that. The next one was more interesting, and Ikazu made a mental note to take a class or two in telepathy, as reading minds could very well be very useful to him in the future. The next teacher offered stealth-based training, which Ikazu had no interest in.

It was the last one who Ikazu paid attention to. He mentioned a Pendulum Course, which would allow students to face their greatest weaknesses and limitations and overcome them. Now that was what Ikazu needed. He decided then and there after all his other training was complete, he would enter the Pendulum Course in the hopes to fight illusions of Super Saiyan fighters so that he could beat the snot out of them and prove that his race, and family name, was still something to fear and respect.

The grandmaster spoke once more, and Orientation was finally over. Not wasting any time, Ikazu signed his name to the Crane, Namekian, and Saiyan classes. He would take the others that had interested him later, but he needed to dedicated as much time as he could to Crane and Saiyan if he was prove the point he'd said out to make.

Kilro felt somewhat rejected, but returned to pay attention to the last of the classes. First came the Monkey school. He said it this way because this was yet another warrior with that smug idea that the Saiyans were these superior superhumans. His tolerance was low for this kind of arrogance, which he despised. Instantaneously he saw this class be for the "Elite" students. This former mercenary, yes, he knew from the start it wasn't a scare: but he was, in Kilro's opinion, boasting his kill-record like some sort of prodigy. This attitude would have meant less if it wasn't so common among warriors similar to the pureblooded elites like that Vegeta character. Therefore, he chose not to join the Saiyan school. At least until he gave it serious thought, minus the words of this man.

Following that was the school of the Dragon. This was all essential to him, so it was for sure. After that was the Tiger School. Such a shame, he thought to himself, that this school was not more known. Looking down at his fingernails/claws, he liked the idea of better using them as weaponry in the battlefield. This was the last of his electives. He liked the sound of the Mind school, respecting its amazing powers hidden within one's greatest tool for all situations, but chose against it. It felt a tad flashy, and was generally not as widely used.

The Pendulum course would be kept well in mind. Breaking limitations would allow him to rise in power without any inhibitions. This, he thought, was the problem of older warriors. He'd take that some other day however. For now and for sure, he chose the Namekian, Dragon, and Tiger Schools. The rest were either to be observed, given a trial run, or done later. It was so overwhelming getting it all at once, so with the schools he was sure to join, he turned in his application sheet, and went to receive a key card to a new dorm. He bowed in respect, seemingly for no reason, as he hurried off to put his things down.

Once his things were in place, the first thing he had to do was find his brother, Ricoda, wherever he was...

-

Ricoda and his boys were laughing it up in their hidden, sewer hideout with a bunch of other street punks, grabbing some tropical drinks and celebrating another successful gang battle, having stolen money, and beat down everyone in their way…

"'Ey, boys." Said Ricoda, taking another sip of his bottle. "I'mma go up and spend 'deez greens."

"Don't spend it all!" warned the bear guy. "I need some new shoes!"

"Damn, son! you need'tah buy sumthin' better 'den some stupid-ass shoes. I'mma take some girls for a night out." Said Pterodactyl kid.

Ricoda and the bear dude whistled, before laughing.

"A'ight, A'ight!" spoke Ricoda between laughs. "You ain't gettin' nothin' but a slap on yo' beak. Ain't no one goin' near yo' ugly ass!"

They proceeded to laugh on...

Taizan returned to his home and began to work out. After doing over 1000 of each kind of push-up, he hung upside down and did sit-ups. He ran laps around the whole forest with over 1000 pounds of weight on him. He hammered at the wooden wall until he dented it in a little and blood poured from his knuckles. After wrapping them with gauze, he punched and kicked at it until he was ready to move on. He began bench pressing several thousand pounds of weight for almost one million reps.

Afterward, he meditated and released some more Ki. He then practiced small blasts and Ki infused blows to topple trees and break stones. When he was ready to practice his signature move, he picked up a huge boulder and tossed it into the air. When it was at a certain height, he opened his mouth and blasted it with his appropriately named Mouth Blast. It exploded into a fireball in mid-air. As the pieces rained down, Taizan smiled briefly before running off to train some more.

Kilro was running up the side of a building to reach the rooftop. In desperation, he looked down, all around, to try and spot a Namekian that looked similar to himself, with a few differences. a couple times he'd easily made mistakes, and had to keep looking. That was, until he felt a ki signature again. This one was different, and he was hoping training could make ki feel different. MAJORLY, different, as he ran into a single direction to try and find the source. Eventually he happened upon the home of Taizan, just in time to lay his eyes upon a couple of blasts, and a blast being released from the mouth, and destroying a boulder. He wondered if this was an illness, having rarely seen a mouth blast, other than when he himself, and others he'd known had been sick for periods of time, and watching the brilliant explosion as the seemingly physically healthy Taizan just ran off to train, like what had occurred was everyday business. Unfortunately, of all the stories he heard of piccolo, he never heard of the warrior's own similar attack, the 'explosive breath.'

"Ah! Are you well?" Called out Kilro, hopping down in astonishment. "You have vomited, correct?! and it has destroyed a boulder! what sort of illness is this, projecting your power outwards. I admit, it was great, but strange! you humans are more bizarre than I've heard from the adults of my village!"

Then he realized he was intruding, and bowed immediately.

"Forgive me, sir." He apologized, recognizing it was Taizan from the academy assembly. "I was looking for an old friend of mine. I could hardly find his signature on this planet, and was worried. So, I tried to follow yours, thinking that of my brother, Ricoda, had changed. I can see I was wrong, and I have witnessed a sight of horrible release of waste- Wasted energy, technically. I will mention this event of illness to no one, should this embarass you…"

"Oh, sorry." said Ikazu to the stranger who had addressed him. At the time, the Icejin was about to go and receive a dorm key, "I am Ikazu. I was just on my way to get a dorm." he responded. Ikazu didn't have a house on Earth, and he sure as hell wasn't to ask to Koor to stick around so he could live on the ship, so a dorm was his only option. As long as it was livable, it would suit his needs and Ikazu wouldn't complain.

Ikazu had noticed Dorian among the other students. The first thing that got the Icejin's attention was the young man's method for signing up for classes. If he remembered his Galactic Cultures correctly, Dorian was a Psylonian. A powerful group, they were, enough that the old Cold Empire never attacked them, out of fear of their psychic powers. That seemed to be their policy for every planet or race that possessed potential. Ikazu wouldn't have been surprised if the Psylonians had been next on Frieza's hit list if not for the Super Saiyans destroying him. Ikazu then realized that he had gone a few moments without saying anything, "My apologies, I was just remembering some of the things I was taught about Psylonians back home." he said, trying to save face.

"By the way," Ikazu had said, changing the subject, "I couldn't help but notice that little... altercation... of yours." the Icejin was referring to the fight Dorian had gotten into with the larger student, "I must say, you seem to have been taught something of fighting before coming here." which was basically Ikazu's way of saying that Dorian's demonstration had impressed him, "I'm curious to know, were you expecting to see this many non-humans here? Honestly, I almost expected to... what's the phrase? 'Stick out like a sore thumb', I believe it goes. That doesn't seem to be the case at all, it seems."

Taizan's attention was drawn to somebody shouting at him. His home was really out of the way, so much so that even hikers and surveyors rarely came out here. He turned and noticed that it was the same Namekian teenager that had tried to speak with him at the Z-Academy. He asked if he had vomited, and he shook his head no. He guessed that the Mouth Blast was not quite as common a technique among Namekians as he had been led to believe. When Kilro said that he would mention this incident to no one, he shrugged his shoulders, as there was no one around to tell, anyway.

Taizan felt sort of bad for the way he had treated Kilro. The Namekian was just trying to be friendly, and he had written him off without a glance. He wanted to invite him to his home for some herbal tea and show that he was not a callous jerk, but Kilro mentioned something about looking for his brother Ricoda, and he did not want to keep him from such an important errand. Not knowing what to say, Taizan turned and began jogging back to his home. It was probably just as well that he did not try to make friends. He needed to train very hard before he was ready for what the Z-Academy threw at him.

Taizan knew that it was time for the spiritual part of his daily training. He ran back to his house and grabbed a jar that he left outside to collect rain water or just sit there until it was needed. Taizan threw off his clothes and dove headfirst into the river, not wanting to bathe in the dirty pond water, as it would not suit the purification needed for the training. He braced himself between two rocks and bathed, then stepped out and got dressed. He then filled the jar with clean water from a different part of the river. Taizan then walked back to his home to avoid spilling it.

Taizan did not possess an oven, even a primitive one. For heating water, he would light his fireplace and place the water inside a tin cup hanging above it on a wooden apparatus. He would leave the water in until it boiled. While he waited, he went into a another room and lit some incense candles. After he inhaled all of the incense, he felt more alert and focused. By the time he was done, the tea water was boiling.

Taizan put the tea bags in the water and waited patiently until it was ready. He coated his hands in Ki to act as oven mitts, then removed the red hot tin cup. He poured the tea into a pitcher, replaced the tin cup, and doused the fireplace. Afterwards, he drank the eta and felt even more focused. Taizan never had guests, so he drank all of it always. When he was sufficiently focused and purified, Taizan began meditating, seeking deeper understanding and increased power.

Kilro felt as if he'd been intruding again, and hurried off to find his brother. Ricoda himself was finishing up his shopping spree, and had put his things away. But he still had some cash, and time to kill, so he figured he'd go check out a club or something, and try picking up some fine young ladies, show off some dance moves or something. The Streetwise Namekian wandered down the streets when he suddenly saw two surviving members of that gang he blasted with his boys.

"Ey You!" shouted one, taking on a brooklyn accent. "Youse' the guy who offed Corpus' house!"

"Yeah, Yeah!" said the second guy. "Youse ain't goin' nowheres, see? We gonna tear you up, capiche? no mercy!"

Ricoda sighed. He tried to walk around the two idiots, but they stood in his way. The first was this lumbering shark-person with a spiked club on his back, and the second, brandishing a big stiletto knife, about as large as a sword, with a light blue skin tone and brunette hair. Ricoda himself began to crack his knuckles, and started throwing wild swings of his arms, at the first guy, who jumped back a considerable several feet, and brought the spiked club down full force. The second guy began to thrust the knife like a spear, in a rapid succession, as Ricoda struggled to catch up, eventually getting a cut on his face, and wounds on his shoulder and side.

"Ain't nofupper goyn' save you now!" laughed the big guy. He began slapping Ricoda back and forth with his club. He laughed as each strike hit, laughing especially louder as the cut on Ricoda's face grew worse from the repeated hits.

But oddly enough…he couldn't move his club.

"Dah hell?!…"

-

"Cease this Bullying, friend, or I will have to bring harm unto you."

-

The voice came from the sidelines. But the big shark guy just shrugged, and kept swinging, eventually opening his eyes and looking downwards to see his club was chopped apart, and now looked more like a microphone. Standing in Ricoda's place was Kilro, holding the broken-off part of the club and glaring up at the attacker.

"I refuse to stand for this aggression against my people…" He growled. "Especially not my own brother!"

He held the spiked metal with both hands, and crushed it, roaring furiously, followed by him suddenly going calm again, and the second guy charging in with his sword/spear switchblade thing. The succession of rapid strikes moved surprisingly slowly for Kilro, who only kept up a supersonic pace, the attacker in a mere subsonic range, breaking into a flood of sweat while Kilro himself seemed to be fine.

Eventually, he grew tired, and fell onto his back, the handle of the blade slipping onto his through and suffocating him, as Ricoda stepped on the blade so no one could use it, nor would it kill the guy. The big shark guy was laughing, as he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles, and got into a boxing stance.

"I'm the best boxer in town!" He thundered. "Ain't no punk like you gonna put me down!"

This boastful claim was followed by the guy throwing a dozen afterimages of his fist at Kilro, to which Kilro responded with his own barrage of afterimages, although he had about several more fists flying outwards.

Kilro was in a clash of fists: a pummel duel, with the larger man, the two struggling to keep up with eachother, when Ricoda Kicked the fellow in the biceps, causing some kind of internal damage. Ricoda gave a thumbs up to Kilro, and began doing his own rapid punch at the air, gradually slowing down...

"Wanna try pummeling me again?" Asked a more confident Kilro, gesturing with a finger. "I guarantee you'll go angry, friend."

The shark guy began to throw more punches again, but found it incredibly difficult, just as Ricoda demonstrated, something had occurred in his muscles, some kind of pressure point or something…

"Where did you learn that?" Kilro asked, ignoring the big man, who was being pummeled in the chest.

"Magazine. Mutaito Monthly, article on a Crane move, Yo."

When the large shark guy was down, Kilro turned to Ricoda, and dashed over, shaking the other young man's hand tightly, and hunched over slightly in excitement.

"Brother~!" He cried. "How have you been?!"

Ricoda blinked… "Yo, I gotsa' thank ya for savin' my veggie colored ass, but whatchu' saiyan, man! we bros.? I kinda see a resemblance…'cept…"

"Yes?!" went Kilro, eager to know what could be preventing his own twin brother from remembering him.

"I'm the attractive one, dawg." claimed Ricoda, causing Kilro to fall over comically, legs in the air, twitching for a moment.

Kilro climbed back to his feet, and sighed. "You really must remember: I was the brother you were forced to leave behind when you left Namek!"

"Awh Yeah!" went Ricoda, snapping his fingers "My home-ball, Namek. Yo, how's the family?"

"They are well. What of you? you seem to be wearing the most bizarre outfit, brother!"

"Yeah, uh, bro, see, this stuff's the style these days. Ya'll oughtta come with me sometime, catch some nice threads, yanno?"

"Threads? Do I not require the entire outfit?"

"Ya'll Stupid, Bro. But'chu gunna learn soon…"

Ikazu merely listened as the Psylorian mentioned that he lived on Earth. Clearly, he knew more of the planet than the Icejin did, which was understandable. By that point, Ikazu had already been given a room key and he starting toward the dorm areas, with Dorian hovering alongside him. That was when Dorian asked a rather peculiar question.

"I must ask you Ikazu. Do you still fear the Saiyan race? I only ask because I saw you sign up for the Saiyan School and am quite intrigued as to the reason behind your actions.”

Ikazu stopped for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should be surprised or offended by the question. In one hand, Ikazu was here to prove the opposite of what he was asked, that he feared no warrior or race. Then again, on the other hand, how did Dorian know about Ikazu? The Icejin had done nothing but keep that information to himself. Then he remembered that he was talking to a Psylorian, which meant that this Dorian fellow had likely been poking around in Ikazu's mind using telepathy. The Icejin narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but managed to mask it by smiling so that he appeared to merely be giving a gesture of politeness.

"Let me put it this way..." began the Icejin, trying to be careful about his choice of words while also keeping his mind as clear of thoughts as possible so that the Psylorian couldn't read them as easily, "...there's a very good reason as to why the Saiyan race is extinct, while my own still prospers even to this day." he said the last part as he began walking again. Soon enough, he reached the door to his dormitory. Ikazu stopped at the door and turned to face the Psylorian.

"To answer your other question, I signed up for the Saiyan class because I wish to know my enemy. The biggest mistake my ancestors made was that they failed to understand their enemy due to overconfidence, and therefore were doomed to failure." Ikazu let himself give the Psylorian one last look over, his polite smile melting away and being replaced by a competitive stare, "I, on the other hand, do not intend to make that mistake. Mark my words."

After that, his expression was one of politeness again, "I do believe this is my room. I would invite you in of course," he said before giving a polite bow, "but I imagine there is nothing of worth to look at in there, so if you'll excuse me." with that, he went through the door and closed it behind him.

Taizan had gained deeper wisdom, but for some reason, could not access the Ki within him. It was as if something was pushing him back, telling him silently that it was not time yet.
Why? Why do all my efforts to gain power at this point fail?! Am I not worthy? Am I not pure enough? What more must I do!!!
He let out a long exhale.

What must he do? The only thing he could do. He had to train even harder. Taizan had been holding back, and there could be none of that. He would have to train until his whole body ached. There was no other way for a plain ol' human like him to gain power. If he was going to keep up with all the aliens with their natural Ki ability, he would have to work harder than they ever dreamed of.

Taizan began working out, running, punching, and lifting. He sweat and bled, and piled on as much weight as he could find and ran with it. His bulging muscles ached and screamed at him to stop, and he would not listen. His endorphins kicked in and he powered through his training. Swimming the mighty river, felling trees with single blows, and unleashing blast after blast. He was a boy possessed by the spirit, the yearning for more power.

Taizan let out a mighty roar and released a Mouth Blast that cleaved off a whole part of a distant mountain. His eyes burned with rage at himself, for being too weak to be worthy of power.
I will train until I die! Even death itself will not hold me back!!!
His fist shook with rage.
Hear me, O creation. I will face your challenges and emerge victorious!
He then reapplied his training even harder, not caring what tore, broke, or bled; anything was worth it for the power he craved with all of his soul.

"A'ight, so…" Began Ricoda, sitting on a roof top with Kilro. "You came down to Earth to become some great warrior or somethin'? das'coo,' I guess…"

Kilro nodded. "Indeed. But it is more than being something of great interest my brother: We're trying to become the new protectors of the Earth. I aspire to be like the man named Piccolo."

Ricoda snickered. "Who cares? I'mma let everyone else do the superhero shit for me."

Kilro stared sadly into his brother's eyes.

"I believe I count with 'everyone else.' I was personally called in because of my power. Perhaps if you come with me, we can enroll you, and we can fight side by side, making ourselves known, and show we, the Namekian people, are strong, righteous people, and fill in any bridges between our people and others, and become as mighty as the Saiyans themselves!"

"…"

"Uh, yeah, no." Ricoda responded. "S'coo n' all like I said, but damn, son. Just ain't my life, yanno? I ain't no defender of justice, or some karate fighter like you dudes. I wanna sit back, and relax. Something we could never have on Namek. Peace, quiet, and fun."

"But this is why I'll be fighting: to keep that kind of peace!"

"Yo, you ain't gonna find peace! you always gonna have to get into a struggle and whoop some boys up n' down. Leave it to the pros…"

"There won't be if we do not stand up and assume our role as the new generation!"

Kilro left in a fit of disappointment. How dare his brother deny this?...

Baston had made his way to earth, his goal was clear to gain power. He wanted to be powerful just like the people he admired, the proud Saiyan race. While he knew pride came before destruction, and boasting would do nothing but attract unwanted attention he still admired those great warriors. The Warrior was glad he'd made his way to orientation in time, he'd been living out in his ship ever since he arrived on earth. He'd manage do to obtain food by hunting earth's various animals, and water of course was free. He'd survived long enough, and thankfully he hadn't been forced to live that way for long at least on earth. Life had been hard ever since the Great Warrior, the one that had torn the Balzun race apart. Natural resources had been strained, and life had been hard, society had fallen apart, the various nations had fallen, combat skills were needed to survive.

Compared to how beutiful and wonderful his world had once been, it's current state sickened him to the point it made him shudder. HE had nightmares of the war, when numerous members of his family were killed, ki blasts filled the sky, advanced machinery was used against other wielders of advanced machinery."It is time" He said to himself as he began harnessing his specie's natural power, forming a mass of energy that he quickly brought around his body, and he took of running. However his Balzun energy ensnared his body taking him off the ground, and he began to hover the energy around his feet forming into the energy of skates. However even with the skates he hovered over the ground, as he began "Skating" through Hercule City.

Upon arrival at Z Academy, which was more of a city itself, as he entered he listened through orientation. He was interested in all of the various styles Turtle, Wolf, Crane, Pressure, Namekian, Saiyan, Dragon, Tiger, Mind, and Pendulum. He was interested in the various styles, and was having a hard on time on what to pick. He was going with Turtle because ever since he was a young boy the Z Fighters had inspired him, particularly the tale of the Saiyans, partly because of his admiration of warriors and partly because of how against all odds they'd overcome the reign of Lord Freiza, someone who oppressed them. He wished his own people overcome their oppression that had started the Great War, hope was something that filled his optimistic man. It was strange for someone who'd gone through what he'd gone through to still be filled with so much hope.

He'd go with Turtle to learn the techniques the Z Fighters favored, Namekian because of their ingenuousness in combat, The Saiyan clase because it was the most dangerous, and Pendulum. He thought about going through with mind, but he wanted a class that would allow him to push his limits. Events were brewing on his home world, a new power was rising, they were run by strength and intellect, but he feared branwn would over-take the new age on Brazul. "May the Spadans bless me." He said thinking of his own planets gods, religion was something he'd always taken an interest in. Supposedly the Spardans were Gods of combat, who forged the great martial arts, and brought ki into a dull and near lifeless world. The Spardans then spread through-out the universe spreading the art of combat be it through hand to hand combat, ki utilization, or even machinery. He believed desperation was a key factor to belief in religion, but they were aspects of Spardanism that interested him, so for now he was a believing spardanist.

With his mind heavy on spirituality he made his way over to the table taking the pen, arguing if he had perfected his choices. If he could he'd take every class even the wolf class. He marked himself for Turtle, Namekian, Saiyan, Dragon, and Pendulum. He felt what could only be described as a pulse, a dark force within him, urging him to select mind, he felt his hand moving, and the pen moving back in his hand despite him setting it down. School of Mind, School of Mind. Baston groaned dealing with the pain ihs mind, feeling everything become darker, he dropped the pen not wanting to crush the writing utensil in his hands. Damn it not again. Mighty Spardans please help me PLEASE!He begged his gods for help, as darkness enveloped his vision, he began to flare up an aura coming around him, the darkness fading as he looked at the sign of sheet. For whatever reason he felt he made the right choice in picking Pendulum, there was something dark and ancient within him, something that breathed malice, it's very presence disturbed him, and it's disorienting power could be felt by many. Another reason he selected Pendulum perhaps the class could help him overcome the darkness within his being, help him move past and overcome things the "darkness" showed him in his dreams.
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Sapphire was glad she was on earth, she'd made a big journey to get here, but here she was. She'd only been a few days, and had already grown admirable of earth's culture. It was wondrous, and despite all the things she'd heard about how nasty it could be, she knew her own race was no saints themselves. Of course what mattered was other people didn't know the horrible things their founder had done in his darker hours. She shrugged off such thoughts, looking down at an expensive watch today was the today of orientation at Z Academy. She hoped to learn alot there, wanting to be a great warrior like ancestor, not wanting to go through certain cheat cuts he'd went through, although she admitted she'd taken some short cuts in her own transgression in power.

She was currently eating a lolipop walking through the side-walk, eyeing her watch. She was looking for something to spend the rest of her zenni on, when a man rushing through the crowd pushed her, also causing her lolipop to hit the ground shattering. She could hear police sirens, an indicating that this man was on the run. "My Lolipop" Frowning she looked at the man raising her antenna, and using her own people's signature technique. Firing a pink beam at the man it hit him in the back causing him to yell out as he was converted into a cherry lollipop. She stretched her hand out to grab the candy before it hit the ground, and retracted her arm. "Now that's my kind of karma, sweet with a chocolate filling." She began licking her new lolipop, and before long took the skies. Soaring through the skies she made her way to Z Academy, which looked more impressive then Hercule City.

Considering it was the head of Capsule Corp, that was quite an astonishing feat. Making her way inside she settled down and listened to orientation. Turtle, Wolf, Crane, Pressure, Namekian, Saiyan, Dragon, Tiger, Mind, Pendulum, and Majin. She couldn't help but chuckle at the less style wondering how many others would sign up for the class, but wanting to be like the Legendary Majin Buu signing up for that class was a given. She had taken an interest in all the classes, with her race's natural affinity for learning techniques she'd taken an interest in Turtle, learning such legendary moves would be useful. But she saw a downfall many would be wanting the class, aside from Saiyan and Namekian she assumed it would be one of the most signed up for classes. She passed on that pressure was another interesting one, with how she could use manipulate her body she knew that would be useful against opponents.

Once the various masters were done speaking, the peppy girl made her way over to the sign of booth, getting numerous looks and whistles from various boys she passed. "Thank you, Thank you, I know I'm so sexy" She appreciated the attention, but knew the constant ogling would get annoying especially from the uglier males in the crowd. However she had taken notice of an extremely attractive human(Taizan), one who she wouldn't mind giving her some attenton. He seemed to be the serious type. I'm sure I can change that. Going over to the booth she began signing Namekian, Saiyan, Pressure, Mind, and Majin. Those would be the five she focused on she still had a lingering interest in pendulum, and Dragon, and even Turtle if only to show off her expertise in such legendary techniques.

However she had made her choice, and after signing up for her classes made her way to get her dorm room. Her ship had been damaged, and she had lived out there for a little while, but she was ready for a proper living space. Getting her Dorm key, she made her way to her dorm room. After a somewhat lengthy walk she made her way inside her room, and settled down plopping down on her bed. She had all but finished her lollipop, getting to the chocolate filling. Tossing the stick into a nearby trash can, she finished the chocolate filling. "Shame, probably can't go around turning people here into candy, even the annoying ones. Guess I gotta keep my stuff." She took out a box which and opened it inside were a few capsules which she'd used to stole various things in including her damaged ship. She took out one capsule and tossed it on the ground causing it to expand into various clothes, then taking another capsule she tossed it, it was time to unpack.