"Gelid, glad to see you in class again." The Frost Demon stood in the doorway, looking over the class once more. As to be expected, he was able to pick out the visages of Otto, Kylie, Vocado, and Zamara in specific, though he didn't directly disregard the others. None the less, his pupils shifted to look at San next, as the Namekian gave him a curt nod while he stepped in. "You've been keeping up in our lessons from your dorm?"

"I have, yeah; sort of had a bit of a problem with the reading but…I managed."

"Good, then you know about the Quiz today then."

Oh fuck.

Gelid's eye twitched a few times, as San just gave him the calmest smile ever; he didn't want to draw focus to the sight of Otto visibly panicking in his seat, as the Frost Demon ascended the stairs and reached his seat, sitting and beginning to work once he was passed his quiz.

…but…it was strange; he read over the information once in the packets given yet he could recall every single bit of the info…almost as if he had some sort of…amazing memory.

He didn't get it; Gelid finished and set his pencil down, standing and moving down the stairs, avoiding one of the Saiyans trying to trip him once more and handing San the sheet.

"Gelid," He panicked internally when he was called, en route to his seat. "Mind tellin' me what this is?" He slowly turned, and looked over the sheet of white paper, with various circled letters.

"…my quiz."

"Yes, your quiz; you made a perfect score on it, and a few of these questions are things I haven't gone over yet."

"You're implying that I cheated?"

"No; I do want you to answer a question in front of everyone…to prove you didn't. What is the name of the Saiyan Raditz's signature Ki Blast, considering we've yet to reach that point in the lectures, nor the take home ones you were given with your time away?"

"…the Double Sunday; a Ki Blast that can be angled based on the user's hand position. I know this because he was in Conton City yesterday; challenged me to a fight and after he used it against me I replicated it following the situation. Moderately powerful, but used mainly for harassment, and not doing critical damage." A few gasps rang out, almost as if Gelid had said he clubbed puppies. San, however, set the paper down, and slowly sank down into his seat. "You got a 110 on your quiz; congrats. Keep that up and you might make it into the TP Elites." And the stares turned into a mix now; some spiteful but others looking to Gelid like he was some sort of god, as the Frost Demon returned to his seat and sat down, Otto leaning in ever so close to him.

"Duuuuude, everyone thinks ya the smartest guy in the class, weird cause it used to be Gary…and he's a Majin so it's even funnier."

"…I see that; what point does it make?"

"Dude, check it out," He pointed, and he understood what the Earthling meant; Kylie was staring back at him with a look of shock, and Vocado with just a look of fury. "You pissed one of them off and surprised the other; I betcha twenty Zeni you can't figure out which."

Gelid didn't feel like humoring him.

"Sparing time, once more; who's fighting, and who's dropping?" Gelid's hand shot up, just in time for a random Saiyan's to rise as well, his name being Ugula from what he recalled. None the less, Gelid moved out and rose his fists, and without warning Ugula bolted right for him, running full speed with his fist raised. The Frost Demon shot left, tail extending and clapping it right into the Saiyan's face. Of course, this sent him skidding back, and he didn't relent on his assault; flurry after flurry of rapid strikes going right for Gelid. His eyes narrowed, as he felt each impact dent his bone armor…he wouldn't last if this kept up; Ugula clearly had a lot of power behind his strikes…but no coordination, and beyond no focus.

CRUNCH!

Gelid nearly coughed up his lunch when the Saiyan managed to slam his fist into the Frost Demon's gut, and send him skidding back, holding his stomach and not even reacting when the next punch sent him to the ground. His head throbbed and ached, the pain was nigh deafening…but he refused to relent, and he refused to give up. As he stood once more, one hand clenching his bruised gut, and the other his aching head, where he felt blood trickle from the shattered armor, his eye darted over to the spectators…to Kylie.

She watched on with eagerness…to see bloodshed. But, Vocado's eyes were on Ugula…and they told him everything, because of how spiteful, yet determined they were, as well as his mind piecing it together.

Ugula was with Vocado's clique, and he raised his hand up literally a second after Gelid did…he was only fighting because Vocado told him to! This was a ploy to make him seem even weaker to the class!

His eyes shot back to his foe, one clenched shut due to blood getting in it, as he watched the Saiyan lackey charge something up, hands clenched together. It didn't take him long to see it was a Galick Gun…he refused to be brought down by something like that once more.

Gelid couldn't understand why, but his legs were propelling him forward, he ran right for Ugula, and the purple tinted beam of devastation fired not soon after. His eyes were engulfed by the image of it…and he didn't freeze up.

Instead he shot left, rolling to the side and planted himself right in front of Ugula before his hands pressed together, right in front of him.

"Galick Gun!" He didn't understand why or how, but he was running purely on impulse; the instinct to win and to see a brighter dawn with the girl he felt he truly wanted. And that was why the beam flew true, and the Saiyan was overwhelmed in a flash. When the Galick Gun cleared, Gelid's hands lowering, he was greeted with the sight of a burned but alive Ugula…but the class looked on in horror to the sight they witnessed.

"…Professor…he needs a Senzu…and…I…don't know what happened…or what I did…how I copied the attack." Gelid took a few steps back, and feel to a knee, muscles burning, and body aching…and he heard a roar of pure fury.

"That little SHIT! He had one job, but he couldn't seem to do that right!" Vocado took a few steps forward, fists clenched. "Fuckin' oh well; ya want somethin' done right, you do it yourself! You, gecko, we're fightin' here and now! I plan to prove here and now that you aren't shit!"

"Vocado, he's injured; he needs to recover first and—"

"No, let him." Gelid stood up, patting his chest. "A Time Patroller can be pelted by multiple forces at once without relent...we can consider this basic training for the real deal. All I need is a Senzu…and that's it." Gelid wasn't just being confident, he was intentionally undermining Vocado, right in front of his clique, and in front of Kylie. Gelid's gears were turning, and they were working; the goal wasn't to defeat Vocado, it was to last long enough to show he could hold his own in a fight.

Vocado had yet to beat Kylie, naturally speaking; that meant by holding out against the Saiyan male, Gelid would prove he could stand a chance against Kylie to earn her favor.

San reluctantly agreed, lobbing both Gelid and the downed Ugula a Senzu bean; the former downing it and feeling his wounds rapidly fade before he stood his ground, Vocado gradually stepping away from the crowd and standing his ground, crackling his knuckles.

"So, you can replicate attacks…pretty piss-poor of a method, if ya ask me." Vocado spoke, lifting his fists and standing his ground. "I barely throw a single Ki Blast."

"I know." The second Vocado twitched, Gelid dropped to a knee, finger pointed forward, and a Death Beam flew from his outstretched appendage, striking Vocado and making him skid back, earning a gasp from the Saiyans and a cheer from the others. Not wasting time, Gelid rushed right for him, fists raised, and was met with a sharp headbutt from the Saiyan warrior, sending the Frost Demon onto his back; a firm kick to the ribs sending him across the hyperbolic arena and skidding across the ground, away from the others. Agony coursed through him, as he slowly stood, only to see Vocado there once more, and in a flash, he was gone.

BAM!

And like that, Gelid was sent back to the others, as he slammed into the ground, rising onto a knee, and taking note of a wide array of factors; his arm was shattered, with the armor broken and falling off his forearm, while blood openly oozed from his side from the force of the Saiyan's kicks.

"C'mon, I thought on of Frieza's kind would be better than this!" The Saiyan in question loomed overhead, floating a few feet off the ground, arms crossed. "So fly up here; let's see if I can't snap more bones before I throw you back to the curve where you belong."

"Or, how about you come fight me down on the ground? Too afraid I'll mop the floor with you like I did with your worthless lackey?" He felt his airway be choked off, and the ground leave him. His mind caught up to things; Vocado was hanging in the air, a good few feet off the ground, as the Saiyan stared right into his eyes.

"It's sounding like you can't fly…how pathetic. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

And with that, Gelid was released. His first thought was to flail, but he did his best to tune out that thought, the Frost Demon thinking of a Ki Attack he could do; he had to bluff and make it seem like he never intended to fly in the first place. The only ones who knew of his Flightless issue were San and Freyon; he wanted it to stay there.

Unfortunately, by the time Gelid could prepare a Ki Blast, or an attack in general, Vocado had already struck, fists flying and Gelid catching them as best he could, landing on the ground feet first, as he held the Saiyan's hands back, eyes narrowed.

"This little runt can't even fly! Of all the weak quirks THAT has to be number one! Literally everyone can fly in Conton City, even children! You're below even kids you worthless sack of shit!" He jeered, and Gelid could practically feel the laughter from the class, as his hands were slowly pushed back, Vocado pushing forward. "He's nowhere near powerful; you were never meant to be a Time Patroller and you DAMN sure were never meant to obtain power in the first place! You'll forever be weak, and you'll forever be a worthless, pathetic, CURR!" Gelid was losing ground, and he was losing power…he was scared…he was running out of options. He was so close…he was so…fucking…close, to finally being with Kylie and finally attaining the happiness needed to fly, and to truly be a Time Patroller.

Truly being something great…

A memory flashed into Gelid's mind, of an icy tundra, of fire in the sky, and of himself…standing before one of his own kind, stained with blood, as they watched a massive ball of fire and death bear down on their planet. He didn't know who the Frost Demon was, but he could recognize Trunks there…and he remembered only one thing before the memory ended.

"Become something great, Gelid…and show the universe what we're really made of."

Vocado skidded back, holding his bloodied nose, as Gelid reeled his fist back; he had acted so fast he didn't even realize it…he had sucker punched the fuck out of the Saiyan, and no doubt broke his nose. Gelid didn't stop there, he rushed in, landing blow after blow of crushing force to the Saiyan's armor, splintering and shattering it, before the Frost Demon planted his fist right into Vocado's gut, at earth-shattering force, and sent him back, the Frost Demon watching him roll across the ground before he stood. He just felt so…angry, and he was unable to comprehend it! He tried to take a step but he fell to a knee, hand moving to clutch it.

His eyes widened at the sight of his hand, pulse quickening as he lifted it to his face.

The bone tissue had…spread; the gauntlet was riddled with spikes, and all sported a noire black tip to them, the same armor forming along his knuckles, and as the bone tissue grew a sickening, painful snapping noise filled the room, making many of the students cringe in fear at it. His other hand was the same, and he felt it growing harder to breath, as he planted a hand onto his chest, feeling the armor expand and grow, nigh puncturing the skin to rip through and form on his body, as he felt long bone spikes rising from his upper back. He couldn't see clearly…everything hurt; it was like someone took a needle and jabbed it into every single nerve ending on his body…over…and over again, without a single hint of relent.

"Calling the fight here," He fell to his side, clutching his chest, as he watched San walk into his field of view, grabbing his arm and slowly tugging him into a standing position, though Gelid teetered and did his best not to fall down. "Otto, get Zamara's help to get him to the nurse's office; I seriously doubt a Senzu will fix this." Gelid felt the two of them loop their arms underneath his own and guide him shakily to the doors, Gelid's mind gradually clearing…but the memories recalled were once again buried.

"…well…look at the bright side…least they won't be talking about the fact you can't fly."

Gelid wished he had the strength to sigh.

"Well, he's stable." The Nurse watched the Medical Machine fill with the healing substance, Gelid floating in it with a mask over his face. He could see the face of Otto and Zamara outside, and no doubt was the former asking about what the hell happened. "It's something we see from time to time; new Frost Demons can't control their bone tissues when under extreme stress. It can cause unforeseen mutations to occur and for Bone tissue to either grow in unorthodox places or all together grow out of control."

"So…what'll happen to Gelid?"

"The pod'll work to break down his bone tissues around target areas and see if that helps; he'll be excluded from sparing sessions until he can better control himself with this issue…from the report San gave there was a spike in his power level when he started to get scared…to get backed into a corner."

"…so…what-ow!"

"It means Gelid was transforming in response to the pressure and emotional abuse Vocado was inflicting on him, idiot. Being called out for your greatest flaw, coupled with being told nothing you do ever matters, can do some major damage to one's psyche."

"Psh, the Saiyans tell me that shit all the time; don't see me flyin' off the handle there."

"That's because there's a distinct difference between you and Gelid," He could see the visage of Zamara fill the porthole window…her look still being a dead one but for once he could see some…emotion in her eyes; concern even. "He comes from a race that's attacked and abused physically, mentally, and even emotionally. No matter where he goes, he'll always suffer and face indignities all around; the Kai also fear the Frost Demons, but they refuse to mention it…they and the Majin peoples are in the same boat aside from an acute difference. The Majin peoples had a savior go good and forever change the name…there has yet to ever be a Frost Demon outside the Time Patrol to go good on their own. The closest one the TP's seen is Freyon…and he went through a lot of chaos and darkness to reach that point. Gelid doesn't have the same iron defense to emotional abuse you do; the worst you endured was dealing with the Androids in the lost timeline Trunks came from, whereas Gelid…he was brought here with literally nothing whatsoever, not even his memories of the life beforehand." Gelid was lost…there was so much he didn't understand nor get about things…but in less than a few moments, Zamara summed up entirely how he felt regarding everything. The Nurse excused them both and Gelid continued to float in the tank, aware of the mild sting of the bone tissues along his hands and back being burned away chemically so he could grow it back properly.

There were so many questions in his mind…once he was out the pod, he'd get the answers needed from everyone.

Especially him.

He sat on the bed for what felt like hours, staring down at the dents in his armor. A mixture of looks framed the Saiyan's face: grief from his armor being damaged so easily, fury at the damn Frost Demon for damaging it in the first place…and shock, at how he did it so easily.

"Vocado?" He lifted his head a tad to look at Mizuna, the Saiyan female stepping into the room, dressed in a form fitting blue tee shirt and nothing more, moving to rest on the bed next to him, a mask of concern painted onto her immaculate face. "What's wrong? You're not worked up over that damn reptile shattering your armor right?"

"It wasn't just my armor…it was something else…that fucker…he transformed; just like Frieza."

"You're thinking too much on it. Lots of those damned reptiles can grow armor onto their bodies; nothing special."

"Yeah but his was what broke through my armor…his armor was stronger than mine." It just didn't add up; the last time they fought, it took a single Ki Blast to put him down, but this time, San had to stop the fight…could that cold blooded creature have bested him?

Could Gelid have truly beaten him in a fight with that transformation? If he did, he'd be the top student…and he'd be the one to rise to the rank of Number 1 Time Patroller…the thing he sought ever since he was ripped from his timeline preluding the destruction of Planet Vegeta, like the majority of all Saiyans were. Still, he continued to seethe and fret, even as Mizuna lay herself down in the bed, yawning and beckoning him subtly.

If Gelid was encroaching into his hard-earned territory…then perhaps he needed to break the Frost Demon's will…before finally breaking him.

To be Continued…