DBZ is owned by Akira Toriyama and RWBY is was created by Monty Oum(May he always live on in our hearts). Each of these amazing shows belong to their respective owners and i hold no ownership over either of them whatsoever...Not that i'd know what to do with them in the first place.

Hello once again my glorious audience! Surprise! I am here with another story, and so soon. Now this may come as a shocker to most of you, but i am not in fact, making Jaune a Saiyan. I know, i know. But hear me out. I feel that while, yes, getting a huge boost whenever you recover from a near death experience is nice. I also like to not take the easy way out. It's pretty obvious that saiyans don't exist in the RWBY universe, at least, as far as i can tell, so i'm going to keep it that way...or i might change that later, it all depends really. However, i will be keeping the Kamehameha and a few other moves from the show. Why? Well, because otherwise, it wouldn't be all that Dragon Ball-y otherwise now would it? So...I have another Poll that's going to be put up. this one states that i only want one, and i do mean just one girl that he will hook up with. Disappointed? Then i am sorry but that's the way it's going to go. Still feel like reading this? Then i am glad i have your support. Now, without further ado, on with the new story!

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It was a completely normal morning. The sun was shinning, the birds were chirping, and the various wildlife were serene and peaceful as always. Out here, deep in the wilderness, there were surprisingly no Grim at all. Now i'm sure some of you are asking, 'What could have done this?', well...

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A young man, around the age of seventeen.

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Keeping a constant watch over the area. Ever vigilant for any and all threats to his camping site-

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...And now currently finishing up his training.

"And done. Phew, what a day. I better start heading back now. Starting to run out of supplies. But i feel like i made some real progress over these couple of months." The young man said, wiping the sweat that he accumulated on his forehead. He had a mop of blonde hair on atop of his head, an azure pair of eyes. He was currently only wearing a pair of interesting pair of pants. They were white in color, but had golden lines going along the sides. They were also very loose on him. Not baggy, just loose. Not to a point where they were sliding off of him, but they left a lot of room for his legs. On his wrists and ankles were cylindrical weights, though only three of them were currently on him, seeing as how he already took one off to wipe off his sweat. Each of the weights had '10 tons' on them. He was moderately toned. A six-pack, refined pectorals and decently developed fore arms. Finally, his sharp facial features, high cheek bones, and pearly white teeth just screamed movie super-star.

He was taking off his weights and packing up before he went stalk still. He silently reached for his weapon. It was a, what he liked to call, 'Moonlight Great sword'. He called it as such because it's blade was of a darker shade of blue. and when it's exposed to moonlight, it starts glowing with power. And it actually did grow more powerful in the moonlight. The way he believed it worked was that it took the fluxwavez the moon limited and concentrated it within the blade to give it an almost energized edge. The guard was wood like. The handle was relatively thin, and it didn't have much to offer as a pommel. He forged it as a commercial weapon. Really only using it when he wanted to spar and not, you know, blow them right through the wall.

"There will not be any need for that, i assure you. I only come here to talk. Nothing else." a voice said form behind him. The young man stopped his movements before turning his head slightly to see who was there. It was a man clad in a green suit that consisted of a green blazer with an emerald vest and dress-shirt. He wore a pair of dark green pants, a pair of black dress shoes, and a light green scarf around his neck. And as he adjusted his glasses, he moved forward with the help of a Cane. The young man tensed for a minute, feeling the large amounts of power radiating off of him.

"I don't know what you want with me, but i don't have any qualms with you, so could you please leave me alone? I'm but a stranger to you, so i don't see the need to distract yourself with me." He said, starting to pack up his things again, but he kept his sword near him at all times, and he would send subtle glances at the man. The older gentleman simply hmm'd in mild amusement.

"Oh, but i do know you, Jaune Arc." The man said, and the newly identified Jaune immediately picked up his weapon and sent energy into it, making it glow brightly. He then got into a battle stance, eyes focused, muscles loose, ready to react at a moments notice, and his power licking his skin like a flame.

"How do you know me?" Jaune asked, never losing his stance. He knew that if he knew who his family was...once was, he was either one of a few people. He was one of the damn bastards that took part in the "EVENT", which didn't really make much sense considering he wasn't Faunus. He was one of the scumbags that stood by and let it happen, but not likely, for the same reasoning as before, but that doesn't really mean anything, mostly because anything that's a possibility can still happen. And then there's the final option: He knew his parents. But the only person he could remember them telling him about was there Headmaster when they were still in school.

"Are you Headmaster Ozpin?" Jaune questioned, still not dropping his stance. The man just sighed, as if reminiscing on something.

"Yes, i am Headmaster Ozpin. I used to know your parents, Jaune. They were good people. They were my friends, and i'm sorry about what happened. But i came here for another reason. And as i said before, i wish not to fight you. So please, just give me a small part of your time and i shall be on my way." Ozpin said, putting his weight on his cane in front of him. Jaune looked calm on the inside, but internally, he was trying to reign in the memories that threatened to resurface. He took a slow and steady breath before slowly lowering his sword. He also recalled his power into his skin. After that he put the sword next to his shield. It was a Tower Shield that was about as tall and wide as he was. Though instead of the usual rectangular shape, it instead was curved at different places, almost making it look like a cross. It had a golden line going down the middle of the length of it. It didn't have too much to offer other than being another commercial weapon he would use alongside His sword that he called 'Douleur, and the shield he called Chagrin. But he was planning on upgrading it the next opportunity he had. He kept his stare even with the Headmasters even gaze before he started walking up to him.

"Alright, what is it you need Headmaster? I don't know much about you, but from what i remember, my parents held you in high regards, so i'll heat you out." Jaune said, crossing his arms as a way of telling the headmaster that he was actually listening. Ozpin nodded again and stopped leaning on his cain.

"Well, just so you are informed, it took quite the bit of resources to find you." Ozpin said, but Jaune just snorted at the comment,

"You mean track me down. I try to make it my business to make sure that not just anybody could find me. Because you and i both know what would happen if i were to just walk around all willy nilly like." Jaune said, and they both knew that 'they' would no doubt come knocking down his door.

"If you wish to put it that way, then yes. But i wanted to give you a proposition." The older man offered. Jaune was slightly taken back. Ozpin just met him and he's already offering him something? It seemed...fishy, to say the least.

"And i'm sure you do, but can i ask what the proposition is exactly?" Jaune asked, raising an eyebrow, Ozpin reached into his blazer, causing Jaune to get into a martial arts pose before the older man raised his other hand in mock surrender.

"Do not fret, i am simply pulling out a few papers to offer you." He explained, before slowly pulling his hand from the suite, and as he said, in his hand were a few pages of paperwork. Jaune looked at it cautiously, looking between the paper and the Headmaster who was waiting patiently as he held them out. Jaune finally reached out his hand and carefully took the stack from him. Afterwards, he looked through them and after reading the first page and a half, he looked back to the Headmaster with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow.

"You want me to attend Beacon." Jaune stated more than asked. The older man nodded before gesturing to the paperwork in the younger mans hands.

"Yes. I would like you to attend. That paperwork, should you accept, will allow into the academy with no further testing ot background checks." The green clad man said. Jaune just looked at him and shifted his gaze to the papers n his hands before looking at him again.

"Why?" was all he asked. But the Headmaster could tell that Jaune was interested now. And he may or may not have planned out how this would go down. The cool thing about age, was that after a while of dealing with so many people and students, he could pretty much read anyone like a book nowadays.

"Simple: You have skill, experience, wisdom, intelligence, and an uncanny stubbornness that would fit right in with the rest of my students." Ozpin said, giving a small smile. knowing it wouldn't completely convince him in the slightest, he waited for Jaune to respond.

"Even if that is true, that doesn't really give me any incentive to go." Jaune said, skimming through the rest of the documents in his hands. He may have not been around alot of people, but that doesn't mean he can't see if someones playing him for a fool or not. But he couldn't tell with this man. He could see that he genuinely wanted to help him, either out of pity, the feel to do so since he was apparently friends with his parents at one point, out of the goodness of his heart...or more likely trying to gain his good wishes. You'd be surprised how many people have tried to keep him for themselves whenever he tried to protect a village from the Grim.

"I see. So you wish to know what you get out of this." Ozpin stated, and Jaune simply nodded. "For starters, you have the opportunity to attend the biggest Huntsmen academy in all of Remnant." The grey haired man said amusingly, which prompted a deadpan expression from Jaune. "And may i add that it will give you a definite supply of food, water, housing, and education." Ozpin said, but Jaune could here the hidden message. 'It will give you access to a nutritious meal, perfect for your training regimine, give you a safe house to hide, and allow you to research anything you desire.'

He found it tempting. In fact, he found it very tempting. But there was just one thing that he wanted to know. It didn't necessarily decide what he was going to answer with, but it was probably going to decide how he was going to treat this.

"And what's in it for you? You're giving me all of this, and you're not expecting anything in return. What's the catch?" Jaune asked, now much more relaxed around the Headmaster. Who was now smiling. He was confident that he was going to accept...but there is always the off chance that he didn't. And he really didn't want to resort to his plan B. it's always morally challenging when he used blackmail on someone after all.

"All i ask is if i have a mission for you, i want you to at the very least consider it." The older gentleman said. That was already better than anything else Jaune has heard. But he didn't specify what kind of missions they would be.

"What kind of missions?" He asked, and the Headmaster hmm'd in acknowledgment. He reached into his blazer again, and this time, Jaune merely narrowed his eyes a small bit before relaxing again when Ozpin pulled out a Scroll and handed it to him. Jaune looked at it for a small bit before looking at Ozpin once more.

"Before you ask, it's yours. I personally made sure that it was secure. It's practically untraceable. Any data that comes onto that phone, whether it's a message, a call, or researching, it will delete it within a five minute time frame. It can only be called by either me or anyone that accesses my desk. I will give you everything you need for whatever i assign you to. We can go into details later, but if you choose not to accept my offer, then i can render that scroll useless, and we can both pretend that this conversation never happened." The Headmaster said, staring at Jaune evenly. Jaune himself was contemplating whether or not to take the deal. But then he realized how much reliability that he could do whatever the man would assign him.

"Okay, another question. Why do you have such faith as to trust me with these missions?" Jaune asked. Ozpin merely chuckled lightly before pulling out his own personal scroll. He then perused the device before showing what he was looking for. It was a cloaked figure-or fuzzy blur if you didn't look closely-with a glowing outline. And by it's side, was a glowing blue blade that looked vaguely like his own. The thing that caught the eye however, was the mutilated and dissipating corpses of over twenty Higher Ranked Beowolves. You see, a Higher Ranked Beowulf is one of the older variety but are still outranked by their Alpha. And while they could each be an Alpha of their own pack, they grew smart enough to stick with the Higher Ranked Alpha. The Higher Ranked Alphas themselves are quite troublesome. Even a fully trained hunter has trouble with them. And the cloaked figure itself was in the middle of a clash with the Higher Ranked Alpha and you could see a few other Higher Ranked Beowolves going off screen. Jaune stared at the image before looking back up at Ozpin's knowing face.

"It's quite amusing what you can find if you scrounge around in the right places. Like i said, i've spent quite a bit to find you. So, will you accept?" Ozpin asked, once again leaning on his cain after placing his scroll into his blazer. Jaune looked between him and the papers in his hands before letting out a breath.

"That fight was actually pretty hard for me you know." Jaune said. though, Ozpin could also hear the hidden message. 'I don't know if i can do everything you assign me, but i'll try.' Ozpin smiled before he nodded and turned to leave. However, Jaune had one last question for the older gentleman.

"Hey, how did you set all of this up by the way?" Jaune asked, and Ozpin stopped in his stride to turn to him. Ozpin, with his almost ever present knowling smile chuckled a small bit before responding.

"I will admit, i used up most if not all of the favours for the paperwork, and i had to pull one or two strings for the scroll." He said, before taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "I did all of this because...well, i felt like i owed your parents as much." Ozpin explained, putting his glasses back on. Jaune closed his eyes to hold back the memories that tried to make their way to the front of his mind again. Ozpin said one more thing to the young man as he was walking away.

"I look forward to having you for the next three years Mr. Arc."

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Well, there you go ladies, gentlemen and those who have unspecified genders, this is the first chapter of the story that you guys voted for. I'm doing this a bit differently i know, but that's what i was trying to go for: Different, but still interesting. And i'm sure that you guys caught on that something happened to Jaune in his past. But you'll have to wait a small bit before i reveal what exactly happened. Anyway, i hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I now have to go, my people need me. So until the next time we meet, Toodles~!