Authors Note: Hello everyone and welcome to my story, Dragon Ball R. I haven't written a fanfiction in a few years and have decided to take up the art once more by combining Dragon Ball Z and RWBY, which are both up there with my favorite franchises. All I will say is that I hope you enjoy this and if you any questions, comments or criticism, please write them in the review section. As stated in the summary, this story is partially inspired by the story "Transition F" by J-Dude2470, though I will be going about it in a different way. However, still go check his story out if you haven't, it is quite the read! Last but not least, I do not own Dragon Ball Z or RWBY of course.

On a remote planet by the name of Namek, a furious race has reached its climax. A group of visitors have finally gathered up the seven magical Dragon Balls, that summon a wish granting dragon, to wish their friends back from the dead after a devastating turn of events on their home planet, Earth.

During the race for the Dragon Balls, the natives of Namek, an alien race called Namekians, have been brutally massacred by an evil galactic space tyrant during his own search for the Dragon Balls. Only two Namekians remain. A young child Namekian, who is helping the visitors from Earth, and an old wise Namekian who is the creator of the Dragon Balls. There had been one more, a powerful guardian who was the strongest of the Namekians, but he had just lost his life to the tyrant in an attempt to buy time for the visitors.

Now, two of the heroes are about to summon the dragon. One is a small kid of about four, with black hair done in a bowl cut and a confident but adorable face. Despite his young age, he is well built and has incredible strength.

Next to the kid, stood a bald human dwarf. Though he was barely taller than the kid, he too was well built and powerful but he seemed to have a less confident air about him. One of his only distinct features was six small dots on his forehead, a result of his monk training back on Earth.

The kid and dwarf were both wearing a type of battle armor that many aliens use. It had long shoulder and leg pads that were connected to the hard body of the armor. On their arms and legs, they wore simple tight sleeves and pants that ended in white gloves and boots respectively. The armor was state of the art, durable yet flexible allowing the user to fight as naturally as if doing so naked.

Finally, the Namekian child stood before them in front of the seven Dragon Balls. The Namekians were green humanoid creatures, with small antennae on the head and pink biceps. As a child, these features were not as distinctly shown, however the green skin is hard to miss.

Behind him, the seven Dragon Balls lay on the ground. Large orange orbs as big as bowling balls that each had stars corresponding to their number from 1 to 7.

At this point, the Namekian child faced the two visitors from Earth and asked, "Are we ready?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said the bald monk nervously. He turned to look at the kid beside him. "Are we forgetting anything, Gohan?"

The kid, Gohan, shook his head eagerly. "No and we should do it sooner than later. I don't know how long Vegeta will stay asleep. Besides, Krillin," his expression turned serious, "there's also Him."

As if on cue, a strong breeze blew among them and suddenly the three companions tensed up in terror.

"Oh god!" Gohan cried, fear in his voice, "He's on his way! I can feel his energy approaching and fast!"

"It's… it's insane," Krillin stuttered, "His power is horrifying! Dende, we need to summon the dragon NOW!"

Dende quickly nodded and turned around towards the Dragons Balls and began to chant something in an unfamiliar tongue. The seven orbs glowed bright and light began shooting out from them high into the sky. As Gohan and Krillin watched, the light began to coil and spiral in the air until it had taken the shape of a massive green dragon with a large head, muscular body and forearms and a tail that was anchored to the Dragon Balls. All around it grew dark as the Namek sky was covered in dark clouds.

Hundreds of miles away, a green lake lay quiet and undisturbed, the water as clear as glass. Suddenly, the lake erupted into a shower of spray as a figure flew over at incredible speed leaving behind a dry path across the lake.

The figure kept flying, an angry blue aura surrounding him. As he flew, he cursed out loud and yelled at the top of his lungs in a murderous tone.

"THOSE VILE FILTHY MAGGOTS! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I WAS TRICKED BY SUCH AN IMPUDENT RACE! THOSE DRAGON BALLS WILL BE MINE AND ANYONE IN MY PATH WILL SUFFER AN EXCRUCIATING DEATH!"

All of a sudden, the sky grew dark. Clouds formed quickly and bunched together in a mass that blocked out the stars and neighboring planets. Lightning crackled across the sky. The figure halted momentarily, surprised at the sudden change in atmosphere. Then something caught his eye. Far in the distance, a green shape resembling a dragon was outlined against the dark horizon. The rage returned and with a roar, the figure rocketed toward the dragon leaving a wake of destruction.

"Oh, wow," Krillin gasped, staring up at the towering dragon, "Man, he is much bigger than our dragon. I wonder what Bulma would think of this."

Looming over the trio, the dragon now spoke in a deep booming voice. "I am the eternal dragon Porunga. You have summoned me from the seven Dragon Balls. I shall grant you three wishes."

Krillin looked surprised. "Three wishes. We usually only get two." Then he smiled. "Well can't complain about that!"

Gohan nodded excitedly, but Dende broke the mood. "You need to wish quickly! I can feel that terrifying energy drawing nearer and not to mention Vegeta may wake any second now!"

Krillin nodded. "You're right, Dende. Tell him we want him to bring back everyone that was killed on Earth by the Saiyans."

Dende turned back to Porunga and, in his strange language, relayed the wish to the dragon. Porunga seemed to consider for a second before replying, "I cannot grant this wish. I can only revive one being per wish."

"And there's the catch," Krillin grumbled. Gohan looked disheartened with the response as well and was just about to ask Krillin what to do next when a stern voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Gohan! Can you hear me!?"

Gohan gasped. He recognized that voice anywhere. It was the voice of his master Piccolo, a Namekian that had lived on Earth and had died saving Gohan from a threat that had attacked Earth. Upon his death, the Dragon Balls that had existed on Earth had vanished due to a link he had with the guardian of Earth and the creator of the Dragon Balls.

"Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan yelled happily, drawing the attention of Krillin and Dende, "Is that you? How can I hear you?"

Krillin and Dende stared at him. "Um… buddy?" Krillin ventured carefully, "I didn't hear nobody. Definitely not Piccolo."

In Gohan's mind, Piccolo's voice spoke once more. "I am talking to you telepathically through King Kai. The guy that trained your father when he died. He has been monitoring your progress so far."

"You're at King Kai's?" Gohan asked, "If you're there are Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaoutzu there?"

"Yes, but we don't have time to talk about that," Piccolo said urgently, "I need you to wish me back with the Dragon Balls. If I come back, so does Kami and with him, the Earth's Dragon Balls will be restored."

"I guess that makes sense," Gohan said. He then relayed the information to Krillin who nodded his approval. "Alright, Mr. Piccolo, we will do it."

"One more thing," Piccolo's voice said with a hard edge, "I want you to bring me to Namek so I can fight this monster who has slaughtered my people. Such actions will not go unanswered!"

The last few words were spoken with such anger and hatred that it took Gohan a second to collect his thoughts once more. Before he could make a decision he heard another voice speak up.

"Are you crazy, Piccolo? You will just get yourself killed again!"

It was King Kai, a sort of god that manages over a part of the universe. His specialty was the north side of the universe.

Piccolo simply grunted in response.

"I will not stand by idly any longer as my race and my planet get destroyed violently! This is not a request, Gohan, it's a demand!"

Gohan was silent for a couple of seconds. He was tempted to tell his old mentor no and keep him safe by only bringing him back and having him stay on Earth. However, after all the boy had seen in the past few days, the carnage and the pain of the Namekians, he knew that Piccolo had the right to come. He nodded grimly and once again relayed the info to Krillin.

"Two wishes for Piccolo?" Krillin asked, "Guess that's fine as long as the Earth's Dragon Balls are back." He told Dende the two desired wishes and once again Dende told the dragon their wishes.

This time, Porunga did not need to hesitate. His eyes glowed red as his boomed, "Your wish has been granted!"

"Great!" Gohan said, "Now we just need to decide what we are going to do with our last- "

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!"

Gohan, Krillin, and Dende all flinched at the voice. They turned to see a man with tall spiky black hair wearing battle armor and blue tights glowering at them, his fists clenched. His face conveyed a look of pure rage as he stared down each of the three.

"So, you summoned the dragon without me huh?" asked Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. While no longer a soldier of the tyrant's army, Vegeta's pride and ferocity had never died down. He was still just as violent and arrogant as he had been when he had attack Earth, causing the deaths of many of their friends, including Piccolo. Now, they had met him once more on Namek also pursuing the Dragon Balls. However, out of common interest in staying alive against the tyrant, they had formed an unlikely alliance.

Unfortunately, this did not mean they were the best of friends now.

"Ah crap," Krillin yelped terrified. Despite his strength, he was nowhere near Vegeta's Saiyan might. "Well, you see we were just- "

Suddenly, Vegeta tensed up and sharply looked to his right, a look of horror dawning on his face. He rushed forward and seized Dende before Gohan or Krillin could react.

"Brat! I need you to make me immortal!" Vegeta spluttered frantically, "It's the only way I will be able to defeat Him! Hurry!"

Krillin stepped up next to him and despite his fear of him, tried to pull Vegeta away from Dende. "We can't do that! If you're immortal, you will just use it for your own evil gains!"

Vegeta turned sharply towards Krillin. "You don't understand do you!? If I'm not immortal, we are all going to die anyway!" He turned back to Dende and yelled, "Did you not hear me!? Wish it!"

Dende stammered, too scared to do anything. His reluctance to giving Vegeta his wish was well supported since he knew that Vegeta had killed many Namekians during his time on Namek while searching for the Dragon Balls himself. However, he then felt the ungodly power approaching fast, and he made up his mind.

Turning to Porunga, Dende began to speak the wish but the words died on his mouth. The dragon was smoking, dissolving into a gray steamy mass. The other three noticed and stared aghast as the eternal dragon Porunga melted away, leaving behind seven gray stones on the ground. The sky around them began to clear as the clouds dispersed as quickly as the dragon had done. Within seconds, the landscape was back to normal as if nothing had transpired.

"What… what happened?" Vegeta asked hoarsely, "Did I get my wish?"

Dende sunk his head low and shook his head. "No. Lord Guru, the creator of the Dragon Balls has perished. His time had been coming for a while now."

Gohan walked up to Dende and put a hand on his shoulder gently. "I'm sorry for your loss. He was a brave and wise Namekian who helped us all out."

Krillin nodded sadly, but Vegeta was not so sentimental. He was outraged.

"But what about my wish!" he asked angrily, "I need that wish! If I'm not immortal, then I can't beat- "He stopped dead in his tracks. The other three looked at him and saw that his gaze was now fixed on a hill just a few yards away and his angry expression had changed to a look of absolute terror. They followed his gaze and quickly realized why.

"Oh, god, no," Krillin croaked, his skin turning pale.

Atop the hill, staring down at them was an alien figure. His horned head and long tail were terrifying enough, however, it was his face that brought true horror to the companions down below. As he looked down, his purple lips curled into a cruel smile and his icy red eyes, one of which was covered by a see-through red screen that connected to a device attached to the ear, conveyed a look of absolute hatred.

"Well, well," the tyrant spoke, his voice surprisingly calm and polite as if he was at a diplomatic meeting, "it seems you have ruined my chance for immortality."

Gohan, Krillin, Vegeta, and Dende all stared back in horror and could only think of one thing to say in return.

"FRIEZA!"

Lord Frieza, ruler of the galaxy and landowner of most planets, chuckled as he floated down from his hill and until he stood level with the others. His smile never wavered, but neither did his eyes.

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Vegeta," Frieza said, his voice not changing, "I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance but I guess I only have myself to blame for that part."

He chuckled once more, but this time he could not suppress a slight bit of hysteria. The four stared at him, frozen in fear of what would await them once his veneer shattered and let forth a tidal wave of fury.

Freiza stopped chuckling and scanned the area around him as if searching for something. Then he once again spoke to the four.

"By any chance, do you know where the Ginyu Force is? I can't seem to find them with my scouter," he indicated the device attached to his ear, "am I to assume that they are dead?"

They didn't respond. None of them seemed to notice a small green frog a few yards away trying to hide behind a rock. Frieza took their silence as an answer. "Ah very well. I guess if you want to get something done, you do it yourself." He tried to chuckle again but this time it turned into a growl of anger. His fists clenched tightly and as rage began to leak out.

"Your worthless maggots," he snarled through clenched teeth, "you will pay. YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! I WILL OBLITERATE ALL OF YOU!" He roared the last sentence as the polite composed veneer shattered and a shockwave burst forth from him, blasting the observers in a sudden heat of power.

"Impossible…," Krillin stammered, shaking uncontrollably. Gohan and Dende didn't say anything, petrified by the burst of power. A few miles away in a ship, Gohan's father, Goku, stirred slightly in the healing pod in reaction to the power outburst.

Only Vegeta seemed unperturbed. He discarded his look of terror for a smirk as he stared down the livid tyrant.

"Oh, look at poor old Frieza," he taunted, "outsmarted by a couple of Earthlings and useless Namekians. Honestly, I can't say you didn't deserve this."

Everyone stared at Vegeta in shock, including Frieza who was surprised at Vegeta's gall. Vegeta just laughed at his shocked expression and continued on saying, "However, that won't be your last mistake Frieza. I have grown much stronger since you last saw me. With this power, I will be able to take you down!"

He began laughing at the tyrant. Gohan, Krillin, and Dende stared in awe and fear at Vegeta as he openly taunted and laughed at the lord of the universe. Vegeta was so preoccupied that it took him a second to realize he wasn't the only one laughing. He stopped and saw that Frieza was cackling coldly, his face in an ugly sneer.

"Oh, Vegeta," Frieza said softly, "I don't think you realize just how foolish you sound. Have you forgotten who I am?" He crouched down slightly and tensed his body. "Let me refresh your memory." Another wave of power burst forth from Frieza as he suddenly lunged forward towards Vegeta.

However, at that moment, several things happened at once. The gray stones that used to be Dragon Balls blazed with a bright light that blinded everyone around. The light began to cover the landscape until the entire planet was shrouded in light. Then a loud sound boomed out and shook Planet Namek. Within a second the sound died out and the light disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the planet the same as it was. Only one thing had changed. The planet was completely deserted.

In the world of Remnant, a group of four teens were walking down a small path heading to a nearby town. Despite this strange appearance, these were no ordinary teens. These were Huntsmen, armed with weapons and auras that protected them and allowed them to use a unique ability known as a Semblance.

Leading the group was a sixteen-year-old girl with dark red hair over her an undeniably cute face that consisted of a thin mouth and silver eyes. She wore a black combat blouse and skirt. Slung over her back, she carried a retractable scythe that could also act as a sniper rifle.

Beside her, a boy of about eighteen was consulting a map as they walked. The light breeze ruffled his short blonde hair despite the black hoodie he was wearing over his head. Along with the hoodie, he was wearing a white chest plate with golden trimming that matched the armor he wore on his fingers and knees. Strapped to his hip was a white sheath, a sword hilt protruding from the opening.

In the back, a boy and a girl, both of about 18, were walking side by side. The boy had long black hair with a small streak of purple that matched the color of his eyes. His outfit was a green tailcoat that he wore over his turtleneck. Slung on each hip were small green pistols with hooked blade attachments. He was silent as the girl next to him talked nonstop, discussing things of little pertinence.

She was an energetic girl by sight. She had orange hair and cheerful green eyes that always seemed to have a glint in them. Her pink skirt was held on by an equally pink belt and her white boots contained pink laces. Slung over her back was a silver grenade launcher, complete with pink grenades.

The four of them had been walking down the same path for a while now, on their way to a place that could take them to the city of Mistra. They had set out a few months ago from the isle of Patch and a few months after the tragedy that had befallen them back at their academy, Beacon, in the kingdom of Vale. Many of them still had nightmares about that night. However, it was part of the reason that were heading to Mistral. They needed help to combat the forces of evil that were currently taking control of Remnant.

On one hand, there was the evil witch Cinder, who had killed a dear friend to gain a power of a powerful being known as a Maiden. Along with her, a terrorist organization of radical faunus, people with animal characteristics, called the White Fang led by Adam Taurus, and a force even worse than both that seemed to be pulling the strings though they still didn't know who it was. And of course, there were the Grimm, the constant enemy that took on the shapes of many sorts of horrifying creatures and fed off of negative emotions. During the attack, they had played a big role in terrorizing them and were now appearing more frequently around Remnant ever since.

As Huntsman, they believed they were responsible for the fate of Remnant and, with the help of other Huntsman, they could vanquish the evil. But they also had personal feelings that had goaded them on such a dangerous quest.

"I think we may have made a wrong turn," the blonde-haired boy said as he consulted the map critically, "We should have turned right instead of left."

The red haired girl turned and pouted, "What!? You were telling us that this way was the way for sure!"

Behind her, the orange hair girl momentarily stopped her incessant babble and put on a similar pout. "Yeah, Jaune! You were all like, 'left is the way to go because I'm so smart'."

Jaune Arc knitted his eyebrows. "I never said that. You said that, Nora, and you agreed with her, Ruby. In fact, you wouldn't take no for an answer."

The two girls tried to look as offended as they could. Nora Valkyrie turned to the boy beside her and pleaded, "He's lying, Ren! We would never do something like that!"

Lie Ren let out an exasperated sigh and exchanged looks with Jaune before replying calmly, "Actually you did say that. You actually wrestled the map out of his hand to show him your reasoning." He turned to face Ruby Rose, "and you agreed with everything she said and made an 'executive' decision."

Ruby and Nora, seeing that their argument was hopeless, sighed sadly and turned to walk back the road they had just come, the boys following them.

"It's just so annoying. This is the third time this has happened," Ruby complained. Then she said in a more serious undertone, "At this rate, we will never get to Mistral."

The others didn't respond, the silliness of the moment dying out with those words as they were reminded of why they were on their quest. Ruby was especially sobered by the reminder. She had run away from home to go on this quest despite urgings from her father not to. She had left without much word to him or her older sister, Yang Xiao Long, besides a brief note. The guilt chewed at her, but she did not once think of going back. Now, with another setback, she was beginning to have her doubts. What could a group of young Huntsmen actually do? They were fighting an enemy more experienced, more influential and far more powerful than they were. They had already proven that a few months ago when they had attacked their Huntsman academy, Beacon, causing the deaths of many, including her good friends, and the collapse of Beacon entirely.

As a result, Ruby's team had been split up and she had been left at home to recover. Not being happy with this arrangement, she asked Jaune, Nora and Ren to accompany her to Mistral which they had agreed too despite still grieving for their own teammate, Pyrrha Nikos, who had been one of the casualties during the attack.

Now, all that guilt, sadness and hopelessness rushed in on Ruby and she choked out a sob. The other three heard and quickly caught up to her.

"Hey," Jaune said soothingly, "It's alright. We don't have much to walk-"

"DON'T SAY THAT!" Ruby cried, louder than she was expecting and lowering her voice she continued shakily, "Don't say that it's alright, Jaune. It isn't. I asked you all to join me on a stupid quest that is hopeless from the start."

The other three exchanged looks. For once, Nora couldn't think of anything to say. Ren glanced at Jaune and nodded silently to him. Jaune understood.

"Look, Ruby, we came because we wanted to. We believe that we need to do something about what happened to Beacon and…," Jaune's breath caught for a second but he forced himself to carry on, "Pyrrha. You believed we needed to do something as well. We can get help at Mistral and then-"

"Then what, Jaune?" Ruby once again cut him off. "Then what? Are we just going to be able to defeat Cinder and all the others just like that? It's nonsense. I was foolish and believed that we could actually do something. But that won't happen. Help won't just fall out of the sky and give us a chance to-"

At that instant, a bright light blazed a few yards away. The group covered their eyes as the light flashed a few times. Just before they could ask themselves what was happening, the light disappeared, leaving behind three figures on the ground. A kid and a dwarf wearing strange armor and a small green person wearing robes.

"Help from the sky…," Jaune whispered aghast as they all looked at the newcomers with a mixture of fear and wonder. No one stirred. Then Ruby, swallowing back her feelings, turned to her friends.

"We need check if they are okay," she said before rushing forward with the other behind her.

In the Schnee Mansion, located in the kingdom of Atlas, the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company was currently locked up in her room. It was a cozy enough room though it did not have much to offer. It was almost completely silver colored and dominated by a large four-poster bed of the same color. A dresser, table, and windows were the only other things that occupied the room.

Weiss Schnee sat on her bed, cradling her knees as she wept silently. She was a gorgeous girl of about eighteen, with long silver hair that was pull back into a long pony tail. Her face was sharp, but beautiful with the only imperfection being a small scar that ran down her left eye and face.

Next to her on the bed, lay a long rectangular case, inside of which was her specialized sword that could use the energy from Dust crystals to aid her in battle.

However, right now Weiss was fighting a battle she could not use her sword in. She had just been locked up by her father, the owner of the Schnee Dust Company Jacques Schnee, for an outburst she had caused at a banquet. She had reacted rashly towards a guest who had been bad mouthing Beacon and the Huntsman that had been there for not doing their job in protecting the place from the attack that had taken place. Weiss had taken great offense and, unable to contain her anger, had summoned a boar with her Semblance. It had been taken out quickly by General Ironwood, commander of Atlas forces, but her actions were still enough to get her grounded.

Now, sitting in bed sadly, Weiss had time to wonder what had happened to her friends. She had been one of the first to leave Team RWBY when her father had forcefully dragged her away from the ruined Beacon and Vale. She had not wanted to leave, but her father gave her no other choice and even her sister, Winter Schnee who she trusted deeply, considered it a good idea. However, it had still weighed heavily on her heart to leave Ruby, her best friend and team leader, without so much as saying goodbye. Sure, the girl had annoyed her with her childish antics and unmannered way of going about things, but she had grown on Weiss deeply. She would give anything to hear Ruby make another lame pun or snore loudly in class.

As Weiss was remembering a time where Ruby had constructed bunk beds for the team to sleep in, a sudden bright light blazed through the windows. Weiss sprang out of bed and ran towards the window, shielding her eyes from the bright light. By the time she had reached the window, the light had faded, and she was able to see clearly outside. She gasped.

In the Schnee Mansions courtyard, a massive circular spaceship had been embedded into the garden. It lay at a cockeye angle, with part of it completely underground and covered in dirt while the other half was out in the open. The design of the ship was nothing Weiss had ever seen before. It had large oval windows all around its circumference. Its top was flat with a hatch that was currently closed. On the bottom, it had small legs that reminded Weiss of a spider. In fact, the entire ship looked like a round fat spider that had no face.

Alarms blared all around as the Schnee Mansion came to life. Guards spilled onto the courtyard, surrounding the ship within seconds. They were shouting orders to each other as they began to survey the ship and the damage its sudden appearance had caused. Still dumbfounded by the turn of events, Weiss tried to piece together exactly what she had witnessed.

"A bright light and then 'BLAM' this thing appears," she said to herself, "But what is it?"

Her curiosity soon overcame her surprise and she bolted to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. She let out a frustrated cry. With everything that had just happened, she had momentarily forgotten that she had been grounded. She ran back to the window and for a crazy moment she considered jumping out. Then behind her, the doors lock clicked, and she turned to see a short plump man wearing a dark blue butler's uniform enter the room.

"Forgive the intrusion, my lady," said Klein Sieben, the Schnee's butler, "However, I would not recommend jumping out the window."

Weiss backed away from the window and replied, "Yes, of course, Klein. But what is that thing?"

Klein walked towards the window and looked down at the crashed ship. "Well, my lady, not much is known so far but we believe it is a spacecraft of some sort. Though it's design is nothing we have seen before in Atlas or in other kingdoms for that matter."

"I figured that much," Weiss huffed, joining Klein at the window, "Anything else?"

"A search team has just entered the ship," Klein said his eyes fixed on the spacecraft, "And so far, they haven't found- "His voice suddenly caught. Weiss noticed and, following his gaze down, she saw what had caught his attention.

A small group of guards were exiting the spacecraft through the top hatch, which had been pried open. The first ones out immediately signaled to some doctors nearby who had come to help out if necessary. As the doctors ran over, the rest of the guards who had been inside climbed out and Weiss saw that they had carried something along with them. A man with spiky black hair and orange martial arts clothing.

Sailing on the bright blue sea of Remnant, a ferry was cruising towards a small island known as Menagerie. This place was well known for its faunus population, in fact it was the only place in Remnant that only had faunus. It was safe haven for them, especially in these dark times. The faunus have always been the subject of discrimination and abuse by the humans for their animalistic traits.

Now, with the attack on Beacon that had involved the radical faunus group known as the White Fang, the fear and hatred for faunus had only become more potent. All around Remnant, faunus were being once again imprisoned and mistreated for crimes they did not commit and for reasons that were not substantiated.

On the prow of the ferry, a faunus of about eighteen stood looking out at the nearing island on the horizon. Her long black hair flowed behind her in the wind, almost covering the two small cat ears atop her head. A belt was looped over her body and on the back was attached her weapon of choice, a dark black pistol-machete in its black sheath.

The girl had been standing there all morning, gazing at the approaching island. Her face did not convey any emotion, but her eyes betrayed the sadness and guilt she was feeling. The guilt of running away once again from her problems.

"Hey there!" said a voice behind her. She immediately activated her Semblance and literally jumped out of her shadow, leaving a life like clone behind her. As she landed back on the deck, she unsheathed her weapon and pointed it at the speaker.

"Woah no need to do that," said Sun Wukong, a blonde-haired monkey faunus. He was wearing his usual white jacket over his bare chest. A yellow monkey's tail protruded from behind his blue jeans and waggled a little in the wind. Slung over his back was his red staff that doubled as two revolvers.

The cat fanaus relaxed a little and sheathed her weapon and the clone she had left behind dissolved into mist. "Don't do that to me, Sun."

Sun waggled his eyebrows at her and looked out at Menagerie which had grown nearer. "Almost there. I can't wait to meet your family, Blake. The Belladonnas are quite the family." He winked at her. She just sighed, used to his flirtatious attitude.

"I'm here on serious business, Sun. I need to- "

"Save the faunus. Stop the White Fang," Sun finished, "Yes, I know. But you also have to relax a little bit more. Be happy to see your family again."

Blake scowled at him. "It's easy for you to say. You don't continually run away from your problems. You're not a coward."

She let that settle for a second. Then Sun approached her and gripped her shoulders tightly. Blake resisted slightly but Sun didn't let go.

"Stop saying that!" he protested, "You ran away from Beacon due to fear. It's natural! I get that your friends were in trouble and you weren't able to help them. Not many could have!"

Blake wrenched herself free. "But I betrayed their trust! Ruby's. Weiss's. Yang's. All of them! I ran away like always do because that's all I have ever known!"

Once again, she let that settle. Then, to her amazement, Sun laughed. She was about to slap him in the face when he said, "Tell me, does a coward go to their parents to convince the faunus to up rise against a terrorist group?"

Blake stood speechless, trying to think of some sort of counter argument. Sun smiled. "See? You know I'm right."

"Shut up," Blake muttered. Then after a moment she looked at Sun once more. "Thanks, Sun. I needed that."

Sun was taken aback by the sudden change and blushed deeply at her smile. "Well it was nothing. You know I just say what's true and all- "

His speech of modesty was cut short by a sudden bright light that flashed over the sea just a few yards starboard of where they were standing. The two faunus were blinded by the reflection the sea gave off from the light. Then, as soon as it appeared, it dissipated. The two were still seeing spots in their eyes and trying to blink them away when they heard a splash. They looked up just in time to see a ripple of water under where the light had shone. In the middle of the ripple, a body floated lifelessly in the sea.

Sun reacted fast. Clasping his hands together, he used his Semblance and summoned two life size golden avatars of himself. He willed them to jump into the water and swim to the body. They did so without hesitation, grabbed the body, and returned back to the boat with it. They placed the body on the deck and disappeared in a flash.

"Phew," Sun sighed, wiping his brow, "Thank god I can think fast sometimes."

Blake didn't say anything. She kneeled down next to the body and examined the visitor. He was a tall green person dressed in strange garments. His face was devilish, with sharp features and long pointy ears. He wore a turban over his head and long white cape over his shoulders. Over his body and legs, we wore purple martial arts clothes with a belt around his waist and his feet were covered in orange boots. His arms were bare, showing off his green skin and pink blotches where the biceps were. It was by far one of the strangest people Blake and Sun had ever seen in their lives.

"A type of faunus?" Sun asked curiously as he looked at the stranger's face.

Blake didn't respond. Somehow, she figured that this person was no faunus. She also figured that his sudden appearance meant something profound. Whatever the case, she knew one thing for sure. Things were about to get interesting.

Yang Xiao Long was in a state of absolute depression. Lying in bed and doing menial house chores for the past few months in her house on the isle of Patch had been bad enough. But the sudden departure of her younger sister, news of increased Grimm appearances and the rise of the White Fang had added to her stress.

And instead of relieving it by going out there and helping, she was stuck here, all because of what had happened to her at Beacon a few months ago. She still had nightmares about it. A masked bull faunus with red hair and a black suit slashing his red katana in a wicked slice and suddenly a guttural scream of pain. Though it's not like she needed those nightmares to remind her of what had happened either. All she needed to do was look down at her right arm and see the lack of an arm.

Yang sighed and laid her head back on the pillow, making sure not to mess up her long yellow hair. Even in her depression, most guys would have been staring. She was a bombshell of a girl at eighteen and a body that would impress any. Well fit and toned, her body was built like a boxer.

Sufficient in self-defense, Yang also carries around yellow gauntlets over her fists that come with built in shotguns that she can reload easily and give her punches a major power boost. Power boosts were also part of Yang's Semblance. When angered in any way, here lilac eyes turn red and her aura increases substantially, giving her more power and agility.

Of course, it was quite a cruel joke that what she had lost in the battle was one of her main ways of attacking. Though, to be fair, that problem had been remedied somewhat. Not long after the attack, she had received a gift from General Ironwood in Atlas for her courage and valor in battle. It was a high-tech robotic arm, easily attachable and detachable which was able to pack as much of a punch as her old arm. Though Yang was of course grateful for such a gift, she still felt as if she had lost a part of herself, both literally and metaphorically.

She turned on to her side contemplating. Literally, she had lost an arm. Metaphorically though, she had lost her team and her friends. Her sister had left on a quest without so much as a word to her. Weiss had been plucked away by her family as far as she knew. And Blake… she had run off, leaving them to grieve for the destruction of Beacon without her. It had been the biggest insult for Yang. Trust and loyalty were her two greatest ideals and by running off in a time of need, Blake had broken both to her former team and, more importantly, friends.

"Why did you have to run?" Yang asked out loud, "We were your friends… we should have stuck together."

She did not cry easily. Laughing, joking, teasing and flirting came more naturally. But as she lay helplessly in her bed, she sobbed quietly in despair. She was so wrapped up in her despair that did not notice the increase in light outside her window. She did not notice it fade away quickly. But she did notice the unconscious body fall through her roof and land hard on her bedroom floor.

She yelped as she sprang up from her lying position, dodging wood planks and other shrapnel coming down from the roof. Downstairs, she heard the front door slam and, a moment later, footsteps running up the stairs. Her father barged into the room panting and subsequently got hit in the head by plank of falling wood.

"Dad!" Yang screeched, grabbing her blanket and covering her bottom half which had been naked except for some underwear.

"Sorry honey!" Taiyang Xiao Long called out rubbing his blonde hair to shake out some of the wood pieces and dust that had fallen on him. Despite being hit over the head with a plank, he looked completely fine thanks to his aura which had protected him. Like Yang, he had been a Huntsman, though now he did not do much in the business anymore and instead tended the house and took care of the garden. Judging by his clothes, he had been potting the plants before running over. He wore his usual beige shirt, vest and pants but also wore rubber boots and leather gloves which were both covered in dirt.

Once the dust had settled and Yang and Tai made sure that there was no more danger from falling wood planks, they began to examine the source of the damage, though Yang quickly went to her dresser and slipped into some khaki pants.

"I will tell you this," Tai said nervously, "This person is definitely some type of fighter and a strong one at that."

Yang approached his side and kneeled down next him to look at the body. She had to agree with him. A man with long spiky black hair, a mean face and strange battle armor lay before her. His arms and legs were muscled enough to be seen through his blue spandex.

"Where the hell did he come from?" Yang wondered as she looked him up and down.

"I don't know," Tai said, "Do you keep strange men in our attic, Yang?" He turned to her and despite a small twinkle in his eye, he wasn't entirely joking.

"Shut up dad," Yang slapped him upside the head.

"Ow," he complained, "Be careful. Your too strong to be doing slaps like those. But anyway, I did see this bright light above our house before he fell through. I don't know what it was exactly so I'm still mostly in the dark but that's at least what I observed. I'm going to get some water and towels. Stay by him."

Yang stared at the man's face. It wasn't the kindest face to look at, but she recognized it as the face of warrior.

"A warrior that crashed through our roof and into my bedroom," Yang thought as Tai went downstairs to grab some water and towels, "What type of omen could that be?"

On a small lonely path in the kingdom of Mistral, a young farm boy of fourteen walked with a small backpack over his back.

He was not much to look at. With tousled black hair, freckles on his face, orange suspenders over a plain white t-shirt that held up his brown pants, he looked like every other farm boy. However, Oscar Pine's purpose was far more dangerous and, in his opinion, stupid than any other farm boy.

A few months ago, he had been busy working at his mother's farm as always when a voice had begun to speak to him inside of his head. At first, he thought he was just hearing things, but the voice urged him to listen and made itself clear that it was not just his subconscious or imagination. It had proclaimed itself as Ozpin, a former principle at a Huntsman Academy in Vale known as Beacon and that hard times had fallen upon him and forced him to enter Oscar's body. Oscar, who had little to do with Huntsman and Vale, was startled by the sudden news and terrified. What Ozpin had told him next terrified him even more. He instructed Oscar to leave his farm, possibly forever, and take an express train to the city of Mistral where Mistral Academy was located and meet up with somebody that Oscar didn't know.

At first, Oscar resisted strongly and tried to shut out the voice. However, he finally gave in and now found himself walking down the path towards the nearest train station that would take him to Mistral.

"You're doing quite well, Oscar," the now familiar calm voice of Ozpin said in Oscar's head, "We should arrive within a few days at this rate."

Oscar sighed. "I suppose that's a good thing. But what about if something attacks me? I don't have anything to protect myself from a wild Grimm appearing."

"We have discussed this," Ozpin's voice chided him, "If that comes to pass, I will be able to imbue some my power into you. It will be more than enough to take out any Grimm that wishes to stand in our way."

"I hope so," Oscar muttered bitterly. Though he had reluctantly agreed to carry out the orders of Ozpin, he was still quite worried about this "power" that Ozpin spoke of and if it really would protect him.

Just as he was about to ask once more what this power did, to which Ozpin always gave a very vague response, a light shone beside the path at the tree line. Oscar turned away quickly so as not to be blinded, panicking about what would happen to him.

"Calm down," Ozpin said as calmly as ever, "You can look now. The light has faded and- "

The voice faltered, and Oscar got another pang of fear. He had never heard Ozpin's voice stop in such a way and anything that could do that was not something Oscar wanted to deal with. But he also knew that if he was going to complete this journey, he needed to find some courage. With that in mind, he took a deep breath and turned to look.

As Ozpin had said, the light had now faded completely. Under where it had shone, a woman in her late twenties lay still on the ground. Despite his fear, Oscar rushed to her side to check on her. He noticed that she was still breathing, which relieved him greatly, and then decided to figure out who she was. She was pretty woman with blue hair done in a simple hair cut with bangs on each side of her face and a red band over her forehead. She wore a yellow jacket and shirt over a black long-sleeved shirt and pants which were tucked in under orange boots.

Oscar had absolutely no idea who this person was and where she had come from, apart from the light, and didn't know what he could do with her. He did not own a scroll, a device like a phone used for many useful applications, so he could not call anybody. All he had was his backpack with basic supplies and talking voice in his head.

"Ozpin," Oscar called inside of his head, "What should I do?"

For once, there was no response. Ozpin had gotten suddenly very quiet. Oscar was beginning to get nervous and was about to ask again when Ozpin spoke. "I feel a strange energy has fallen upon our world. Something is happening."

Oscar's mouth felt as dry as a desert. "What do you mean?"

Ozpin paused before replying, "I feel the presence of something terrible out there. Something much worse than our current enemy." He paused once more and then said, "Our journey has just gotten a lot harder."

In the kingdom of Vale, the city of Vale was quiet. Craters peppered the city and entire neighborhoods had been burnt down. The streets were mostly empty except for Huntsman and workers trying to rebuild what they could. At the head of the city, Beacon Huntsman Academy stood, a shell of its former self. The courtyards were burnt, the cafeteria and gym destroyed, and the dorm rooms deserted. At the center, the main tower still stood tall but blackened and damaged. At the peak, a stone dragon was frozen in mid roar. Floating a few meters above the stone dragon, a small figure surveyed the land.

"This is definitely not Planet Namek," Lord Frieza said coldly, "if I had to guess, I seem to be on an entirely new world. Of course that light that came from the stones next to those brats was responsible for this. I would also have to guess that they were transported here as well."

He clenched his fists, fury rising. Then his eyes locked on a gathering of people thousands of feet below in the Vale City square. He raised his hand and clicked a button on the device over his ear. It made a few beeping noises and on the red screen over his eye, information popped up.

"Hmm... a population of some sort. Mostly the power levels seem to be of insignificant size," he then narrowed his eyes as more information popped up, "Oh, there seem to be a select few with higher power levels. Nothing compared to Vegeta's or any of the other brats but compared to the peasants they are slightly stronger."

Frieza pressed the button on the device once more and it shut off. He closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts. He was still absolutely livid, but he needed to figure out where he was. He knew that Vegeta and the cretins with him were probably somewhere on this world, hiding their power levels so he could not locate them with his scouter. The thought only made him angrier, but he tried once again to calm himself down.

"An almighty tyrant cannot be swayed by such things," he told himself. This was the wrong thing to say. Immediately it reminded him of his failed pursuit for immortality, the trick set up by the Namekians and the boasts of Vegeta.

He opened his eyes once more. He stared down at the city of Vale. Slowly, he raised his hand and pointed his index finger directly up. A small ball of orange energy the size of a baseball appeared several centimeters above the point of the finger. Then he smiled. A cruel, murderous smile that perfectly complimented his icy cold eyes.

"I did promise you I would refresh your memory of who I was, Vegeta," he spoke quietly, "Maybe this will remind you."

He flicked his finger downward towards Vale. As the ball of orange energy flew down, Frieza's heartless laugh cut through the silent air. The energy ball flew towards the crowd gathered in the town square. None of the people noticed it hit the ground and even if they did, there was nothing they could have done to prevent what would happen. When the energy ball came in contact with the pavement, large cracks spread throughout the square. People began running frantically as the cracks grew larger and the earth shook violently. Fire burst from the ground, burning houses and destroying the streets. At the center of it all, the orange energy ball slowly dug further into the pavement. A few seconds later, it was completely under. The entire city of Vale and Beacon Academy along with it suddenly burst into a dome of bright orange energy and fire, growing larger as it destroyed.

Up above, Frieza continued to laugh as he watched the entire area be leveled. Sparks of energy from the explosions flew by him and he put his hands out in front of as if he was warming himself by a fire.

"Wow! This is stupendous!" He cried gleefully, "What a great show!" He roared with laughter as he continued to watch his attack slaughter the thousands of innocent lives that had lived in the city below.

A few more seconds past and the blast finally began to die down until it was completely gone, leaving an enormous empty crate where both the city of Vale and Beacon Academy had once stood. Frieza floated down to the ground and stood in the middle of the crater, a grin of pure evil on his face. As he stood upon one of the oldest and greatest cities of Remnant, he spoke out loud.

"If any of you brats are out there right now, hoping that you had escaped my wrath, you are sorely mistaken. I will hunt you down and murder every single one of you."

As he finished, he once more broke into evil laughter and flew off, leaving the city of Vale and Beacon behind. At that moment, all around Remnant the victims of his wrath stirred and suddenly awoke.

Little time has passed and already the tyrannical Lord Frieza has made his mark on the new world of Remnant. Our heroes have landed all over Remnant and are now in the care of strangers. Will they be able to get along and take on the threats that endanger the lives of many on Remnant? The stage is set for meetings of a lifetime on the next episode of Dragon Ball R!