Jason awoke an hour later, feeling very dazed. He was in a steel room. Max apparently had tried making it appear friendlier by adding a few household items such as hairspray and toothpaste. Nevertheless it still looked like a prison cell, and he couldn't help feeling that despite Max's idea of him being his learner, that Jason would still be treated well but with great reluctance, knowing his loyalty to the side of good. He looked outside his window, noticing that the ship was slowly drifting off somewhere or another. Jason started as one of the Orcas flew past, amazingly swift, as it chased down drone fighters. Its arsenal was all as impressive as Max had proclaimed it to be, as its pulse lasers easily hunted down and obliterated the robotic drones.

Max: "Remarkable aren't they?"

Jason turned around, his heart skipping a beat. Max had opened a door with a keypad. Jason had a feeling that Max wouldn't be revealing the code anytime soon. Max was motioning for him to come with him. Jason followed. Max was taking him down a corridor. He noticed that it seemed to be a fashion to run through the halls at all times between areas. Jason figured this must be why Max had everything done so quickly. People who passed didn't dare to gasp in Max's presence, but it was apparent seeing him so close by was beyond unnerving.

Max: "You probably wonder why you have been chosen, and not someone powerful from another planet to assist me."

Jason gave the smallest of nods.

Max: "I'll tell you. Firstly, because you are not entirely hopeless. You are not fully loyal to those miscreants, so, your mold still has time to set. Second, Saiyans are, and always will be the most powerful creatures in the Universe. You see, unlike other creatures, Saiyans tend to pass on the dregs of their illustrious power to their offspring, meaning the next generation doesn't have to start their power off from scratch as the humans do. The power is passed on, so I shall have an heir to continue my legacy should I perish without bearing offspring. And I am sure you would replace me well, should the unlikely happen and I do in fact die."

Jason: "I could already tell I wasn't anywhere near the strength of J-Dude and you, that's why I busted the chains instead. What makes you think I could possibly level up to your strength?"

Max: "Because I do not forget where I come from. You had only become Super Saiyan, but as I remember it, you are already more powerful than I was when I became an Ascended Super Saiyan. I sense vast potential in you. You will become great one day."

Jason: "So that's it all along. You just want to make sure that if I do become powerful, that I'm on your side."

Max: "Correct, but I also sense the seeds of evil, the fire of ambition within you. You have been trampled on in the game of life am I right? Always second fiddle to others just because of your differences? With my guidance, you can take that precedent trauma and turn it into rage, and feel the satisfaction as you prove the Universe who you are, and punish your former antagonists for their arrogance and neglect!"

Jason: "As in sink to their level? Not likely."

Max had led him into a huge room that was full of many obstacles and machines, whose function Jason had yet to know.

Max: "I'm certain you'll see otherwise in due time. Welcome to my training room. A tad spacious, but perfect for my needs."

Max walked to the center of the room, and looked on at him in a face full of challenge.

Max: "Now, I want you to turn Super Saiyan, to begin."

Jason looked almost sheepishly at him.

Jason: "I, uh… I don't know how."

Max: "You mean, you don't know how to keep it? Understandable. When I did it first, I settled for staying in that form as long as I could rather than letting it go. That will be the first thing to work on then. The rage from your childhood, the unfairness in your life, harness it. Let it out in a torrent! Bellow in indignity and hatred and spite!"

Jason didn't want to follow his orders, but then, he might be able to use this knowledge against him. And beyond that, J-Dude and the others might just sense him. Jason began to yell, doing as Max said, but he couldn't find anything sufficient. His hair did indeed spike upward and lengthen, but it didn't burn golden, nor did the awesome atmosphere of energy surround him. Soon, he couldn't concentrate anymore, and his hair fell back into an untidy matt. He was panting; he didn't realize it would take so much out of him. Now he knew what Edd meant about the strain of gathering energy. He expected Max to be in a full fury, incensed by his failure, but it seemed that he was being patient, as they continued through the day, only stopping at meals. Jason now noticed that one of the walls concealed a one-way mirror, that Max normally had open in mealtimes to spy on any conspirators. He seemed extremely paranoid over the idea of mutiny. His key slogan at every meal seemed to be "I'll find you, whoever you are…". That night Jason went to his quarters, which now seemed very friendly after being strained in such a way. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow…