Age 527, Planet Sadala, Universe 7

Peparia stood over Rutin as he meditated. The boy had come a long way over the last six months. He was calmer, more confident. He wasn't scared the way he had been the previous year. And his thoughts were more tranquil, more still.

The fact that Peparia had been training the boy in her family's martial arts had helped in Rutin's training. The boy had learned discipline and had gained confidence because of it. The fact that he was a far better fighter was a bonus for him, of course, but being able to control himself, to dominate his Beast, that was the ultimate goal.

Peparia reached into Rutin's mind and touched his thoughts. Knowing how Rutin's patterns worked was an important part of the training. Peparia had to poke and prod, trying to bring up the Beast inside the boy's mind, to see how well he could quell it.

And Rutin was succeeding. Each time Peparia brought up those feelings of rage, of fury, of a desire to destroy, Rutin had beaten it back down. He forced his Beat into submission.

But the important part was not whether he could control his Beast in a controlled, quiet environment. No, the important part was whether or not Rutin could control his Beast when it was bubbling up to the surface, screaming in his ears, demanding that he destroy.

And yet, Peparia was not worried. And she was not worried because she had secretly been using the Power Ball technique; she had been allowing Rutin to train in the Great Ape form in a controlled environment, under the supervision of his trainer, but also of member of the Full Moon Patrol, and a Super Saiyan to boot. And Rutin had done as he was told while in that state every time. There was nothing for him to fear come the next full moon.

"Alright," Peparia said, uncrossing her arms. "You're ready. Get some rest, and I'll see you tonight."

Rutin opened his eyes and looked up at Peparia, and he showed no fear. This time, he'd be ready. This time, he wouldn't hurt anybody. He stood from the mat he had been sitting on and bounded out the door, ready for his moment.

5 hours later, Peparia and Rutin stood across from each other in the Parlee fields, ready for what was to come. Rutin was sitting in his jumpsuit in his meditation position, his feet underneath him, his head bowed slightly, doing his best to stay calm. Peparia, however, was clad in the custom armor set her family had made for her; the same sleeveless jumpsuit, the same chest piece, the same gauntlets and boots. The only thing that truly marked her as a Full Moon Patroller was the computer placed over her left ear. This computer looked much like the scouters they gave to children, though it lacked the ability to sense ki, since adults who used them were expected to sense ki on their own. No, the Full Moon Patrol computers were communication devices, first and foremost, with the ability to bring up data on anyone in their database, which right now, was the children out in the field.

Peparia exhaled a breath, ready for what was to come. Her transformation made her the strongest one out in the fields by far, so it was her job to react first to anyone who was out of control; she was stronger and faster than anyone by far right now. And as soon as the sun finished setting, she'd need to transform herself.

Peparia looked up and down the line of children, reminded of the time she was on that side of line. She remembered how exciting her first full moon was, and how she wanted to prove that she was growing up and was ready for additional responsibility. It was a good memory, a reminder of better times.

But she wasn't 6 anymore. The last 21 years had changed her perspective on the full moon. Hell, the last year had changed her perspective on the full moon; it was a night of responsibility, of duty, of fear. She was afraid of a rampaging child, of a failure of herself or one of her cousins to train the child properly. She was afraid that something like what happened to Celes would happen to someone else. And she didn't want anyone to have to feel like she had felt that night and since.

But that didn't matter right now. All that mattered right now was control and power. And she had both; the mark of Yamoshi granted her 50 times the power she had in her base, 5 times more than any Great Ape. SHE was ready for tonight.

The sun set, and the Master of Ceremonies began his announcements. He went through the same speech he did every three months when the full moon rose. About they were responsible for their actions, how they had to clear their minds and fight their Beasts.

He went on to say how he was proud of them for completing their training. He said they were all ready for this night and wished them luck. He then told them to look up, which was both a command to the children and the half a dozen Full Moon Patrollers who were going transform in case a child got away.

This meant it was time for Peparia to transform. She calmed her mind and raised her power. And soon enough, a golden aura started emanating from her; she was once again a Super Saiyan, and she was ready for battle.

She watched as the children began their own transformations. A transformation that looked painful. All that pulsing and growing, something she never realized when she was younger. And she realized just how necessary those stretching jumpsuits were.

She watched as Rutin finished his own transforming, and he stood there, patiently. And in that moment, she knew he was ready. He followed the commands of the Master of Ceremonies told them to sit, and he did so. Then, he told them to stand, and he did so. Peparia took to the air, prepared in case the worst came to pass, and watched as Rutin followed the command to run to the line. And as she watched this, Peparia spoke into her communicator, telling them that her charge ready for play.

But when Rutin was told to play, he did something unexpected; he sat on his knees and bowed his head, almost if he was meditating. And it was in that moment when Peparia heard something inside her mind; Rutin was trying to communicate with her telepathically. She was shocked; she hadn't taught him anything about telepathy at all, not even in their martial arts training.

Rutin's thoughts were primitive; creating words was hard for him in this state. It was a simple "Peparia….doing…okay?" that entered Peparia's mind.

"You're okay, Rutin," Peparia said back, her telepathy far more refined from 20 years of practice. "Now, go play with the others. You've earned it."

"Okay," Rutin sent back to Peparia, and stood. He looked Peparia right in the eyes, nodded, and headed off to meet the other children.

Peparia was exhausted the next morning. Having to maintain her Super Saiyan state for hours on end was rough, even with as much control she had over it. There were limits to even this far less demanding transformation, and Peparia had nearly reached them. She needed sleep, and she needed food, just like everyone involved in this night did.

But even with how tired she was, she looked upon Rutin happily. She had done her job; she had prepared him for the full moon. But she didn't think their time together should end. The boy had so much potential, once he got over his fear. He'd even shown it with his basic telepathy, something not even Peparia had been able to accomplish at 7. He'd have a future ahead of him, far greater than his commoner birth would grant him, if only granted the right opportunities.