This Chapter is dedicated to Miles333 for all of her time Beta Reading my stories while working on her own stories like The Immortal Protecters, The Savages' Revenge, and Twilight. Thank you.

Recommend you read Dragon Sagas: Book One before reading. Past events mentioned will make more sense.

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Prologue

The Saiyan Elite Caliwone snarled as he raced across the sky, his fresh hatred toward the Justice League in general and Shayera Hol in particular. Even after being healed without a scar from that epic battle with Doomsday, the pain of betrayal seemed as if it would remain with him until the end of time. To think of the year wasted with them after he had been so beaten by Kal-El and spared for things to break apart like that.

He came to an abrupt halt as he passed over the city of Gotham. Even in the daytime hours a certain dreariness seemed to hang over the city. What captivated his attention was not the city itself, but a memory he had of this place and an event that had occurred with this city's greatest protector and one of his many foes. Fear of weakness, he thought to himself and clenched a fist in front of him. Fear of betrayal.

Of course, now that the League had no say in his future, and knowing that this planet, Earth, was neither a threat or a target, Caliwone had no idea of what to do with himself now. He could take that human's advice and go to the 'Xavier Institute' but could human's, even mutants, really be worth spending any significant time with?

He turned in the air, his tail swaying behind him meditatively as he considered. If nothing else, it was a starting point from which he could move on from. Maybe it would be worth his time. They may just prove amusing. This planet had surprised him before, after all…

Chapter 01: Mutant Manor

Wind whistled calmly around the blue-clad Saiyan as he flew with no real haste toward this 'Xavier Institute'. The wind on his face felt wonderful and soothing to his tender emotional state. Anger still coursed through his heart at the betrayal of the Justice League and Shayera, but he felt hard pressed to remember that anger now as he spiraled lazily through the open sky. The light blue of the sky above him blended smoothly into the darker blue of his aura as he burst through a cloud.

Caliwone's mind shifted to his last memories of his sister. What had she meant by "...make our dead race proud..."? There was no way that what the League had told him about his planet being destroyed could be true. No way.

He soared gracefully over a middle-sized city, unseen by the humans below who were occupied by their busy lives. Caliwone still had no real love for the vermin, but had no quarrel with them either. His time among humans had showed that they could possess the warriors' spirit. He could respect that.

The city gave way to a single road leading to a large gate that protected an extraordinary building. It was an older designed building, yet just as magnificent. Caliwone had never seen a structure quite like it on any of the many planets he had been on. The sign next to the gate, unreadable to Caliwone, read, "Xavier Institute. School for gifted youngsters."

If the senses he was reading were any indication, this seemed to be the place. He resettled his bag on his back and touched down lightly in front of the main entrance. All around him with a clink of machinery, lasers sprouted from the ground, very obviously targeting him. He glanced casually around at the many barrels pointing at him, smirking slightly. This lame little defense might work against humans, but he was beyond this.

The blasters fired, shooting plasma blasts at him from all directions. Caliwone ducked and dodged, casually twisting to avoid the blasts. It was kind of fun. This drill was such a lax exercise, it was almost ridiculous. The blasters stopped abruptly, sinking back down into the ground. Caliwone looked casually back at the entrance where he could sense people running toward him. Their sense wasn't completely human, as if they had some added color to the feel in his mind. He wasn't completely caught by surprise. It was similar to some of those in the League.

One man took a step forward, what looked like three metal claws extending from each hand. A snarl reached Caliwone's ears, something that would have sent normal people skittering for safety. Caliwone snickered and turned to face the group. "Hey, bub, this ain't a public party. Why don't you hurry on outta hear before I decide to crash it," snarled the man with the metal knifes reaching out from his skin.

A man with a cyclops visor stepped forward next to the first man and raised his hand to his ear, looking ready to fight. "Is this the Xavier Institute?" Caliwone asked, purposely ignoring the older man's threat.

The man growled again, looking like a feral animal ready to pounce. The blue furred beast behind him let out a growl of his own as the rest the mutants stepped slightly apart from one another as to not interfere with each other's attacks, whatever they might be.

Above all of their heads, a thundercloud materialized in the sky above them, spitting lighting like an angry demon. Caliwone stared at it, transfixed with the thunderstorm that had just erupted in front of him. "Logan, Ororo, that will not be necessary," came a voice from behind the group. The man who rolled up to Caliwone had to have been important judging by the way the storm clouds vanished and the crowd parted. The man in the wheelchair eyed Caliwone for a moment, the look seeming to see much more than his mere appearance.

"My name is Charles Xavier," he said, his voice and expression softening a shade or two. "You must be Caliwone." He reached out a hand to shake.

Caliwone eyed the hand, not taking it at first. Suppressing a sneer of distaste, he gripped the other's hand. As if reading his mind, Xavier smiled, "It is a good thing I do not offend easily."

Caliwone cocked an eye. "What, can you read minds or something?" he asked, not really comfortable with that thought. Granted, J'onn from the Justice League was a telepath, but he had had the decency to remain out of his mind once he became allies with the League.

"Yes, as can several others here," he said over his shoulder as he turned and wheeled himself back towards the entry, using the nearest of the two ramps that bordered the steps. "Please, come." Giving one last look around, Caliwone trailed behind the professor, followed closely by Logan and the rest of the mutants.

Scott Summers folded his arms across his chest and frowned. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since the professor and Caliwone had went into his study, asking the rest of the X-Men to wait downstairs. He didn't like it. That was the 'Golden Warrior' the professor had locked himself in with. No matter what the Justice League seemed to think, he was still incredibly dangerous.

Some of the younger students didn't really seem to mind. Jubilee and Jamie were currently in the process of teasing Doug Ramsey while Xi'an Coy Manh, the Vietnamese psychic, jabbered at them in French. Scott reached up with his right hand to adjust his shades, but the dark red-lensed sun glasses slid back up the bridge of his nose before he could touch them. Scott turned, his expression turning a little less serious as he saw his fire haired wife, Jean, walk over to him, a lopsided smile she had taken from him on her face.

"Why so serious?" she asked, swinging her arms behind his head and kissing him lightly.

"I don't really like the idea of that monster in there alone with Professor X. I mean, you and I at least should..."

He stopped as Jean tapped his chest with her hand. "I trust Professor Xavier," she said, looking solidly into his eyes through the nearly opaque lenses. "As should you. Has he ever given us a reason to doubt his judgment?"

"That whole Apocalypse thing eight years ago comes to mind," Scott said seriously. Back then, the Professor and Ororo had gone to face Apocalypse, an incredibly powerful and ancient mutant that had attempted to change all humans into mutants, in an attempt to reason with him and, at the time, had been thought to have been killed by the villain. Of course, that had not been the case, but perception was half of reality.

Jean winced slightly at the harsh memory. She had taken it possibly hardest of anybody. "Scott, he knew what was going to happen to him then and he was ready to die for what he believed in. I doubt he plans on dying here for no reason." She kissed him again and took his hands in hers.

From behind Jean came a gagging noise. Turning, Scott and Jean Summers saw Rogue walk by, doing her apparent best to hang herself with her own glove covered hands and an invisible rope as she walked into the kitchen. The last of her long dark brown hair whipped out of view as the southern girl let out an exasperated breath that carried even over the loudness of the Institute's youngest at the two playing kissy-face in the doorway.

Jean blushed slightly and playfully pushed Scott away against the door jamb as if he had been the one to approach her. From the seat by the second entrance to the room, Logan tilted his cowboy hat down a hair as he straightened his newspaper. "Ah, to be young again," he said, deliberately turning his attention away from the two newlyweds.

"You can't blame them, though," Ororo chided him gently as she stood behind Logan's chair and looked at the two in question. "They are just living their lives the best way they know how."

"I never said I was blamin' 'em," Logan said to the tall white haired African woman behind him. "But can't they do it in a more private area at a more appropriate time?"

"You forget, the young are spontaneous by nature. Doesn't matter to them when or where. You should know that by now, Logan," Ororo told Logan, half teasingly.

"Right," Logan said, changing the page of his newspaper. He had learned it, alright, and it had been a painful experience, even for him. His emotional scars were right behind those of his adamantium skeleton. He shivered once at the thought of those bygone days.

"Logan, Ororo, Scott, Jean? Could you all come upstairs for a moment," Charles' voice asked in his mind, as well as the other three. As one, the four stopped what they were doing and walked out of the room. The other students suddenly became very still and very silent, not because of the seriousness of the situation that had just resurfaced in everyone's minds, but because all those not included were speaking their strong disapproval of being left out of the meeting in their minds, knowing that the Professor could hear them.

They made their hurried way up to Prof. X's study and knocked. The door opened to find Charles all alone in the office. They filed in, Logan coming in last and closing the door behind him. The study was typical to one found in mansions like these. The walls were covered by full bookshelves and mantles with large glass and wood swing-out doors. They lead to a nice little stone patio that protruded outward from the second story height. Trees hung artfully over the pad, casting a wide arrangement of patterns dancing over the stone before parting to show an expansive view of the back area of the mansion.

Caliwone was nowhere in sight as the attention in the room turned to Professor Xavier. He sat behind the elaborate cherry wood desk with his fingers interlaced in deep thought. He glanced up, rubbing one side of his head as if he had a very large headache.

"Well," Xavier said, sitting up straight and seeming to brace himself. "A couple of days ago, Superman from the Justice League made a request of me. He wants us to keep an eye on Caliwone and help prepare him for life among humans." "So, I do not want to make this decision without your input. You are all valued as family here and your opinions matter."

"You can't be serious!" Scott exploded, stepping forward. "Professor, are you seriously considering letting him stay here? He's dangerous!"

"Scott," Xavier said sharply. "Mind the open doors."

"Professor," Scott said, biting back what he really wanted to say and forcing calm through his body. "He is too dangerous to have around the younger students. We promised parents that we would keep their children safe. We can't keep that promise if that alien is here."

"Scott," Jean said softly, reaching out in an attempt to steal his hand. "Scott, be careful..."

"I actually have to agree with one eye over there to a point," Logan spoke up from his leaning position against a bookshelf. "We just don't know enough about his change to take the risk, yet. For all we know, the kid might have been behavin' for the simple fact that Superman was there to check him. Who knows what'll happen now he doesn't have that chain anymore."

"The fact that Superman let him go shows his trust in Caliwone," Ororo said, stepping in for the opposite argument. "Perhaps we should trust it, also. I mean, either way, he's on Earth. The only question is, will he live alone out there or stay with us where we can guide him?"

"I think it would be better to have him here where he will have a permanent safe house, in case anything was to happen," Jean said, looking back at Ororo and nodding in agreement. "And besides, this is a sanctuary for outcasts and those who want to learn. Isn't that why this place still remains?"

"Yeah, Red, it's why we're still here," Logan said. "But we are here because we made smart decisions. This kid has killed countless people and left the world in a bit of a crisis. How do ya expect people are gonna take it if we invite a super killer to our ranks, huh?" Logan shrugged, standing up again and joining the group. "The government, including S.H.I.E.L.D., gives us a lot of slack, but that will only go so far."

"You make a good point, Logan," Xavier spoke up, "but I must agree with Jean and Ororo. Yes, it could be risky having him here, but as Ororo said, he has to stay somewhere." Charles half turned his wheel chair, giving his students and friends a view of the left side of his bald head. "I built this school on the belief in second chances and a safe place to learn, free of prejudice and discrimination. I believe Caliwone deserves that same opportunity, don't you?"

"Look, Chuck, the difference here is that none the students had ever been killers. I might be tempted to do a few of 'em in myself, this time around, but the point here is he's not like the rest of us."

"I would have thought that you, of all people, know the importance of non judgment," Charles said disapprovingly.

Logan muttered something under his breath, but didn't say anything aloud and looked away.

"Alright, Professor, he can stay, but we need to set up some precautions," Scott said, completely not liking this. "First, how do we stop him should he go rogue?"

The professor leaned forward and looked into Scott's eyes. "I think what he needs is something to occupy him. The Danger Room has already been prepared for him. Superman told me that he spends almost all of his time in training facilities, and maybe someone he can relate to here. From what I understand, he had such a person up in the Justice League but after the events of the Doomsday attack, that relationship dissolved due to circumstance." "And in terms of precautions, the Justice League sent over his registration file. Like my brother, Cain, he has strong susceptibility to mental attacks. If need be, we should be able to restrain him."

The group nodded, agreeing with Xavier's reasoning and precaution. Ororo folded her arms in front of her and asked, "And who will this person be?"

"I think he needs to determine that for himself," Xavier said, doing his best not to look at anyone in particular in the room. He wheeled around his desk toward the door. "I hope our audience will approve," he said, raising his voice. Scampering of feet could be heard making tracks away from the other side of the door where some had tried eves dropping. Xavier shook his head and smiled slightly. "I am glad we could come to a decision here. I will be down shortly to officially inform the rest of the students." The four trooped to the door and exited.

Logan watched the other three file down the hallway from the doorway and turned back to Charles. "I'm probably right in guessin' that 'roro and Scott were the only ones who didn't notice the kid was right outside your balcony the whole time?"

Xavier looked a little sheepish. "I wanted Caliwone to be fully aware of people's expectations of him. It will make his transition here easier."

"You're playin' a dangerous game here, Chuck. I hope you know what you're doin'."

"As do I."

Logan nodded once. "Make sure he takes a shower first. I didn't need my heightened senses to smell him out there." With that, Logan left, closing the door behind him. Xavier bowed his head a moment, contemplating the reactions he had just been witness to. Each had their own points and valid ones they were, but Charles honestly believed Caliwone had already changed for the better. Deciding he was on the right course, he rolled out onto the balcony.

Caliwone was perched on the left side of thin stone railing that encompassed the balcony at waist level. His left leg was hanging off over the edge, and he was leaning against the mansion's wall with his eyes closed and arms folded. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist like a brown belt over his dark blue outfit. He opened his eyes as Xavier looked at him. "Do you understand their concerns?" Wheels asked Caliwone.

"As I have already told you and Kal-El, I have no interest in this planet or its inhabitants. I kill for the job or for worthy opponents. Humans by nature are neither." He gazed out through the trees at the expansive yard. It was bare now; all of the students inside waiting no doubt to hear what were going to happen.

Xavier nodded. "I hope that philosophy sticks with you. Will you join me downstairs so you can be introduced?"

Caliwone turned his head away, hiding his expression. It was only partially successful. To Xavier's telepathic mind, his emotions were as plain as day. Annoyance at having to put up with such ridiculous human customs, annoyance at the distrust about him, resignation and understanding the distrust, and resignation that the customs was something he would have to get used to. At least for a while. "Why not," he growled at last. "Can it wait for a bit?"

Xavier nodded and turned back to the inside study. "Just meet me here when you are ready. Then I will show you the bathrooms and showers. Then you can meet my students."

Caliwone gave Xavier a sharp look and dropped off the balcony. He fell out of sight before he burst away into a blue streak upward towards the far end the mansion's roof. Charles returned to his desk and opened the computer file marked, "Caliwone, the Saiyan". It had been sent to him by the Justice League, fully complete with a psychological profile and comments. This would come in very handy. After all, Xavier did graduate with a Masters degree in psychology.

Ororo shut her eyes, knowing exactly what she would see on the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath and with Scott and Jean behind her, she opened the door. It wasn't too bad. The sofa was still there, as was Ororo's piano. The plants and one of the busts, however, had managed to spread their once whole selves all over the floor. Most likely Jamie, code named "Multiple", had either hit something or someone had hit him causing him, and whatever else he was holding, to multiply away from him and crash into the various objects previously noted.

Xi'an was curled up in the chair Logan had vacated, reading a book about bartending and conversing with Doug Ramsey in a French-English conversation, paying no attention to the others with a slightly haughty air about her.

Rogue was sitting on the couch watching the events unfolding with equal parts disgust and amusement on her face while the cannonball Sam and the electric Ray joked and laughed next to her. Jubilee had sprawled out on the floor next to Rahne and Roberto, talking about Institute days before the "Revealing" as Bobby proceeded to create miniature ice sculptures in his hands. Beast, or rather Hank McCoy, had given up trying to parent everybody and was holding what appeared to be a very enthusiastic conversation with Kurt.

Scott groaned as he followed Ororo in, immediately seeing the messes. "Ten minutes," Scott grumbled. "Ten minutes and the place is already starting to fall apart."

Behind him, Jean looked chagrined. "Did you really expect anything else from "Mutant Manor"?"

The students finally took notice of the arrival and promptly zipped their lips and sat straight, expectantly. "Relax, everyone," Ororo spoke in the sudden silence. "The Professor will be down in a moment to tell you what is going on."

The anticipation filling the air wavered none. It would seem that the collected group was not about to let them off the hook that easily. They stared at them, waiting. It was slightly unnerving.

"Alright, you kids drop the looks," Logan said, walking in the room via the other door. The students and Hank all resettled their bodies in a much more casual attitude, regrouping themselves into various pockets, but the anticipation in the air was still strong enough to taste. Logan sighed and found himself another seat.

A half an hour later, Jean looked toward the door. "He's here," she announced, sensing her teacher's approach. One of the doors opened, allowing Professor Xavier to enter with the Saiyan, Caliwone, walking grudgingly in behind him. The group gathered, some looking in fear and awe at the Saiyan standing before them, others looking in hatred.

"Everybody, I would like to introduce you to Caliwone. As you are all probably already aware," Xavier said, sending what was supposed to be a disapproving look at Jamie, Jubilee, and Kurt, "Caliwone will be joining our ranks for the foreseeable future."

Looks were exchanged, most of them uneasy with that idea. "You aren't going to try and blow us up or anything, right?" Rogue asked from back of the group, her Louisiana accent very pronounced. Her more or less gothic appearance had faded over the course of the last seven years, leaving her more inclined to wear brighter colors, although attitude remained more or less intact.

The Saiyan gave her a chilling stare that even Rogue was afraid to stare back into. Caliwone opened his mouth to answer, but Xavier spoke up first. "I know you all are thinking more or less the same thing," he said. The crowd as a whole shifted their feet slightly, not sure if Xavier had read their minds or their expressions. "It is true that he was the one referred to as the 'Golden Warrior' that terrorized the planet for three years. He has come here to change from his previous lifestyle and I hope every one of you can lend a hand in helping him accomplish that task."

There was a silence. All of the students stared at Caliwone. The knowledge that he was the 'Golden Warrior' and the rippling muscles that Caliwone set plainly in sight was more than a little intimidating. Caliwone couldn't blame them; he had scared a lot of people in his life. He was used to this kind of treatment by now, having received almost the same from the League floating above. He didn't need to be liked here; this was just a pit stop until he could find something better.

"I want to see him in action," Bobby said. Rahne elbowed him in the side, warning him to be quiet. "What?" he asked, rubbing his side. "Hey, we are X-Men. We deserve to know what he can do."

A general chorus of agreement was raised by the other mutants. "We could do it like an "AA" meeting," Sam Guthrie put in eagerly.

"What's 'AA'?" Doug asked, still too young to know.

"Don't worry about it," Xi'an said, patting his shoulder gently.

Everyone else raised their voices again, loving the idea.

"Uh, Charles, maybe we should take this outside," Logan put in, standing up. "I can see this getting' out of hand real quick."

Xavier turned to look up at the Saiyan. "What do you think, Caliwone?" he asked, not wanting to put Caliwone in any uncomfortable situations. "Would you feel comfortable doing this?"

Caliwone folded his arms across his chest. "Whatever," he said, taking a step forward. "What's 'AA'?"

The group arranged themselves in a wide circle, giving Caliwone noticeably more space than the others as they sat down on the grass. Logan and Ororo stood to the right of Caliwone, who also refused to sit, while Professor Xavier wheeled his way to Caliwone's left. "Bobby," Xavier said, indicating the boy who had first spoken. "Since this was your idea, why don't we start with you?"

Bobby stood up. "The name is Bobby Drake, also known as Ice Man, the coolest member of the X-Men." Most of the girls gave a little applause and cheer. "I can ice anything within fifty feet, including myself." For a demonstration, Bobby covered his body in ice and stretched out his arms. Winter flowed from his fingertips, freezing the ground ten feet away and creating a twenty-foot solid ice wall that towered over the group. Applause came from his little cheerleaders again and he sat back down, a smug look in his face.

The young man next to Bobby stood up. "My name is Sam Guthrie, also known as Cannonball. My powers are...well..." he trailed off and turned to look at the ice wall behind him. He crouched and jumped, his legs disappearing in a cloud of swirling smoke and smashed head first into the wall. The wall shattered, sending large chunks of ice crashing down around the group. Caliwone saw Jean Summers lift one hand to her temple and stretched the other out to the falling ice. The ice stopped in mid air, hovering, before being gently tossing them aside.

Cannonball trotted back a little sheepishly. "Way to go, Cannonball," Bobby said, grinning.

"Come on, hurry it up," Logan said, a little impatiently.

"Ray Crisp," The guy next to Sam said, standing, his orange tipped bangs catching Caliwone's interest. "I go by Berserker. I use the power of electricity." He clenched his fists, electricity sparking around them. He stretched his hands downward and let the electricity arc between his fingertips and the ground for a moment before sitting back down.

Next up was Rogue. She looked around briefly before standing up with a sigh. "Rogue," she said, a bored tone and removed the glove from her right hand. "My power is absorption." She reached down and touched the unsuspecting Berserker in the neck with her exposed hand. Ray gave a surprised yelp and fell onto his back, dazed if not unconscious. Not noticing or not caring, Rogue lifted one finger. Electricity erupted from her hand, condensing down to a glowing ball of electrical energy. Her accent and voice mannerism had changed subtly, strongly resembling those of Berserker's as she said, "I can use other mutant's powers for a little bit or drain the life force of normal humans."

She sat down as she let the energy go, swiping one hand across her white streaked bangs and folding her arms. Caliwone held his attention on her for a moment, not paying any real attention to next couple of mutants that introduced their meager powers. This Rogue, if her explanation had been right, was able to steal or copy other mutant's powers. That ability gave her huge potential. He would have to watch out for her.

Jean stood up to introduce herself, taking note of Caliwone's distraction with Rogue. Rogue, herself, was apparently too engrossed with the grass to notice this. Jean lifted her right hand and pointed it at Caliwone.

Caliwone's attention snapped over to Jean, both because he was suddenly levitating ten feet of the ground under some other source's power, as well as the enormous power that suddenly emanated from her. It was strange, not a human or mutant sense he had ever sensed before. It felt almost alien, unlike anything he had ever encountered. "It would be polite to pay attention when we put on such a demonstration for you," Jean said walking over to him while Caliwone allowed himself to remain aloft. "Perhaps you can manage to keep your eyes off of Rogue long enough to demonstrate your powers."

Rogue looked up, her pale skin reddening slightly as she sent a cold look his way. As if he, a Saiyan Elite, was interested in something like that here. Scott stood up as well, walking over to stand next to his wife. "Caliwone, was it? Why don't you be a good student and listen to your teachers. First thing, sit down." Scott lifted up his glasses, flashing his unveiled eyes for only a moment on the ground beneath Caliwone.

Red energy blasted out from his eyes, powerful, and blasted the ground away. Jean released Caliwone, as if he would fall on his butt in the small crater. Caliwone remained floating for a second before settling himself casually on the ground. He walked slowly to the middle of the group, his eyes steady on Scott.

"Very well, kid. Allow me to introduce you to true power." Charles and Logan exchanged a quick look and backed up a bit, taking Ororo with them as Caliwone's aura burst into existence. With casual effort, Caliwone tore the ground apart under him, causing the group to back up a little. Scott didn't move, although the expression on his face showed he would like nothing better than to join the rest of them. Caliwone smiled, appreciating his bravery. His feet relaxed as he lifted his body slightly off the ground and fired a blast out into the tree line in the near distance. A hole vaporized itself into the upper half of two trees with not a tug to mark its passage, the bluish energy fading along with the falling leaves.

Scott turned to look at the sight. Mistake. Caliwone moved faster than the eye could see, lightly tapping his knee into Scott's stomach. There was a gasp, both from the crowd as well as from Scott's lips. Caliwone looked at Jean, impressed. She had her hand extended once more, a serious expression on her face and a vain pulsing by her temple. Caliwone removed his knee from the pressure of Jean's mind that had prevented him from actually touching Scott as he backed away from Caliwone.

Caliwone stayed where he was, loving the sight of cold sweat on Scott's face. "Let me tell you all something," he said, looking around at the group. "I come from a race of conquers. I have leveled more civilizations than there are cities on this planet. Get one thing straight here. I made a promise not to kill or destroy simply because I have no reason to anymore." He glanced over at Scott, Jean, and then Rogue. "I have no intention of harming any of you, but do not test me."

Logan shifted his feet, wanting to step forward and end this little session. He glanced down at Charles. Xavier was leaning forward with his fingers laced under his chin, his attention placed on Caliwone with professional interest. It was the same look he had seen so many times from Charles as he read his new student, not mentally, but almost at a personal level. It was, in fact, the same look Charles had given him when he had first arrived. Logan looked back at Caliwone, standing in defiance of opinions, fears, or anger toward him.

Caliwone looked around once more at the quiet group. It wasn't his intention to scare these people, but they also needed to learn that he was not to be trifled with. He was a Saiyan, and by Saiyan customs, those who challenged him and his authority had to be put in their place. It wasn't his fault that these vermin scared so easily.

Kurt, the one they called Nightcrawler, teleported between him and Scott in a puff of sulfuric blue smoke. "Come on, guys," he said, a distinct German accent underlying his words. "Look, we are all friends here. Can't we just get along, or something?"

Caliwone looked at him. Really looked. Kurt's bluish hair and human appearance didn't seem quite... right. His senses tingled with a distinctly fury feeling, though there was not a speck of fur on this guy. Caliwone walked forward to take a closer look at this one. Kurt backed up as if he thought Caliwone was going to hit him or something.

"That's enough for one day, I think," Xavier spoke up, preventing Caliwone's interested investigation. "No doubt everyone is ready to enjoy the evening. Caliwone, Ororo will show you to your room. Everyone else, you have training with Logan, I believe."

Caliwone turned reluctantly from Kurt, vowing to investigate further into his little mystery, and followed the tall white haired woman back to the mansion as groans were raised at the training idea. Caliwone had no interest in their training. Most likely, it was too far beneath his level to even be considered exercise.

The two walked up the stairs of the mansion, the woman, Ororo, did so with incredible grace for a human, Caliwone noted. "What powers do you possess?" he asked casually, looking around as to appear uninterested.

"I can manipulate weather," she said over her shoulder. "My code name is Storm, for obvious reasons," she finished, twirling a finger upward and creating the smallest storm, complete with lightning and cracking thunder.

"So it was you that created that thundercloud when I first arrived," he said observantly. "You seem to have a lot of control over your powers for a student."

"I am no student," Ororo said with a chuckle. "I have been teaching at this school for a long time. I taught Scott and Jean before they starting teaching here themselves."

The hallway turned left and Ororo led him to a door midway down the hall. She opened it to reveal a somewhat large room with a single bed, dresser, desk, and closet. The layout of the furniture was nearly as nicely done as was the physical design of the room, as expected from a manor like this. Of course, Caliwone could appreciate the beauty, but it still did not fit him.

"You will find that things are pretty relaxed here. Dinner is at seven, but feel to grab food whenever you are hungry. The professor is pretty good at keeping food in the refrigerator. Your first practice mission is at six tomorrow morning."

Caliwone walked over to the window, ignoring Ororo's words, and looked out at the backyard. Behind him, he could hear the door shut softly. He stared outwards, stretching his senses beyond the gates. He still had not forgotten about those invisible creatures from before his fight with Kal-El. He couldn't sense anything beyond the Institute that was abnormal. After a few minutes, Caliwone opened the window and leapt outside into the free air

To be continued...

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