Conton City; place of miracles. Time and space held no true value in this strange place, and those who served as the vanguards of history often could be classed in with this same enigma.

From the mighty warrior Saiyan race to even the bold and brave Namekians, to even the strange and unorthodox Majins; the like that came to Conton City to become Time Patrollers were some of the best and the brightest from their own timelines and their own realities, having converged there to protect history, and ensure time went along as it should.

Standing at the gates to Orange Star High was the example of one of these strange and odd races…a Frost Demon; the same ilk that the maniacal galactic overlord Frieza who much of history either feared or laughed at.

The one standing in front of the school now was a tall one; standing at about a solid 6'3 in height, as compared to Frieza's dwarf frame. Maroon red skin covered their entire form, and deep silver bone-like armor covered the Frost Demon's chest, forearms, and obviously head, with his fingers being clad in olive green fingerless gloves. On his lower chest, arms, and head he had a green dazzling emerald bio-gem, the sunlight reflecting off them just enough to give them an ominous glimmer. His feet were bare, the three toed reptilian claws tapping the floor as his tail swayed to and fro as it saw fit; almost as if the appendage had a mind of its own. His head was the startling part; a vizer made from bone covering his mouth and obscuring it, while his eyes were a serpentine cyan hue, the slit pupils taking in the view of the school, as two black horns jolted from his head; akin to that of a bull of sorts. However, he wore something out of the norm; dressed in a pair of green and black shorts reaching his knees, the "Latest Fashion" as said by the many vendor robots but even he doubted that. He stood noble and proud, looking up at the school where he was to learn and train how to become one of the amazing Time Patrollers; the young Frost Demon having been pulled from his own timeline due to being selected from something…great; call it destiny.

But he didn't want to spit at this opportunity…it was something not many ever got the chance to do.

"Oh! You're here!" A young, jubilee voice caught his focus; head moving to look…down, at someone. She was tiny compared to him, barely coming up to reach his side. Her skin was a light pink hue, hair a darker shade of the same color, and she had an aura of both power and yet at the same time…youth; like a child given too much power and had gotten drunken from it. "Welcome to the Time Patroller Academy, where Time Patrollers learn the skills and tricks needed to defend history from all sorts of changes and problems! I'm the Supreme Kai of Time…sooooo…I pretty much decide who does what to history." Her hands rested on her hips, looking up to his obscured face. "And who are you? We don't get a lot of Frost Demons here but I'm glad to see one here none the less."

"…Gelid." He finally spoke, voice a tad distorted due to the bone mouthpiece covering his mouth, the reptilian alien kneeling down to be somewhat eye level with the Kai. "And it's a pleasure to be here ma'am. I'm here to do my part to ensure history remains unchanged, no matter the cost."

"Great! Anyhow, go on and go talk to the little robot up front while I talk with Trunks about getting you a room and board in the Business District; might have to share with someone but, I'm sure it'll be nothing." He shrugged to that, made sense considering Conton City seemed like it didn't have that many rooms and places for people to sleep and rest. The small girl walked past Gelid; the Frost Demon standing back up and gradually approaching the front doors, seeing the robot spoke of sitting there. It rapidly shot up to look at him, nearly catching him by surprise.

"Welcome! I shall escort you to your first class of the day!"

That was fast. The door was opened and the little bot rolled in, with Gelid following in tow; cat-like eyes taking in the winding halls and the muffled sounds of classes going on with other Time Patrollers.

"Here at this school, all Time Patrollers are educated on what to and not to do while on Time Patrol as well as honing their skills in case they must tend to something extreme, like the resurrection of Frieza or even Cell." The bot stopped sharply and turned, pointing to a room that Gelid was able to note read 117.

"This is your class! Lectures last typically one hour and forty minutes and the other hour is used for applying the lessons and training. Lunch is at twelve o'clock. Have fun and remember, you are history's greatest hero!" And with that it was gone, Gelid's maroon hand reaching out to grasp the bronze doorknob and twist slowly, opening the door and stepping inside.

"As you can see here in your books that the Z-Warriors fought all they could against the threat and-" The Professor was a Namekian, who turned to look at Gelid once he entered, as did much of the class. His eyes trailed over slowly, able to see that many of them were Earthlings, Majins, and a few even being Saiyans and the works; the class was diverse and mixed with life, something Gelid saw some comfort in.

Back on topic however, he heard the Namekian instructor ask him something, the Frost Demon asking him to repeat that.

"I asked for your name son; what is it?"

"Gelid, I'm new to…well Conton City entirely. I just showed up here after getting a hasty explanation from someone with violet hair."

"Oh, that must be Trunks! He goes into different timelines to recruit new Time Patrollers for defending history; you must be the latest Frieza Race brought here."

"I guess so…but…I'm a Frost Demon; that's what my race is called."

"Ah, apologies son. Anyhow please take a seat where you see fit; we're going over the chapter in Earth's History regarding the Saiyans attacking in Goku's absence. In about twenty minutes we'll move on to the Gym so you all can spar and train." His three toed feet moved him up the light stairs after the professor handed him a notebook and some pens, having noticed he brought none; some self-conscious emotions making Gelid opt for the seat in the top row, distant from the others. His tail thumped the ground behind him, as he opened the notebook and started to write things down and take firm notes over the information.

"So you're the new guy?" A calm voice to his right caught his focus; Gelid looking over to see someone seated next to him. The speaker was a head shorter than him, with deep brown skin, and firmly braided hair into cornrows. He wore a grey muscle shirt with the Time Patrol logo on the back of it, pants baggy and grey, and to finish his look he wore a pair of black boots. He was clearly an Earthling, though he seemed more calm about things, not even taking notes. "Cool, the name's Otto; yours is Gelid, right?"

"Indeed it is, but why aren't you taking notes, Otto? Won't this be on an exam?"

"Psh, it won't be. This crap's so basic that it won't even show up on a pop quiz. Now the real complicated stuff comes if we look at that whole Cell stuff; even more so if we're talkin' about those Black Star Balls."

"…ah, I see." Despite Otto's words Gelid continued to take notes for the rest of class, not wanting to make a bad impression on his professor so early. The bell rang and the Namekian looked up, rubbing one of his antenna.

"Ah, I see it's time for lunch. Everyone, you know the drill; be back in thirty minutes and then we'll all migrate to the gym for sparing. Don't eat too much…don't wanna puke on the field." Gelid was accompanied by Otto to the cafeteria and once they passed through the lengthy line they settled at a brown table to eat.

However, Gelid felt like someone was staring holes in the back of his head, turning briefly to look at one of the far away tables.

Several Saiyans were staring at him; some with cocky gazes, but some had hardened death glares…an unsettling notion.

"Otto…what's wrong with them?" The Earthling glanced, and winced slightly, shoveling some of the chicken soup into his mouth.

"We were going over the death of the Saiyans one day in class…they didn't exactly take too happily to the fact your kind was responsible…or…at least one of you was."

"My kind? But…I don't remember something like that. As far as I remember we were…having our own affairs on our home planet before I was pulled here."

"Ahhh…fish outta water. I get that feelin'; I mean I got pulled outta my timeline where those androids wiped out…sorta…everyone." Gelid did rub his chin…everyone here was pulled from timelines and realities where things were either out of order…or were on the verge of collapsing.

Maybe it was because the best of the best began to shine in their darkest out.

"Best to avoid 'em," Otto waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "They're the de facto stars of the school…strongest warrior in history was a Saiyan, so a lot see them as akin to him and treat them with the same respect."

"And my race gets fury and hated then?" Gelid asked, mouthpiece rupturing before the bones literally snapped down and away, almost retracting so he could dip his spoon into the chicken soup he had and sip the broth. "It doesn't matter…I have no reason to fight them or start something with them."

"That's the spirit…still is that how Frost Demons eat with those masks on? Never thought that was possible."

"They're just formed from bone tissues; we can remove them after disconnecting our nerve endings from them entirely or by retracting the bones back into our bodies via a lengthy process of time. We just can't do this for our head itself but for my torso armor I can remove it via that way."

Gelid at least saw some comfort in enlightening a friend.

"Alright, today we're sparing today!" The professor announced to the class, as they stood inside the gym…or rather something entirely the opposite.

Once Gelid had crossed through the doors he anticipated just a gymnasium with some random trinkets, but instead he was given an entire void like realm; akin to the mysterious and unorthodox hyperbolic time chamber…just reading about that thing gave the Frost Demon a headache. He refocused when the Namekian Professor continued with his instruction to the class regarding their sparing matches.

"This is not a fight of severe magnitude; we're just accessing how strong each of you are to determine where you need improvement. Now, I know this'll be rhetorical, but do we have any volunteers," Several hands went up. "Anyone not a Saiyan? I know you all enjoy fighting but let's try to let the others have a crack at things." The hands lowered down, and Gelid lifted his hand slightly.

"I'd like to try, professor. I understand that I'm new but-"

"It's okay, Gelid…in fact I'm glad you're the first one up. Had no one said anything the Sayins would just get another chance to wreck the battlefield." The Frost Demon did gain some glances from amongst the class, but he did his best to tune It out and focus. "So, who to spar against Gelid?"

"I will." A more burly Saiyan spoke up, uncrossing his arms. He wore the typical armor they were iconic for, but his was colored black and red. His pants were the same color of black, boots being the same hue as his armor. His skin was a pale color, hair being a deep black hue that reached his lower neck; one tuff spiked out and jotting out the front of his head. He was clearly one of the more powerful Sayains there…that wasn't a good thing. The Namekian Professor did rub his chin, before finally shaking his head.

"I'm afraid not, Vocado. We don't want our newest Time Patroller to endure extreme damage—"

"I'll fight him; a Time Patroller's not to fear anything, correct?" Really, Gelid didn't know what made him consider fighting someone much stronger than him aside from unseen peer pressure. However it did make many of the Saiyans look over to him, and finally Vocado uncrossed his arms.

"So, let's see what the frozen reptile can do." Everyone parted and cleared a path when the Saiyan rushed at Gelid without warning; the latter's arms rising just in time to block the strike and skid back slightly. His tail lifted and lashed out; striking the foe across the head and giving Gelid enough time to jump back, getting some distance between him and Vocado.

"Very good, first day and you're already using good tactics, Gelid." The professor spoke, as the Frost Demon waited for another strike to come. Vocado rushed forward again, though this time he lifted his foot just in time to plant it on Gelid's chest; the pain being enough for him to grunt and lose focus; Vocado's heel connecting with the side of his head and forcing him to hit the ground with a hard thud. Despite the severity of the impact he still stood, tapping the side of his face to feel the dent in the bone tissue.

"Quite the impact there…" Gelid mused, noticing Vocado this time wasn't moving or lunging. In fact he was just standing there…energy coursing about him.

"Kaioken!" Burning red energy coursed around the Saiyan, and he lunged again. This time Gelid jerked himself right; ducking past the blitzkrieg of an attack and giving him the chance to shoot his fist forward; bringing it up to slam into Vocado's head. The resulting crack of the impact made many wince, but the Saiyan was far from hurt; landing nearby and wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Tch, you actually pissed me off…good goin'. Means I gotta stop playin' with ya."

"Considering the lack of damage you inflicted, playing is right." Vocado's hands moved, and blinding blue energy formed along his hands, a distorted humming noise filling the air. It was extremely clear he was using the Kamehameha Ki Blast, and the problem was Gelid didn't know what could stop that.

"Ka….me….ha…me…" He had to do something. "HHHHAAAAA!" Gelid wasn't fast enough, and the beam connected; hands outstretched as he tried in vain to hold the blast back. His palms seared, his muscles burned, but he saw no other alternative aside from just enduring and hoping he could come up with a viable solution.

And then the beam overwhelmed him, Gelid's vision blurring before everything went dark.

"….s he comin' too?"

"Hold on, give him some space."

His eyes shot open, Gelid taking in the concerned faces of much of the class as his vision rapidly unblurred and adjusted despite the ungodly pain he was in. The professor was knelt next to him, tapping Gelid's head to get his attention, holding what looked like a green bean of sorts.

"Senzu Bean; these tend to heal all wounds instantly and restore a good portion of stamina; godsends really." His mouthpiece slid down and the bean was dropped; Gelid chewing it up as best he could before swallowing it down and feeling the pain in his limbs gradually wain away. "I'll be honest, you surprised many of us."

"How so? I lost."

"Vocado has a habit of beating people into submission in less than a few minutes. You're the first to go a good while, and even then you gave him a good run for his money."

"Lucky me," The mouthpiece rose back up to cover his face; Gelid shakily standing up and rubbing his head. "I survived a short while longer than most people." The professor pat his back, shaking his head to that notion.

"Don't think of it like that; at least now I can see you don't really have any gap closers or any abilities that allow you to keep damage going. Can you even fly?"

"…not entirely no; I never learned." The Namekian chuckled a bit, waving his hand to tell the class to return to the classroom so the next class could use the gym.

"Well there's step one; after class I'll try and get you set up with a mentor to teach you how to get that step down, and then from there I'll see who'd be willing to teach you some skills and techniques to fight with. Who knows; maybe next fight you'll be able to beat Vocado easily."

…that thought did bring the reptile some comfort. It gave him something to shoot for.

Once classes concluded Gelid was escorted to the dorms where he'd be spending his time resting. The one leading him was one of the seasoned Time Patrollers, the one called Trunks based on what the…small pink girl told him.

Gelid was entirely convinced that was just some child wandering around with a bird.

"Alright, room 445. And you're in luck too; the original owner of this room unleased from it a few days ago. He said he was gonna go try his hand at roaming time for any and all imperfections." Gelid shrugged, Trunks handing him the keycard needed for the room. "Anyhow, classes start every weekday at 9AM sharp, and as you can tell now they end around 4PM. After classes end you're free to roam Conton City as you see fit and do whatever you please; once you take on official Time Patrol business time could become short so bear that in mind. But, aside from that, have fun, stay safe, and keep on going." And with that the violet haired teen was gone, Gelid unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The room seemed designed for two people clearly; a long narrow hall connecting two rooms filled with various things, including beds, desks, and other things. Gelid stepped inside and closed the door behind himself, the lights clicking on illuminating his path enough for him to take the room on the left; it seemed in the least bit of a messy, disoriented state, meaning the original owner of the room didn't use this room.

"…Time Patrol." Gelid muttered, plating himself on the bed and resting his hands in his lap. "…this makes no sense yet…it's my title and curse to bear. Pulled from my own timeline and placed here…to ensure history doesn't fall apart at the seams and the universe come to an end. I wonder if I'll ever leave this career…find myself back in my own timeline with this information that at the end there's something bigger…I guess I'll never know. The best thing I can do…play it out, and see what happens." Gelid stood and lumbered over to his desk, hand reaching down to flip open the textbook that had been setting there, his serpentine eyes scanning over the text on many Ki Blasts.

"…and I know just how to begin."

(Another endevour I'm working on. I've noticed a slight lack on DB Xenoverse things despite the new game dropping a few weeks ago. So thus I'm adding my own two cents in with the character I used in Xenoverse 2. I want to see where this new project can go and I'm hoping it can go somewhere much further than originally anticipated what with the game's extensive options and creativity flowing. Leave a like and a review, hell even PM OCs you might wanna see in this story; could be a fun tactic.)