Celebrity Match up

[Geurin]

The girders flew overhead as the sound of steel hitting steal filled the air. The Dome was nearly finished, just as Geurin had planned. In the ancient days of Human civilization it was common to watch me fight to the death in order to appease the bloodlust of the society. Of course he would be unable to determine what fights would be to the death, as there was a 1 in 20 chance of that occurring. Geurin loved it, there was not a single thing that could stop him from doing this, and even better the people loved it. He needed very little advertising for the Dome to be a huge hit, and already he had sponsers, warriors signing up, and patrons buying tickets in advance. The only thing he was missing was the schools.
Victory was being run by Zach, who would of course support whatever Geurin wanted, but the crane school and its leader had not shown their head in some time. It was obvious that the two schools held much sway in determining how good the fights actually were. A common martial arts tournament was a droll idea, he wanted action as did the rest of the world.

He had summoned them, Zach and Jorlaxl would be in the same place at the same time, and Geurin would speak to them about his plans. Everything was falling into place, and all that was left was their audience.

Sitting in the center of the dome, the Simulator portraying a kind sunny day, with light cloud cover. The simulated heat felt real on his skin, a fair eighty degrees was enough to keep the workers happy, and Geurin comfortable. Three glasses of sweet iced tea sat out infront of him, for his guests of course. He looked forward to seeing Jorlaxl again, when last they met, Geurin could do little more than scream from the back of his son's head. Now they would speak in person. Since he did not know the story of Gurin and Tenshu it was possible he still saw Geurin as his old commander. What would transpire would no doubt be entertaining for both parties.

[Jorlaxl]

This long lost companion, what did his message bode? Rekindled alliance, newlyfound hatred, or perhaps... something else? Whatever it was, the master of Crane seeks to understand the summons. The dome... a marvel idea, something that would most certainly pertain to the more violent side of mortal's time alive. Yes, he has seen the signs in their blaring yellow, announcing to the world its intent. A tournament... what fun! The walk to the dome was an uneventful one, and Jorlaxl heard quite a few murmurs along from the crowd of people surrounding the dome.

"...gest structure I've ever seen!"

"...ghts to the death? Unlikely, but a welcome surprise!"

"n't think they accept bets... ...inhumane and a menace to society, I think!"

Walking into the structure, Jorlaxl was instantly greeted with both a sunny atmosphere and a warm climate. The temperature was much akin to the weather normally found in Yunzabit, and was nothing new to the Bio-android. In fact, he felt welcome here, almost like a warm welcome was to be greeted. Around the dome, and now especially inside it, Jorlaxl was immediately aware of the immense power inside. It has been 5 years since he last saw Geurin, and it seems to have treated him well. In the back of his mind, he began cursing himself. How was it possible to have fallen so far behind in his own training? He used to be more powerful than him!

Approaching the middle of the dome, he saw 3 glasses of iced tea on the table. Amused, he picked up a glass and began to drink. The refreshing beverage was a welcome change from the normal water that he normally drank regularly back at his school. Of course, they had other drinks, but he had no desire to drink them. Even now, he was only consuming the liquid to be polite. Looking ahead of him as he drank, quite comically, he just then saw Geurin, sitting there at the head of the table. Instantly, his drink came back from his gut, and he used all his willpower available to stop from coughing it back up.
Geurin... time has treated you well, my friend.


Taking a seat on the end of the table (noticing a third, vacant chair, who was this for?) Jorlaxl spoke. "Well, well, well. It seems that you found me. I was surprised that your anti-alien laws didn't seem to count me in them... I guess that's a stroke of luck on my part, huh?" Grinning, he seemed genuinely happy to see his old comrade from the old days. It was he who he spent time in the hyperbolic time chamber with. Such events couldn't be taken lightly and as such, Jorlaxl felt that he has a special bond with everyone present there. Caius, Geurin, and Serori. Each with their own stories and power.

"This is a nice installation you got here, and I must ask you, why did you invite me? I have my own idea, of course, but I want to hear your initial plan."

[Geurin]

Seeing Jorlaxl was most surprising. In all honesty Geurin had expected more. He had left the alien unrecorded for over five years, and his power level was only double what it once was. It reminded Geurin that not everyone fought at the level he and Nam did. It actually brought a bit of frustration to him, yet again reminding him that the best fighter he would ever face, had already lost to him once. This however was not about his lust to be on top, but rather his need for the crane school. Jumping in first Jor made mention of his Anti Alien Laws. Geurin replied instantly.

"Jor, after the mess that Yakedo created here, I needed a stance that they would all accept. Alien's rarely bring anything but trouble. You and I...well we are the exceptions to the rule"

Reaching out to the icy beverage in front of him the Namek took a drink, looking over his old Biotic friend. While Geurin had never actually spoken with Jorlaxl before, Gurin had, and all of his memories were certainly there. Jor's curiousity was rightly placed. Although until zach arrived their true intentions could not be displayed.

"A couple of reasons Jor, not the least of which is getting back in touch. How have you been old trader"

Getting Chummy with Jor was currently his best bet. What he had planned would not be easy to swallow, so distracting him with small talk would help ease the burden of his words.

[Jorlaxl]

This namekian, the only one he ever met, seemed different somehow. He seemed... more civil than the one he knew under Yakedo's service. The use of his old title make his smile falter for only an instant, but no more than that. Hiding that break with another sip from his glass, he listened patiently, nodding when necessary. This one was much more well-versed in the speaking arts, he could already tell without being in the same room for more than 5 minutes with him. The Geurin he knew was more... primal? More in touch with his base instincts. Mentally making note of that, he said, "Yes, I can see that. Touketsuki was no doubt a menace to earth, but merely a catalyst for us, yes? I mean, look at you," he began, grinning a half-smile. "You're doing fairly well for yourself, being the prime minister. And me, I'm just the head of a school."

Reclining in his chair, relaxing, he allowed the sun to bleat its rays across his skin. This dome, although still a virgin to many of the spilled blood and crushed bones it will later endure, seemed a fairly well-done place. The atmosphere was peaceful (aside from the occasional yell from a construction worker,) and the people outside seemed happy about it, already calling bets into question. The only thing missing from this equation is...

My students.

Brow furrowing, Jorlaxl said, "I've been well, Geurin. I most certainly couldn't complain, although given your... advances, maybe I should. I must ask, though. Is the reason you called me here about my students, and why they should enter this dome?" Putting his drink down, the master of crane awaited the namekian's response.

"After all, that's something I would be most interested in." A glint in his eye shone bright, Geurin would no doubt see Jorlaxl's ulterior motive.

"Before you make any offers, allow me to make one stipulation. For any agreement to be reached, I must humbly ask for the use of a certain structure that we were in long ago, almost 5 years to the day. A certain chamber, if you catch my drift..."

[Geurin]

The Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Jorlaxl was a smart man, no doubt about that. He knew exactly what he needed in order to win. Unfortunately Geurin was not in possession of such a place. His knowledge and ability to open it was no longer a possibility. Jorlaxl was too smart to be jerked around by idle conversation. He would have to delve right in.

"Actually, I am more interested in learning about your students. Who are they?"

Before he committed to entering any of Jorlaxl's trainee's he needed to check his Dossier. If none of the names from it came up, then there was truly no point to the conversation. Jorlaxl was however an excellent teacher, or at least he should be after the hell Suki put him through. The question remained just how far he was willing to go.

While most ignored the head masters past, Geurin knew of it. Willing Genocide alongside the Tyrant Touketsuki. Certainly much had changed, but that callous Jorlaxl could not possibly be gone from this world entirely. If he could get a student with even a remote inkling of Jorlaxl's former brutality, then he would certainly be a fighter capable of pleasing a crowd.

Still they waited for Zach. He was still necessary for the true reason of their arrival.

[Jorlaxl]

Geurin was more than the other people on this planet, that much was for sure. Being in a no holds barred conversation with someone near his own abilities as both a speaker and as an intellectual was a treat. This mental game of chess was invigorating, albeit somewhat unexpected. The Geurin he knew would never had participated in this, but now he is running the game. While it seemed that they were both the kings of their own respective sides of the board, it was hardly so. Jorlaxl was little more than a pawn, not having the power to back up his own words. Therefore, he had to play this smart.

"Your diversion from the subject says much, Geurin."

Grinning, he tipped his head towards the namekian before continuing. "If you were anyone else, I would already be out the door. But me and you have history, my friend. And for that, I'll hear you out."

Motioning towards the empty chair, he began speaking yet again. "Your question tells me that you are interested not in Jorlaxl the bio-android, but Jorlaxl the headmaster. This empty chair could only be for another master, but who? I am not well-versed in the opposition, so to speak."

Now, to directly answer Geurin's question... he had to be as direct as he possibly could, without making this man too angry. That would be the worst possible outcome of this encounter. While Geurin had changed, he saw no problem with the man, and an alliance would be most beneficial. "Geurin, I'm sorry, but the only name you'd recognize would be Caius, but he is by no means my student. I actually just 'recovered' him, so to speak. The rest of my school is filled with novices and people who wouldn't interest you... yet."

"I just recently came into enough money for a gravity chamber, and now my students will be training much more effectively. I could tell you about some of my star pupils... but you don't expect me to give you something for nothing, do you?"

[Zach]

It had been weeks since the trip to Vegeta, two, maybe three, Zach didn't keep count, his mind was elsewhere, far far away. He managed his teaching duties in a cold, almost robotic fashion as he tried to get his mind around the fact that not only did he himself now possess the power to destroy an entire planet, but so did Gurin and the latter used it quite readily. About the only thing that kept Zach's attention was the continuing design of his ship. The Sword as he had started calling it was taking shape in simulation quite nicely, it's capsule shaped body had been perfectly calculated by the school's computer to withstand atmospheric entry into almost any planet's envelope and it's propulsion system, which was being designed by a crack team of engineers at Capsule Corp, would be mounted in the large spike that protruded from the top of the craft. Having been a fan of space flight comics and such in his childhood, Zach had remembered the shape of the old Apollo program capsules and modeled the ship on that, a tear drop shaped capsule for the passengers and on top of that what was once the escape rocket tower was now a state of the art fusion propulsion system.

Unfortunately Zach's attention couldn't remain on the ship all day as while tinkering with the design on the terminal in his office, a messenger arrived baring a note from none other then Gurin. Once again he was being summoned, although this time it was to that new monstrosity the green man was having built. Frankly Zach didn't like the idea of glorifying violence, not with an edifice like that. That kind of base thinking would put the good people of Earth down with the devolved and all but extinct bipeds known as Saiyans. Granted Zach had Gurin to thank for more then evening the score and awakening his new power, but the personal cost had been somewhat high. While he would have liked to have had some control over his action and clearly remember what he's done, he'd destroyed a city without so much as a second thought. That in it's self evened the score but Gurin took it a step further and because Zach was still riding high on the rush from his new form, or perhaps more accurately, not thinking clearly because of it, he'd not protested the planet's destruction at the time or after he found out Gurin was still alive. Thankfully the Namekian took care of all traces of their presence there, making sure there would be no retaliation against Earth, otherwise Zach would never have agreed to the venture.

Rising from his seat, Zach thanked the messenger and offered to give the man a lift back to town. The other declined politely as although you could tell he'd like nothing more then to fly with one as famous as the blonde, he had arrived by truck and both couldn't leave it as well as having other deliveries to make. Nodding in understanding, Zach bid the courier a good day and then lifted off from the top tier gardens and headed out across the sky towards Satan City where Gurin's dome was being finished. The flight was quick and uneventful and thankfully close enough that if things didn't take long, he could get back in time to have dinner with Rito. Until then though the boy would have to keep himself occupied at the school. And so in time Zach arrived over the city and spotted the massive structure and began his descent towards it. There already seemed to be people thronging outside of the building which meant that going in through the front doors wasn't an option.

Not wanting to get involved with an impromptu autograph signing, Zach opted simply to come in over the top of the building and descend through the holographic mirage that was mimicking a summer's day. Bellow he spotted Guring sitting in the middle of the athletics field along with a purple haired man that the blonde recognized after a few moments, although not having seen him for some time and as he recalled, not having been in a talking mood, the blonde didn't recall his name. There was a third seat, empty, and a table in the middle with a lone glass of brown liquid, although it his current distance Zach couldn't tell what. Descending further, Zach slowed and touched down a few feet from the chair that had apparently been prepared for him. He took a moment to glace both at it and the table and then turned his attention to Gurin and his guest.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked, strait and to the point as ever.

[Geurin]

Finally! Catching up with Jorlaxl had been well...fun...but it was certainly a waste of both their valuable time. Zach's arrival meant he could get down to business, and both what Jorlaxl had mentioned, and what Zach had asked moved towards the same thing. Motioning for Zach to take a seat the Namek smiled. He was not shaken at all by their performance on vegeta. Frankly he believed it couldn't have gone better. Granted Nam had escaped, but Nam was never supposed to be on the planet in the first place. His arrival was not a part of the planning. Actually destroying the planet entirely wasn't Geurin's plan either. Certainly killing most of them, and all of the cities. But Nam had awakened a craving that only death would satisfy. Knowing that an entire species would be extinct was enough of a rush. Boliko had other settlements elsewhere, but none as glorious as his home world. That blow would sink in deep.
His plans on Vegeta aside, he needed an opening for the mighty arena that they were both in.

"Gentlemen"

He said, setting his own glass back on the small end table, and crossing one leg over the other.


"Certainly you two are aware that Victory and Crane are the two brightest schools in all the world. I call on you because, I have selected the two of you to be my first combatants"

Jorlaxl had kept up mentally with Geurin throughout this entire process, however he was likely not expecting to be actually competing. No doubt the instructor had not fought in a major battle since his time with the World Trade Organization. Being that they knew each other it would likely make it easier to convince them.

"Of course, I would never ask something so large of you without a reward in return, and so I offer you this. The winner of the round will be given full access to the Superdome as a training facility. That means the Simulator, the Heavy weight set, the gravity, and the arena itself will be available for training. "

Jorlaxl was likely kicking himself for having bought a new gravity chamber, but that too was not for total loss.

"Currently I am borrowing the Victory school's chamber to satisfy the requirements here. The winner's chamber will be permanently placed here for their students, and my matches, and you will gain 10% of the earnings from each match"

This was all a lot to consider. Zach was no show boat, he never seemed to want to fight unless it was for his own safety or of course vengeance (Which he saw as his own safety). Jorlaxl as well had been peaceful for many years, but the schools would benefit greatly from the experience, as would the publicity for the dome.

"I would also like to pit your two best students against each other. I already know Zach's but I have not yet gotten a name from the Crane Headmaster. They will be your opener."

Of course he was simply asking them to join, but by law they were required to accept, or pay the one thousand zenni in replacement wages. He wouldn't start with that, but surely they both already knew.

[Jorlaxl]

Jorlaxl regarded the blonde man with a nod. This was Zach, the one who Jorlaxl barely remembered, yet remembered so clearly. It was five years ago, but he remembered the little interactions he had well. After the hyperbolic time chamber, Zach crushed Jorlaxl's dragonball, rendering it inert and useless. Smirking, he turned back to Geurin, listening to what he said. The words flew out eloquently enough, something he would give him credit for. It's no wonder he became the prime minister of earth. The way he's been going, he wouldn't be surprised if he could talk the shirt right off of someone's back, literally. At that moment, he was reminded of his own mind control powers. Could Geurin do the same?

His smirk, however, died as soon as the Namekian mentioned both him and the Human going on a one on one. This is ludicrous! Nervous, Jorlaxl scanned Zach's powerlevel with his new scouter, curious how powerful he was in relation to his own power. In his mind, Eva's tone flowed fluently. "My, my. 194,435. And I detect a latent power within him, that would multiply his power to a degree I've never witnessed." Eyebrow arching, Jorlaxl waited until Geurin finished speaking, paying attention the whole time. He had to make his complaints known, now.

"Guerin, do you expect me to fight Zach and stand a chance?" Putting his glass on the table, he looked at Zach and smiled meekly. Turning his gaze back to face the Namekian, he continued. "You know my history. Exterminating a few saiyans was nothing, we both know that. I can feel Zach's power, and let me tell you, it would hardly be a show, except for the fans who want to see purple blood smeared across the walls."

He thought about his students, all of them bright and cheerful, ready to learn under the perfect master Jorlaxl. He, however, knew his own limits. He can hardly compete with his best student, and he's on Namek right now, for Kai knows how long. An intense struggle was going on in his head. Should he fight, even if it most certainly meant his own humiliation and defeat? Glancing back at Zach, he saw that he hardly looked a stranger to Geurin. Perhaps they have been allies ever since the Suki fiasco. Either way, it matters not. This was the now. And right now, all he wanted to do was go back to his school and train. He's been pitifully inactive in the past 5 years, and upon closer reflection, regrets it to the fullest that he didn't use his time more wisely.

After a moment, he spoke again, this time towards Zach. "Listen, Zach. I have a lot of respect for you, but I know little to nothing about your morals. Would you realistically enjoy a fight in which your opponent stands no chance?"

[Zach]

Standing near the seat prepared for him, Zach approached it and sat only after Gurin asked him to and even then, only on the chair's very edge. He hadn't come all this way to lounge around in the holographic sun, sipping tea. Seated and listening, Zach wasn't exactly happy to hear the gravity chamber he'd had installed at the school had now been appropriated. A report did come across his desk saying something cryptic about the machine being down for maintenance, but never did he think it would just end up getting carted off. Then there was this business about wanting his students to face off against one another. Were Zach's hands not occupied holding onto his knees looking impatient, he would have crossed his arms and looked on with disapproval. On top of everything else, Gurin wanted him to face off against the purple haired man. Did he not prove himself enough in the green man's last fighting event? Every one of his opponents was all but destroyed and yet Gurin wanted more of him.

"I can't say I like this idea of yours." Zach started, replying first to Gurin. "You know I didn't want to attend your last games, I only did it because there were no worthy protectors in that whole bunch. This 'thing'..." Zach continued, gesturing around them. "...doesn't even serve that purpose. If we start making combat into an entertainment, then we are becoming as barbaric as the Saiyans. So tell me why I would become one of your professional wrestlers? Other then a little extra cash to finish up a project, what is in it for me?" the blonde asked but did not stop there.

Turning his head towards the purple haired man. The other had said something about purple blood, but Zach would address that in a moment, first though was an answer to the man's question as to whether he would feel fulfilled in a fight against a weaker opponent. "I would not say you stand no chance. I have fought many weaker opponents and have even lost to some of them, it would be no different with you, were I actually motivated to do so." Zach stated and aimed a pointed glance at Gurin when he remarked on his lack of motivation. "Now I have a question for you." he continued. "Purple blood? What have I not been told here?"

[Geurin]

Bingo!

Motivation for zach was as simple as pure xenophobia. The fact was that the idea of an alien headmaster teaching legions of schools probably would lead to zach losing his lunch. Jor had set him up for success with Zach, and convincing Jorlaxl would be even easier.

"Well Zach of course you know that aliens and foreign species have different colored blood"

He said as non chalant as possible, as if Jorlaxl's Alien identity had been known all along, because well...it had. Having come with Suki it was already apparent that he was not human, his unnatural hair color was also a dead give away, but most important of all...Gurin had seen the tail. Fighting in their Trainings with Suki Jorlaxl had flashed the tail and it had led the Namek to understand that Jor was of a different species. What species was yet to be determined, but he was infact registered in the government database as per the law.

"Of course the beauty of a weight set is being able to encumber stronger opponents. Zach will be slowed either by his own weights, or a set of ours. A fair fight is what we seek after. Frankly I am surprised the two of you would not jump at the opportunity to promote your school and encourage others to learn self defense!"

This of course was the entire purpose of these schools. Learning discipline and self defense was key to being succesful at either academy of the martial arts. The final reason however would hopefully persuade both of them that this was more than necessary.

"I mean considering how many dangers are out there. The saiyan Fighters like say, Rensou Hiruen or Boliko Koregutsu. Or even the possibility of Touketsuki's return. I just felt that this dome would show our people that we are strong, and that we can face such a powerful enemy, even when they cannot. I wanted to give them...hope"

Zach would not be familiar with Rensou Hiruen, but Jorlaxl could possibly shudder at the idea that such a man was still out there. His abilities were phenomenal back on Vegeta, and the entire WTO knew him as the man whom had pushed Touketsuki to his limits. The man was frankly stronger then at his max than Jorlaxl was now.

Zach would however know Koregutsu. Geurin was careful not to give away what they had done to Jorlaxl, but the fact that Boliko remained was still a problem to Earth. Even with the GSF safe from blame, they were still at a time of War, the five years of peace was over, and although the Saiyans had their eyes set on the WTO, that didn't mean Earth was safe forever.

[Jorlaxl]

Hope.

That changed the game significantly. Hope was something that he himself had lacked recently, especially since the fiasco on Vegeta. The people of Earth needed hope, because this planet was laughably defenseless. Back on Vegeta, they had an army, and even though Jorlaxl had slaughtered countless... Rensou was another monster entirely. He was the being whose presence Jorlaxl felt along with Suki's, both fighting at their max. It was a glorious fight to be sure, but they have both surely grown even more powerful since then. And then there's this "Boliko" character to consider. Where did he play into all of this?

Still, Geurin regarded Jorlaxl again, speaking first about Zach's power, or lack thereof if he wore weights. That would make for a much fairer battle, and he would be honorbound to reduce his own power to make it an even battle. That would be acceptable, Jorlaxl supposed. But Geurin hinted at Jorlaxl's own alien heritage, which he needed to clear up before anything got a little... unsettling. Jorlaxl could tell from both Zach's question of purple blood and Guerin's suspicious reply that there was something he wasn't told as well.

"Zach, before you come to any conclusions without knowing all that you should, I am not human. However, I was both 'born' here and raised here. I don't come from any intergalactic planets or owe my allegiance to any other nation. In fact, I've killed quite a few saiyans in my time, to thin their numbers."

Feeling that answer satisfactory, he shifted his glance to Geurin and spoke again. "I will agree to your terms, but you must give us time to gather our fighters. My best are out on other missions across the galaxy at the present, and we need time to train and prepare. Like I said before, they are largely novices and untrained, and their steel needs to be tempered before they could possibly withstand the heat of battle."

What would Zach say in reaction to both Jorlaxl's and Geurin's words? What would Geurin say to Jorlaxl's "terms?"

[Zach]

Listening to both men in turn, Zach's reaction wasn't as predictable as one might think. While true when angered he was prone to irrational behavior and on the most recent occasion, actually vaporized a city in blind rage, the boy was also quite intelligent when not invested in something emotionally. Rito too had been somewhat of a stabilizing force in his life, the recent explosion on what once was Vegeta not withstanding, so Zach was feeling unusually cerebral today. "Hmmm." was his initial, short and cryptic response. Looking back and forth between Gurin and the purple haired man, one wore an expression that was just ever so smug, the other one that was indicative of worry. Taking his sweet time in replying, Zach reached out and grabbed the drink that had been left for him and took a nice long sip before continuing his reply.

"I like to think the people have enough hope just knowing that I'm around." the teen continued, placing his half emptied glass back on the table. "I did compete in that last set of games you arranged after all and it's not like people don't know I'm here. The school is always open to visitors and there's always one reporter around for something or another. But... If you need me that badly, I guess I can be the shining beacon of hope once again. You can load me up with all the weight you want too but it would stop me, you know that." Zach concluded his answer to Gurin and then looked to the purple haired man and prepared to turn both of their perceptions of him on their collective ears.

"And you... Funny, I don't think I ever got your name..." he prefaced. "Born and raised here? And yet somehow ended up working for a monster. At least you saw the light when this one did." Zach continued gesturing to Gurin. "And you're a hell of a lot more human looking then he is. To tell the truth, until now I thought the hair was just a bad dye job. But if you're worried about the match don't be, while I look forward to giving you a spanking I won't be pulling your guts out through your ears."

"But on the note of surprise aliens Gurin, you and I have to talk." Zach looked back to the Namekian and jumped topics quite suddenly in the hopes of putting the green man on the defensive. "Specifically about a certain red and black one."

[Geurin]

Zach's response while slightly surprising was not at all worrisome to the minister. So long as Zach would participate he had what he wanted from him. Jorlaxl, hesitant as he was, would participate as well. With that the Super Dome had its first official match. Certainly he could hold little spars until then, but he could begin advertising immediately. Jorlaxl's request was reasonable and with it Geurin responded.

"You will have two weeks until the fight"

That likely was not the amount of time Jor was hoping for, but the fact remained that the super dome was nearly completed, and sitting on it would not help reproduce the money he had spent on it. He would certainly need to provide excellent fighters, and neither school seemed apprehensive about allowing their students into a potentially life threatening spar. Perhaps the severity of that was lost on them, or perhaps they were over confident. Regardless they were on board and that was enough for him. Zach's last comment was obviously directed at him, and Jorlaxl was of no concern.

"Headmaster, as a gift accept this set of heavy weights. Bring them back when you come to your battle, this should help you and your students until that time. The Victory Headmaster and I have some business to take care of. I will be sure to visit your school personally at a later date to clarify the battle rules once they are determined."

The weights were placed on the wall of the arena and were available for Jorlaxl to take as a temporary solution. He was clearly worried about his schools chance for success, and hopefully this loan would ease his worry if only a little. Being apprehensive was not a good way to send your students off.

Hopefully the Alien would take the hint that it was time to leave so that he and Zach could speak. Geurin knew the blonde would have a few words on the subject, and it was good to clear the air.

"I'm sorry, I don't know of any red and black planets"

He said with a smile, playing to the fact that he had blown the planet up, and thus removed it from existance. Perhaps his humor would not be appreciated, but he couldn't very well change tone without seeming shady. Besides, Geurin was not ashamed of what he had done, and even had his explanation ready. Here was hoping Zach was prepared to listen to it.

[Zach]

Retrieving his glass of tea once more, Zach finished the drink off while Gurin was explaining to them both that they would have two weeks to prepare for the upcoming event. By that time the dome would be ready for it's grand opening and the two masters were to engage in the inaugural bout at that grand opening. He then went on to explain to the purple haired man that he was being loaned a set of weights for training to help bring him up to the blonde's level. Zach didn't mind at all, it would help him put on a better show if his opponent was more capable. After explaining to the other school head master about his weights Gurin then turned his attention back to Zach and replied to the teen's comment about Kazama as if the other were a planet. The reply was confusing to say the least as Zach said nothing about any planets.

"I think you misheard me there, I wasn't talking about a planet, I was talking about your new pet." Zach responded and placed his empty glass on the table. "Your red and black monster, I've met him before on two occasions, one that you saw. He's dangerous." Zach continued and the very fact that a warning of such a nature was coming from him, he hoped would lend it all the more weight. The boy never considered anything very dangerous so when he mentioned something being so allowed it warranted credence. "I've seen him eat one person and he's likely done it before and since then. Hell from what he's told me there were two of him and he ate the other one. Be very careful with him, and be warned, if he does anything to endanger this planet or any of it's people, I don't care what you say, I will kill it."