Chapter 24: Remnant's NewestInhabitants!

Focus is something that's extremely inconsistent for you. Focus on becoming stronger? Rock solid. Focus on protecting your friends? Unshakable. Focus on the schooling you've wanted for years? About as sturdy as wet paper. Fortunately, or unfortunately in the perspective of anyone else, there is one instance in school where you're actually extremely interested, aside from staring at the clock or the sparring sessions. You're in herbology... again. But, like last year, this is a class you're both well informed about and actually interested in.

Your assignment at the moment, which you're completely engrossed in, is creating an acceptable ointment from a set of provided plants. This is the one time that the students around you, who've gotten accustomed to your unique personality, are actually surprised at how laser focused and efficient you are. Team TREE, who seems to sit around you most of the time, are some of those baffled folks.

While some of the students are struggling to properly mix, or too nervous since their resources are finite and a mistake will be permanent, you haven't a care in the world. Easily breaking down the leaves, squeezing out juices for a base, everything being mixed in your own hand. It's surprising to your friends, TREE, that you're not checking the notes every few seconds.

"Hey," the female member of TREE speaks up, leaning forward to whisper past two of her teammates. "Where'd you learn to do all that? You're amazing."

"Huh?" You finally break focus and meet Eminence's gaze, still managing to do with work without looking. "Oh, I... well, I lived down in the forest of... oh, I remember... Samus? No... Sollytits?" That one makes the few people around you chuckle. "Anigma! That's the continent."

"No, it isn't," Topaz shoots you down without losing focus on his work.

"Aw, I thought I was getting it."

"It's close. You've got spirit," Ecru leans past her sister and gives you a reassuring thumb up.

"Why're you encouraging him?" Topaz shakes his head, still committing to the assignment.

"Why do you always put him down?" Rebar nudges his friend with his lanky arm. "He's our teacher. Oh, hey," Rebar switches his focus to you. "Are you doing Ki training tonight?"

"Oh, yeah!" You say with contagious enthusiasm. "It'll be fun to help out others again. Have you been keeping up on-"

"(Y/N)?" The mechanically distorted voice of Professor Peach echoes through the intercom. "If you're being so loud, I assume you're done?"

"Oh," you sit at attention, unsure where to look when speaking. "I am, professor. It was super easy," you quickly return to a relaxed manner.

"Come place it on the scanner. It's on my desk."

Without thought, you scrape the ointment into the wooden mortar that was provided for everyone. When done, you fly out of your chair and towards the front of the class, nonchalantly wiping off the remnants of the ointment onto your pants. You gently land beside the rather barren desk, only a speaker, an inactive tablet, and the scanner she spoke of. You place the mortar on the scanner and watch as it lights up, making all sorts of noise and achieving its job... somehow. You're not very technically inclined.

"Interesting. It's not mixed together how I asked, but it's still extremely potent. Good job, (Y/N). You've done this before."

"Yep," you nod, instinctively looking for someone to have eye contact with, but it ends up being you aimlessly glancing around the room. "All the time. I know everything about the plants around here."

"Indeed?" Her cheery voice almost becomes competitive, something other students catch but you, being you, don't. "Well, how about we see? A little fun quiz that everyone can take part in!"

The class moans in disappointment, all of them not even finished the current assignment. You hop back, slowly flying yourself back to the desk and sitting on it. You have a big smile on your face, contagious to those who've given you their focus. The lights dim and the projector flashes a picture on the screen. It has red petals with a blue center, along with a green stem that's filled with white dots.

"What's this flower?"

"Oh, I know that one!" You immediately point to it. "I remember the name cause it got yelled at me a lot. It's the... Terratorn," you cautiously say, clearly unsure of yourself. "Right?"

"Ding! That's right!" The teacher cheerfully announces. "Do you know what it does?"

"Hehe, yep!" You say with a laugh, now spinning yourself up and down with your legs crossed. "I remember once I was suuuuper hungry and just ripped it out to eat."

"What?" A student calls out. "But that can kill you!"

"That's what I was told," you turn to face the student, upside down. "A lot... a lot..." The horrid memory of Lucent and Crystals incessant lecturing for months, and teasing years later. "But I was fine!" You casually say. "I was just kinda... stuck for a while."

"If you didn't know, students, there's a hypothesis that the carefully extracted juice from the Terratorn flower can be coated on a weapon and used to cut through Aura," her voice returns to a matter-of-fact, teacher tone. "Now, how about this one?"

The picture flickers to a rather flat plant, keeping itself close to the ground with plenty of leaves for photosynthesis. It's an all green flora, save for a single yellow patch on the tip of the stem.

"Oh, oh!" You point at it... still defying gravity on a whim. "I know that one! It definitely helps with wounds! I don't know what it's called, though. But I've used that a LOT! It's so slimy and fun to play with."

"Hey, (Y/N)," Ecru calls your attention, holding the small plastic case that was given to all students. He's pointing at one of the labels, reading "Yertta."

"Y... Yertta? YERTTA!" You confidently declare.

"You're right, (Y/N)! The Yertta flower is known for its rather soothing properties when applied to wounds. It's very healthy for our bodies, too. NEXT ONE! Oh, this is so fun!"

The screen flickers to a completely white flower with merely shades of its original colour giving it variety. You stare completely deadpanned at the image, clearly expressing you have no idea what you're looking at.

"I don't know what that is. A white flower?" You fly in a little closer, flipping to the right side up, and examine it further. "I've never seen something like this around here."

"It's an Atlesian Angel!" One of the girls in the back calls out. "It's soothing in tea!"

"Correct, Saph," Peach calls out. "You've been to Atlas before, (Y/N). Did you not see one?"

"I was in a cell most of the time," you casually say. "Whoa... I wonder how many flowers there are that I haven't seen. Come on, Peach, gimme another one!" You eagerly rub your hands together.

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With the class being reduced to a game of "Guess the Flower," it went by really quickly for you. In no time you're packed up and out the door, sprinting down the hallway. There's plenty of loitering students, all having their own conversations. Everyone gets an extra day off, so this weekend has been desired by all for weeks. Of course, not by you. You have no idea what holidays are in general. You always rested every so often, as it was part of the Turtle School way. Plus, you just went on a trip to space, which you assume is the same as a holiday. Either way, you're definitely out of the student loop. Not that you were one to be in the know. You rely on RWBY for that.

You approach the final turn, shifting your body and sliding across the floor on your right let, ready to sprint forward, when...

"Hey there," Yang greets, leaning against the wall you just passed.

"Oh, hey Ya... Yaaaaaaaaaaaa-" Without adjusting your balance, you completely fall to your left, hitting the ground hard. Even still, you're unphased while looking up at the bombshell. "What're you doing there?"

Yang shakes her head, not even surprised you'd find this situation suitable for casual conversation. "I was handing in a project and I sensed you coming," she steps forward and offers a supportive hand. "So, I thought I'd catch you. We haven't talked much since we got back."

"Oh, yeah," you get back on your feet, chuckling. "I've had a lot of homework..."

"Have you done it all?"

"Nope," you shake your head. "It's all confusing to me. But I have been at my old village a lot too."

"I know," Yang leans on her hip and crosses her arms. "I've been keeping tabs on you."

"Really?" You tilt your head to the side. "Well, thanks!" You end with a cheery smile and thumbs up.

Yang rolls her eyes in amusement. "Come on, (Y/N)," she waves you to follow while starting her path to the door. You quickly catch up, attentive to her speech. "I did have another reason for stopping you. It's a long weekend, so me and Ruby invited our team and JNPR to our house. It's a big sleepover."

"Sleepover? I remember Crystal used to say that when I slept at their place. So you're getting together just to sleep?"

"What, no?" Yang is flabbergasted that you'd believe they'd do something so boring. Yang pushes the door open, assuring she uses enough force to let you follow without trouble. "We're going to have fun at Patch, tell stories, play games, eat food, and have fun together."

"But we always have fun and eat food."

Yang sighs, stopping in place while shaking her head. "Yes, we do. But we're doing it somewhere else. Do you want to join us?"

"Of course!" You put your hands on your hips, confident in your answer. "As long as you don't mind if I disappear once in a while. Piccolo is finally training me and I don't want to miss out on any of it."

"Training? What do you have to train for? You beat a galactic ruler!"

"Well..." Your eyes shift to the sky, a certain wave of calm crashing down on you. "I don't know. It's fun. Besides, I couldn't beat Frieza by myself... I wasn't anywhere strong enough, so," you look back at her, surprisingly tranquil despite the more determined nature of your words. "I have a long way to go."

Yang can't help but adopt your happiness, even if you're still a complete dolt. "As long as you're happy. So, I'm marking you down as a yes. You better show up, or we'll come drag you there."

"I will!" You nod, feet rising off the ground. "Anyway, I have to go see Piccolo. I'll see you later, Yang!" You wave, ready to burst forward when someone calls to you.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" A familiar boy waves at you. You don't remember his name, but you certainly recall him from your Ki club. "I can't believe I caught you," he stops nearby Yang, breathing a little heavily from his sprint over here.

"Oh, heeey... uh... what's up?" You quickly ask, covering up your blank on his name.

"Oh, right," he recollects himself, standing and speaking like regular. "I was talking to some of my friends and we were wondering if you'll still be doing the club tonight? We weren't sure if you'd go off somewhere."

"Oh, for sure!" You clench your fist in front of you. "I'll definitely do it. I think someone else asked me that too... did they?" You scratch your cheek. "Oh well," you brush it off with a shrug. "If you see anyone who wants to join, let them know it's still on!"

"Alright, good to know!" He immediately goes for his scroll and starts typing. "Thanks! I'll leave you and, oh!" He's shocked when finally recognizing Yang. "Yang... wow... I've seen you... but not up close."

Yang raises a brow and leans forward. "What's that supposed to mean, huh?"

"Oh, I, uh, well, you're so famous and, you know, I just-"

"She's famous? For being super strong? Or maybe those cool red eyes. I like her purple eyes, though," you land on the ground, getting a good view of her pearls, which are focused on you at the moment. "They're really nice to look at."

"Oh..." Yang's caught off guard by the compliment. "Well," she quickly gets her composure back, closing her eyes and confidently smiling. "You can stare anytime."

"But your eyes are closed," you point out.

"That's not..." Yang just pauses and sighs. "You missed the point."

"Well, my bad," you chuckle. "I'll see you both later. I really have to go!" You wave and burst off into the air, leaving a flaring trail of white ki in your midst.

"Whoa... he's so amazing."

Yang watches you with a warm smile, as if nobody can see her. As if it was just you two. "You don't know the half of it."

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You twirl through the air, a wide smile on your face as you enjoy the cool breeze blowing against your rapidly moving body. It's the feeling of complete freedom and peace. Despite what you told Yang about your training, you can't help but feel a certain level of satisfaction from your actions. You managed to beat a guy who was beyond your imagination in power, and saved an entire planet of people to boot. So much has been thrown at you, but it's all been so fulfilling. Meeting Saiyans, learning more about them, defeating Frieza, avenging your race... if you had told someone random, or had someone write it in a book, most would believe it's a crazy fantasy. But for you... it's just the way life goes.

Speaking of, you look down and notice a massive forest that you used to use for speed and reaction training. A wide smile grows on your face before you swoop down, increasing speed every second. You push yourself to near max speed, entering the forest and zipping through it like the wind itself. At this speed, all the small creatures believe they're being invaded by hundreds of men. You go around and around, keeping your speed at max while weaving through. To add a little spice, you start throwing up small yellow ki blast into the air, creating a rain cloud of lethal ki. Each of them start to fall at different speeds, threatening to turn the forest into a crater. You stop in the middle, take a long, deep breath to center yourself, and disappear. As each yellow ball drops into the treeline, you appear and chop it right in half, nullifying it. Your eyes are moving a mile a minute, locking onto every threat that penetrates your forest.

"Hiyayayayayayayayaya," you shout while speeding to each and every blast, rendering them useless. Punches, kicks, whatever it takes, you make sure not a single of your creations continues their existence.

You spot the last one plummeting down, not even hitting the treeline yet. You circle around and burst forth from the leaves, mid spin, and kick the ki right back to the air. The small collection of ki spirals away until it finally explodes high in the sky. A fitting little show for your warm up. You put your hands on your hips, staring up at the bright blue sky and smile.

That was pretty fun. But I should get to... huh?

You hear some screaming and vrooming a short distance away, followed by hungry snarls. A couple, man and woman, are frantically driving down the dirt road with a pack of Beowolves on their tail. The woman is holding a standard pistol, but isn't hitting any worthy shots. The guy is doing his best to keep his cool under pressure, but this is clearly out of his depth. You roll your shoulders and disappear.

The man, constantly looking over his shoulder to see how close their demise is, barely even notices as you appear in front of the car, leg already pulled back. You zip right by the man's head, flipping his abnormally long hair even more. Your leg connects with the closest Beowolf, acting like a blade to cut right through the beast's torso. You spin around and let your natural momentum fill your elbow with power as it slams right into the snout of the second Beowolf. That one is knocked over a mile back, instantly indicating that it's immune to blunt attacks. You charge a little bit of Ki in your finger and shoot a very thin beam of Ki that, on contact, explodes.

"Oh yeah, I can use Krillin's thing," you said to yourself, looking up and tossing a small ball of Ki into the air. It swiftly breaks off into four beams that plummet down upon the Grimm and turns them to ash. You smile at your work, then turn around to spot the still fleeing couple. You seemingly disappear from the spectating girl's view and appear beside the car, casually keeping pace with the vehicle's max speed on foot.

"You two okay?"

"OH GOD!" The man swerves the car away, knocking his poor unsuspecting friend out of the car. Without hesitation, you catch the girl before she can hit the ground. She grips onto your skin for dear life, curling up and panting from pure adrenaline and fear.

"Hey," you calmly say, gently shaking her to snap back to reality. "It's okay. You're safe."

"I am?"

"Yeah, you are. Unless I don't know something. I don't know a lot of things."

Your silly rambling manages to ground the girl, slightly relieving the mini panic attack she's going through.

The car comes back around, stopping nearby so the boy can hop out.

"Carol, are you okay?" He shouts, coming to a stop right in front of you and putting a hand on her arm. "I'm so sorry... I just..."

You put her down, assuring she's able to stand on two feet. She immediately dashes into her friend, pulling him into a deep hug. She doesn't say a word, just cries and holds on tight. Hs smiles, both seeing this as a little touching and simply glad she's okay.

He looks over to you with a warm face. "Thank you, guy. Really, I don't know if we'd have made it."

"Hey, don't worry about it! I'm a certified student of Beacon and I gotta do what I can!" You say with a tall thumbs up.

"Heh... you're a positive dude, huh? Strong too."

"Mhm! Do you need a ride?"

"You can do that?"

"Carry you all in the car? Sure thing!"

"Heh... well, thank you but I think we need a relaxing drive."

"Flying is pretty relaxing."

"For you, sure, but not us. Thank you for everything, though. Come on, Carol, we're going back to Vale."

"Mmm... mhm," her slight whimpers are all she responds with.

You watch as they get situated in the car and, with one last wave, they drive off.

"Glad they're okay. Let's get to Piccolo," you launch from the spot and towards his lookout. "Maybe I'll stop by the Namekians while I'm there. Definitely Piccolo first though... but he's a Namekian so, you know, it's still the same thing, right? What did Blake call that... mental... mental gymyism? I don't remember."

You happily twirl through the air, leisurely flying through the air with nowhere near your max speed.

"You don't seem very eager for training," Piccolo's harsh, deep voice speaks behind you.

"GAH!" You turn around, spinning around a few times before halting.

Piccolo, arms crossed and mood following.

"Oh, I, uh, you know, was just enjoying the fresh air."

"Do not take my offer of training for granted. I may be personally indebted to you for saving my home planet, but that does not mean I have to provide any of what I offered if you do not take me seriously."

"I am taking you seriously!" You wave your hands frantically. "I've even been practicing that one technique you showed me."

"Can you do it yet?"

"It's only been a few days!"

"And?"

You let your face drop... then smirk. "Kind of. But it's not totally ready yet!"

"You'll show me your progress later. For now, you must get stronger to access the final gift I have for you. Now," Piccolo uncrosses his arms and gets in a very casual battle-ready stance. "Show me how much stronger you are."

You smirk, brushing your nose with your thumb before charging in with a massive influx of Ki. You throw a punch that Piccolo weaves past. He's immediately impressed at your increase of speed, even if you're still just warming up. But even more impressive is your drastic increase in power within such a short time. He's curious how strong you could become if challenged properly. Perhaps even the other Saiyans...

You spin around and kick, which Piccolo descends to avoid, but you keep spinning, charging blue energy in your hand to thrust at him and fire, engulfing the guardian. Piccolo is pushed back a bit, arms in an X to defend himself. He flicks his arms up, redirecting the entire blast into the air. With that gone, he immediately bursts forward and connects a devastating punch that both catches you off guard and sends you spiralling towards the direction of the lookout. Breaking through the white fluffy clouds that dot the sky, you eventually manage to stop in the middle of these floating marshmallows. You rub your cheek, a little disappointed that you let yourself be hit so easily.

But you have no time to scold yourself; you can sense Piccolo rapidly approaching. With a quick pivot, you dodge one of Piccolo's fists and go for a counter attack punch in the gut. As your fist seemingly connects, the Namekian teleports right behind you and drives his elbow into your back, forcing you to spiral towards the ground.

Piccolo relaxes, waiting for you to recover. After a short time of thinking on how to properly train you, he's come up with a way to perfectly exploit your Saiyan genes. Like how you utilized the aspect of a great power boost after near death, Piccolo is going to exploit your capability of growing stronger against a more powerful opponent. He's keeping a note on how much of your power you're using, and making sure he's always keeping his power well above yours. Not enough that he'd put you down in one attack, but sufficient for you to keep struggling and pushing forward. It just turns out that beating you down over and over is what'll get you there. Piccolo has no problem with that.

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Deep in the snowy mountains at the north of the planet, near the great Atlesian military, is where the Saiyans have chosen to make their temporary home. A home by their standards is a secluded cave in the cliffside, hosting a small plateau to walk around. They have a fire inside the cave which is surrounded by dinosaur bones, most have been picked clean.

Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, is staring off the cliffside into the blizzard. He doesn't need to see to know that Kakarot, Turles, and Raditz are training a short distance away. Between the fact he can sense their massive Ki and the shockwaves the warriors are causing, it's quite clear something is going on. His arms are crossed, brow furrowed, and about as brooding as Nappa would expect of him. The hulking Saiyan wipes his mouth, tossing away the bone that once hosted a few pounds of meat.

"Not joining them?" Nappa asks, still sitting.

"Why would I waste my time?"

Nappa lets out a laugh. "Act like that and we'll leave you behind."

"What did you say?" Vegeta barks, turning his waist to eye his subordinate. "To insinuate that those clowns could ever reach my level-"

"Don't act all high and mighty anymore, Vegeta," Nappa stands up and approaches. "You were stronger than all of us, that's true, but after Namek that gap isn't too large. The four of us together could overthrow you," he ends with a smirk.

"Don't you dare try to threaten me, Nappa," Vegeta turns his entire body around, clenching his fist before him, "I will turn you to dust without remorse."

Nappa can feel the pressure exerting from Vegeta. Even if the prince has always been cruel, that's the way of the Saiyans. Nappa respects that. But things are shifting for the Saiyans. They're stuck on this planet, free from Frieza's rule, and with no direction. They all need something to drive them now, aside from endlessly becoming stronger.

"Get out of my sight, Nappa. Go waste your time training with those weaklings."

"Hmph," Nappa grunts. "While you stand there, doing nothing, Kail grows even stronger. You can sense that too, can't you?"

Vegeta has nothing to respond with, so Nappa leaves it alone. He respects his prince, respects his power, but now there's a Saiyan whose strength is beyond imagination and Vegeta wants to ignore it. Turles has brought you up in conversation a few times now. Your different life, your different perspective. True, Nappa would've delighted in beating you to paste before, but it's a different time now. You're intriguing to the Saiyan veteran. Whether the others admit to it or not, you're intriguing to them too. Even with all of Vegeta's brooding and pride, Nappa's certain that he'll come around to interacting with you. There's no way the prince will accept being the second fiddle of the Saiyan race.

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On the lookout, you lay flat on your back, completely exhausted. Your clothes are dirtied, scratched up a bit, but it's not an uncommon occurrence. It's actually more surprising that you only got a few scratches and bruises while training under Piccolo's near criminal three-hour training session. At least he let you have a drink of water once an hour. It was still a lot of fun, though. You know Piccolo is holding back for your sake, but having a stronger opponent only pushes you to surpass whatever roadblock Piccolo puts in front of you.

"You performed adequately, Saiyan."

"I... did what?" You puzzlingly ask.

Piccolo sighs. "You did well. You're already leaps ahead of when we started."

"Well... that's good to know... but when does my body... come back?"

"Hmph," Piccolo relaxes his body, turns towards you, and tosses a senzu bean on your chest. "When you eat that."

"Aaaah... senzu... bean..." Your arm, slow and shaky, lifts off the ground and goes for the bean. It takes an excruciatingly long time for your arm to reach the glorious healing bean. Finally, your hand splats on the green bean, fingers dragging along your undershirt as the senzu is snatched. You lift your head up and toss the beautiful healer towards your mouth. Instead, it bops off your nose, lands on your cheekbone, and falls beside your face. "Life isn't fair."

"Indeed," Piccolo's irritated voice leaks out.

You furrow your brow, focusing on the bean and lift it up with your own sort of telekinesis. It's Ki based, unlike what you've seen Professor Goodwitch do. You hover the bean over your mouth and let it drop, finally consuming the lovely bean and restoring your power to max. You spring up, flipping around in a ball a few times before touching the ground.

"Alright! I'm ready to go!"

"Good. We're going to continue our training with the Instant Transmission," Piccolo states.

"Oh, yeah! You used it a few times when we were training, right? Guess I was actually going to hit you," you say with a wide, proud grin.

"No, I was hoping you would do the same. Utilizing it in battle and transportation are two different skills."

"Like... actually?"

"I... no, I," Piccolo sighs, recollecting himself. "Just use it. The Namekians below the Lookout, lock onto them and try," Piccolo places two fingers on his forehead, keeping an eye on you.

"I'll try. I haven't been able to do it right, though."

"Remember, when locking onto a target's Ki you have to transmit your own to their location. It's reliant on your ability to focus on your target's signature the entire time."

"I remember," you close your eyes, easily getting a lock on the nearby group's Ki. "It's just... the application..."

Even if you're focused on that Ki, transferring your entire body there isn't so easy. Being able to dematerialize yourself and appear somewhere else is something completely out of your field. But so was Kaioken, so was the Spirit Bomb, and you managed to master those. But that was over the course of a year. It's barely been a week of training with the Instant Transmission, and the best you can do is make your body flicker a bit with no actual teleportation. It doesn't surprise Piccolo that you're still unable to do it. He lowers his hand and starts to walk backwards.

"Forget the others. Focus on me. Teleport to me."

"Oh, uh... sure..." You take a deep breath and shift your focus to Piccolo, easily locking onto his powerful, nearby signature. However, even with the target being so close, it's still too difficult to teleport across the lookout. Your calm concentration becomes strained, easily notable by Piccolo.

"Stop!"

Your focus wavers as you look to your trainer. "What?"

"Take a moment to relax. We'll try again when you've collected yourself."

"Oh... sure... sorry. It's just a strange technique."

"It was an interesting technique to learn. The Yardrats have many unique techniques."

"Yardrats?" You tilt your head.

"The species I learned this technique from. I spent many years wandering the galaxy before becoming the Guardian of Remnant. I learned many techniques from a variety of species. Though, your Kaioken and Spirit Bomb were ones I'm unfamiliar with. I'm sure there are a vast amount of legendary warriors in the Otherworld that know techniques lost to the universe."

"Huh... you know," you start smiling. "This is the most you've ever said to me, Piccolo."

Despite speaking about his genuine thoughts, this is what you retort with. It's absolutely simple and has no nuisance at all... even if it is accurate. He won't deny that beating you down for a few hours did lighten his mood a little. But you're certainly a lot more tolerable than the other Saiyans, and your battle on Namek deserves a lot of respect. You're no longer Ozpin's little project, you're a legitimate warrior who's proven himself in the universe. If only...

Piccolo, momentarily lost in thought, brings himself back to the world to see you lying on the ground, eyes closed, fingers to your forehead. He smirks, soon crossing his arms and watching your progress. You still have a long way to go, but Piccolo will assure you get there as quickly as possible.

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Even with another two hours of practise, you're still unable to teleport yourself even across the Lookout. Where one person might get demoralized, you just find it to be a great challenge and reason to push forward.

"I'll get it next time, definitely!" You say with a determined grin, standing in front of the structure that acts as Piccolo's home on the Lookout.

"Doubtful, but we'll see," Piccolo shakes his head. "We'll continue our training tomorrow."

"Alrighty!" You turn away to the bright open sky, which is starting to be painted orange. "The sun's going down..." You note, taking a few steps that soon turn into a jog. "I said I was going to visit Crystal today. But I still have that training to do..." You shift to a full sprint, soon jumping forward, past the edge of the lookout and start falling. "AND I was invited to that sleepover!" You spin around a few times, rapidly coming closer and closer to the forest. "Maybe I can bring Crystal along with the others. I wonder if Lucent would let her..."

You soon swoop up, passing over the treeline and treading over the small camp that the Namekians have made. Even with the Grimm as a threat, Nail is more than enough to keep his people safe, not even taking into consideration Piccolo's watchful eye. You made sure to tell them exactly how to deal with the Grimm: Beat'em, blast'em drown'em, or throw'em into space. It's rare for a Grimm to be immune to the first three, but if they do run into that then space is a guaranteed victory.

As you pass over the camp, some of the young Namekians, including Dende, spot you leisurely passing by. The young ones enthusiastically wave, and the elders follow their children's example, if a little more respectful. You want to stop and talk with them some more, but you have a lot planned for the rest of the night. You're just glad they're settling in well. From what you understand, the Namekians can use their Dragon Balls to transport themselves back to Namek, but since Frieza and his force went silent on the planet, Piccolo and Ozpin predicted his family would investigate. It was unanimously decided that remaining on Remnant until Namek is certainly safe is the best course of action for the peaceful race.

You wave back at the Namekians with a wide smile, assuring them your friendliness. It's unnecessary, as they already consider you a hero and savior of their people, but it's just in your nature to keep up the positivity.

You quickly burst away, towards Crystal's village. As you travel, you think about what you know. People investigating Frieza's disappearance... you remember what Turles said, about the tyrant's brother and father, and how they're just as strong or stronger than Frieza was. That alone is so mind boggling to you. The fact that someone as strong as Frieza exists was insane enough, but to consider that there are two others that could measure up... it's both scary and exciting to think about.

But you're about to reach Crystal, so you shouldn't get too excited. At least not in that way. You're excited you get to hang out with her again. Yang wasn't wrong when saying you've been spending a lot of time with Crystal since returning from Namek. How couldn't you? She, and everyone else in the village, died because you transformed into a monster and killed them all. You've gone to the otherworld and another planet since you've last seen them, and you want to make up for all that time... especially because their memories aren't correct. Part of the wish, as you were told, as all of the members of the village, whether they died or survived, have had their memories altered to account for the time lost. As part of that, they all believe that you've simply been absent in school the entire time up to the point where you, RWBY, and the Saiyans arrived.

This has a side effect of Lucent and Crystal criticizing you for still only being a first year despite spending two years at the school, but you can put up with that if it means they're alive and safe. You wouldn't have let it bother you even if all the unfortunate events never took place.

And so, you come into range of the village, assuring to hover right over it before letting gravity pull you back to the ground. The loose tie of your belt flutters upward, almost trying to reach for your equally waving hair. In seconds, you hit the height of the buildings, slowing yourself down so you don't make a big mess of the landscape.

"Dropping in, (Y/N)?" One of the women asks. You recognize her as the wife of the jeweler, but she never really worked on the stall. He always liked selling the products himself. But now she's the one at the front stall of Lucent's store.

"Yep," you turn around and smile. "So... why're you there? Where's Lucent?"

"He's out for a bit. Hunting or something. I wasn't too excited to do this since now I smell like meat. Not exactly what I imagined experiencing as a little girl, but he said he'd give us a nice dinner. I guess what he's getting won't be sold. You're gonna eat it all, huh?"

"Nope," you shake your head. "I'm looking for Crystal. Is she here?"

"Yes, actually," the woman looks over her shoulder. "Hey, Crystal! (Y/N) is here!"

"Comiiiiing!" Her angelic voice seeps out of the building.

It takes no more than fifteen seconds for Crystal to come out, brushing herself off. "Hey, (Y/N)!"

"Sorry I'm late," you immediately apologize. "I got caught up in training."

"It's okay, I knew you'd make it. So, do you want to explore? Or are you hungry?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me!"

"Come out with you?" She raises her brow.

"Like a date?" The woman says with a teasing voice.

"Uh... crap, I forgot what those were," you say, smacking your head to try and recall the word. "Well, apparently we have a long weekend, so I was invited to my friend's house. It's their team, another team, and me. You should come along too!"

"Really?" Crystal is honestly confused that you'd bring her along to a school related event. You've never done that before. "W-Well, of course! It's... a..."

"Sleepover! That's what they called it."

"For the weekend?"

"Yep!"

"That sounds lovely! You should totally go, Crystal. When was the last time you were out of the village?" The looming lady chips in.

"You're right," she replies with a smile. "And if you want me there, I'd love to go. Will some of your friends who showed up earlier be there?"

"The girls, yeah! You'll get to meet all my friends! I'm sure you'll all get along great!"

"Okay... um, so, are we going now?"

"I... uh..." The uncertainty instantly sets in. "I don't know. I'll go ask!"

"And I'll start packing. Would you mind letting my dad know if I'm gone before he's home?"

"Of course, dear!"

You instantly take off, barely making it out of the village before Crystal is screaming at you. "(Y/N)!"

You stop and turn around. "Yeah?"

"Why not just text them with your scroll?"

"My... scroll- oh yeah!" You pull the scroll out of your sash while landing back on the ground. You browse through the little piece of technology, trying to find Yang's contact. "You know, it'd probably be faster if I flew there," you finally start to type in a message.

"Sure, but now we get to hang out a little longer. Come on, we can hang out in my room until we're ready."

Crystal leads the way while you follow along, trying to type out a proper message.

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You lay on Crystal's bed, snoring away while Crystal packs up the last of her belongings. Most of it is clothing with some bathroom necessities, but it's quite a bit. She sadly didn't have you as a reference for what she'd be doing there, such as swimming, so she's prepared for it all. She's become more excited the more she's thought of it, mostly because she gets to really meet your friends. You are her best friend, she cares about you immensely, so meeting and learning about the people you've adapted into your life is important to her. She would assume you feel the same way, whether you're conscious of it or not.

She zips up the suitcase she's stealing from her father and sets it by the door. You're still sleeping, as you have been for a few hours. But you're nearing the time that Yang asked you to drop by. Crystal leaves her room and looks in the main room, her father still absent. This isn't totally uncommon, but she can't help but worry. It's her dad, her only family. It's only natural for the young girl to be concerned.

Crystal sighs, her isolated face downcast without her father. But she shouldn't put such a weight on her heart before this little adventure. She turns around, grabbing her scroll and typing up a message for her father. She doesn't want to make her father worry when he comes home. As she types, she goes beside you and taps your head.

"Wake up, (Y/N). It's time to go."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," you roll onto your stomach, getting comfortable again.

Crystal turns around, hops, and lands on your back. "Come on," she says, putting her scroll away now that her message has been delivered. "Come oooooooooon," she wiggles in place, grinding on your back.

"I... I HAVE TO GET TO CLASS!" You shout, shooting right up and knocking Crystal over onto the floor. "Oh, Crystal!" You jump off the bed and help her back to her feet.

"I should've known better," she laughs off. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, sure!" You nod. "I'll have to leave after I drop you off," you say whilst turning around, approaching and opening the window.

"Why?" She collects her belongings and follows you to the window.

You wrap a hand around her waist and hover out of the window, then ascend into the sky. You adjust, making sure Crystal can get comfortable on your back.

"I teach some of the others how to, you know, fly and stuff," you explain while starting your course to the Xiao Long household.

"You've never taught me!"

"You've never asked! I don't think I'm very good at it, though. I disappear a lot."

"You are really fast. I mean, look at how much ground we're passing," she tightens her legs' grip on you while leaning to the side, watching the swiftly passing terrain.

"I'm not going that fast," you innocently state. "If you hold on really tight, we can go faster."

"Oh... um..." Crystal leans against you, wrapping both arms around you so the suitcase dangles below. "Okay... should I hold on really tight?"

"Pretty tight, yeah. Give me this," you gently take her luggage into your own hands. "Alrighty!" Ensuring your small Ki barrier is sufficient to keep Crystal safe, you blast off at speeds that Crystal can't even comprehend. Within seconds, you reach your destination.

"I... aah... did we enter another dimension or something?" Her vision is almost blurry, flashing – brain not comprehending exactly what just happened.

"Uh... no," you shake your head, slowly descending to the sisters' house. "We just flew."

"Were you always that fast?"

"Huh? No, I've gotten really strong and fast recently," you land on the ground, letting Crystal get her bearings after entering the twilight zone. "Are you ready?"

"Not really... I could use a minute."

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Yang's familiar voice calls out.

You and Crystal look at the door where Yang is waving. "We were wondering when you'd show up."

"I'm on time!" You confidently shout back. "We're on time, right?" You whisper to your friend.

"We are."

"Awesome!"

You and Crystal approach the house, but you stop a few feet back. "Well, I have to go do something. I'll be back, though. You'll take care of Crystal, right?"

"Of course. We can do some girl talk; kick Ren and Jaune out."

"It's wonderful to formally meet you," Crystal bows. "I've heard so much about you."

"You have?" Yang raises a brow.

Not really paying attention to their conversation, you take off into the sky and make a b-line towards Beacon. With your speed, it takes absolutely no time to reach the moonlit school grounds. There's already a few students there, practicing the basic Ki exercises you've taught them. Team TREE is even there, which is always nice to see. They're really good friends of yours. This is actually the first time you've seen them out of uniform, but you don't think they're in anything fancy. All of them are in baggy pajama pants, each being in a different colour – Topaz in his name's colour, Ecru in his signature sandy colour, matching his hair and eyes, Ruber in magenta pants that resemble his hair, and Eminence in violet.

You land, taking a quick breath and putting on a smile. "Did any of you sense me coming?"

"No," the voices blend together.

"Oh... well, crud," you cross your arms, perplexed. "Well, we're gonna have a good lesson. I've gotten a whole ton stronger, so I think I can help you guys out."

"How does your strength help us?" Topaz immediately questions, quick to point out any flaws in what you do like the true friend he is.

"Well... uh..." You scratch your chin. "I really know my own strength, so it'll help you guys! Cause I know and then you'll know!"

"No, no, I follow the logic," Eminence confidently nods. "I don't think you give him enough credit."

Topaz slowly turns toward her, face totally done with the sass she's doling out. The girl giggles, content with her fooling.

"So, I want to see what all of you have learned or mastered since last time. Can you all make a basic Ki ball?"

Everyone nods or replies with weak "Yes," Yep," and "Uh huh." To your pleasant surprise, each of the near dozen students before you generate balls of Ki, each varying in colour. Most are yellow, but there are some blues, greens, and even a red. You take a sense of pride seeing the progress that all these people have made thanks to your teaching.

Maybe this is what Master Roshi feels like... seeing how far his students come. Wonder what he'd think of me now?

"Alrighty, we'll have to branch out from this. What do you guys want to learn next?" You enthusiastically start numbering each option off with your fingers. "Flying? Enhancing your body? Shooting some massive blasts? Sensing people? Uh... maybe powering up your Semblances?"

"We can do all that?" Someone pipes up.

"Of course! You can do a lot of stuff. I know my friend can read minds, I can levitate stuff... uh..."

"What's going on here?" A hardy voice asks from above.

Everyone looks up, seeing the great Nappa, arms crossed, looking down on you and your fellow students. His massive bulk, sharp eyes, and intimidating stature strikes fear in the humans and Faunus. Nappa can't help but take pride in that fact. It reminds him of the conquering days, arriving on pathetic planets and ravaging their useless fighters.

"Oh, hey Nappa!" You cheerily wave at him while he lands beside you. "I wasn't paying attention. I've gotten so used to all your signatures being around."

"Well, I wanted to see what you waste your time on... seems to be these fools," he focuses on the meek students.

"H-Hey!"

"Shh," Ruber finally speaks up, having been content in watching. "He looks like one of the Saiyans. Like the one who attacked Beacon last year."

"Wait, really?" The girl replies, a little more fearful. "My sister was there..."

"Ah, don't worry about him," you wave off, trying to quell their worry. "Nappa won't hurt anyone."

"I can if I want to," he quickly bites back, assuring he's not being commanded to do anything by you. "But that's not why I'm here."

"Oh!" You clap your hands. "Are you here to train with them?"

"What?" Nappa laughs. "You're insulting me, Kail. Is that what all this is?" He opens his arms like he's presenting. "Training?"

"They want to learn about Ki, so I was teaching them?"

"You're teaching them? No, no, you're not up for that."

"This guy's talking sense," Topaz whispers to Ecru.

"That's mean," his teammate quietly replies.

"But not wrong."

"Get out of here, kid," Nappa surprises you with an extremely powerful punch, sending you flying away from Beacon, your scream quickly fading out.

The students are left in shock, but that's swiftly washed over with fear. "Now," Nappa cracks his knuckles. "You're about to learn from a real warrior."

"B-But we agreed to train with (Y/N). We don't know who you really are..."

"I have more combat experience than that boy has lived. Now no more questions!" Nappa's voice booms over the small students. "I want to see what he's taught you!"

The group collectively creates the Ki balls in their hands, just as they did before. Nappa keeps watching, expecting something more. It isn't until there's a short period of silence, each group staring at each other.

"That's it?" Nappa asks, hoping he's wrong.

"Yeah."

"About so."

"More or less."

"Barely."

"That's pathetic!" Nappa roars. "Right now, I want you to throw those puny blasts at me."

"We're not sure ho-"

Nappa raises two fingers, making the ground below the students glow. "You're going to throw those at me or I'm going to blow you all to smithereens."

Panicking, all the students throw the blasts as if they were playing dodgeball. The blasts go towards Nappa, not all of them hitting the mark, but they are at least thrown. All the blasts that hit the behemoth result in a small explosion, but nothing that actually harms him. Nappa adopts a toothy grin at their success.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Nappa shouts, wafting the smoke away. "Now do it again! And you don't have to throw it like that," Nappa raises his hand towards the sky, firing a weak blast. "You can just fire it. NOW DO IT AGAIN!" He screams, pointing both arms towards the students. "I want to at least be massaged by your attacks!"

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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You move across the planet faster than any ship possibly could. Your altitude drops, pulling you down into Vacuo's desert. You bounce across the coarse, rough sand, getting everywhere in your clothes. You can't lie, it's kind of irritating. You dig your heels and hands into the sand, dragging across the arid wastes until you finally stop. You take a breath then stand up straight, shaking yourself off. "That was rude," you rub your cheek. "I wasn't expecting him to hit me. Oh well," you shrug, carefreely.

You burst off the spot, creating a small dust tornado in your wake. You fly right back to Beacon, not taking much time at all, and bear witness to Nappa yelling at everyone as they blast him.

"I'VE EATEN BUGS WITH MORE BITE THAN THIS, COME ON!" He shouts, constantly getting hit with Ki blast from all angles. "PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME, NOT TICKLE ME!"

You hover over Nappa, getting his attention. "What's going on?"

"You were being too soft with them! You need to give them motivation, LIKE IF I'M NOT FEELING THESE IN A MINUTE THEN I'LL START FIRING BACK!"

"So... you're just asking them to blast you?"

"I'm making them get used to using their blast rapidly, and HOPEFULLY WITH MORE POWER!"

"Huh... I guess."

"Just sit back, Kail. Just watch as a true, experienced warrior handles these recruits."

"I... okay, I guess. Just don't actually hurt them!"

"That depends on them!" He says with a laugh.

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"You have?" Yang raises a brow at her friendly acquaintance.

"Of course," Crystal says with a wide smile, but that disappears when you burst into the air and head towards Beacon. She watches for a moment, but that's only because she can follow your speed for mere seconds. With a sigh, she turns back towards her friend's friends, eager to make them her own. "May we go inside? I'd love to meet everyone."

Yang is smirking at you taking off, sensing the small gathering of students at Beacon. "Yeah, of course," she turns around and leads the way for Crystal. "We have more guests!" Yang shouts as soon as she enters the doorway.

Crystal walks in, taking a quick look around the house. Her eyes are almost instantly drawn to the people sitting around the couches. She remembers you talking about them, and even the girls she's seen before. With deduction, she recognizes who would be the members of team JNPR.

"Hi," Crystal waves. "It's nice to finally meet you all formally," she bows her head.

"Heya! I'm Ruby Rose!" She salutes.

"Weiss Schnee," she greets with true formality.

"Blake Belladonna," her greeting is friendly but plain.

"Jaune Arc," he warmly smiles, assuring the new person feels welcomed.

"Nora Valkyrie!" She wiggles in place.

"Hello there, I'm Pyrrha Nikos," she happily waves.

"Lie Ren, but please call me Ren," he respectfully returns her bow.

"And I'm Yang," the blonde taps her thumb above her chest. "But you knew that one."

"Yes, it's nice to have faces to the names. (Y/N) has mentioned you all. Thank you so much for understanding his odd tendencies. He had a lot of difficulty making friends."

In truth, even Crystal has difficulty with that. Not because of her social quirks, but as a result of her isolated village. There aren't that many young adults in the village. There are some kids nowadays, yes, but Crystal was simply born at an unfortunate time when nobody else was having kids. Your random appearance was a blessing for her in more ways than one. Perhaps one of the perks will come into play now. If she can make more friends, guys and girls, then she'll feel another sense of happiness in her life that she never really had. She has a feeling it won't even be awkward without you here. These people you've surrounded yourself with are good, you always attract good people to you. She sometimes wishes she had that trait as well.

"That's hard to believe," Blake speaks out. "He's a very talkative person. Straightforward too."

"Maybe a little too straightforward," Weiss mentions.

"Hey, he's not here. We shouldn't gossip," Jaune defends you.

"That's true," Ruby nods. "So, can we start the horror marathon?"

"Take a seat, Crystal," Yang gestures to the couch. "I'll take your things to your room. You don't mind sleeping with other people around, do you?"

"It's not a problem at all," she keeps a pleasant smile.

"Alright," Yang gently takes Crystal's bag from her and heads for the stairs. "Remember, lil' sis, you're the one who wanted to watch some horror movies."

"I know! I've beaten so many Grimm that no movie could scare me!"

"Oooooh, challenge!" Nora excitedly claps. "Ren, you should pick one."

"Ren?" Weiss questions.

"Ren is quite the connoisseur of horror movies," Pyrrha points out. "He's shown me movies I didn't even know existed."

"Remember that one you were in?" Jaune chuckles.

"It was just a poster!" Pyrrha blushes. "And I didn't appreciate him breaking through my," Pyrrha's eyes gaze down at her chest. "Armour..."

"We should watch that one first," Ruby bounces.

"I'd be interested in it," Crystal chips in. "I haven't watched a scary movie before."

Ruby cackles devilishly, rubbing her hands together. "I shall not be the one scared tonight."

"Yes, you will," Yang's voice travels down the stairs.

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And so, Nappa puts all the students through hell. Only giving them short breaks, he assured they were all worked until they could no longer stand. Now, all of them lie on the grass, panting heavily, staring up at the sky.

"I have to say, you're all a bunch of whimps if you're tired already. But, it's a good thing I'm here. From now on, the great Nappa will be teaching you."

"Eeehhhh?" The students moan, unable to even speak.

"You are? But-"

"Trust me, Kail, this is best for them. They'll learn more from me! I expect to see you all here tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" Eminence moans. "But we-"

"No excuses! What, when was your schedule before."

"Once a week," you answer.

"And you expect them to make progress?" Nappa loudly replies, insulted for the students. "No, I'm not letting that slide. You all want to be stronger? The greatest fighters on the planet?"

"We're just... students..." Topaz weakly replies.

"Isn't this a school of fighters? How can you call yourselves warriors if you run away from becoming stronger! No way! You're all coming back tomorrow!" Nappa marches up to the ground eyeing each of their faces. "I'll remember all of you, I know your Ki signatures, and I'm making sure that you'll all become stronger! Do not let laziness and hesitation stop you from rising! I won't let it!" The brutish man rants. "Now go, recover, sleep, eat, and I will see you all here tomorrow!"

Nappa scans for any doubt, and reluctance, but it doesn't seem to be there. The students slowly get to their feet, talking amongst themselves as they start to spread out. None of them thank you or Nappa for your time, none of them are leaving with a smile. They may have gotten some intense training that'll have a lasting effect, both positive and negative, but that doesn't mean the process was fun. At least Topaz got to see you get smacked away. That entertained him greatly.

Nappa stands with pride, watching all his pupils leave. You notice the little glimmer in his eyes that makes you raise a brow.

"Why'd you do that?"

Nappa smirks. "They're weaklings, They're beneath my help... but it reminds me of the old days. I'm a Saiyan Elite, Kail, I was the best of the best. I used to see these pathetic low-class warriors that would barely hurt me more than all of them. Sometimes, I would grant them my time and let them at least try to fight, then beat them down so our Saiyan genes would make them stronger. I..." Nappa pauses for a moment, getting lost in thought. "Teaching those kids reminded me of the old days on Planet Vegeta. It reminded me of when I was taking care of Vegeta and Turles and Kakarot and that brat Raditz; when they were small and needed my training to become warriors. They don't need my help anymore, hell, most of them are stronger than me. But this..." He exhales contently. "It lets me relive the old times. Bah, look at me," he waves off. "Maybe I am getting to be an old Saiyan."

"Hm... Turles told me, when we were going to Namek, that you would talk about the old days on our planet. You think about that a lot?"

"Of course, I do. I'm dedicated to the fight," he finally turns to you completely, hands on his hips. "Always. But our race has dwindled down to a handful. Hmph..." Nappa shakes his head. "But we're the five strongest Saiyans in history! We don't need any of the others."

"Really?" You lean forward to get in Nappa's view. "I don't think you should think that."

"Why? We Saiyans are made to be strong! If you were weak, you were sent away to die or become strong!"

"Just cause people are weak, doesn't make them worthless. You just helped a lot of weak people, and you had a good time, right?" You end with a hopeful smile.

"Well... I-"

"And wasn't I a low class or whatever?" You push the point. "Heck, when I got here I wasn't even the strongest person on the planet. But isn't that fun!" You look ahead with optimism in your eyes, something that Nappa's drawn to. "If you're the strongest, what do you have to work up to? But when there are people beyond you, showing you how strong you could become... it's what gets my stomach all warm and my fists shaking. Frieza was sooooo strong, but now I know that level can be reached. I won't stop until I'm stronger than that!" You raise your clenched fist in the air.

Nappa is left with something to think about. You're right, you were a weakling as a baby with no foreseen future, and yet now you're more powerful than even Vegeta. From Nappa's view, you're a complete outlier to the Saiyan mold... and yet here you are, with a fighting spirit that burns brighter than most of his comrades, and with the power to back it up. Yet you STILL desire more, and are excited for it. Those Saiyan traits remain woven into you, even if you never knew about your heritage. You're so different... yet the strongest.

He doesn't get it.

Nappa stares out towards Vale, unsure how to continue with this train of thought. So, he changes it. "Nah, I just trained those pipsqueeks so we can have some stronger opponents when we try and take the planet. Would be boring if it was only you," he says with a belly laugh.

"That... that's a joke, right?" The burly man keeps laughing. "Nappa? Nappa, that's a joke!" But the elder Saiyan's hardy laugh is all that acts as a response, echoing through Beacon's grounds.

In the distance, watching with silence, is Ozpin. He's been overseeing Nappa's training the entire time, ensuring the safety of his students with the brutish Saiyan. But Nappa did push them further than you were able to thanks to his lack of compassion. Considering him being one of the oldest, veteran Saiyans... it's interesting to see. Ozpin smirks, taking a look up at the moon. The symbol of destruction.