Hey everyone! I know it's been awhile since i last updated this story, no worries though as i'm back now. This will be the Finale of this mini arc before the story of Volume 3 of the RWBY story begins. I will probably be changing a few things, compared to the original story I wrote just to make the story flow better. And there are a number of things I haven't touched on that have been hinted at for awhile such as Tarro training the saiyan characters, the extent of Yang and Turuk's relationship or the development of their pairing, what Aiko will do, and what this other part of Nova is. Those questions will be answered as we dive into RWBY Volume 3's portion of the story. For now though..., here's the Finale of the Tenkawa arc!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/ DBZ Kai/ DBS or RWBY and their characters. Those belong to Akira Toriyama, and Rooster Teeth/ Monty Oum respectively. I only own the OC's that appear in this story.

Visuals: Stills of each character walking, before the song picks up with the split screen for each group. When the song picks up, it transitions to each member fighting off the soldiers while Nova and Turuk fight Turles. The song then ends as the pair of saiyan brothers charge Turles.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lost Heritage, Part V: Primal Rage
Part I — What Was Underneath the Blue
Location: Tenkawa Village Outskirts | That Afternoon
Nova and Turles stood across from each other in the rain.
The rain had been falling for several minutes now, which was the sky's contribution to the specific quality of the moment — the specific quality being that two people were about to fully express what they were, and the atmosphere had decided this deserved weather.
Nova looked at Turles.
Turles looked at Nova.
The blue aura around Nova had changed. Not diminished — it was, if anything, more present than it had been before. But the color of it had shifted, the way colors shifted when the light source behind them changed. There was something underneath the blue that was not blue. Something that had the quality of depth rather than brightness, of things that were old rather than things that were current.
He had felt it when the blast went toward Ruby.
He had felt it arrive the way you felt the ground when you stopped floating — not gradually, not with warning, but as a sudden and comprehensive fact of where you were. The thing that had been underneath the surface of everything he knew about himself had pressed against the surface from inside, and the surface had flexed, and he had held it there by choosing not to let it through.
He was holding it there still.
He was going to hold it there.
He had people behind him.
"Your problem," Turles said, reading something in his posture, "is that you're still thinking about the people behind you. That's going to cost you against an opponent like me."
"No," Nova said. "That's what's going to win."
He went.

*Insert Dragon Ball Super Ost: A Fearsome Foe*
The exchange that followed had the quality of something that had finally decided to be what it was.
Nova had spent the first phase of this fight reading Turles — cataloguing the rhythms of his movement, the preferred angles of his attacks, the specific patterns that repeated because all fighters had specific patterns that repeated no matter how much training tried to eliminate them. He had spent the second phase surviving the recalibrated Turles, the fruit-enhanced version, while mapping the new data against the existing map.
He had the map now.
He used it.
The first sequence found three openings in the time it would have taken him to find one before the mapping was complete, and he used all three with the compressed efficiency of someone who has spent an extended period of time on restraint and has now been given permission to be direct.
Turles hit the ground.
He got up.
He always got up, which was a specific quality of Turles that Nova had catalogued and filed as something he would have to account for — the specific resilience of someone who had been in many fights and had learned that getting up was the thing that determined outcomes more than any particular technique.
He got up smiling, which was information about what kind of person Turles was.
"You're learning as we fight," Turles said, not unkindly.
"Yes," Nova said.
"That's a Saiyan quality. The best ones do it."
"Tell me," Nova said, because the conversation was useful and they were briefly separated anyway, "what actually is a Saiyan."
Turles raised an eyebrow.
"You're asking me this now? While we're—"
"You keep calling me one. I've heard fragments. I'd rather hear the full version from someone who actually knows."
Turles looked at him for a moment with the expression of someone encountering an unexpected development and deciding what to do with it.
Then he talked.
He talked while they circled, because he was also the kind of person who appreciated the specific combination of conversation and potential violence, and because there was something in the young Saiyan's direct, practical question that produced in him a response he hadn't quite anticipated.
He talked about Planet Vegeta, and the warrior race, and the pride they had taken in their strength. He talked about the Arcosians — the Frost Demons — and the specific hierarchy that had developed when one race found another that it couldn't defeat and decided that subordination was preferable to ongoing conflict. He talked about the Planet Trade Organization and what the Saiyans had become within it — not mercenaries, not soldiers, but something closer to a resource, deployed and directed by people who understood the value of them without respecting it.
He talked about Glacial.
He talked about the fear — the specific fear that a person in power felt when they encountered something that might one day exceed that power, and the specific calculation that followed: the calculation about whether it was better to control the threat or eliminate it. He talked about Planet Vegeta's destruction, and the specific ruthlessness of the elimination, and the survivors who existed because they were elsewhere when the planet died.
"So," Nova said, when Turles had finished. "We're what's left."
"Some of what's left," Turles said. "There are others. Scattered. Alive because distance or circumstance kept them from the surface when Glacial made his decision."
"And you work for Glacial."
"I work for myself," Turles said, which was technically true and also the way a person who worked for someone else described their situation when they found the arrangement embarrassing. "Occasionally our interests align."
Nova looked at him.
"You said I'm supposed to subjugate," he said. "That everything around me dies if I lose control."
"It's a historical pattern," Turles said. "The power you have doesn't exist to be gentle with things."
"No," Nova said. "It doesn't exist to be gentle. But that's not the same as it existing to destroy."
Turles looked at him.
"You believe that."
"I'm going to prove it," Nova said.
He went again.

*insert: Alphen's Theme (Tales of Arise Ost)*
Ruby had been listening to the conversation from the distance she'd been keeping — close enough to follow it, far enough not to interfere with the fight's geometry. She had her hands clasped. She had been keeping them clasped for some time.
She heard what Nova said.
She heard it with the specific quality of hearing something you already knew but needed someone else to say before it fully arrived — the way certain truths needed a voice before they became the kind of truth you could stand on.
I'm going to prove it.
She believed him.
She believed him in the specific, total way that she had come to believe him about most things — not because he was always right, but because when he committed to something the commitment was genuine and the thing he was committed to was always worth the commitment.
She stayed where she was and watched.
She kept her hands together.
Part II — The Fruit
The fight had reached the stage where Turles was operating on resilience and Nova was operating on the momentum of the mapping he had completed, and the gap between these two approaches was becoming evident in the terrain — the craters, the collapsed structures, the general geology of Tenkawa's outskirts having developed an extensive opinion about the exchange.
Blake was watching her brother.
She had been watching him for a long time, across a year at Beacon and before that across the years of growing up in the same spaces. She knew the quality of his power the way you knew the voice of someone you'd heard talking in the next room your whole life. You didn't need to see them to know it was them.
What she was seeing now was not entirely the person she knew.
Not because it was wrong — not because it was dark, or frightening in the way of something malevolent. It was more that she was seeing the parts of him that had always been there but that the ordinary circumstances of their shared life had not required. The way you knew someone completely and then saw them in a professional context that revealed a dimension you had not accessed before.
He was always this, she thought. I just never needed to know it.
She watched Turles get up for what felt like the fifth time, and she watched the specific expression that crossed Nova's face when he got up — not frustration, but the calm readjustment of someone who has accounted for this in their planning and is executing accordingly — and she thought that this person, this version of her brother, was someone she was going to need to know better in the days ahead.
Then Turles reached for the fruit.
Nova moved to stop him.
Turles threw the blast at Ruby.
Nova redirected it.
And the fruit was consumed.
And what followed the fruit's consumption was the specific expression of someone who has been refueled in the middle of a conflict and is experiencing the specific quality of full power after expenditure — the way a light looked after the current was restored.
Turles was whole again.
He was more than whole.
"Round two," he said, "properly."
And then his hair changed.
Part III — Gold
The transformation had a specific quality that the people watching it had not encountered before, which was the quality of something that existed in legend rather than in the witnessed world.
The hair went gold.
The eyes went teal.
The aura expanded with the compressed pressure of something that had been held in specific form and had been released into a different, larger form — not explosive, but exponential, the way mathematics sometimes described things that actual physics occasionally illustrated.
The group absorbed this.
"Since when," Ruby said, "does the evil villain have spiky blonde hair?"
"It's not cosmetic," Daikon said, with the tone of someone who has recognized something and is managing their response to it. "It's a transformation. A significant one."
Scarlett and Turuk were looking at each other with the specific look of two people who had arrived at the same conclusion from different angles.
"Weiss," Scarlett said carefully, "I need you to trust me when I say that the hair color is the least important part of what you're looking at."
"How much stronger is he?" Ren asked.
"More than he was," Turuk said. "Significantly more."
Nova looked up at Turles.
He could feel the gap.
The gap had been in Nova's favor throughout the fight, even after the first fruit — the specific margin between what he was and what Turles was had been sufficient. The second fruit had narrowed it. The transformation had closed it and pushed it in the other direction, and the current landscape of the engagement was one in which Turles had the advantage and Nova was going to have to find something.
There's something here, he thought. I've been feeling it the whole fight. The thing that's been below everything else.
He did not open the door.
He pressed against it from the inside to understand its weight.
It was heavier than he expected.
He put it back where it was.
He would find another way.
He went at Turles.

*Insert Dragon Ball Super Broly ost: Broly begins to battle*
Author's Note: this begins playing as Turles is taunting Nova just before their battle resumes
Part IV — The Conversation
"Scarlett," Blake said, watching.
The red-haired Saiyan had the expression of someone doing calculus in real time — receiving information from the fight and running it against something she knew, checking the result, running it again.
"Yes," Scarlett said.
"What do you know that we don't."
It was not quite a question.
Scarlett was quiet for a moment. She looked at Aiko, who gave the small nod of someone who has been thinking the same thing and has arrived at the same conclusion about the time for it.
"How familiar are you all with Saiyan lore?" Scarlett asked.
"Not at all," Weiss said.
"In that case," Scarlett said, "I'll be direct about something. As this fight has gone on, I've been putting together what I'm seeing against what my mother told me when I was growing up about our family's history. About what Saiyans were. About the specific stories that went back further than living memory."
She paused.
"Among Saiyans, there's a specific tradition of stories about a warrior who appeared once every thousand years. Not a warrior who was trained into greatness — a warrior who was greatness, who was born with power that exceeded anything the race had previously produced. The stories called this person the Legendary Super Saiyan."
The group was very quiet.
"And you think," Pyrrha said carefully, "that Nova—"
"I think," Scarlett said, "that what I'm watching right now is consistent with everything those stories described. The power that doesn't have a natural ceiling. The specific quality of it — the way it keeps responding to the fight by going deeper rather than hitting a limit. She looked at the ongoing engagement. "Most Saiyans have a ceiling. Even exceptional ones. Nova has been fighting Turles for a sustained period at a level that should have been his maximum, and the fight keeps demanding more, and he keeps finding more."
"If that's true," Turuk said, slowly, "then there's a problem."
"What problem?" Blake asked.
"The Legendary Super Saiyan's power isn't controllable by the person who has it," Scarlett said. "Not without something that grounds them. Something that keeps the person present while the power expresses itself. Without that anchor—"
"He loses himself," Turuk said.
"He becomes something that isn't Nova anymore," Scarlett said. "The power without the person."
Ruby's hands had come apart.
They were flat at her sides now.
She was looking at the fight with an expression that had bypassed fear and arrived at something more useful — the specific expression of someone who has identified what they need to do and is calculating how to do it.
"You said someone could be that anchor," she said.
Scarlett looked at her.
"Yes," Scarlett said.
"Me," Ruby said. Not a question.
"I think so," Scarlett said. "I don't know how. I don't think it works through force — you can't pull someone back from that state by fighting them. It has to be something else. Something that's specifically you to him."
Ruby looked at the fight.
"Okay," she said.
"Ruby," Turuk said, "if you go in there—"
"He's not going to hurt me," she said, with the flat certainty of someone who has never questioned this and is not going to start now.
Turuk looked at her.
"No," he said, after a moment. "He's not."
Part V — The Door
The blast that Turles sent after the conversation — the one that was aimed not at Nova but past him, not even at Ruby but in the direction of the group, the specific targeting of someone who has decided that the current engagement needs a different variable introduced — hit the ground between Nova and his teammates with enough force to open a new conversation topic between the terrain and gravity.
Nova stopped.
He looked at where it had landed.
He looked at his teammates, who were intact but were looking at him with the specific expression of people who have just been included in a fight they were not fighting, as a message.
He looked at Turles.
The thing below the surface pressed against it.
He held it.
He breathed.
He pressed back.
He went at Turles again, and the exchange that followed was the most sustained of the fight — not because either of them had found new resources, but because both of them had found something specific about this fight that they were not willing to release until it resolved itself. Turles had the power advantage of the transformation. Nova had the mapping advantage of everything he had learned over the course of the engagement.
These two things produced a fight that was roughly even, which was the most dangerous kind.
The blast that sent Nova into the water was not the worst he had taken.
It was, however, precisely placed — the way certain blows were precisely placed not for maximum damage but for maximum position change, for putting the opponent somewhere that required them to reassemble rather than simply recover.
The water was cold.
Nova sank.
He sat in the cold and the dark and he thought about what Turles had said, and what Scarlett had said, and what the thing below the surface was, and whether he was going to let it through.
He thought about Ruby's face when the blast had gone toward her.
He thought about what Scarlett had implied — about what happened to the person who had this power without the anchor that kept the person present. About what it meant to have power that exceeded your ability to remain yourself while using it.
He did not want to become something that Ruby could not find her way back to.
He did not want to become something that was only power without the person the power belonged to.
But he was at the bottom of a lake in a village where everyone had been killed and the people he cared about were above him in a fight with someone he had been unable to decisively end, and the thing below the surface was not asking for permission anymore.
It was simply present.
All right, he thought. But I am still here.
He rose.

Basically how the fight went, minus Paragus and Freeza being there lol. Replace Cheelai, Bulma, Whis, and Goku with Blake, An unconscious Yang, Scarlett, Aiko, Jaune, Weiss, Daikon, Ruby, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren. Nova is Broly in this fight and Turles is the replacement for Vegeta in this sense.
The light that came from the center of the water was not the blue he had been using.
It was green.
Specifically, deeply green — the green of something that had been growing underground for a very long time and had finally found the surface. It came up in a column that displaced the water in all directions, and the ground around the lake's edge expressed its opinion about this by moving several inches in all directions simultaneously.
Turles looked at it.
He had been expecting something.
He had not been expecting this exact shape of something, and the gap between what he had expected and what he was seeing produced in him the specific recalibration of someone who has underestimated a thing even after accounting for the possibility of underestimating it.
"Well," he said.
Nova rose from the water.
His eyes were green — the specific green of the ki that surrounded him, the way certain energies colored the eyes they moved through. His hair had not changed color, but it had changed quality — the dark black of it was somehow darker, more defined, each strand carrying the weight of something that had a great deal of weight to carry.
He was not bigger.
He was more present — the specific quality of someone who has stopped doing the thing that diminishes them, which was in this case holding back, and who is now simply being what they are.
He looked at Turles.
He felt the door behind him.
He did not open it.
He stood in front of it.
I'm here, he thought. I'm still here.
He went at Turles.
Part VI — The End of the Fight

P
lay from 04:42 forward... That's how the rest of this fight plays out (Turles just taking on the role of Goku too)
What followed had the quality of a fight that knew it was ending.
Not because the outcome was certain — it still wasn't, not entirely — but because the two combatants had arrived at the specific stage where the decision had been made, even if the decision's expression was still in progress. Turles was fighting with the focused determination of someone who has found something worth fighting seriously, which was its own kind of compliment. Nova was fighting with the specific quality of someone who has stopped saving anything for later because there is no later — this is the fight, this is what the fight requires, and the holding-back has been set aside.
The green ki found its angles.
Turles found openings and used them, because he was good and experience was worth something, and Nova took what he had to take and continued because the door behind him was holding and the person in front of it was present.
The sequence that finished it was not the most dramatic sequence of the fight.
It was the most certain.
Nova drove through Turles's defense with the specific economy of someone who has mapped every available path and has selected the shortest one to the conclusion, and the conclusion arrived in the form of an impact that Turles did not have the structural reserves to absorb after everything that had preceded it.
Turles hit the ground with the impact of someone who had fought well and been outfought by something that was categorically beyond the preparation he had available.
He lay in the crater.
He looked up.
Nova stood above him with the green aura diminishing now — the thing below the surface settling back to where it lived, the door closed again, the person present and standing.
"I told you," Nova said, quietly. "That's what the power is for."
He gathered the ki in his palm.
He thought about Tenkawa.
He thought about the tree and what had fed it.
He thought about Ruby, waiting behind him.
He released it.
The blast was green and final and the landscape received it as landscapes received significant things — with a crater and an absence where something had been.
It was over.

*Insert: Kakkarot vs Broly ost*
Part VII — After
Nova fell to one knee.
The exertion of it was comprehensive — not the kind that arrived all at once but the kind that arrived in sequence, each system checking in with its accounting of what had been spent. His arm was still extended. He lowered it.
He heard them coming — the sounds of seventeen people moving toward him across damaged terrain, the sounds of people who have been watching something from a distance and are now covering the distance as quickly as the distance allowed.
Ruby reached him first.
She always reached him first.
She hit him somewhere around the chest height and held on with both arms, and he put his hand on the back of her head and held on in return, and neither of them said anything for a moment because the moment was large enough without words.
"You're okay," she said, into his chest.
"I'm okay," he said.
"You scared me."
"I know. I'm sorry."
She pulled back enough to look at his face, which she did with the specific evaluation of someone who has been watching a person from a distance for a long period of time and is now checking the in-person version against the remembered version to confirm continuity.
"You're still you," she said.
"Yes," he said.
She looked at him for another second. Then she pulled him back in.
He let her.
The others arrived and arranged themselves around the fact of the aftermath — the pragmatic post-battle accounting of who was intact, who needed attention, what still needed to be addressed. Turuk was carrying Yang with the careful, specific posture of someone who has decided to carry something and has committed to it fully. Yang was unconscious in the way of someone whose body had finally submitted an overdue invoice.
"She's fine," Turuk said, to Blake and everyone else simultaneously.
Weiss was looking at Yang's tail.
Then she looked at Ruby, who had separated from Nova enough for the position of her own tail — the black one, which had apparently made its decision about visibility at some point during the recent events — to be visible.
Weiss looked at it.
She looked at Yang's.
She looked at the general landscape of the afternoon, which included: a dead namekian, a dead evil Saiyan, a giant tree that Scarlett had in the interim addressed with the specific thoroughness of someone who had decided it needed to stop existing, the ruins of a village that would never be ordinary again, and a group of students who had arrived at the other end of something considerably larger than any mission briefing had suggested.
She pressed two fingers to the bridge of her nose.
"Let me see if I have this right," she said. "Nova is the Legendary Super Saiyan. Yang has always been a Saiyan. Ruby has a tail. Our professors are Nova and Turuk's parents. Scarlett and Aiko are their cousins. And we are all—" She gestured at the general situation. "—here."
"That's about right," Daikon said.
"I need to lie down," Weiss said.
"You can do that," Aiko said, "but—"
"The Grimm are coming," Jaune said.
The negative energy generated by an afternoon of comprehensive violence had apparently been accumulating its own ledger, and the local grimm population had been monitoring it, and the monitoring had arrived at a conclusion about the appropriate response.
"Bullhead?" Pyrrha said.
"Already called it," Blake said, with her scroll in hand. "Ozpin's sending one."
"How long?"
"Minutes."
"Run," Scarlett suggested.
They ran.
Part VIII — The Flight Back
The bullhead that arrived was large enough to hold all of them, which was a logistical mercy.
The grimm that had been accumulating on the edge of the village's emotional field were not large enough to meaningfully threaten the aircraft, which was a tactical mercy.
The aircraft lifted.
Below them, Tenkawa receded into the landscape — the tree already gone, the craters already filling with rain, the specific quality of a place that had been the site of something significant and would carry that quality forward into whatever it became next.
Nova looked at it until he couldn't see it anymore.
Then he looked at the seat beside him, which was occupied by Ruby, who had arranged herself against his shoulder with the completeness of someone who has found the position they intend to maintain for the duration.
"Nova," she said.
"Yes."
"You said you'd take me to the festival."
"I did," he said.
"Just us."
"Just us."
She closed her eyes.
He looked at the back of the aircraft, at his teammates and her teammates and the sleeping Yang and the thoughtful Turuk and the quietly exhausted everyone else.
He thought about what Turles had told him.
About what he was.
About where he came from.
He thought about the door, and what was behind it, and the fact that the door had held — that he had been standing in front of it and had remained standing, and the thing behind it had not come through uninvited.
He thought about Ruby's voice, somewhere in the green and the dark, waiting for him to come back.
He thought: I'm still here.
He put his arm around her.
She was already asleep when he did it — the specific, complete sleep of someone whose body has decided that the appropriate response to the afternoon's events was immediate unconsciousness.
He kept his arm around her anyway.
Turuk, across the aircraft, looked at him.
Nova looked back.
They didn't say anything.
They didn't need to.
Outside the aircraft, the rain was slowing and the clouds were beginning to separate and the specific late-afternoon light of Remnant was doing what it did when weather passed — arriving differently than it had before, with the quality of something that had been blocked and was now available again.
The bullhead flew on.
Behind it, Tenkawa was quiet.
At Beacon, a man who moved with the specific quality of someone who had been paying very close attention stood at his window and watched the bullhead's beacon light approach from the southeast.
He picked up his cup.
"Well done," he said, to no one in particular — or possibly to everyone in particular, which amounted to the same thing.
He drank.
The light moved through the dark.
It came home.
★ END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ★
★ END OF THE TENKAWA CRISIS ARC ★
Ending: A walk by SOLIDEMO (Black Clover ending 12)
Visuals: Nova by himself walking for a bit before coming face to face with a future form of himself. He then sees his friends ahead of him before stopping. It transitions to shots of each of the main cast's weapons. It even shows a pan of Tarro briefly. Nova continues walking during the build up of the song as it shows each member from the main cast of this story. It briefly shows a closeup of a future form Nova will transform into as he stops to face it. The song continues to build as it then shows a pan up of Ruby's face looking into the distance. It shows a closeup of everyone's dust weapons for a second before the chorus starts. The chorus begins showing the dust weapons as the images range from the character's backs to them turning around to welcome Nova into their circle. There's then a flashback of the previous battles everyone's been through so far in the story before transitioning back to Nova rejoining his friends as they walk off into the distance.
Hey guys hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Sorry it took so long to update this, but just know i'm getting back to this story. Next Chapter will be a little bit of a breather as it will cover the interaction between Tarro and the Saiyan siblings and of course some down time for our main cast before the Vytal Tourney starts in earnest. Chapter 23 will focus more on some development between characters or for personal development. This mini arc was more filled with action, but these characters are only teenagers, they need a break right? Pairings of focus for next chapter will be (Wattpad: Scarlett x Yatsuhashi) Scarlett x Mercury (Fanfiction.net), Turuk x Yang, Nova x Ruby, and Weiss x Daikon. Aiko will get her own personal development going forward in the story as she hasn't really developed personality wise yet, but it's coming don't worry. That's really all for now!
Next Time: Chapter 23: Training and Relaxation?