Three years later...
"Ok, everyone get with your sparring partner," Dynes instructed his students, "remember the graduation exams are tomorrow, so train hard, but not so hard that you can't participate."
Jason ran to Ackos, "hey, Ackos, how are you today?" Jason and Ackos had become very good friends over the last three years. Sparring together, they talked and fought constantly.
Ackos ran his fingers through his lavender hair, "I am fine, a little sore from yesterday, though. Let's take it easier today, alright?"
Jason was a little sore from the maneuvers that dynes had put them through the previous day as well. "Sure, we'll take it easy today," Jason replied.
"Ready!" Dynes yelled, Jason and Ackos faced each other about 20 feet apart, as did every other sparring pair. "Set!" continued Dynes after a pause, and Jason and Ackos took their fighting stances. "Go!" Dynes finished, Ackos charged Jason, who remained still, bracing himself for the impact. Ackos swung with a hard right, but Jason blocked it with his forearm. Ackos then tried a left jab, which was blocked by Jason's other forearm. Jason then did a backflip, kicking Ackos in the chin. Jason landed his backflip a couple feet back, and watched as Ackos landed on his feet about 10 feet away from him. Both fighters charged each other, Ackos parrying Jason's attempted uppercut. Ackos then proceeded to elbow Jason in the stomach, shove him back with his foot, and, before Jason could recover, elbow Jason in the face. Jason staggered back and fell on his butt.
"You have improved," Jason said as he got back up, brushing himself off.
"So have you," Ackos said with a smile, "ready, go!" Ackos quickly got into a fighting stance and shot forward as he said the last two words. Jason did his best to prepare for the assault, but he was feeling increasingly overwhelmed. Jason's blocks and parries were becoming increasingly hurried and sloppy, he was tiring out. Ackos, while definitely using up his energy, seemed to have some to spare. Jason was constantly on the defensive, he was getting desperate. Jason made one last shot for victory. Ducking under Ackos' fists, Jason did a swinging kick as Ackos' feet, tripping him up. Jason then lunged at Ackos, elbowing him in the stomach, causing him to fly backward.
"Take this!" Jason yelled as he clenched his right fist, surrounding it in his energy. Before Ackos had even hit the ground Jason was at him again going for an energized uppercut to finish him off. Ackos saw it coming and blocked it with both hands. Jason was now out of power, and both fighters knew it. Ackos kicked Jason, who flew many feet. Just as Jason landed, his back on the ground, in a daze, Ackos was right on top of him. Ackos landed hard on Jason's stomach with his knee, knocking the latter out.
When Jason came to, several minutes later, he sat up. "Oh, what happened?" he asked as he felt the pain in his abdomen.
"I, uh," Ackos began, "well, I knocked you out."
"I thought we said we were going to go easier," Jason replied, still not fully aware of his surroundings.
"Sorry, but you were going all out too," Ackos bent over, hands on his knees. He was still somewhat tired from the fight.
Jason looked around to see that everyone else had finished their sparring matches and Dynes was about to speak, "good, everyone, good. Tomorrow will be the graduation exam. I'll repeat one last time the procedure of the exam. First you will show us, the judges, your melee skills by demonstrating it on wooden posts. Then you will show us your skill with energy manipulation by destroying a small boulder with an energy attack. Finally you will have a match with a classmate as an opponent. You will not know the match ups until it is your turn to fight. The match will show us your overall battle skills," Dynes lectured, "now, go home and get some rest and we will see you tomorrow."
Jason and Ackos said their goodbyes and Jason took off towards his home, which was little more than a room made of wood boards and his bed of hay. He had only left the training ground a few minutes when he heard something.
"I'm sorry," Rodd, a short black haired kid, begged, "but I need to go right home after training today, so please don't beat me up today. Couldn't you just beat me up later?"
"Sorry, but I am a little stiff," Jason recognized the kid speaking as Estar, the class bully, "and pounding you might just be the remedy I need." Estar raised his fist, and punched Rodd in the face, which cause Rodd to fall to the ground. Estar continued to pound Rodd, wasn't even trying to put up a fight. Standing not far away was Brock, a short dark tan boy who was Estar's lackey.
Jason watched this all transpire, and he felt anger well up inside him. He was bullied by Estar often as well, and he was getting fed up with it. He hated people who picked on others for amusement. He wanted to help, but he was so much weaker than Estar and Brock, and he was even slightly weaker than Rodd. He was afraid. Then he saw blood on the ground, Rodd's blood. Jason lost control, he charged and jumped into the air, propelling himself at Estar. Both of Jason's feet connected with Estar's shoulder, sending him flying a few feet. Jason landed prone on the ground. He got back up, then what he had done hit him. He couldn't believe he had just attacked one of the most powerful people in his class. 'Well, too late to stop now' Jason thought. He helped Rodd up, "you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," replied Rodd, wiping the blood off his face and dusting the dirt off his animal skin clothes.
"Darn you!" Estar cursed as he got up, "I was going to leave you alone today, Jason, but now I will pound you both!" Estar turned to Brock, "You stay out of this," he said, "I want to do this alone." Brock agreed.
Jason turned to Rodd, "we'll have to do this together," he told him. Rodd agreed, getting into a fighting stance. Jason followed suit.
Estar smiled, "do you really think even both of you together stand a chance against me?" He charged, striking Rodd in the side, sending him to the ground. Jason punched Estar in the gut, but it seemed to have little, if any, effect on him. Estar spun and kicked Jason in the stomach, sending him flying several yards. Rodd got back up, just to be kicked toward Jason by Estar. Jason caught Rodd, but got struck in the back by Estar multiple times. Jason dropped Rodd and fell to the ground, Estar continued to beat them for a good while. When he was finished, he wiped the blood off his knucles and ran off.
After laying there for about an hour, Rodd and Jason finally got up, battered and bruised. Jason spoke first, "well, that was fun, wasn't it?"
Rodd noticed the sarcasm in Jason's voice, he replied, "yeah, I know what you mean." The two dusted themselves off. Rodd extended his hand, "Thanks for helping me today, I just don't seem to have the confidence to fight at my best, I just freeze up. I don't know if I will be able to do the exam tomorrow."
Jason shook Rodd's extended hand, "you're welcome, and you will do fine tomorrow, just believe in yourself." The two talked awhile and Rodd asked Jason if he would like to spend the night at his house, so that Jason wouldn't have to sleep in his damp little wood box. Jason agreed and the two went to rest up for the next day.
The Beginning of the Graduation saga! I hope you like it, this saga will have bigger fights, most notably chapters 5,6, and 7. Over the last couple days I have been planning the sagas after this one, and I will say I am exited, so bear with me a little. you may have noticed the chapters getting longer, this is a trend I intend to continue.
Here are the Power levels for the tournament saga of Dragon Ball. Remember that these are the power levels for this fan fiction, if you don't agree with them just keep it to yourself. If you have any legitimate questions I would love to hear them.
World Tournement Saga
Yamcha: 70
Krillin: 90
Goku: 110
-Giant Ape: 1,100
Jackie Chun (Master Roshi): 140
Bacterian: 25
Ranfan: 19
Giran: 65
Nam: 90
Lastly, I would like to clarify something. These Saiyans are not full blooded. Just if you were unsure, I wanted to tell you. More on them later in the story.