Authors Note: Hello everyone and welcome back to another chapter of Dragon Ball R. Before we begin, I would like to thank everyone that reviewed my story and gave me advice on it. I truly appreciate them and will try my hardest to use these to improve my writing and as a result give you guys a better reading experience. That's all for now, if there are any comments, suggestions or criticism you would like to say, please write a review. Anyway, on to the story.

Last time on Dragon Ball R, The Z-Warriors were sent to an unknown world known as Remnant via a strange light. However, along with them they brought along the tyrannical Lord Frieza who has already destroyed the recovering city of Vale and Beacon Huntsman Academy. Now, the heroes are in the care of the split up members of Team RWBY and must find a solution to their problem as fast as they can! Today: Heroes and Villains Collide?! Salem's New Obstacle!

"AAGG!" Gohan sat bolt upright. He felt groggy and confused, but he was sure he had just felt a powerful surge of energy which had snapped him out of his stupor.

He looked around to get his bearings. Next to, Krillin had also risen just as suddenly, turning his head in every direction to try and figure out where he was. Besides him, Dende had gotten up more slowly, though he too became just as panicked once he saw his surroundings.

Gohan couldn't blame them. He was just as confused and panicked as they were. The place they were sitting in looked nothing like Namek. They sat in the middle of a small beaten path, with wooden railings on either side that separated the path from the tree line. The trees bent over the path, their orange leaves beginning to scatter onto the path as autumn neared its end. Their branches waved cheerfully as a light breeze blew by, so it looked like they were saying hello to the newcomers. The sky seemed to be less friendly, with a cloud cover that hung over them like a grey sheet.

"Well," Krillin said after a few minutes of looking around, "Normal trees? Normal looking sky? Yep. We are definitely not on Namek anymore."

"What do you mean by 'normal'?" Dende asked, his voice quaking with suppressed fear, "This place looks completely alien!"

Krillin was about to embark on a long speech about the landscape of Earth, when Gohan noticed something else and cut him off. "Look!"

He pointed across the path from where they were sitting. Krillin and Dende looked to where he was pointing and saw Team RNJR backed up against the wooden railing. They looked terrified, with their eyes fixed on the newcomers. The two groups remained silent for a moment, not sure how to begin. Then Gohan spoke.

"Umm… hello?" Gohan said tentatively, raising a small hand in greeting.

"Uhh… hi there," Ruby responded, just as tentatively while also raising her hand in a similar greeting.

They stood silent once more. An awkward meeting to say the very least. Finally, Jaune couldn't hold it any longer and asked the burning question on everyone's mind.

"Who are you guys? And what was that light?"

"Woah buddy," Krillin suddenly jumped up, alert, "We can't just tell you that! How do we know that you're not some type of evil creature that wants to eat our faces?"

Next to him, Dende nodded vigorously in agreement. Gohan just groaned. On the other side, Jaune looked so affronted that he couldn't respond. Nora took up the reins.

"And how are WE sure that YOU aren't the monsters that will rip OUR faces off?" she countered aggressively, "Besides, were do you get off saying that? You guys look as human as us, well apart from the little green guy."

She nodded toward Dende who was now hiding behind Krillin, though he wasn't much shorter than him. Krillin looked serious now and Gohan could see he was ready to start an argument with these strangers. He hadn't known Krillin to be so aggressive but with everything that just happened, he couldn't fully blame him. Still, he needed to put a stop to this before a fight broke out.

"We promise not to rip your faces off if you don't rip ours," he said calmly, standing up from his position. Then he walked forward a few steps and stuck out his hand. "My name is Son Gohan. A pleasure to meet you."

Team RNJR exchanged nervous looks. Then, from behind Nora, Ren stepped out and shook Gohan's hand. A firm, but friendly handshake that garnered no ill will from either side.

"Lie Ren. I apologize for the cold reception. We were just surprised by your sudden appearance and weren't quite sure how to react."

"I can understand that," Gohan replied, smiling, "We are quite baffled ourselves. This definitely not the world we were in before." He released Ren's hand and gestured behind him. "This is my friend, and I guess chaperone, Krillin. And next him is our new Namekian friend Dende."

Krillin and Dende, who still looked quite nervous about the situation, nodded and stepped forward. Behind Ren, Ruby now stepped forward and offered her hand to Gohan, smiling.

"My name is Ruby Rose," she said sweetly and shaking his hand very gently, but deliberately. Gohan realized what she was doing quickly and chuckled awkwardly. Ren realized as well.

"Ruby. I don't think this the type of kid you need to act dumb and sweet to. He is much smarter than any kid his age."

Ruby looked annoyed and puffed her cheeks out. "Well how was I supposed to know that, Ren? I just met the little guy!"

"Does a kid his age usually know how to mediate an argument and introduce himself like an adult?" Ren asked calmly. Ruby, having nothing to counter with, huffed indignantly. Meanwhile, Jaune and Nora approached Krillin and Dende.

"Hey sorry we got off on the wrong foot," Jaune said politely, "The name is Jaune Arc."

"AND I'M NORA!" Nora yelled loudly, and Jaune covered his ears. Dende stumbled back a bit with the loud introduction, his fear returning. But Krillin didn't seem to mind. In fact, he snapped his legs and arms together and bowed before Jaune and Nora in a formal bow.

"My name is Krillin. I would like to also apologize for the comment about... ripping faces off." He looked embarrassed to be doing such a formal greeting. In truth, he had been so nervous when Gohan had introduced their group so calmly to the strangers that when they had come up to him, he had panicked and done something completely out of character.

"No need to be so formal," Jaune said. Next to him, Nora rushed over to Dende and began examining him thoroughly, popping around him as if she was teleporting.

"Who are you? What are you? Are you naturally green? Are you aliens? Are you actually going to eat us-"

"NORA!" the rest of Team RNJR yelled, stopping her. She giggled a little and patted Dende on the head. "Just kidding! Nice to meetcha!" She then skipped back to Ren, still smiling at the group.

Now that introductions had been complete, each group seemed to examine each other more closely, noting the others appearance and clothing. It hadn't quite struck either group just how different they were, and it brought up many questions. Ruby was the first to pose one.

"So, Gohan mentioned something about a different world? Was that just a metaphor or-,"

Suddenly, thunder boomed above. The grey clouds before had become a much darker shade and flashed with lightning. The smell of oncoming rain reached the groups noses.

"Let's talk somewhere else," Jaune said, pointing down the road, "We were just resting at a town down that way a short way. We can take shelter there and talk."

Everyone agreed and together, they ran down the road. Team RNJR took the lead with Gohan, Krillin and Dende following.

As they ran, Gohan whispered to Krillin, "Hey, did you feel a powerful surge of energy when you woke up?"

Krillin's face became grave. "Yeah. It's what woke me up. I can't bear to think what he did."

Gohan nodded. "For now, we need to just focus on our new group of friends. If we want to gain their trust, we are going to have to answer a lot of questions."

Dende then spoke up behind them, "I am truly sorry for them."

Gohan and Krillin turned back to look at him. "What do you mean?"

Dende looked into their eyes and they saw the pain of grief in them. "I'm sorry for what we have brought with us to their world."

"How is he?" Weiss asked Klein as she sipped her tea.

They were drinking tea in her room. As she was still not allowed to leave, Klein would bring her food and drinks on a tray at meal times. Today, Weiss had asked him to sit with her to talk about the strange man that had been brought aboard a few hours before from the mysterious spacecraft. While he had orders not to say anything, Klein had agreed anyway. He truly loved the Schnee heiress. Besides, the rest of the Schnee family had left for a party across town, leaving him in charge.

"Well," he began adding some sugar to his tea, "we still don't know too much about him. He was floating in a sort of liquid chamber with all kinds of wires hooked up to him. The chamber was cracked though from the crash, so the liquid was pouring out and the guards decided to free him." He paused to take a sip of tea. "We took him in for examination to find out who he was. We still have absolutely no idea except for maybe that he is some sort of martial artist. In fact, we can't find any records of him anywhere in the archives."

Weiss choked on her tea. As Klein handed her a napkin, she spluttered, "How?! Those archives have the data on every single person in Remnant."

She had never really approved of the massive archive her family kept about the people of Remnant. She felt it was an obvious breach of privacy, though her father maintained that it was necessary for business.

"We really don't know. Along with this, the ship that he was in has also not been found in the archives. To make sure, General Ironwood actually made some calls to the other kingdom leaders to ask if their inventors were building things in secret. They all denied it and said they had never seen a ship such as the one described."

Weiss, who had recovered herself from her choking fit, sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. If the man wasn't in the archives, why would the ship be." Then a strange thought came to her. "Wait, maybe the man is not really a man. Maybe he is a synthetic robot, like the ones the Atlesian Knights, but made to look exactly like a human."

Klein chuckled softly. "Quite the idea, my lady! But we do know that he is human. Or at least a living being."

Weiss raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that, Klein?"

Klein took a sip of tea, pondering how he should answer. Honestly, he didn't know if he understood himself. The whole ordeal was quite strange.

"You see," he began, "though he is definitely a living being, he seems to possess a very high level of energy."

"Aura?" Weiss asked curiously, sitting up. Klein shook his head.

"That's just the thing see. It isn't aura. In fact, he doesn't have any aura as far as we can tell by our scanners. However, he definitely has a very powerful life energy. Not to mention his physical strength is nothing to joke at."

Weiss's eyes widened. "Wait, what? Did we wake up and fight?"

"No, no," Klein soothed gently, "He is still fast asleep actually. But when we tried to strap him in our medical bay for examination, his arms somehow broke about five leather straps. We then tried to use the mechanical clasps that we usually use to hold down prisoners, but they too just broke at the slightest movement. We were forced to use our specialized Dust bindings to strap him down."

It was then Klein realized that instead of actually soothing the heiress, he had made her much more afraid. She had stared wide-eyed as he had described what had happened and her face was slack with terror. He cursed himself for his foolishness.

"Forgive me, my lady," he said politely, "I didn't mean to frighten you so much. I will just let you enjoy your tea in peace now."

"Wait!" Weiss cried, snapping out of her daze and grabbing his arm, "No it's fine. I was just shocked. Don't go, I want to hear more."

Klein looked at her skeptically, but Weiss gave him a pleading look and he relented.

"Alright, though there isn't much more to tell. The only other thing we gathered from our examination is that he was severely injured. Wounds all over his body and many broken bones and limbs. It was actually quite surprising since he seemed to be radiating so much power, but there you have it."

"Do we have any idea what had caused the injuries?" Weiss asked, "Grimm attack maybe?"

Klein laughed. "Come, my lady. This man has proven to be as strong as many Huntsmen while injured and unconscious. Do you really think any Grimm could actually harm him? No, we believe, though of course we are not sure, that he was in some sort of fight and afterward he went into the healing chamber to rest up."

"Healing chamber?"

Klein waved away the question, "Yes the liquid chamber we found him. A few mechanics went inside to inspect it and found life support machines and other medical equipment connected to the machine. However, here is the kicker." With this he leaned in closely, Weiss mimicking to catch every word. "We believe this because just an hour ago, he began saying a name. A name that seemed to cause him great discomfort judging by the faces he began making. He actually broke one of the Dust bindings at one point."

Weiss, who had earlier been terrified by the thought of this man breaking leather and mechanical restraints, completely bypassed the last remark. Instead, she asked, "What was the name?"

"Frieza."

A cold silence swept the room. Weiss shivered, even though the room was quite warm, and the windows were shut. The tea she had just drank tasted like acid and she gulped down hard.

"I have never heard of that name," Weiss eventually said, putting her teacup down.

"Neither have we," Klein said, "But we may actually have a clue about who he is."

"What?" Weiss looked at him in awe. "For someone who says we don't know much, you're certainly giving me a lot of information."

Klein didn't respond. His face had become very somber and he to put down his teacup. Weiss looked into his eyes and suddenly saw great sadness within. The look suddenly made her afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. "What happened?"

"The city of Vale and Beacon Academy have been completely destroyed."

Weiss suddenly couldn't feel her body. She slumped down in her chair limp as a ragdoll, her chin resting on her chest as her head hung low. Klein sprang up and rushed to her side.

"My lady!" he cried, gripping her shoulders tightly, "Are you alright? Please speak to me!"

Weiss didn't say anything. For a while, she just sat in mute disbelief while Klein pleaded. Then, after what seemed like ages, she hoarsely asked, "How?"

"Look, my lady," Klein stammered, "I think we should table these discussions for- "

"HOW DID IT HAPPEN!?" Weiss screamed, looking up at Klein with tears streaming down her face.

Klein froze, unwilling to respond but unable to see Weiss cry. He sighed heavily and crouched down beside her, taking her hand softly.

"All we know from witnesses is that in less than a full minute, the area was completely leveled by a massive explosion of bright orange energy with a power that no bomb we have could reproduce. It's all over the news, and details are still vague, but some experts believe that this was a powerful aura attack of some kind due to the energy the blast had."

Weiss stayed silent, listening to Klein. Then she asked quietly, "But what does this have to with the man and the name 'Frieza'?"

Before Klein could respond, the door to the room suddenly burst open. The two looked up to see a doctor in a white lab coat panting heavily.

"I am sorry to barge in like this, my lady," he said between gasps, "but the man… he has awoken."

"For the last time, I'm a Namekian, not a faunus!"

Piccolo slammed his fist on the railing of the ferry, slicing it in half.

It had been a strange past few minutes. He had woken up in an unknown place just after being revived from the dead. He had barely spent a minute on his homeworld, when he had suddenly lost consciousness from a blinding light. Now he was on a ferry boat, confronted by to two people, a girl with cat ears and a boy with a monkey's tail which had been an immediate red flag for Piccolo. They had both been startled with his sudden return to consciousness and while the girl had mostly remained silent, the boy had begun incessantly asking questions about him before he had a chance to gather himself. One question that seemed to keep coming back was that if Piccolo was something called a "faunus", which he had now answered for the third time.

Now he turned to Sun, who had backed away instinctively, and angrily posed a question of his own. "Are you a Saiyan?"

It was Sun's turn to get angry. He balled his fists, resisting the urge to fly at Piccolo.

"What's that? A derogatory term for a faunus?" he growled, "I can't believe that the thanks I get for saving your butt is yelling and insults!"

Piccolo scoffed. "Saved me? Give me a break! I didn't need your help. Besides, you were the one that began asking me stupid questions about faunus right after I woke up."

Sun began to storm over to Piccolo, reaching behind him for his staff. "Do you want to fight buddy? Cause at this point, I am ready to-"

"QUIET!"

Blake stepped between the two with her weapon drawn, pointing the sheath at Sun and the machete at Piccolo. They both looked at her, Sun startled by the sudden interference and Piccolo indifferent.

"Blake, what are you doing?" Sun hissed at her, "This guys is insulting faunus's and acting like a total ass in general and-"

He was silenced as Blake gave him a withering look. "Listen to me Sun," she hissed back, "First off, you did just start asking him questions when he woke up. Second, he gave you an answer and you still persisted. Third, you haven't asked for his name or who he is, and you have already pulled your weapon out. Do you know what type faunus do that? The White Fang."

Her last words cut through him hard. He lowered his staff, his anger turning to guilt. Piccolo just grunted and turned away.

"That doesn't mean I'm done with you by the way," Blake said behind his back, "You still have yet to tell us who you are and where you came from."

Piccolo didn't turn around, but he replied, "You never asked me who I was thanks to your loud friend. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you because it's none of your business."

Blake closed her eyes, composing herself. She was beginning to blame Sun less for his outburst. This guy's rude attitude really made it hard to talk casually.

"Look," she said trying again, "You appeared out of absolutely nowhere in a flash of light. You can't honestly expect us to just ignore that, can you?"

"It would be nice if you did," Piccolo replied coldly, "I have enough on my mind as it is without dealing with talkative teenagers. Now leave me be!" He barked the last command.

Sun tried to step up and say something, but Blake took his arm and began leading him away. Piccolo still didn't turn around, but he listened to their receding footsteps on the wooden deck. Once they had dissipated completely, he returned his attention to his thoughts and objectives.

He needed to know where he was, but more importantly, he needed to know if anyone else had come with him to this world. He concentrated and searched out with his Ki energy searching. Within seconds he locked on to two familiar Ki signatures a way away. Gohan and Krillin.

He breathed a small sigh of relief. At least Gohan was okay. He had been worried for the boy's safety the whole time he had been on King Kai's planet, listening to King Kai recite the events of their encounter with Zarbon and the Ginyu Force. He remembered that when he told Gohan to bring him back to life so he could avenge his people, King Kai had scolded him for being rash and foolish. However, Piccolo hadn't told him or Gohan that the other reason, maybe even the main reason, he wanted to come back was to be able to protect the boy.

"Hmmph, I'm growing soft," Piccolo said to himself quietly, but a smile still played on his lips.

He then got back to his objective. He began searching for familiar Ki once more and within a few seconds was able to find Vegeta's. Great, he's here. I could have done without him. Though Piccolo had trained well under King Kai, he still would have a tough time going up against the Prince if it did come to that.

He moved away and searched again. This time, it took a few minutes and he had been about to conclude that Gohan, Krillin and Vegeta were the only familiar faces here, when he felt a faint but noticeable signal. He focused on it and then snorted at his own foolishness. Of course, he's here to. Son Goku's energy was faint but true and was easily the farthest away then the others.

Piccolo relaxed. He did not have the same affection for Goku that he did for his son, but he had great respect for his strength and knew that as long as Goku was here, things would become more hopeful.

Finished with his search, Piccolo began to formulate a plan, consisting of him flying over to Gohan, when he suddenly noticed another Ki. A massive, powerful and evil Ki, full of bloodlust and intent on bloodshed.

Piccolo staggered, unable to comprehend what he was sensing. He knew who it was and was surprised that he had somehow overlooked it while searching as Frieza's energy was far beyond anything in his wildest imagination. He suddenly felt incredibly foolish for thinking he could avenge his kin by killing Frieza. Compared to him, he was but an insect.

He gulped. He closed off his mind from the energy and tried to gather himself. Flying to Gohan was not an option anymore. Flying at all wasn't an option. He knew that Frieza was wearing a scouter, the device that could sense power levels, and if used his Ki for anything, Frieza could find him and destroy him. Unfortunately, that did not leave many options. Piccolo sighed and breathed deeply, preparing for one of his biggest weaknesses. Socializing.

At the bow of the ferry, Blake and Sun stood silently. They both wore faces of anger and annoyance, still miffed about the exchange with Piccolo. Every few minutes, Sun would try to raise the mood, but his attempts fell flat and every time he just lapsed back into angry silence. In Blake's case, she was too caught up in her feelings to try and raise the mood. She was convinced she had done the right thing. But she had been turned away and shunned. And in the end, she had walked away once more. Just like how she had walked away from her team.

A voice cleared its throat behind them and they turned sharply. Piccolo stood there awkwardly, not smiling. Sun straightened, scowling.

"What do you want?"

Piccolo, forcing done a retort, calmly recited the words he had practiced before coming over. "Hello, my name is Piccolo. I am a Namekian from the planet Namek. I have come to ask for your help."

In a dark land, away from all the kingdoms of Remnant, a dark palace stood, black and foreboding. Around it, pools of dark liquid oozed and bubbled, bursting to hatch black nightmare creatures.

Inside, the halls were tall and arching, like the inside of a church but black and with no murals on the walls. They all lead to a large conference room that overlooked the dark countryside around it. There, a pale white woman in dark robes sat at the head of a long table, seemingly waiting for something. Floating nearby, a creature with an orb for a head and tentacles showed a vision of a figure flying over a forest.

The doors to the room opened and the image in the orb went dark as four men and two women entered and took their seats around the table. At the head of the table, the woman straightened up and everyone looked at her intently.

"Thank you for joining me at this emergency meeting," the immortal witch Salem said, looking around at each face, "I understand that we had a meeting not too long ago about our plans for the maidens and the girl with silver eyes, but something has arisen."

Everybody fidgeted uncomfortably. "Something has arisen" was not something good to hear from Salem.

Finally, a tall muscled man spoke up. "We are here to serve, my lady. If you need us, we will always return. Besides, I have made sure to send a message to Adam explaining the situation. He has made sure to move the meeting with Leader Sienna Khan and is still working on the preparations to overthrow her."

Salem nodded shortly. "Good, Hazel. Very good," she then turned to a man in a suit and a handlebar mustache, "I assume you did the same with Lionheart, Watts?"

The man smiled smugly. "Of course, my lady. I would never overlook such a simple matter."

Next to him, a faunus with crazy eyes and a scorpion tail asked breathlessly, "What does our queen have to say to us?" He looked at Salem, giggling hysterically.

"I bet it is something to do with Cinder," Watts snickered, glancing at a woman with red hair sitting across from him. The woman growled and tried to reply but could only muster a hoarse croak causing Watts to chortle. "I see your voice hasn't improved yet. Do you need your little lackeys to speak for you?" He eyed the young grey clad boy and green clad girl sitting on either side of Cinder.

The two started upward in defense for their master but Salem raised her hand. "Enough. Mercury and Emerald. Sit down."

They obeyed immediately, not daring to defy her. Salem then glanced sternly at Watts. "And please, dispense with your childish taunts. They are not productive to our goal."

Watts bowed his head saying, "Forgive me, my lady. I shall do as you ask."

Salem nodded and then turned back to the table at large. "Now that we have settled in, let us get down to business. I have summoned you because of an event that has just occurred that could jeopardize our purpose."

The room was silent. The others stared at Salem, trying to digest what she had said. It was hard for them to believe that something would have the ability to jeopardize Salem's plan, let alone get in her way.

"May I ask what you mean, my lady?" Watts asked, careful to keep his tone level and polite.

"The city of Vale and Beacon Academy have both been destroyed," Salem replied, her voice taking on a hard edge that caused the company to flinch, "by a newcomer."

As she said the word "newcomer" she scowled deeply. She looked around to gauge the reaction of her servants and was infuriated to see them suddenly much less interested.

"So, a guy blows up a city and academy with some bombs and a small army," Mercury said examining his fingernails, "So what? That happens. Not to mention, we softened the place up for him after what we did. Why do you care anyway about-"

Next to him, Cinder elbowed him sharply to be quiet. Everyone else looked at Salem, fearful of her reaction. She had closed her eyes, controlling her breathing.

"How dare you speak that way to our queen!" Tyrian screeched angrily, jumping up and pulling out his double headed axe-guns, "I will decapitate you for your insolence!"

"That's enough, Tyrian," snapped Salem, her eyes glowing red. Tyrian recoiled and nodded vigorously while sitting back down.

"As for you," Salem turned her red eyes on Mercury, "One more outburst such as that and I will kill you painfully. You are no more than a lackey of Cinder anyway. So, keep your mouth shut and learn your place."

Mercury shrunk back in his seat, losing all his former bravado. The others all turned their attention back to Salem who began to calm down, the glow in her eyes fading.

"Vale and Beacon have both been destroyed by a single individual. He had no bombs, no men and not even a weapon of any kind. He seemed to use a type of aura attack that had enough explosive power to level the area."

She paused, waiting for any contradiction. None came.

"As you can tell, this kind of power is quite unprecedented in Remnant," she continued, "Even I haven't seen such display of power since…," she paused once more, and another flash of anger came into her eyes, "since the gods were around."

All around the table, expressions of shock stared at her. They had only heard stories of the gods from Salem, who seldom like to talk about them, and were unable to wrap their minds around such a power.

"But my queen," Tyrian said tentatively, "He is no match for you. You are the supreme being of this world!"

Salem did not reply. Instead, she said, "My first concern was about the fate of the Relic of Choice. As we all know, it is hidden in a deep underground cavern in Beacon, though we were unable to retrieve as we did not have the proper Maiden to open the seal. However, I am pleased to say that you have been speared that grief." She gestured to the Grimm floating next to her. "I sent the other Seer to examine the crater caused by the explosion and it was able to find a buried-up hole leading down into the ground just under where Beacon used to lay. Of course, it has been clogged with rubble, but the Relic is safe down there."

Hazel raised his hand. Salem nodded, and he said, "Forgive the interruption, my lady, but don't you plan on destroying the Relics anyway?"

Salem smiled, a cruel smile that cared little for the lives of others. "You are correct, Hazel. But I want to take the Relics myself and make sure to snuff out any hope that humanity has of recovery. It would feel so incomplete if I had claimed my victory but was unable to do it without destroying all the Relics myself."

She paused, silently thinking about the day she would wreak havoc across Remnant. Then she returned to reality and her smile dissolved.

"So, with that taken care of, we must now discuss our plans in regard to the newcomer. He is the real jeopardizing factor I was alluding to earlier. We do not know his motives or his affiliation. If decides to oppose us…," she didn't need to finish. Everyone understood.

"I feel that the course of action is actually quite clear, my lady," Watts piped up, twirling his mustache, "This person, whoever he may be, seems to have a passion for carnage and destruction. Definitely no regard for human life. He seems to me like a great addition to our cause."

Around the table, his comrades looked appalled. Cinder tried to say something, but Hazel talked over her hoarse croak. "You can't control somebody like that, Arthur. It's foolishness. Powerful allies are useful but only when you're sure you can keep them in line. Somebody who blows up an entire landmark off the face of the planet without warning is not someone who we can keep in line."

The others voiced their agreement, Salem watching the exchange quietly. Watts raised a hand for quiet before stating, "I see your point of view, Hazel. I do. But unlike you, I know a great deal about manipulating someone's thoughts. And some of the easiest people to manipulate are people who are already somewhat in agreement with you, even if not directly," he turned to Salem, "I propose that we find this individual and convince him to join us. I can be the envoy if you would like."

They all watched Salem consider his proposal. Then she flicked her hand to the side. The Seer floating next to her approached her. She concentrated for a second and the Seer's orb rippled, revealing the vision it had been showing before. The servants of evil stared in awe as they watched Lord Frieza fly over the forest, a blue energy surrounding him.

"Is that… him?" Watts asked, suddenly looking less confident. Salem nodded and willed the vision to zoom in on Frieza.

"He looks like a person that murders babies for a living," Tyrian said, cackling a little at the thought, "How are you getting this vision my queen?"

"After I sent my Seer to inspect the damage at Beacon," Salem explained, "I willed it to search around for the culprit. I was lucky enough to just catch him flying away and quickly gave chase while making sure to keep a safe distance away. So far, he has been flying for about 2 hours non-stop."

"Such powerful aura," Cinder croaked, surprising everyone at the table. She was staring so intently at Frieza that it looked like she was trying to see past him. Her eyes were completely mesmerized.

"Indeed," Watts concurred, not teasing Cinder for once, "Though I believe that it isn't aura he is using. Don't quote me on that though, it's just speculation. I obviously have not had time to examine him or his powers closely."

Suddenly, Hazel pointed at the vision. "Look, he's slowing down."

They all looked to see that he was indeed right. Frieza's energy trail had become smaller and he seemed to also be descending slowly. Salem concentrated on the Seer, ready to give a command if his course changed. All eyes were on him, watching his every move.

Then, in midair, Frieza abruptly stopped flying. He floated there as if he was standing on air. Then he slowly began descending down towards the ground. Salem quickly willed the Seer following him to descend with him. Below the tree canopy, they saw he had landed in a small clearing. He wasn't doing anything.

"What's going on," whispered Tyrian, despite there being no need to. No one answered and kept their eyes fixed on the orb.

Frieza raised his hand to the scouter on his ear and pressed a button. The eavesdroppers heard a faint beeping noise of technology. Frieza pressed it once more and it ceased. Then he turned and looked directly at them.

For a split-second, no one dared to breath. Then, before any of them could cry out, Frieza had launched himself toward them until he was right up close to the Seer, smiling his signature coy diplomatic smile that always seemed to be full of malice while his eyes conveyed the undeniable intentions of evil he was dying to inflict.

It had been so quick, that no one had time to even register that he had actually moved. To them, he had teleported right in front of them. Mercury and Emerald had leapt out of their seats in alarm. Hazel had also risen, grabbing his chair as if he was about to wield it. Watts had actually tried to back out of his chair while still sitting and as a result had fallen backward. Tyrian had yelped and leaped up to the roof of the room and now held on to one of the arches. Cinder, much to the contrary of her comrades, had gotten up and approached closer to the orb, settling next to Salem's side who had not moved at all. She just stared into the cold red eyes of Frieza.

At present, Frieza spoke, and everyone froze to listen. "Why hello there. Aren't you a strange little creature," he tapped the Seer's orb and the vision rippled on Salem's side. This seemed to make him pause. He repeated the action one more time and then gave a hearty chuckle.

"Well I will be damned! I can see faces in the orb staring at me," he waved his purple hand, "Hello there? Can you hear me?"

His speech seemed to be friendly, even playful. But Salem could hear the mocking and coldness in his tone, conveying his feeling of absolute superiority and power over others. Salem knew that, given the chance, he would kill them all without a single thought. Though she didn't need to listen to him to see that. She just needed to look into his eyes.

Then from above, a voice spoke dripping in anger. "How… dare he… mock OUR QUEEN! SEIZE HIM!"

Salem, too preoccupied by Frieza, had lost some of her concentration and control over the Seer. At Tyrian's command, the Seer's tentacles wrapped around Frieza tightly, constricting him. Tyrian leapt down from the roof triumphantly, grinning maniacally.

"You see my queen," he purred, "We got him! Aren't you proud?"

Before Salem could answer, a sharp laugh brought her and everyone else's attention back to the Seer.

"Why such rude hospitality!" Frieza said in mock surprise, "All I have done is ask if anyone is there and you attack me!" He laughed a bit before suddenly he spoke once more, his voice now dripping with a calm menace.

"However, when I do that, I kill people. Sometimes entire races." His eyes glinted as he spoke, showing the enjoyment he got from just talking about it. "If you're not careful… you maybe next."

Following this remark, he did something rather odd. He puckered his lip and blew lightly as if trying to blow out the candle on a birthday cake. He did this for a few seconds before stopping. Another few seconds passed without anything happening. Suddenly, the tentacles wrapped around him snapped in half, sliced by an invisible force. As Salem's crew watched in amazement and horror, the tentacles fell away from Frieza and dissolved into mist. The Seer began to fall but Frieza grabbed the top and held it up to eye level, so he could still see the others.

"That was just a 'breath' of my power. Now, all kidding aside," he said, his playful mockery vanished, replaced by a chilling malice, "I think you owe me a bit of information. That is unless," his face contorted, his mouth stretching wide into a savage grin and his narrow eyes widening enough for veins to show," you want to suffer a fate far worse than death…"

The room in Salem's palace was dead silent, except for Mercury muttering, 'breath of power', to himself and resisting the urge to plant his face into the table. Then Salem sat up to her full height, turned to Tyrian and struck him across the face sending him sprawling.

"My apologies," Salem said to Frieza, putting on her best diplomatic and polite tone, "I did not mean for my servant to react in such a way. I promise you he will be severely punished for his actions."

Frieza's face relaxed, but his tone was still cold. "Oh, I see you are some kind of mistress. I can understand out of line subordinates. I'm actually searching for one right now as a matter of fact, so I can remind him where he belongs."

Salem outwardly smiled politely while inwardly she began formulating a plan to stroke some info out of him by stroking his ego.

"What is your name?" she asked, "And how did you know we were spying on you? Not many can sniff out a Grimm so easily."

Frieza's evil smile grew as he put his hand over his chest and inclined forward slightly. "I am Lord Frieza, ruler and conqueror of most of the known galaxy. As for how I knew," he rose, and Salem saw that the mocking humor was once again back in him, "Well, let's just say that when you are a tyrant such as myself and you have pathetic assassins and adorable avengers after your head, you begin to get a feeling for when you're being watched."

Salem nodded sympathetically, in the back of her mind cataloging the information she had collected. Meanwhile, her servants watched quietly, not daring to interrupt. Salem was about to probe once more when Frieza suddenly spoke curtly.

"My, you are a cheeky little rat, aren't you? Learning my name and even a little trade secret of mine." He paused, and his smile once again faded, replaced by a serious chilling look that made even the mighty sorcerous Salem feel small.

"But I am afraid that is all I will be telling you. In fact, as I said earlier, if you value your life you will tell me some information that I desire."

He didn't wait for a response and asked his first question. "Who are you?"

Around Salem, everyone tensed. Even Cinder had seemed to finally snap out of her daze and was looking nervously at her master. Salem sighed, and then replied in her best modest voice, "I am but a banished witch with a few crazed crones for servants. We dabble in dark magic and creatures after we were thrown out of our little village. That is all really, my lord," she added politely.

Frieza's eyes narrowed, the red pupils staring right through the Seer's orb and directly into Salem's. He said nothing for a second, considering her answer. Then he closed his eyes and smiled.

"Ah I see, I have been talking to a filthy commoner all along. How degrading," he shook his head, chiding himself, "But since I am your higher up, I feel I should give you a small piece of advice." He opened his eyes. Salem shivered, a bad feeling rising in her chest.

"After a tyrant has lived as long as I have, we also acquire another skill," Frieza continued, his face becoming darker as he spoke, "And that is always recognizing the liars…"

For the first time in centuries, Salem panicked. She sliced her hand through the Seer, killing it instantly and cutting the line of communication. The Grimm fell to the floor and lay for a few seconds before dissolving into black mist. She then fell back onto her chair, panting heavily.

She then realized that everyone was staring at her. It also struck her how weak and pathetic she must look right now, soaked in sweat. Just as pathetic as Lord Frieza had described her as. That thought turned her fear into rage. She stood up, her eyes blazing once more.

"Everyone out!" she snapped, "Go back to what I assigned you to do. Cinder wait in your chambers until I summon for you. Now OUT!" She roared the last word and her servants rushed out of the room, closing the door behind them just before she unleashed a whirlwind of dark magic.

Frieza stared at the now blank orb in his hand. Anger began to rise quickly as he thought of the disrespect and impudence the witch had displayed during their conversation. Then, as he stared at the orb, it died away.

"There is nothing to get angry about," he said quietly his cruel smile forming on his lips, "It's just another maggot I get to add to the list. Besides," he thought back to her face just before she broke the connection, "My name will haunt her every day until I find her and even then she will remember in the after-life."

He dropped the now dead Seer and walked back to the clearing, getting ready to take off once more in search of his targets.

"Though," he said pausing mid crouch, "I wasn't able to ask her about the whereabouts of the other brats. Though I doubt she could have provided me with any actual useful information, it reminds me of something I have been missing in this world."

His smile widened as he crouched lower and as he took off, he called out, "A Frieza Force!"

The gloved fist rocketed up to meet her chin before Yang could react. She spiraled in the air and fell a few feet away in a heap on the floor groaning in pain, her aura flickering around her body. Vegeta sat up opening and closing his fists as if he surprised, they still worked. He then glanced at Yang who was just beginning to get back up and snorted derisively.

"Consider yourself lucky girl," he said, "That was just a tiny fraction of what I am capable of. If I had hit with my full strength, your pretty little head wouldn't be attached to your shoulders."

At this moment, Tai returned with water and towels. He dropped them when he saw his daughter struggling to get up and Vegeta on his feet looking down at her.

"Oi! Get away from her!" he yelled, charging forward and trying to get Vegeta into a full nelson. Vegeta nimbly dodged to the side and swung his leg right into Tai's chest. Without his aura, Tai would have died. He flew across the room, through the wall and into the adjacent room where he lay dazed, his aura shattered.

Vegeta just tutted disapprovingly and was about to finish the job, when a robotic fist plowed into his cheek. He grunted, surprised to see Yang up again once more, her eyes now red, her aura flaring around her and a robotic arm now attached to her stump.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY FATHER!" she roared and launched another punch into the other side of Vegeta's head. It collided with sickening 'WHAM' and he was smashed through the floor of her bedroom completely and into the living room downstairs. Yang looked down through the hole he had made to see what had become of him. To her surprise, and increased anger, Vegeta was standing up once more, patting dust off his armor. He then looked back up and grinned smugly.

"Good hit girl! I almost felt that one!" he jeered at her.

Yang screamed in outrage and leaped down head first with her fist both outstretched. It was a rash and dangerous move, but she was blinded with anger, unable to think straight. Vegeta simply sidestepped and she would have face-planted into the floor if he did not catch her foot and held her effortlessly, dangling in mid-air.

"Let go of me!" she fought to get out of his grip, trying to swing herself toward him so she could land a punch. Every time she did, he just tilted his head to one side and dodged it. He watched her do this for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Disgraceful, take defeat like a warrior! You're no match for me anyway." His words stung, and she stopped fighting, going limb.

"I guess you're going to kill me," she asked shakily, trying to think straight though finding it difficult as the blood rushed to her head. Vegeta snorted.

"Usually, I would not hesitate. You disrespected the Prince of all Saiyans, a crime punishable by death, but," and here he dropped her onto the ground, "I need information about where I am. If you service me in that regard, I will let you live."

Yang staggered once more to her feet, her anger still alive and aura still strong. But she made move to attack him. He had been right when he said she was no match for him. She had punched him twice with all her might and had barely fazed him in the end. But that did not mean she was going to take what he did sitting down.

"What do you mean where you are?" she asked aggressively, "You're in our house on the isle of Patch in the world of Remnant after you somehow teleported here via light magic or something."

Vegeta looked at her, considering her response carefully. Then he closed his eyes and said a little less aggressively than before, "Yes, I do remember a bright light. I was on Namek facing off with- "He suddenly stopped, his eyes flying open. A look of fear passed over his face. "Damn… he's here."

Yang looked puzzled at the sudden change of attitude. Her anger didn't quite dissipate but slowly her aura calmed down and her eyes began to revert to their normal shade of lilac. "Umm… excuse me? Could you like, I don't know tell me who you are? Least you could do for attacking us and smashing our house."

Vegeta snapped out of his stupor and looked at her, a smirk returning to his face. "Well, you see I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans! You are lucky to be hosting such a presence in your house!"

Yang heard her father groan upstairs and raised an eyebrow. "Lucky. Yeah, I'm not feeling it. And what's a Saiyajin or Saiyan or whatever you called it?"

At first, Vegeta looked appalled. Then he just shook his head. "Figures, I guess. The last time I dealt with humans, they were also just as thick as you." Then, ignoring Yang's annoyance, he embarked on a long and epic tale about the race known as Saiyans. After the first few sentences, Yang wanted to shut him up, but as he kept talking, she began to get lost in his story of mighty warriors with the power to become great apes during the full moon. She was both fascinated and horrified at their described power and brutality. But, most strangely of all, she didn't at one-point doubt or disbelieve his story. Many would have brushed off Vegeta's tale as the babbles of a man who had one to many, but Yang didn't, and she couldn't tell why. Maybe it was because he fought with and seen just how powerful he was or maybe it was the amount of pride and passion he told his tale with that convinced her. Either way, she listened to him until the very end, at which point Tai had climbed down the stairs to find the two in the living room.

"Alright buddy," Tai began storming over to Vegeta, "I don't want you in my house or anywhere near my-,"

"Dad!" Yang shushed him, "Stop talking. Vegeta will beat us up easily if you piss him off. He's a powerful alien warrior."

Vegeta grunted, surprised to see Yang catch up so quickly. "Listen to the girl, she has the right idea. While you're at it, fetch me a drink. I'm dying of thirst here."

Tai, though looking quite affronted by being ordered around in his own house, obeyed and went into the kitchen. While he was gone, Vegeta turned back to Yang and regarded her with grudging respect.

"You're not a bad fighter for a human to be honest. I was allied with another human before I arrived here. Hopeless idiot, but the strongest his race could offer. If I had to guess, you aren't too far behind him." Then he thought of something, and closed his eyes concentrating. Yang was about to ask him if he was okay, when he opened his eyes and said, "Currently, you are far weaker than him. But that could change with enough effort."

Yang blinked. "Wait, what did you just do there?"

"I sensed around for that human's power level," Vegeta explained, "All beings have a power level that can be sensed or at least an energy that can be sensed as power levels are quite inaccurate." He scoffed, clearly suppressing a bad memory. "Anyway, you could catch up to him with some hard training."

"Hard training?" Yang asked suspiciously. She trained everyday she could. Even in the last few weeks, she had begun to do her daily exercise regime of lifting weights, running laps, doing plank's and punching sandbags. But something told her that what Vegeta was suggesting was different.

Tai came back from the kitchen, carrying three glasses of water and handing two of them to Yang and Vegeta. Then he sat down on the couch and for a few minutes the three drank in silence. Then Yang broke the silence.

"Well, Vegeta, do you have anywhere to stay? I mean, as long as you don't destroy our house or try to kill us anymore, we can lend you a room."

Tai choked on his water. "What?! Yang, what are you saying?"

"Oh, toughen up dad," she scolded, "This is far from the first time the house has been nearly destroyed. Me and Ruby did it a few years back. It took you seven months to repair that wall."

"Yeah but this is different," Tai argued, "This man tried to kill us."

"Won't deny it," Vegeta muttered unhelpfully. Yang glared at him. "Hey, doesn't mean you will be staying her lounging, Mr. Prince. You're going to help rebuild what you destroyed and train me to become stronger."

This time, both Vegeta and Tai stared at her.

"Help… rebuild?" Vegeta repeated.

"Train… you?" Tai repeated.

"Yep!" Yang said, and she smiled genuinely for the first-time weeks. Despite how crazy it sounded, this was exactly what she needed to get her head back in the game. A near death experience and an exhilarating fight to top that.

Tai just shook his head but didn't argue anymore. He told Vegeta that his room would be the guest room upstairs and he headed up to set it up. Vegeta just stood quietly, not sure what to do now. Yang then brought him back to Remnant with another question.

"By the way, earlier you mentioned someone was here. You said, 'Damn he's here' or something and you looked absolutely terrified. Who did you mean?"

Vegeta's face darkened deeply. "First off, I wasn't terrified and don't ever accuse me of such a thing again. Second, … I was referring to Frieza." Clearly not wanting to say anymore, he picked up the remote for the TV and turned it on before Yang could ask. This was a mistake.

"As you can see, we are once again bringing you live coverage of the remains of the city of Vale and Beacon Academy," a news reporter said on the television, standing in front of a video showing a fly-by of the crater. "The cause for this sudden and horrific event is still unknown to us and is still being investigated by the top detectives and Huntsman in the world. All witnesses can offer is that they say a bright orange energy blast light up the sky for a few minutes before dying out."

Yang sat in silence, grief and terror overcoming her. She could hardly believe that the crater they were showing was really all that was left of Vale and Beacon. A home to her. She had shared so many good and bad memories there, it had become a sacred site to her, a place of mass importance. And now-

Out of the corner of her eye, a spinning object suddenly flew past and dug itself into the television. She turned to see Vegeta, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide and glassy. Yang was about to yell at him when she realized that he saw her emotions reflected in his face. Greif and terror were in those glassy eyes. Instead of yelling, Yang gently asked, "Are you okay?"

He did not respond right away. He just turned and looked at her for a second, the grief and terror still in him. Then he spoke in a hoarse whisper, "Frieza destroyed my home planet… just like he destroyed that city…" He gulped with difficulty and continued, "I tried to avenge my people back on Namek but…" The something new entered his face. Pride. It began to spread slowly throughout, kicking out the fear and sadness. As it did so, his voice become steadier and stronger. "But I will avenge them. I will make sure he rots in hell for what he did to the Saiyan race. He will feel the might of the Prince of all Saiyans and even more. He will feel the wrath of the legendary Super Saiyan!" The proud loud warrior voice had returned now, and his face broke into a defiant smile.

Beside him, Yang smiled. Though she was still devastated by the loss of Beacon and the horrified of the prospect of this planet buster Frieza being out there, she was happy to someone fight through their troubles. An admirable feat that she, had only now begun to do herself. And besides, now she had something in common with the Prince. No matter how powerful he was, she would make sure that Frieza would pay for his crimes.

"What's a Super Saiyan?" she asked trying to take her mind of Beacon and focus on her new ally. Vegeta grinned smugly and started on another story about an ancient legend passed down the ages in Saiyan mythology, with Yang listening contently.

"She is quiet the hysterical one isn't she," Ozpin commented as Oscar watched Bulma pulling at her and sobbing on the ground. It had been only a few minutes since she had sudden awoken and angrily demanded to know where she was. When Oscar had given her answer, after thoroughly making sure she really didn't know where she was, she had crumpled to the floor and wept her eyes out.

"Try to comfort her," Ozpin now urged. Oscar, feeling afraid, approached Bulma anxiously.

"Umm… I know you're in a bit of hysterical moment right now, but ummm…" Oscar faltered, unable to say anything. Unfortunately, he had caught her attention.

"Yes," she said, dangerously calm, "I am quite hysterical. You would be to if you were TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD!" she yelled the last words in his face and then fell back onto the floor crying.

"Well, that went well," Ozpin said sarcastically, "I would say continue to make sure she recovers; however, time is of the essence and we must get to Haven Academy as quickly as possible.

An idea suddenly came into Oscar's head. It was as stupid idea, sure and it would doubtlessly expose him to more verbal abuse, but something told him the Bulma's sudden appearance was far more than just a random encounter.

"Come with me to Mistral," he now offered, wondering if he was crazy, "You have nowhere else to go. Besides, I don't feel our meeting was a coincidence." He finished on a more serious note. Bulma stopped crying and looked up at him, considering her options. Meanwhile, in Oscar's head, Ozpin was berating him.

"What are you doing? We don't have time to take her with us. She looks like no fighter and will only slow us down."

"You said that a new force was in motion here in Remnant," Oscar countered, fighting with Ozpin's will in his mind, "And this is definitely part of this motion."

Oscar was surprised at his own conclusion. He had no real basis behind, and nothing to convince Ozpin that he was right. But his words seemed to do the trick all the same. Ozpin seemed to relax slightly and when Oscar went up to Bulma once more, he did not interject.

Bulma, for her part, had looked up Oscar and had considered his offer. A grubby farm boy offering me help to a train station… She had to admit to herself, it was far from the strangest proposal she had gotten. And, in this case, she was glad for it. As a scientist, Bulma needed more information about her whereabouts to make a substantial theory or hypothesis on her sudden appearance there. If this boy was a native, she could learn some valuable info.

"Yeah, alright," she said, wiping her tears away and accepting Oscar's hand up. "I'm Bulma Briefs by the way."

"Oscar Pine," Oscar said, smiling. He then motioned down the path and they both began to walk toward the station.

"So, could you tell me more about this world while we walk?" Bulma asked soon after departure. Now that she had recovered from her initial shock, her scientific curiosity began to kick into high-gear.

"Well," Oscar pondered, "What exactly do you want to know about?"

"The basics of course, but I wouldn't mind knowing about some of the technological advancements in this world as well."

"Are you a scientist of some sort," Oscar asked, intrigued as he had never met one during his life on the farm. Bulma puffed out her chest.

"You bet! Well more of an inventor actually, but I do have the mindset of a scientist, so it counts. Now, indulge me."

Oscar did, describing the kingdoms of Remnant, the races of humans and faunus and their differences, the dangerous creatures known as Grimm and the Huntsmen that combated them. He talked about the highly sophisticated technology that had been created over the years, to the great interest of Bulma, and the raw material known as Dust that powers their technology and weapons. It was a few hours until Oscar finally asked himself how he knew all of this. He had never been far from home and had never left his home kingdom. Then he realized, memories were being subtly filtered into his brain. Ozpin. Just some of the perks of having a wise being rooming in your brain.

Bulma was a good listener. She didn't interrupt much and kept an interest the entire time. It had been the first time a while where she had heard a good story that didn't involve herself and the planet in mortal peril. Speaking of which, once Oscar was finally done with his long-winded rundown of Remnant, Bulma returned the favor by regaling him with stories of her adventures back on Earth with one of her best friends, Goku.

Oscar was astonished at some of the things he heard and even Ozpin in his head was impressed of what this Goku was capable of. Defeating an entire army when just a boy, winning serious martial arts tournaments, fighting off evil baddies such as demons, aliens, robots, a blue dwarf and a mafia rabbit. The only other thing that caused even greater surprise was the concept of the wish granting Dragon Balls that had revived people from the dead-on multiple occasions. All this lead up to Bulma's latest adventure, the one she had been on before being transported to Remnant, where she suddenly became sour and complained about being ordered to stay in a mucky cave for most of the time, while the others were searching Namek for the Dragon Balls.

"I can see why that's frustrating," Oscar said trying to calm her down before she began yelling again, "But wasn't it for the best? Didn't you say that were super powerful bad guys on the planet as well that would have easily killed you?"

"Well yeah, but still," Bulma scowled, "They should at least be gentler and kinder about it. I am a lady after all and should be treated appropriately than being holed up in a wet cave."

Oscar didn't argue. It was beginning to get late and the sun was setting over the horizon, shining beautiful orange colors on nearby clouds. Oscar pointed to a little patch of dry clean grass just off the road.

"We can camp there for the night. I know it will be uncomfortable, but it's the best we can do. I have an extra blanket for you, so you can at least be warm."

Bulma smiled. "Thanks. And don't worry. After being in that cave for days, sitting on the grass under a clear sky sounds like heaven."

They sat down and Oscar dug into his backpack, producing two blankets and a few energy bars he had smuggled for the walk to the station. They ate in content silence, watching the sun go down and the sky darken. As they finished eating, Bulma said, "I wish I had my capsules with me. I could have given us a small house, car and a cooler with packed lunches. Too bad I left them in Namek."

Oscar's eyebrows shot up. "A small house, car and a cooler in a capsule? Like those little cylinders?"

Bulma grinned nodding. "Yep! That's what family does. I guess I so focused on telling my adventures with Goku I didn't mention that my family are billionaires that own a company called Capsule Corp. We make these small capsules that can contain any number of awesome things such as I mentioned. All you need to do is press the top and throw it on the ground and presto! The item that was inside is now there and can always be reverted back into a capsule with a simple press of a button."

Oscar stared, mouth agape. He couldn't imagine how they would work. Even Ozpin was stunned.

Bulma yawned loudly. "I'm going to hit the hay. But before I do so, I would like to just thank you once more, Oscar." She smiled sweetly and then lay down on her blanket.

Oscar didn't respond but nodded appreciatively. He too lay down and was about to go to sleep when Ozpin's voice echoed in his head.

"I wonder if this Goku is on Remnant now as well. If so, we will need his help to bring back peace to our world."

As Ozpin speaks these grave words, the world of Remnant has undergone a dynamic change. The villains of the darkness have found something to fear while the young Huntsman who oppose them have found new allies to aid in their journey. Three sides have been formed, the Huntsman and the Z-Warriors, Salem and her crew of misfits and the overpowering tyrannical Lord Frieza. Can the young Huntsman and the Z-Warriors fight as one? Can Salem find a way to avoid Frieza's wrath? And can Frieza fulfill his wish of an army? Find out next time on Dragon Ball R!