Crash course.

He wasn't happy. Well he was furious really, but there was nothing he could do about it. Trunks had told him he needed to do a few competency tests on a few patrollers, and the two he was running through right now had apparently forgotten to take their test in the academy.

He sighed, honestly, why bother having a place of learning if people refused to actually learn. He opened a drawer on his desk, inside there was, among various clutter of papers and pens, a small cardboard box labeled W&A, he opened it, taking out two capsules before closing it, then closing the drawer. Finally he stood up and began walking down a hallway that connected to this office.

Right now they were below his lab in conton, he had told the two patrollers to meet him at a specific location, once there he had them take an elevator down to the bottom levels, where he normally ran his more volatile tests., finally he reached  the end of the hallway, and now stood in front of a door.

He pressed a depression in the frame by the metal door, a soft click was heard before a keypad slid out from a covering metal curtain. After a second of tapping the correct key sequence the door slid smoothly open, revealing a large arena, and its two occupants. 'Majins, it's always Majins.' He thought. Indeed, Majins were notorious for being forgetful or lazy, sometimes to their and everyone elses detriment.

He walked forward, clearing his throat and interrupting the conversation they were having. They stopped talking and turned towards him, giving him a good look at their attire. He was unimpressed. The blue one, Anenome, was wearing a cutoff denim vest over a black under shirt with a pair of baggy pants. Belle, the pink one, was wearing a small white leather vest, emblazoned with the logo of the Time Patrol and white jeans. They weren't dressed for a fight at all.

"Greetings." He called out. "I am Commander Targos, I will be overseeing your testing in my facility." He tossed each of them a capsule. "If you would open these." He waited while they depressed the top of the dynocaps, A small puff of smoke revealing a small rectangular box. "Now, inside that box you will find armour and weights, I made these my self, it's called Smart Armour. Now, before I begin, let me ask you a question."

"When you wear regular clothes, do you ever wonder how, during a fight, they don't instantly shred?" He waited. The pink one shrugged, scratching her head and the blue one didn't even bother paying attention, already slipping the armour and weights on. He sighed. "The reason for this, is because your body produces its own field of energy, a protective layer if you will, it's why clothing can take tremendous amounts of damage and still only have a few tears."

"Now," he began. "The armour and weights feed off that field, becoming heavier and more restricting, allowing you to better train." He watched the blue one, Anenome, frown, pumping her arm a few times to get used to the feeling of the weight. Belle had since put on the armour and weights as well, and looked mildly interested in what he was saying now.

"Now-" He was interrupted before he could continue.

"So, why are you doing this test anyways?" Grumbled Anenome.

He scowled. "Because I'm a Saiyan and once upon a time a warrior."

"So," She said. "Plenty of those about."

His scowl deepened. "I see, let me clarify then. For fifteen years it was my job to go to other planets and exterminate their warriors, among other things. In that time I have fought hundreds of warriors and witnessed thousands of styles. That is why I am the one administering this test." he said scathingly.

She seemed mollified by that.

Belle spoke up. "So, we'll be fighting you then?" She asked.

He chuckled. "Me? Not at all, my job is to watch." He motioned to a now opening metal door. "You will be fighting him."

Out from the door stepped four individuals, each with a shining metallic body. "Greetings, I will be your opponent today."

"What the hell, that's Cooler! he supposed to be dead!" Anenome shouted.

One of the metal bodies piped up. "The Big Gette Star allowed me to cheat death."

"Commander, isn't altering the timeline illegal? I don't think he's supposed to be here..." Belle said.

Targos rolled his eyes. "Normally, yes, however after consulting with the Supreme Kai and several other scientists I was able to reprogram him for a far more... Well, useful purpose. I assure you, this is all sanctioned. And as to how I acquired him, well I'll not bore you with the details."