A small remote town on the outskirts of Veil…

The soft evening breeze ruffled the loose reddening leaves stirring in the trees, as the little cluster of houses quivered in fear. Even though the little community was about two miles away from the walls of Veil, the sounds and signs of conflict could still be sensed by the terrified towns folk. They were some of the lucky ones who lived in an area clear of advancing creatures of grimm and white fang soldiers. The little wooden houses had their shutters tightly closed and their doors locked. This turned out to be highly convenient, as a moment before the first leaves of Autumn started to fall, a bright pink portly man popped into existence from nowhere.

The strange man looked around at the houses with an expression of benign interest, as he often did when in an unfamiliar place. He had pudgy pink skin that wobbled under his wide mouth, that lolled open like a child's. The man wore a pair of baggy white pants and waist coat, with two emblems embedded on them both, one a spiky black 'M', the other a bright red 'G'. With his stumpy little purple cape, Yellow gloves and boots, and the strange tentacle like appendage dangling from his fat head, it was a miracle that nobody had seen him coming a mile away. He peered through the semi darkness with small squinty eyes.

"Popo!"

The high-pitched noise echoed in the surrounding trees and faded without a reply. The pink features taughtened as they gazed into the distant town, at the smoke and obvious flames mounting the high wall of Veil. In the depth of that panic, he could make out a shape, a source of energy that felt familiar…

"Buu coming Popo…" Whispered the giant, and the giant vanished with a swish of a purple cape.

Buu reappeared in a shady alleyway, that he estimated to be a few minutes away from where Mr. Popo was. It had been hard to follow it seemed to be getting smaller. The pink giant made to step out onto the street when he suddenly jumped back. A scream of a woman followed by a savage roar made Buu pause. He could hear people running around and shouting, scared of all the monsters. He considered his form for a moment and looked down at his oversized belly.

"People scared…" Buu thought to himself. "If Buu go, they get more scared."

The guardian of the earth stood with his arms folded for a few long moments, thinking. He had to go and get Popo, because that is what Goku said to do, but if he did, the people might get even more scared by him and get hurt. Buu's lip quivered as he struggled to think, a bead of sweat on his pink brow.

But suddenly, Buu jumped in the air and let out a cry of joy, he knew what he had to do, he had been shown how by Popo, one of his new tricks. He would change his form to something else, he would look like a human. That way the people wouldn't be able to tell it was him. Buu didn't even need to think on the subject any further, he knew who he wanted to look like. Raising his staff and making a small, high pitched noise at the back of his throat, Buu was engulfed in a cloud of white mist. When the mist faded, the giant pink man was gone. A considerably shorter man was standing in his place, with his black booted feet shoulder width apart. He wore the same sort of baggy white pants, but with a red V-neck shirt, partially hidden by the knot of a flowing white cape. The tanned, hairy skin looked completely different from the shiny pink of its origin, especially on the face and head, with the frizzy black hair and handlebar moustache. Buu placed his big fists on his waist and beamed. He jumped out of the alley and declared to the panicking street, thrusting his fist in the air in a gesture of triumph.

" MR SATAAAAAAAAAN!"

…

The screaming and sounds of metal clangs and falling debris continued around the guardian, the world had taken zero notice of his entrance. Not losing his composure, Buu straightened up, and felt around for any sign of Popo. It was even harder in here, the human and monster ratio being in constant flux meant both light and dark energy levels in Veil kept rising and falling, it was the equivalent of radio interference. The faux Mr. Satan closed his eyes and willed the image to clear, and slowly, very slowly, the shapes began to solidify.

A tall man of higher than average power…not Popo. A thin girl with human energy, but energy that felt a little different from the other humans Buu sensed all around. This energy was scented with jealousy and obsession, not Popo. A short, fat form, with higher than average energy, with a hint of spiritual purity in the bowels of the soul…a purity that was fading. Opening his eyes with a flash of what looked like pink flames, Buu sprinted off in the direction of the fading signal.

"Where is it?!"

"Where is what?"

"Where did Ozpin hide it?!"

"Who is Ozpin?!"

Ilia, sweating with rage and exhaustion, screamed as she fired up her weapon again. The tall man holding Mr. Popo up in a full nelson that elevated him several feet off the ground, flinched when the body was shocked, but did not release the little man. The man in question was panting and smoking from the high voltage attacks and was no longer making any attempt to escape. How could he? The man holding him was so heavy, his thick arms were like tree trunks compared to his own. He did not remember humans being this strong.

"I'll ask you…one more time." Ilia stammered out, panting slightly. Using her weapon at this intensity was affecting her as well, but it had not worked to use any lower level of shock. The attacks had merely startled this funny looking guy. She had her mask on at a strange angle and her normally neat and smoothly curling pony tail had strands of hair coming out. She looked quite alarming in this state. "Where is the relic?"

Popo slowly raised his head. His eyes were unfocused, and his turban was dirty and unravelling. His mouth was open, but his breathing was so faint that it was barely audible for the girl mere inches away. He did not answer, for he had no answer to give. He had simply been trying to assist a family escape from a burning building, when he had been attacked by these two. His original intent was to pick up a few spices that he had wanted to try but felt the need to help when he saw the store engulfed in the fires of arson. Though the family had thanked him and escaped, he was somewhat regretting his kindness now that he was being tortured for information that he did not have.

Fortunately, a candy store to the company's left exploded at that very moment.

The colossal dust cloud and bang like a shotgun made Ilia jump out of her skin, falling out of her interrogative persona, in favour of her usual nervous disposition. Averting her eyes from where the short man had been, safe in the knowledge that Hazal would not have released him and turned to face the ruined building. A tall silhouette stood in the wreckage, with what seemed to be a mushroom where its head should be.

As the smoke began to clear, she saw that he was holding something in his hairy arms. A prone boy, unconscious by the look of it. But the shape shifted, and seemed to vibrate for a moment, and the boy was gone. Ilia couldn't see where he went and did not understand why he was gone. But now she had a good measure of this man and decided that the boy was of little importance at present. She thought that he looked like a pretty shady back alley dust salesman, with his hairy chest and handlebar moustache. He looked with his confident smile from her to Hazal standing sedately behind her, and-

"POPO!"

The mans smile had vanished and his expression became darker, when his eyes fell on the short man in Hazal's arms. Nobody said anything, they were in shock. After all, of all the people in the world, they had not expected this man to have a squeaky high-pitched voice. Popo looked up, opening the one eye that was unbruised. He couldn't understand how he could be here, because Popo knew that Hercule Satan was long dead, but he could not mistake that voice.

"G-Guardian?" He croaked out, barely moving his lips. "What are you doing here?"

"Goku say you come back. Big trouble." Said Buu, nodding his head vigorously.

"What's that?" Said Hazal, talking to the back of Popo's head. "Do you know this man?"-

"Big man put Popo down, now!"

Hazal turned his head back to the scruffy man before him, who was now pointing directly at him. There was something about his face that he didn't like. It was mean and pouty, almost childlike, but with the features of a grown, rather aged man. He addressed his companion. "Ilia, we don't have time for this, end him."

Nodding, Ilia reignited her weapon which sparked a poisonous blue, and turned it on the man, who looked at it with complete indifference. But Popo was anything but, he knew what could potentially happen here, from discussions had and agreements made long ago, with the previous guardian of the earth regarding Buu, and what measures to take against his more belligerent nature.

"Bu-I mean…Mr. Satan!" Yelled Popo, his voice now horse from panting so hard. "Make sure you use that extra strong technique you know!"

Buu looked over at Mr. Popo, smiled mischievously, and nodded. Ilia smirked. "Strong huh? Go ahead, get your weapon out. I know that's how you torched that store. What is it? Grenade launcher?"

"Granola?" Said Buu gormlessly, now looking intently at the Faunus. She shifted her stance slightly, was this guy trying to psych her out? Even so, she had a job to do and wasn't waiting anymore, Adam was in hot water, and if she failed…

The electricity was out without a second thought, it forked through the air like a bright yellow vine straight at Buu's face. The wide mouth spread to a size that could comfortably accommodate a car tire. There was a momentary flash of light within the tanned cheeks followed by a stunned silence, for Buu had swallowed the attack. Illia did not speak, she only stared at this freakish man who could blow up buildings and eat electricity, as he breathed out in satisfaction.

"Thanks, that was good. Buu's turn now." And without another word, the strange man sprinted straight at Illia, who barely had time to blink before he was upon her, with his fist held high.

"SATAN-PUNCH!"

Illia only saw a flash of pink before her cheek became inverted, and she was on her back leg, flying towards the wall of an abandoned clothing store. The smash she expected in the back of her mind didn't come. The wall crunched but did not fall. Beneath her mask, askew upon the freckled features once again, Illia tried to home in on this impossible man with unfocused eyes. All the breath had been knocked out of her with a simple hard punch…what was this guy?

Buu took a cursory look at Illia, making sure that she was alive, but unable to fight, before turning back to Hazal. His features darkened at the fresh sight of Popo's scarred features, and of Hazals own stoic expression. There was a small silence where the two looked at each other, one with dislike, the other with total incomprehension. Hazal opened his wide mouth to speak, but Buu spoke first.

"You hurt Popo, that bad man, put down!"

Hazal closed his mouth. He knew there was no point, somehow it was obvious to him that any intelligent comments would be lost on this person. He instead decided to go the devious route, he raised one arm and wrapped it around Mr. Popo's neck, and with a little added pressure, Hazal began to choke him. "Leave now, or your friend dies."

Popo's limited vision was now completely obscured, as his windpipe was getting crushed by what felt like a mighty python's tail. The wide red mouth opened wide and began to splutter ominously. Buu looked horrified but did not move. Relaxing slightly at the impression he had made, Hazal tightened his grip. "I'm warning you. I don't want to hurt him, but if you come any closer, I will break his neck."

Buu had his teeth bared and his blue eyes were staring furiously ahead, towards the hulking faunus and his captive. He did not know if he could kill this man before he could kill Popo…unless…

Buu relaxed his taught features, and standing up straight, he put his finger to his mouth as if he were a child deep in thought. Popo had said to use his 'really strong' attacks, but he had always said that those attacks were...

Buu looked at his fist, and nodding silently to himself, looked back up at Hazal, who had not loosened his grip on Popo. The poor little man was starting to turn blue, Hazal knew that he would not last much longer. Obviously, he had no intention of killing an innocent man, it was possible that he really didn't know about the relic and was just passing through. He was hoping quite desperately that this weird man would play it safe and back off. But what he wasn't expecting was for the short black-haired man to start dancing. So, imagine Hazals surprise when that's exactly what the little man started doing.

Hopping from one foot to the other with both hands on his hips, the little weirdo was prancing his way towards the struggling two, all while humming faintly to himself. His expression as a ridiculous combination of amusement and air-headedness. Hazal found the whole prospect so absurd, he momentarily loosened his grip on the short man's neck. He jumped and readjusted his grip when he heard a gulp of air being taken somewhere around his chest. He then looked back up with mingled anger and panic at the advancing menace.

"Stay back!" shouted Hazal, flexing his arm to show how tight the strangle hold he had on Popo was. But Buu kept up his staggered but steady approach, hopping back and forth, humming that sinister tune. Hazal was starting to sweat, his bluff was being called. He knew he was strong, but he also thought Illia was tough for her size, and she had just been laid out by a single punch. He couldn't really gauge how strong this guy was. The short man was now about three hops from Hazal and Popo, and on these final steps, he declared four statements to the night.

Hop…

"MISTER!"

Hop…

"SATAN'S!"

Hop…

"MEGA-TON!"

Hazal swallowed and blinked, expecting to see a fist when he opened his eyes. But instead he saw nothing, for the man had vanished into thin air. He scanned the rubble before him, to the skies above, but no sign of the guy. Hazal turned his confused gaze over towards Illia, who had managed to get to her feet, and likewise had a look of surprise on her face.

"Did you see…?" Hazal began to inquire, but stopped at the sound of a single word, whispered quite suddenly from directly behind him.

"Punch."

A small noise, followed by a sharp wrap on the back of the head. The thick arms slackened and allowed Popo to fall coughing and gasping to the floor. He crawled quickly out of the way, as moments later, the hulking Hazal toppled unconscious to the floor, with a mighty crash.

Illia let out a muffled scream behind her hands as she looked upon the prone body of her last line of defence. The short men took no notice of her as one helped the other to his feet. They didn't even look around when she yelped at the short man with black hair turning into a…a…

Buu, now back to his natural portly form, looked down on Popo with a look that mingled sadness and concern. Popo was defiantly alive, but he looked wounded and very shaken. The guardian leaned forward so that Popo could hear him better when he spoke quietly.

"Popo say strong attack, Popo mean weak attack. Nobody go dead. I do good?" Buu said in a low voice. Popo raise his head and made a brave attempt at a smile, but found his lip just wobbled a bit.

"Very good Guardian…v-very good."

The pink features split into a wide smile, and Buu grabbed Mr. Popo by the arms, lifting him into a standing position. The little man fruitlessly attempted to dust himself down, but his Baggy white pants were still ripped and dirty. He would need to wash them at least five times to repair this kind of damage. He would get started once they got back to the lookout…

"G-Guardian! Why are you down here?! What did Goku need?!"

Buu looked down at Popo, and he saw that he was again holding that prone youth in his pink arm. There wasn't anything familiar or distinct about this child. He looked unconscious, his thick dark-brown hair casting a shadow over his face. The smile was gone, and Buu's face was stricken, business like, a funny fit for the warped, minimalist features.

"Home. Heal you. Popo ask Goku."

With that, Buu extended his hand for Mr. Popo to grab. He wasn't exactly sure why the guardian of the Earth was choosing to bring a boy back to the lookout, but this would have to be a question for later, as Popo's voice was drowned out by a feminine cry of effort. Looking about, he saw the woman who had been his torturer pouncing for the three of them. Her mask had fallen away, and her eyes were savagely set on…the boy. She grabbed the young man's wrist and clawed to get her hands on a strange object tucked into his belt. But before she could lay a finger on it, or anybody else could on her, Buu had transported them.

Team RWBY was enjoying a silent reunion. Sitting on the steps of the lookout in silence, they stared out into the endless sky. Blake had her eyes averted from anything else on that castle that had a pulse, as did Yang. The Blonde huntress was compulsively clenching and unclenching her callused fist, and Blake seemed to be shaking. Weiss was staring straight ahead, both hands still over her mouth. Ruby was the only one there who was not showing her discomfort so obviously, but her head was spinning none the less.

The moment Yang had explained what had happened in the time chamber, when Goku learned what happened to Vegeta…about his heart…something about him changed. The sky above, that had been clear as a summers day had grown dark and stormy. Something in the old mans eyes seemed to go out, leaving empty black irises. At the same time, there had been a chill in the air, not a natural breeze given their height, but a deep unspoken dread that seeped from the Saiyan like poisonous fog. His cold eyes fixed on Yang's, his teeth half bared, he had grabbed hold of her arm, and her throat.

The rest of team RWBY's first instinct was to assist her, but the power emanating from Goku kept them in line, such was its intensity. It did not command them to be silent however, and the three girls had begun shouting immediately. Blake yelled that Goku should not take this out on Yang, as she was not responsible for what had happened. Weiss bellowed the outrage that he would lay hands on someone with a missing arm, despite all this. Ruby had gone the more simplistic route, not bothering to come up with an argument, and just threatening to fuse with Blake again and slice Goku's face off if he didn't let Yang go.

It appeared that it was Blakes words that reached the crazy old man, and Goku released Yang, whom had not said a word since she had been grabbed. He had turned on his heel, without saying anything that might have been an apology. Instead it sounded like he was muttering to himself, almost feverishly. He seemed to be trying to convince himself of something. Ruby was the only one who did not rush forward to help Yang, although she needed no help, she was up immediately and staring disbelievingly at Goku. Ruby thought she heard a single word before Goku disappeared, and before the dread and dark sky vanished with him.

"Kai."

"I still can't believe he did that to you…" Blake murmured in Yang's direction. There were still red marks where she and the Saiyan had touched, his energy had left burn marks. "It wasn't even your fault."

"Exactly!" Weiss piped up, indignation freeing her suddenly from her shock. "Those odds were ridiculous, any of us would have been killed. You're lucky to be alive."

"He was…he was right to be angry." Yang spoke as if to herself, not her team. "He was stronger than me…stronger than any of us. He should be here. I should be dead."

"Don't say that!" and Yang looked up, surprised that Weiss had said something before her own sister. "I had to do the unthinkable to get you here. I didn't drag you out of Veil for you to give up now. I mean look at you! You're easily a hundred times stronger than you were before that arm was cut off."

Yang looked at the heiress, confused as to what she meant by 'unthinkable.' But then understanding began to dawn on her, and Yang remembered, as if from another life, trying to squeeze on a uniform one handed, that was at least three sizes too small in the chest. The two women looked at each other and smiled, smiled a smile that only a shared secret could make.

"I won't miss him anyway" scowled Blake. "Cranky asshole, good riddance."

Yang looked at Blake, and for a moment, it was as if Goku had returned. Though they were sitting, the cat Girl felt like Yang was towering over her, paralysed by the look in those blood red eyes.

"…Sorry." Blake said quickly, not looking at her.

"That's…alright." Said Yang pleasantly, with a hint of formality that made the statement sound quite cold. "At least this day can't get any weirder."

It took a few moments for the three of them to realise that Ruby had not said anything since Goku had left, and almost in unison, they turned to her. She looked a little hesitantly at them all, it was team leader time…she didn't like team leader time.

"What do you guys think he meant by Ka…"

A sudden burst of energy interrupted Ruby's thought, and the whole team got up to see who had arrived. Ruby shot forward with her semblance to see four silhouettes in the sun. The first was obvious, the large pink man in the centre of the island was unquestionably Buu. The shorter man had to be Popo, looking in a pretty bad way. The other two were strangers to Ruby, and this is what stopped her from approaching. One was a girl wearing a white fang uniform, and the other was…a kid. Ruby looked over the unconscious boy in Buu's arms, from his worn, dirty farm clothes, to the bandages around his neck to the…

Ruby stared, hardly daring to believe it. Attached to the little boy's belt, glistening in the sunlight, was a hilt. A hilt of a weapon that Ruby knew very well. As if the fates themselves had planned it, the boys eyes opened at that very moment. The silver eyes found a pair of narrow honey coloured ones, but there was something in the way that they pierced her…

"Hey Ruby, what's going on!" she heard someone call behind her but did not turn to see who. When she spoke, Ruby spoke in a voice tempered with both wonder and hesitance, as if this, just simply could not be.

"P-Professor…professor Ozpin?"

The eyes widened slightly, and Ruby saw her own shocked expression twice reflected, on the face and in the eyes of the young man.

"Miss…Rose?"

Ruby felt a presence behind her and knew the rest of her team had arrived. There was a very brief silence.

"Popo?" Said Yang

"A kid?" Said Weiss

"It's Ozpin" murmured Ruby

"What?"

"I am glad to see that you all made it out okay." Said the boy

"OZPIN!?" Exclaimed Weiss and Yang

"Illia?" Whispered Blake, in an voice of both awe and shock.

"Blake?" Whispered Illia in the same voice.

"BUUUUUUUUUU!" Barked Buu, smiling at his inclusion.

Hi everybody!

Apologies for the lateness of this concluding chapter for season 2. Several things beyond my control happened, and I also got sick. so you know.

Anyway, this story is going on a littke break, but is by no means over. Ive got some other ideas that id like to work on over the holidays, but ive still got so many cool ideas for this story. (I hope you guys are as excited for more fights as i am :)). Again, thank you for supporting this story. Next chapter should be some time in January.

Happy holidays x

John