If you haven't already, check out the previous chapter. I extended it as I said I would. Wouldn't want my readers to miss out on some good details.

Ultimate HeroeZ V

"What do you want?" came the gruff voice from a green face. He had green skin and wore an Indigo fighting gi with blue cloth belt. Upon his head was a white turban of sorts, with a purple gem inside the top. And on his shoulders was a large cape with huge shoulder pads. This man was none other than the Namekian named Piccolo.

The person he was talking to was a mere child. Who was this child? It was Soraxus!

The two were in the northern Glacier Plains, winds blowing fiercely, pushing Soraxus around, though Piccolo remained unmoved.

"I came to you for training. You don't really look like much, but I'll take what I can get."

"Don't be ridiculous, kid. I'm not the type to take crap from brats like you. Besides, I don't want to hear your whining when it gets to hard." (sweet reference to the past right?)

Soraxus looked the alien in the eyes and smirked. "What if I told you that Leon recommended me?"

The Namek gave a short grunt then stared at Soraxus with a cold look in his eyes. "Fine. I'll give you a test run, but just know I have no intention on holding back just because you're a runt."

Meanwhile, back at the mountainside, Leon's students had made it to the third checkpoint, almost halfway up. They were improving at a rapid pace, as expected from saiyans. By estimate, they would be about three-quarters of the way be nightfall. Then a beeping noise erupted from Leon's shirt.

He reached inside his gi and unveiled the Dragon Radar. It was getting a signal from just atop the mountain. "Wow, what luck."

Nero turned and saw the device. "What's that?"

"It's a radar for the Dragon Balls. It turns out, there's one at the top of the mountain."

"A radar? How is that possible? Did someone wish for it?"

"I don't think The Ultimate Shenron would grant such a wish. But hey, go figure." Leon stuffed the radar back into his gi and looked at the progress.

The sun was setting and everyone had stopped at another checkpoint, about to K.O. for the night. Nero slung a bag from his back as he flew over to the trainees. He rummaged inside until he took out a capsule. He activated it and a larger cauldron of beans and Dino meat appeared from the smoke. Everyone ate and the children went to sleep. Nero and Leon snuck away to the ground below.

At the base of the mountain, they stood facing each other. They agreed to take the night as an opportunity to train personally. Everyone else was improving, so why shouldn't they? (Wouldn't want to end up like Gohan, right?)

The two began with simple manuevers and would work their way into the more advanced stuff from there. Nero began with a leap and a left backhand strike aimed for Leon's head. Leon ducked then flipped off to his right to counter Nero's vertical chop while also kicking his opponent in the chin. Nero recovered and lifted both forearms to block a roundhouse kick to the chest. He then grabbed Leon's leg and swung him in circles and released him, flinging him away.

Leon did a backwards barrel roll and recovered quickly from the grapple. When he looked up, Nero gave him a whopping uppercut that sent him in to the air. Nero followed and struck him with an elbow to the gut, but it didn't connect. He had just hit an afterimage. Before a reaction could take place, Nero took a stunning blow in the back of the head.

"You shouldn't let your guard down, eve if you land an attack. You don't know whether or not it'll truly effect the enemy." Leon spoke the closing lesson for the parring session. The bout had ended and he helped Nero to his feet.

"Easy for you to say. You got live experience. Plus, I've never really had formal training before."

"No excuses. There are children with less complaints than you. I know I'm probably sounding harsh, but that's the reality. I'm just real like that."

"If you say so. I'm gonna get some shut-eye." Nero shot into the air, while Leon waited 'til he was out of view, before heading into another direction.

Leon dashed off into a distant Grassland. He waited until he sensed every power level within range had fell asleep. Then, he began to focus his energy. The grass began to sway, gently at first, but became more violent. The winds kicked up considerably, as Leon's body began to glow with the well known golden tint. His hair glazed over from black to blond. With a quick push, Leon had completed the transformation, but let his aura die down.

The rage needed to become a super saiyan had to be very powerful to push you over the edge. Leon's rage came from supposedly failing against Piccolo to save the Earth. Even though he had gotten over it a long time ago, the rage still lingers when he assumes this form.

Leon got into a sitting pose with arms cross, like Piccolo's meditation position. Through the night, he spent his time trying to calm his super saiyan bloodlust and tame the power within. It wasn't long before he fell asleep in mid-air, not deviating from his position, and maintaining the transformation.

Wow. I haven't been paying attention and my birthday snuck up on me. Well this is a birthday chapter for me. I hope you enjoy it! Read to review. Thanks for your time.