Ultimate HeroeZ III

"Do any of you realize you aren't human?"

Leon stood in front of the ragtag group of tailed children, who he recently came into contact with. They all stared at him like he was crazy.

"What are you talking about? Of course we are." Nero spoke clearly, despite the exhaustion from his recent altercation against Leon. "What else could we possibly be?"

"You mean to tell me that you still think you're human, and completely disregard your tails?"

"Well it could be a birth defect..." The guardian looked at the kids around him and their tails and rethinks his statement. "One that's been happening... recently... quite often."

Leon pinched himself between the eyebrows. How could this kid be so dense? He clearly had abilities far beyond the capacity of any normal human being.

"No. You aren't even close. You're all ALIENS. More specifically, Saiyans."

"Yeah, and why should we believe you?"

"Because he has a tail too, duh!" Soraxus reappeared from inside the building. No one even noticed his absence.

Nero took a good look at Leon's back, and was shocked that he could have missed such an obvious detail. "Gah, I'm so stupid. I always miss the important things."

Leon stepped forward and crouched in front of Nero. "Don't down yourself. You only missed it because you need to down that temper of yours. So before i continue, do you have any questions."

"For starters, why did you come for us?"

"Well, on thing is for sure, that I never expected an entire group of saiyans to be right under my nose. As many times as I've wandered this planet, I didn't have the slightest hint of this group." Leon went on to explain how alone he felt on Earth being the only one of his kind, though still rising to the challenge of becoming the savior of the people.

All of the young saiyans were inspired by Leon's tales of seemingly hopeless situations. The Androids #17 & #18, The Great Ape, how he met Piccolo (which piqued the interest of Soraxus), Baby, and finally, Omega Shenron. These stories awakened their saiyan urges to become stronger and fight. They all wanted to be just as great.

"This is a good opportunity to get away."Soraxus mumbled to himself as he took off. He tried to lower his power level as much as he could, then snuck out the other end of the building. There was long and possibly treacherous journey ahead, but he decided to go on his own little Journey. First stop: Piccolo.

Back with the others, the children were bombarding Leon with a million questions: "Who taught you to fight? How powerful are you? Can we be as strong as you? How long will it take to get stronger than you?" The questions just kept flowing and the kids had no thought of stopping anytime soon.

"Well I'm not going to promise you guys anything, but if you work real hard, you can become as powerful as Omega."

With that, they all began jumping on glee, marveling at what they could do with training. Then, Nero broke the silence. "Are you willing to teach us?" Nero just spoke of a question that he himself didn't think of. He only guessed it as natural curiosity.

"Well I wouldn't have thought of it until you brought it up, Nero." It took a while to consider but, Leon put on a smile. "I'm always up to a challenge. So I'll do it! We'll start with the basics, first thing tomorrow."

"AW! We was hoping to get started today!"

"Well there is plenty of time left today. But i was hoping to go and get some food."

"I'll go. You can stay with the kids" Nero stood from his spot on the ground, still woozy from his lack of energy, but has recovered some in his short rest.

"Are you sure? You don't seem very coordinated right now"

"I'm fine. Just get them started with their training, will you?"

With a shrug as confirmation from Leon, Nero was on his way. Leon turned back to the eager crowd of children before him, and began pondering how to mold them into terrific fighters. "So you all know how to fly and use energy, right?" They all nodded. "So the foundation is already set. All I can teach you for now is the basics. Everyone strike a fighting pose"

There were a variety of different style he could see just from the poses the children put themselves in. Or at least attempted to. Some were obviously on the aggressive side, some were on the defensive styles. There were few who adopted the cool and collected stance that Leon was used to: standing straight, one foot a little behind you, rear hand raised and against the body, and a great 'poker face' thing going on. From what he saw he pointed the gaps in their styles.

"You, raise your left fist higher. You bend your knees. You in the back, turn your upper body to your right." It took a while before everyone was corrected. "Now I want you to try basic attacks. Follow what i tell you, when i tell you."

"Right!" There was determination in all of their eyes.

"Left jab!" They all followed the order. "Front kick! Rear uppercut! Rear cross!" It was impressive. As many styles as there were, they all worked with the same precision. So different, but so similar.

Within the course of that day, Leon actually managed to get as far as simple combos. "Alright everyone, i want you to remember everything that i taught you. Tomorrow, I'll put you guys in sparring teams. And if tomorrow goes good, I'll set you guys in a little team tournament."

Cheering ensued, followed by growls of tiny stomachs. As if on cue, Nero returned, dragging a T-Rex through the air and dropped it into the street. He pulled a log of wood out of its mouth and tossed it to Leon. "Start a fire will you."

Everyone had a decent portion of dinner, and the fire was set by the door to the building (but not too close) so the kids could get enough warmth when they went inside to sleep. It got to around midnight, and Leon was still up. He had that distinct feeling that he forgot something. But with the food in his gut telling him to rest, it wasn't long before he too succumbed to the itis.