The Legendary Super Saiyajin Reborn

Part 2: A Different Ranma

A Ranma ½ / Dragonball Z crossover

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

Madness is the gift that has been given to me.

            - Disturbed

            Not more than an hour from the valley of Jusenkyo lay the Chinese Amazon village. This village was home to the very proud race of warrior women, who had lived on that spot for generations. Looking at the village one would think they had been transported back in time. Most of the buildings that made up the Amazon village were of wooden construction and mainly had thatched roofs. A couple of the buildings, noticeably the ones towards centre of the village were of a stone build and of a larger scale than the surrounding buildings. The village possessed only one main dirt road leading into it. Anyone wishing to enter the village would have to pass through the main gates as this was the only entrance in the eight foot fence surrounding the Amazon’s home.

            Every year the Amazon’s held a contest of strength. All the warriors of each generation would meet in the centre to compete for prize of village champion. They would all gather round the stage and take turns in the contest until someone emerged as the champion. This stage was actually a large tree that had been felled and was suspended a few feet above the ground by thick ropes.

The village elders sat off to one side and judged the contest, making sure it was kept fair.

“So Kung-Lon, your great-granddaughter is looking like she will win this year.” Stated Lo Xian who was one of the oldest of the elders as she watched the younger girls competing for the prize.

Kung-Lon smiled. “Of course, she has lots of potential coming from my family.”

Lo Xian cackled, “Of course.”

The two sat in silence as the two combatants on the tournament log attacked and dodged at great speeds. One of the fighters made a mistake, overextending herself. The other noticed and quickly capitalised by grabbing the extended arm and threw her off the side of the log to come crashing down on her back.

“That will hurt come morning.” Lo Xian chuckled.

“A silly mistake.” Kung-Lon shook her head. “The children don’t train hard enough anymore, when we were younger the matches lasted much longer.”

“Really? Or is that they seemed to…What’s this?” Lo Xian pointed to the girl that was running towards them.

Kung-Lon glanced over at the running girl and noted who it was. “That’s Solan, she’s supposed to be on guard duty. Something important must be happening.”

The girl, Solan ran up to the elder’s seats and bowed respectfully. “Honoured Elders, two strangers entered the mists or Jusenkyo earlier.”

Kung-Lon groaned. “Damned fools, more people going to their death. The beast will have taken them.”

Lo Xian shook her head. “Nothing we can do about it girl. Go back to your duties and hope their souls find someplace to rest.”

Solan chewed her bottom lip in worry. “Honoured Elders the mists, they just vanished less than an hour ago!”

“What?” both Kung-Lon and Lo Xian exclaimed drawing the attention of the other elders near them.

“Are you sure child?” Lo-Xian questioned.

“Yes. I see it with my own eyes. Strange males go into mist. Then there was a feeling like a great battle was taking place. There was a flash and the mists faded quickly.”

Kung-Lon leaned back in contemplation. Ever since the skies have darkened above Jusenkyo over two years earlier a mist had appeared around Jusenkyo, blocking all access to the pools. The guide had disappeared and the Amazons being the nearest went to investigate. Five warriors had entered the valley to search for the guide. Only one of them returned and she had been beaten badly. She claimed a demon was living in the mist and had killed the others.

The Amazon’s not willing to risk anymore strong warriors for a lone male had returned to their village. Word later came to them that the Musk, another group of warriors that used the springs of Jusenkyo had attempted to enter Jusenkyo and had had many casualties. Soon the demon had been dubbed the beast of Jusenkyo. There had been a few half-hearted attempted to remove the demon but none had succeeded. If the mists had vanished then maybe the beast was gone as well.

“Gather me a small party. We will investigate this.” Kung-Lon told Solan.

Ranma was rifling through his backpack looking for some clothing that would be large enough to cover his new self with. Not having much luck he sighed and redid the backpack’s strings back up. Glancing over to the side he could not help but let a small chuckle escape his lips as he watched his father sitting off to the side glaring at the pools. The large panda in question was apparently attempting to boil the pools away with nothing but his eyes.

“Pops, ya gonna mope all day or should we try and find something to fix this?”

Genma grunted and continued glaring at the pools.

“Fine. I’m gonna check out the hut, might be something valuable in there.”

One of Genma’s new panda ears flickered slightly in Ranma’s direction, the only indication that he had heard his son.

“Wow, he must be really upset if the thought of getting hold of some money don’t get him moving.” Ranma stated to himself standing up and turning to face the rundown hut. Glancing back one last time he walked over the hut. Ranma took note of the fact that the door seemed as if it had been smashed open at one point. It was only barely hanging on the frame and a hole looking as if it had been punched through the door was positioned roughly at Ranma’s chest height.

Reaching his hand forward Ranma was suddenly assaulted by an image of himself standing in front of the door, pulling his hand back and then smashing the door open with his fist.

“What the hell was that?” Ranma placed one hand to his head as he stepped away from the door. Rubbing his head slowly he stepped forward and pushed the door lightly causing it to fall inwards off its hinges. A small cloud of dust rose from the ground where the door landed. This time no weird images popped into his head.

Ranma stuck his head inside the dingy hut, and looked around. The interior was dark as the only light was coming through the door and as he was standing in the way. Most of the light was blocked off casting his shadow across the far wall. Ranma found his eyes seemed to adjust to the low light quicker than they should have. He slowly looked from right to left. The interior was sparse, a couple of rickety chairs and a large table stood at one side of the hut. They were covered in a fine layer of dust; obviously they had not been disturbed for some time. There was a stone fireplace near the table. Ranma stepped into the hut and promptly smacked his head off the door frame with a loud thump.

“Ow!” Rubbing his head in embarrassment he ducked under the door and then stood up inside. “Stupid new height…” Ranma grumbled. Taking a step forward his foot hit an iron cooking pot. Ranma bit his bottomed lip in annoyance as his toes throbbed slightly. “Stupid place to put a pot.”

He reached down and just as he was about to pick up the pot he noticed a shape slumped down in the corner. Frowning Ranma stood back up and wandered over towards it. Ranma dropped slowly to one knee and realised he was looking at the mummified remains of someone dressed in a green Chinese workers outfit.

“Kami…” Ranma whispered noting the corpse’s arms and legs had been twisted into angles that the human body was not supposed to achieve. The more he looked at the body the more he was sure the person had been picked up by something big, twisted and then tossed to the side to land in the heap it was in now.

Ranma stared at the remains for a long moment. He felt he should be feeling sickened or at least queasy at the gruesome find yet he only felt a cool detachment. It was not like it was his problem.

As he got back to his feet and was turning to leave he noticed light reflecting off of something golden. He moved over to the table to find a pile of cloth and what appeared to be large golden jewellery. As he stared at the golden objects a wave of familiarity washed over him. Ranma reached out and picked up the largest piece. It was roughly a flattened triangle in shape and about two and a half feet in length and curved slightly. At the edges a long cord was fastened and looped round so it could be hung off of something, and in the centre stood a lone blue crystal.

“I know these things…” Ranma frowned while running his fingers over the familiar edges of the piece he had picked up. “I’ve seen these before…but where?”

A sudden surge of anger bubbled up inside him as he stared at what he held in his hand. The anger grew as he clenched his fist over the golden object. Growling Ranma found himself crushing the piece out of shape before throwing it across the hut.

“How dare he attempt to control me!!”

As suddenly as it materialized the anger disappeared leaving Ranma confused.

“Where’d the heck that come from?” Ranma shook his head slowly before returning to the items laid in front of him. He roughly pushed the precious metal jewellery out of the way and picked up a large pair of baggy white bottoms. They were scuffed and had a large hole over the left knee but aside from that seemed sound. Ranma was sure these did not belong to the former owner of the house due to their size. Flicking the dust off of them he held them against his legs.

“These’ll fit for the time being. I hope nobody minds me taking them.” Ranma said to himself quickly changing into them. Checking the rest of the items, hoping for a top Ranma was disappointed to only find a large piece of red cloth. Holding the cloth up the only thing Ranma could think of it being used for was curtains due to the size of it.

“What the heck did this guy want with a red curtain?” Ranma snorted dropping the cloth back on the table. Not seeing anything else of interest Ranma left the hut, this time remembering to duck under the doorway.

Outside he found his father where he had left him.

“Pops, what’re we gonna do now?” Ranma asked as he walked up to his father.

Genma who was wallowing in self-pity sighed but otherwise ignored his son. Ranma glared at his father in annoyance.

“If ya don’t move in a few seconds I’m gonna kick ya hairy butt.” Ranma warned before stepping forward and punting Genma away from the springs. Genma sailed a good twenty feet before crashing into the ground snout first. Ranma blinked in surprise at the distance his little kick had sent his father.

“I barely put anything behind that one.” Ranma blinked staring down at his foot still held at the apex of his kick.

Genma picked himself off the ground and rubbed his rear and snout together. The boy had hammered him full force! Genma was not going to let him get away with such utter lack of respect.

How dare you kick your… Genma held up a panda sign causing Ranma to stare dumbfounded at the spectacle.

“Wha?”

Genma flipped the sign around. defenceless father!

Ranma boggled as Genma proceed to flip the sign once more.

It’s time I teach you some respect boy. Defend yourself!

“Hey! How ya doing that?”

Genma ran straight at Ranma and leapt into a flying kick aimed at his head. Ranma still trying to get his head around Genma’s new sign language abilities was caught full on. Genma smirked (which is scarily hard for a panda to achieve) as Ranma’s head snapped backwards and he stumbled away.

Ranma not use to his new height tripped over his own feet in his attempt to right himself. He rolled out of the way as a large furry foot tried to stamp on him.

“That was a lucky blow old man.” Ranma growled getting to his feet and rubbing his jaw. Genma snorted before charging Ranma once again. This time Genma threw a punch aimed at Ranma’s midsection. Ranma easily blocked the blow before automatically backhanding Genma who was sent skidding across the ground raising a cloud of dust. Genma halted himself before revaluing Ranma.

‘The boy’s hitting far harder than ever. It must be all that extra muscle Jusenkyo gave him.’ Genma frowned looking over his change son. ‘So…he must be slower now.’

Ranma was slightly confused and more than a little worried. He had wanted to duck the punch and swipe his father’s legs out but instead his body had reacted completely differently, blocking the blow and retaliating with a hard backhander. Something was off with this; surely his training and muscle memory should cause him to fight the same way he always had.

Genma took note of Ranma’s distraction and rushed forward and attacked with a multitude of quick punches knowing that if Ranma was slower he would not be able to block every blow. Ranma smirked as he easily blocked each blow Genma was sending in his direction, much to his father’s surprise.

“What’s the matter Pops? You’re getting old and slow.”

Genma changed his tactics suddenly, he faked a punch and Ranma fell for it leaving an opening in his defences which Genma capitalised on. Ranma realised too late what was going on and tried to close the hole in his defence but only half succeeded due to his new form. Genma tagged Ranma in abdomen causing him to double up slightly, more in surprised than pain. Genma followed through with a small jump taking him level with Ranma’s head and kicked him in the side of it.

Ranma grunted as his head was slammed to the side. Growling in anger he reacted instinctively. Genma had not even landed before Ranma suddenly lashed out to grab his father by the throat in a single handed choke hold. Genma struggled, his feet kicking harmlessly in the air as he held onto his son’s forearm in an attempt to break the hold.

Ranma grinned sadistically as he held his father helpless. He squeezed slightly causing Genma to claw at Ranma’s arm in panic as his air supply was cut off. Ranma found himself amused at Genma’s struggles like some kid who liked pulling wings off of insects.

‘So easy…it would be so easy to just snap his neck.’ This thought snapped Ranma out of his strange mindset causing him to drop Genma in shock.

“What the hell am I doing?” Ranma whispered as he looked at his hands and then at his father who lay gasping for breath.

End part 2