The Legendary Super Saiyajin Reborn

A Ranma ½ / Dragonball Z crossover

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is done only for fun. I do not own any of the characters.

Author’s notes – I’m putting this fic through a major rewrite after losing interest with the way it was heading, i.e. becoming just another insanely powerful Ranma story :) Plus, my writing sucked (must have been a case of Msworditis). Sorry this took sooooooooooooo long to do. Hopefully this time it’ll turn out the way I wanted it to. Anyone want to pre-read for me?

Prologue - Death of a Super Saiyajin

            A small metallic sphere no larger than eight feet in diameter glided silently through the black void of space, leaving a small vapour trail behind as it passed. The alien craft, no more than a single seater escape pod headed mindlessly towards its final destination of the planet know by it’s inhabitants as earth.

The computer inside monitored the distance from its target and the health of its passenger as only a computer can. It beeped twice and flashed up a map on screen to indicate that they were approaching the final leg of the journey. The pod’s passenger cracked one eye open only dimly aware that he had almost caught up with ‘him’.

Brolli hissed as he drew another pained breath and clenched his hands tightly on the arms of the seat, crushing the already damaged arms even further. If the pod had had emotions, it would have been concerned for the heath of its passenger. It had been constantly monitoring Brolli’s life signs and had even administered most of its limited drugs in an attempt to keep him alive. At the moment, the pod was only estimating a five to fifteen percent chance of Brolli surviving the impact of landing at its predefined destination.

            Its passenger really should have already died, any lesser being would have, but Brolli’s shear strength of will and burning hatred kept him alive. Every breath was agony for him, a reminder of the one insect that had managed to put him in this state.

            “K...kakkaroto…” he growled.

            Another beep from the computer and an alien language flashed across one of the screens indicating that it had finally reached their intended destination, Earth.

            Jusenkyou, the pools of sorrow, the legendary training ground of cursed springs sat peacefully at the foot of the Bayankala mountain range in China. Hundreds of shallow pools covered the land. Each on had one of more bamboo poles rising from them and more sadly a tragic story behind each one.

            A shortish, portly man in the standard Chinese worker outfit walked carefully around the edge of Jusenkyou, heading home with his food for the day. This was the Jusenkyou Guide, who looked after the grounds and ‘attempted’ to stop anyone foolish enough to come to Jusenkyou from getting themselves cursed.

            The Jusenkyou guide paused for a moment and looked skywards in puzzlement.

“Hmmm, it feels like something big will happen today.” He said sticked his pipe into the corner of his mouth. Drawing a deep breath, he exhaled sighing. He always got a bad feeling before something happened at Jusenkyou. As he watched, the sky seemed to darken as storm clouds began to gather unnaturally quickly.

“Mmmmm?” the guide stared upwards as the whistling sound of something rushing quickly through the air approached. The clouds darkened further as sheet lightening flashed and the first drops of rain started to fall.

“Most strange.” the guide said to himself as he started to walk again, still watching the sky. Suddenly the clouds seemed to push outwards as a round object burst through them, and proceeded to head straight for Jusenkyou.

The guide stood dumfound for a couple of second before realising that the thing was headed straight for him.

“Oh shit!” the guide shouted throwing his dinner away as he started running in an attempt to avoid being flattened by the rapidly approaching sphere. It is surprising how fast someone can run given the right motivation and the Jusenkyou guide had found his. The object struck the ground with a loud thump, sending a massive impact shockwave outwards that knocked the Jusenkyou guide sprawling face first into the ground.

A bolt of lightening crackled as it stuck the ground near the impact site. Dust and debris rose into the air to come raining down all over Jusenkyou.

The huge dust cloud was quickly beaten down as the heavens opened with a vengeance. Coughing the guide propped himself up on his elbows, surprised he was still alive and surveyed the damage. Surprisingly there appeared to be very little in the way of damage, aside from the small crater that now existed.

As the guide stood up his attention was drawn to a yellowy-green glow coming from the bottom of the new crater. Getting to his feet he quickly approached the hole swearing as he slipped on the muddy ground that had only minutes before been solid.

“Kakarotto!” a voice shouted from the crater in synchronisation with another lighting bolt. The guide stopped in surprise, not sure if he had heard the voice until a low moan shocked him into action. He rushed over to the crater, dropped to his hands and knees and peered over the lip.

Lying at the bottom of the crater was the round object that the guide had seen falling from the sky. A section of the sphere had opened and the guide saw a massive man lying on his back mere feet from the fallen sphere. The man had somehow managed to drag himself a few feet away from the round object.

The rainwater was quickly collecting at the bottom of the crater and the guide was surprised to see that the glow was coming from the man himself. Knowing there was no chance he could lift a man that size the guide called out.

“Sir! You must try to get out!”

“Kakkarotto…?” the man breathed as his aura faded and his blond hair changed to black. The man’s body seemed to deflate as he shrunk to a more normal size while the Jusenkyou guide watched on in sadness as the pooling water started to cover the man’s body. He stood there soaking wet from the rain as the water finally crept upwards to completely cover over the man and slowly created a new pool of sorrow.

End of Prologue

The Legendary Super Saiyajin Reborn

Part 1: Rebirth

A Ranma ½ / Dragonball Z crossover

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this work of fiction.

            The midday sun shone brightly down on the two travellers as they trekked across the only pathway they had found to cross the mountainous range. One was a large built middle-aged man with glasses and a bandanna covering his head, the other was a boy of around sixteen. Both wore training gi’s and carried large backpacks. The pair looked dusty and travel weary as they came to an outcropping of rock.

            Ranma, the young boy stopped and frowned. He shifted his backpack slightly. Genma, Ranma’s father did not notice as he was absorbed with studying an old map.

            “Hmm, somewhere around here?” Genma mumbled to himself before looking around.

            “Yo, Pops.” Ranma shouted. “We’re not gonna find it ya know. We’ve been lookin’ for days now.”

            Genma glanced back over at his son. “Quit your whining boy. We’re nearly there.”

            Ranma sighed before glaring at his father. “You said that two days ago.”

            “Humph! I’m telling you boy we’re close. I can feel it.”

            Ranma shook his head as he walked up to his father and snatched the map Genma was studying out of his hands and looked it over. Ranma stared at the map for moment before facing his father.

            “This is in Chinese.”

            “So?”

            “You can’t read Chinese!” Ranma shouted.

            Genma grabbed the map back off Ranma. “You don’t need to be able to read Chinese to follow a map.”

            “Only if it’s a map that’s NOT IN CHINESE!” Ranma snatched the map back again. Genma lunged for the stolen parchment but Ranma was quicker and hopped out of reach.

            “Give that back boy!”

            “What point is there to givin’ ya this back?”

            Genma growled. “I’m your father. You’ll do as I say.”

            “Yeah an’ look at where that got us!” Ranma scrunched the map up into a ball and tossed it at the edge of the mountain path. Genma shouted in outrage, dropped his backpack and ran after the balled up parchment in a futile attempt of rescuing it. The map bounced once before coming to rest on the brink of the cliff face. Genma lunged forward and landed on his chest to skid to a stop just before the drop. Unfortunately, this knocked the map over the edge.

            “Noooooooo!” Genma wailed as he watched the map drop off the edge and fade into insignificance. Ranma casually walked over and dropped Genma’s backpack next to him as he sat up and stared into the distance.

            “So can we go home now?” Ranma asked. Genma ignored him and pointed.

            “There it is! The Legendary Training Ground of Jusenkyo!”

            Ranma blinked and looked over in the direction Genma pointed. In the distance surrounded by a wall of mist was a valley of pools with bamboo poles reaching out of them. The sun sparkled off of the pools giving the area a peaceful appearance.

            “I don’t believe it.” Ranma sighed.

            “HA!” Genma laughed. “Next time you’ll listen to your wise father.”

            Ranma frowned ignoring the wise comment. “It don’t look like much, considering how nobody was willing to guide us here.”

            “Superstitious peasants.” Genma snorted picking up his backpack. “Curses and evil spirits what nonsense. Stories to keep us Japanese martial artists from using their training grounds.” Genma shouldered his backpack. “Let’s go boy. Its midday and we want to be there before dark.”

            “Right.”

            The trip down proved easy enough as there was an old dirt track leading all the way into the heart of the valley. The track was overgrown and had not seen much travel for seemingly sometime. The closer they came to Jusenkyo the less animal life the two martial artists saw and the quieter it got. As the wall of mist came into view, Genma felt the small hairs on the back of his neck stand-up. The mist seemed to stop in a complete circle around the valley and something about it did not feel right. There was a feeling of menace and tremendous presence that seemed to emanate from the mist wall.

            Genma for once was about to listen to his common sense and leave when Ranma spoke up.

            “I don’t like this Pops. Let’s get outta here.”

            Genma, over the years had trained Ranma in many techniques. Whenever Ranma would complain, Genma would insult him or compare him to a weak girl. This would usually get Ranma to comply with what Genma wanted and had in reality become reflex to the elder Saotome.

            “Quit whining like a little girl. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of some mist!” Genma snorted shifted his backpack to get comfortable and stepped into the mist. “Come on boy!”

            Ranma stood there for a moment undecided. Unlike his father, Ranma usually went with his feelings and his gut feeling was telling him that something was not right with the area.

            “Boy! Come on!” Genma’s voice drifted through the mist sounding like it was a whole world away. Ranma growled, “I don’t like this.” before he followed his father into the mist. He found himself suddenly engulfed by a sea of greyness. The mist was thicker than anything he had ever encountered before and holding his hand in front of his face Ranma knew what was meant by not being able to see your hand in front of your face. The whole area felt heavy and a faint chill hung in the air.

            “Pops?” Ranma shouted stepping forward carefully. The ground crunched under his feet as he walked straight ahead. The lack of sound and very poor visibility gave one the impression that they were walking through a grey void.

            “Kakkarotto?”

            Ranma spun around as a voice whispered near him. He unconsciously slipped into a ready stance. “Pops?”

            Nothing.

            Ranma slowly turned around to face in the direction of Jusenkyo and started walking once again, this time he was straining to hear any sound. He had only taken a couple of steps when he heard it again. This time closer.

            “Kakkarotto?”

            “Who’s there?” Ranma shouted turning to face the direction the voice had came from. Ranma strained to see anything moving in the mist. For a few seconds he stood there, heart pounding in his chest. Again nothing.

            “This is freakin’ me out.” Ranma said under his breath to himself. Turning quickly and setting off at a much quicker pace than before Ranma was now certain someone was in the mist with him. ‘If Pops is playing a trick on me I’ll kill him.’

            Something moved to his left sending Ranma spinning to face the movement, muscles tensed and ready for an attack. Ranma stared at the wall of grey, again there was nothing there.

            Ranma’s jaw muscles twitched as he backed up slowly watching the area he swore he had saw something. The mist in front of him twisted slowly forming into a humanoid shape. Ranma gaped as the shadowy silhouette of a massive man formed in front of him. The details were fuzzy but Ranma was sure it was a man in front of him.

            “KAKKAROTTO!” the voice bellowed causing Ranma to jump in surprise at the force and the shape in front of him flowed towards him quicker than he could follow. Ranma yelped in shock and fell backwards into sunlight.

            “Huh?” he blinked quickly as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in lighting. He found himself sitting on the ground looking at the wall of mist. A shadow fell over him sending Ranma’s martial arts instincts into action as he lashed out with a low sweep.

            “What are you doing boy?” Genma shouted leaping away from Ranma.

            “Pops?” Ranma stared dumbly at Genma, who landed lightly.

            “Of course it’s me. What’s wrong? It looks like you saw a ghost.”

            Ranma picked himself up and watched the mist wall warily. “You didn’t hear somebody say something about a cack carrot in there?”

            Genma crossed his arms as the sunlight was reflected off his glasses. “What are you babbling about? I saw and heard nothing in that mist.”

            Ranma shrugged his shoulders slowly. “Musta’ been imagining things.”

            Genma snorted. “Well we’re here so let get some training in.”

            “Fine.” Ranma dropped his backpack. “Not much to it though.” He nodded towards the springs.

            Genma hopped up onto the nearest bamboo pole lightly, displaying amazing agility and balance for someone of his size. Noticing Ranma was staring back at the mist Genma shouted. “Let’s go boy!”

            Ranma shook his head. ‘Damn that was creepy.’

            “BOY!”

            “Ok! Ok! I’m coming.” Ranma followed his father’s lead and hopped up onto another pole and faced Genma.

            “You better be ready ‘cause I’m not going to go easy on you boy.”

            “That’s the way I want it old man.” Ranma snorted.

            The two martial artists stared at each other waiting for the other to attack first. A chill breeze breezed past them ruffling their gi’s for a second and suddenly at an unseen signal the two leapt to attack. They met in the air above the springs and rapidly exchanged blows as they passed. Ranma winched as Genma tagged his ribs. They separated to land facing each other again on different poles.

            Genma frowned as he noticed that Ranma was not concentrating totally on the fight.

“If your going to daydream boy you might as well give up now.”

            “Get real old man. Yer gonna get yer yearly bath.”

            Genma launched himself forward, attempting to capitalise on Ranma’s distraction and quickly knock him into a pool. Ranma saw the move miles off and easily sprung over his father’s back to land on the pole Genma had just left. Surprised Genma missed his landing but managed to grab the top of another pole as he passed and scrabbled back on top.

            “Nice move Pops. Scrabble of the rabid squirrel?” Ranma laughed.

            Genma glared at his son as he regained his balance and stood back up.

            Neither saw the faint mist starting to rise from the pool below Ranma and coil itself around the pole he was on. Ranma tensed his legs, getting ready for another attempt from his father when the feeling of being watched once again manifested. Just as he started to say something the bamboo pole he was on shattered. Ranma yelped in surprise as he fell backwards into the pool below with a splash. As he hit the water he felt a strange tingling and a sense that his body was suddenly different. He floated downwards for a couple of seconds before an intense pain speared the back of his head.

            Genma blinked in surprise as the pole Ranma had been standing on collapsed and Ranma disappeared under the water.

            “Boy?”

            As the ripples in the water started to settle down Genma began to worry. Ranma should have surfaced straight away and hurled verbal abuse at him. Genma dropped to the ground and quickly approached the pool Ranma had fallen into. As he neared the pool a single bubble broke the surface. This was soon followed by another and then another. A sickly yellow-green glow started to pulse under the water. Soon steam began to rise from the pool as it started to boil. The air around the pool distorted like a road on a hot summer’s day while Genma stared dumfounded.

As Genma felt the air becoming charged with ki his self-preservation instincts kicked in. Backing away quickly he was caught unprepared when an explosion sent him crashing backwards to land unconscious on the ground a few feet away.

            Ranma blinked his eyes as he found himself floating above a devastated landscape. A city or what was left of it lay sprawled below him. The buildings below were just crumbling husks of cement, looking to him like pictures of the damage done to Hiroshima he had seen in the few history classes he had attended. A few vehicle shells littered the streets but were of an alien design or Ranma did not recognise them.

            His first thoughts were to panic as he expected himself to suddenly start falling but calmed down as he realised he seemed to be suspended by an unseen force. Looking skywards he could not help but stare in awe at the huge blue comet that hung high above the sky, casting a blue light all over the planet.

            “Where the heck am I?” Ranma whispered to himself glancing around.

            “Take him away…” a voice suddenly whispered in Ranma’s ear startling the martial artist. Ranma spun around as best he could to find nobody to be seen.

            “Wha?” Ranma breathed glancing around in shock holding his hand over his chest.

            “Take him with you!” another voice spoke once more causing Ranma to spin around. Once again there was nothing.

            “Who’s there?” Ranma shook his fist getting angry. “Show yourselves!”

            Ranma was suddenly grabbed by unseen hands and twisted to face in a new direction.

            “Hey! What the hell’s going on?”

            “Look…” a voice, female this time said as Ranma felt his head moved to look down.

            Ranma having no other choice stared down at the ground. The spot he was looking at looked no different than the rest of the city.

            “Whatta am I supposed to see?” Ranma growled in anger at this rough treatment by apparently ghosts. Ranma noticed that the rubble was slowly starting to shift. First a few stones fell loose followed by something pushing upwards. A steel beam was slowly forced upwards and the rubble fell away revealing a giant of a man.

            Ranma gaped at the sheer size of the man; he must have stood over seven feet tall and just as broad, he was unbelievably muscled. The man’s blond hair stood on end like the devil’s horns. Ranma could make out golden jewellery around the man’s neck and arms, even his belt. He wore scuffed white baggy trousers covered by a large red cloth. Roaring the man threw the beam across the street embedding it in the building before collapsing to his knees clutching at his chest.

            “Him…” the female voice sighed laced with disgust and fear?

            Ranma watched the man slowly force himself to his feet and start to limp down the street, his steps unsure like that of a drunkard. His face was etched in pain as he held one huge hand over his chest, obviously covering a wound.

            “Who is he?” Ranma asked watching in awe. Ranma felt a respect grow for this guy’s will power as the man struggled on. It was obvious to Ranma that he was nursing a wound that would have left most people dead, yet here he was forcing himself to walk.

            “A monster.” The first voice spoke.

            “A demon…” another voice growled.

            “Why are you showing me this?” Ranma asked while he struggled to move. Ranma noted that he was being moved along, keeping pace with the injured man. The man leaned against a nearby wall for a few seconds before continuing on round the corner.

            Ranma blinked as a metallic spear with one round porthole came into view. As the man approached the door opened with a hiss. Suddenly Ranma felt the hands leave him, and he regained his ability to move. Ranma spun around to try and see what had been holding him but as before he saw nothing.

            “What is this all about?” Ranma shouted at the invisible forces.

            “Take him with you; he is not welcome at Jusenkyo.”

            “Wha?” Ranma exclaimed before a sudden push sent him flying backwards. He screamed in surprised as he fell rapidly groundwards until his descent was interrupted by the unforgiving ground. Ranma felt himself smash into the ground but surprisingly felt little pain, as if he’d only fell over from standing. Ranma pushed himself to his elbows as a shadow passed over him. Looking up Ranma came face to face with the man. Up this close he could only stare in wonder and lots of fear at the size of the man staring down at him with pupil-less eyes.

            The man growled and reached down his entire hand engulfing Ranma’s head. Ranma panicked and suddenly found himself lying on his back in sunshine.

            “What the hell was that?” Ranma growled noting the indentation in the ground he was now lying in. Propping himself on his elbows he noticed something strange. His body felt different, as if he was larger than before. Sitting fully up Ranma was forced to slow down as a pain flashed across his chest before quickly vanishing.

            “Huh?” Ranma glanced down at himself and found he was looking at a much broader chest than before. “What the hell?”

            Ranma got to his feet and nearly fell over from the difference in his balance. Staring down at himself again he noted all the weird changes his body had gone through. He was definitely taller and far more muscled, but no where near the size of the huge man in his dream had been, more towards somebody who lifted heavy weights than an actual body-builder. He noted his gi top was straining around his shoulders from the change and his bottoms were only just past his knees.

            Ranma brushed a hand through his hair and noted it too was changed, thicker and tougher strands sprung back into place after his hand passed through. He brought his hand back and stared at it, gripping his hand into a fist and noted the new strength he now possessed.

            “Boy! Where are you?” Ranma looked up as he heard his father shout.

            “Down here pops!” Ranma shouted back noting another change in his voice, being slightly deeper than before. Genma’s head appeared over the rim and he stared down at the transformed Ranma.

            “R…Ranma?”

            “Yeah pops. What’s happened to me?” Ranma clenched both fists tightly at his sides.

            Genma stared at the new Ranma in contemplation. Was that really Ranma? He was wearing Ranma’s gi and talked like Ranma but looked completely different.

            “Do you know anything about this?” Ranma growled as he climbed the crater slowly, slipping a couple of times due to his new height and the loose earth. Genma stepped back and watched Ranma warily once he got out of the hole. Ranma glanced down at his father who was still staring at him as if he had grown another head.

            “Pops?”

            Genma pushed his glasses up his nose. “Show me the first stance of Anything Goes!”

            “Huh? Why?”

            “If your Ranma you’d know it.”

            Ranma sighed and got into the correct stance. Genma nodded. “Damn, it is you boy. How’d you change?”

            “I don’t know. All I Remember is falling in the pool and then having a really weird dream.”

            Genma sat down in a lotus position and crossed him arms, Ranma copied him awkwardly.

            “Hmmmm, the guidebook said Jusenkyo was a great training ground.” Genma closed him eyes pretending to be a wise sensei.

            “So?” Ranma irritatedly flicked a clump of hair from his eyes only to have it fall back into place again.

            “Boy, I have heard all the greatest martial artists trained at Jusenkyo. So obviously the place gives you the body of a great martial artist!!”

            Ranma blinked at his father. “Ya sure?”

            “Your dream, did you fight anyone?”

            Ranma shuddered as he remembered the end of the dream, the huge hand closing over his head. “I think so.”

            “Then I must be right!” Genma jumped up. “Now it’s my turn!”

            Genma looked at Ranma’s new powerful body and especially his changed hair and rubbed his hands in glee.

            “Pops?” Ranma asked as Genma almost skipped to a nearby pool and jumped in. Ranma got to his feet quickly and ran over to the pool as the ripples started to settle.

            “Yo pops, ya ok in there?”

            A couple of bubbles broke the surface before suddenly a large panda, wearing Genma’s gi and his glasses hanging over one ear stood up out of the water. Ranma stepped back holding his hands in the Takahasi shocked pose.

            “Waaaa!”

            “Growl, growf grrr…gurk?” Genma-panda blinked as he realised the effects were not what he had expected.

            “A panda?” Ranma slowly came out of his shock. He looked at his father for a couple of seconds before crashing to the ground in laughter.

            “Bwwwhahahahahaa! The body of a… wheeze great martial hahahahah artist!” Ranma pounded the ground a few times leaving small indentations while Genma wailed in horror.

End Part 1

Quick question – Which spelling of Brolli is better for you readers… Brolli or Brolly?