(Okay, I know I'm working on several stories at once now, but bear with me. I'm having writers block with both of them and this might help me get back into the swing of things.)

Legend: "This is a speech sentence."

"This is a speech sentence in a language unknown to the person it was directed at or filled with an emotion."

'This is a thought sentence or something communicated through telepathy.'

"AND THIS, IS, A SUPER SAIYAN, SPEECH SENTENCE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

'And finally, this is a Super Saiyan thought sentence.' Powering up will be the same as a Super Saiyan speech sentence.

"No... I can't lose! I WON'T GIVE UP!" an onyx haired teen shouted at a familiar ice-jinn (at least that's what I think they're called) tyrant.

"HAH! You think you can beat me, Lord Frieza?! You're more delusional than Bardock was!"

The two parties clashed, with the latter being more successful than the former. Still, the teen refused to stop fighting, unable to just let Frieza do as he pleased. Even if he died, he would show that there will never be an end to the tyrant's struggles. Finally something gave, and it wasn't the boy's spirit.

With the rage of a thousand planets, the teen let out a powerful shout that lingered for longer than what could be considered normal.

"I WILL NOT LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIIIIS! I WILL NOT JUST LET YOU MESS WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS! HAVE YOU SAID YOUR PRAYERS?! CAUSE I DIDN'T HEAR THEM!" he shouted, the transformation holding just long enough to get in a few attacks before his stamina gave in and he began to fall. Conveniently for Frieza, this meant his transformation was up as well.

Suddenly everything was black, a sinking feeling coming over him. It was like he was in water, but was quickly replaced by a chill and rushing air. It was loud, but the boy had bigger concerns. With an explosion-like shock wave, he crashed into the ground and created a small, but deep crater. Struggling to move, he grabbed the edge and pulled himself up and out, forcing himself to his feet.

"Furī... za..." he groaned. Everything seemed to stop, his body quickly getting real intimate with the ground. The boy's head turned to the side, his half opened eyes meeting Louise's. She felt a strange, intense pride. A large smile broke over her face, but that smile was quickly replaced with worry when a voice suddenly sent one of the students to get someone to heal him.

"Louise, complete the ritual, it may buy him some time before we get him some proper care!" Colbert instructed, Louise immediately doing as she was told. The kiss she gave him lasted longer than she'd have liked, but there was no other way...

Forcing her eyes open, Louise woke up from a rather deep sleep. She got dressed as she recalled the strange dream she had, seeing two strange people dressed in some form of battle suits. They were fighting her familiar, who appeared to be overpowering him. The teen's clothes were ruined, and the top had been all but destroyed.

He seemed to be fighting with everything he had, but it wasn't enough. One of the two fighters turned to her, taking aim at her with his finger. She could hear the other one talking to her familiar in a tone she didn't like. It sounded like his opponent was flirting with him. Well, it sounded like it. She couldn't really understand the language.

Whether it was to get him flustered or if it was that she wanted him to say something to her didn't really matter, as it wasn't working. The other had fired something at her. Whatever it was shot through her like a bullet and blood flew out of the wound as it exited through the back of her calf. Louise was on. The ground, in pain, but a faith in her familiar to save her remained intact, so she refused to scream.

She was hit in several other areas, such as her shoulders, arms and her at the time good leg. Then the man appeared in front of her and applied intense pressure to her leg, the initial wound actually. The pain forced a scream out of her. Her familiar turned to her and his demeanor changed instantly.

He shook with anger. No, it wasn't anger. It was rage. Her familiar was absolutely livid, this rage unknowingly sparking a transformation. Before she could see what it looked like, her vision became blurry and she woke up soon after, having only seen the silhouette of her familiar with a vastly different hair style and rushing at her with a newfound speed before coming back to consciousness.

She made her way to the courtyard, where everyone was making some sort of conversation with their familiar. Louise couldn't help but feel bad for her's. He was probably still out cold. This thought was derailed as she heard someone walking out the door behind her. He spoke in a language she hadn't heard before, and therefore assumed it was her familiar and was shocked to see him completely fine. Sure he was in the skilled hands of water mages, but to have recovered from life threatening wounds in under twenty four hours was absurd. Impossible even.

"Dareka ga sudeni Furīza uchimashita ka? Shikashi, dare ga sore o okonau no ni jūbun'na hodo tsuyoi nodaru ka?" he said, whatever it meant. The only word she recognized was Furīza from when he said it before passing out. His speech was a little deeper than she'd have expected, but it didn't bother her. What DID bother her, was that the language he spoke was similar to the one in her dream. This confirmed that he had some sort of connection to the two in her dream or whatever it was. She sighed and gulped.

"Hey, Kirche, come over here please. I just woke up and it appears my familiar can't speak our language. Please take care of it for me. What's more is that he's recovered far faster than any person known in history." Louise called to the redhead she referred to as "Kirche". Taking the chance to flirt with him, the girl in question walked over and muttered a few words. With a final motion, she pointed at him and an explosion erupted where Louise's familiar was. The two were a bit ruffled, but there wasn't anything serious except a few singes to their hairs. Louise was sure her familiar was on the ground, but was shocked to hear his voice and he didn't even sound bothered at all.

"You know, if you wanted to spar you could have just told me." he said, the smoke clearing to show her familiar in a rather open stance. (I'm referring to Vegeta's stance before he fought Goku for the first time.)

"No no cutie. We don't want to fight. What's your name" Kirche said, walking over to him rather quickly as he lowered his stance. His expression became crestfallen, disappointment in his small sigh.

"My name's Izura. Who're you two?" he asked. They were about to answer, but he heard another girl looking for some guy named Guiche. Being the helpful guy he was, he flew over and landed next to her.

"What's this guy you're looking for look like?" he asked, startling the girl.

"Ahh! Oh, sorry, you kinda scared me. Anyway, he's got blond fancy hair, an open shirt with frills on the cuffs and along the v of his shirt." she cooed, swooning at the thought of her 'beloved'. With a quick look, Guiche was found, pointed out, and the familiar was out of the situation. Or at least he was until two girls shouted at and slapped the blonde. With a quick glare, the blonde turned to the onyx haired teen and strode over.

"You are a mere peasant, and a familiar to boot! Yet you mocked me- a noble, even making two beautiful girls cry!~" he growled with false chivalry, jabbing the teen in the chest. Guiche was shocked to find that Izura didn't budge and instead, his finger felt a throbbing pain.

"What are you gonna do, fight me?" Izura asked, laughing a little bit. Guiche smiled and took a pose not unlike someone from the Ginyu Force would do. Izura tried hard not to laugh, considering the Ginyu Force was often mocked behind their backs for potentially being in one homosexual polygamy. Now that he thought about it Izura thought that was plain nasty.

"But of course. Any man worth his salt should be easily able to honor the request of a duel." Guiche said as he put on his smolder face. Izura, however, promptly started laughing.

"He doesn't really plan on-" Louise began before Izura broke his laugh to jeer at the blonde, effectively cutting her off.

"Oh how cute! The playboy thinks he's so cool! Not only that but he thinks he can beat me and he's known me for all of five seconds." he mocked, Guiche quickly becoming angry. However, he flinched hard when Izura's expression became serious.

"I'd bet you're the type of guy who cowers behind the strength of others or summons pathetic creatures to do his fighting for him. If you truly think you can beat me, go ahead. Make. My. Day." he said, Guiche quickly regaining his bravado and smirking confidently.

"Izura you'd better-" she started once more, this time Guiche being the one to cut her off.

"Vestori Square! There we shall have a duel!" the blonde smirked.

"If you're so eager to duel me, then why not do things here?" Izura smirked. His blood was starting to boil with excitement. He hadn't found someone he could take his anger out on since he started growing up as a kid.

"Fine then, we shall do things here. I hope you're not weakened from having been bedridden for so long." the challenger said, taking a few paces away to put a good few meters between them.

"HOLD IT! Izura, you WILL NOT participate in this duel! Apologize and cease this madness at once!" Louise growled, having gotten fed up with her familiar's lack of obedience.

"You don't fucking own me, so stop telling me what I can and cannot do. I am a proud warrior, and while I don't plan on causing him physical harm, I will rock his world. And you need to relax before someone gives you a kick in the ass." Izura growled back. Her classmates would have laughed if they didn't realize that there was something this familiar was hiding. Guiche looked genuinely concerned, but played it off to be concern for the "peasant". How ignorant he was to the situation.

So, what'd you think? Please tell me. I'm just getting into these longer chapters.