Notes: chapter 11 of redefining honor will be finished and posted tomorrow. I know that I made Ranma stronger than Goku in power level in the last chapter but I assure you that will not always be the case. I realized that Ranma has no access to the kao ken so he would have to be comparable to Vegeta with out a special technique that increases his power, except for the neko ken, but I have a plan for that as well. I know I let Ryouga off rather light but I need him for the later plot.

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I do not own Ranma or DBZ; if I did, I would probably have others write for me while I enjoy the high life(miller).

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Kyuuri nervously waited for the young man to introduce himself, hoping that he would not take offense to her beaming him with the ship.

Ranma was nervous; this woman had almost stolen his trademark greeting after slamming a ship into him. He briefly thought, “Why is it that whenever I meet someone I usually get hit.” Turning his attention back into reality Ranma just floated there unsure of what to do. The woman did not seem like an enemy, though her strength seemed to rival his own. That caused him to wonder because his mother had told him that saiyans were a rare and powerful race that had few equals but this girl seemed to have as much power as him but she lacked the trademark tail. He started to think again, “She could be a Saiyan, but she lacks a tail or she could be from a different race out there it is a big universe. But if she is a Saiyan then I need to be careful because they are not a very friendly race. She could be here to conquer this planet but I do not sense any ill intent from her at all. Why is she staring at me like she is waiting for something? Hmm… Oh, crap, I have been floating here for a few minutes; she must be waiting for me to introduce myself. Man, I can’t believe that I forgot to introduce myself; I guess that is what happens when one isolates themselves for large periods of time. Crap I am still doing it.”

Ranma chuckled nervously, scratched the back of his neck and said, “I am Ranma Himura, sorry about ignoring you for a bit. It has been a few months since I have had anyone to talk to. I guess I kind of forgot you were there.”

Kyuuri just giggled after a minute she noticed that Ranma was starting to get annoyed so she said, “I’m sorry about that it is just that I haven’t had anyone to talk to for quite awhile either.”

With his curiosity perked Ranma said, “Oh, really? Well it has been awhile but if you want you could join me down there at my campsite and we could talk for a bit. I do have some questions that I want to ask you?”

Kyuuri perked up and said, “Ok, first I need to park my ship.”

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Ranma was attempting to make some tea. Normally it was something that he could do with little effort. His problem was that his grip was destroying the tea packets as he tried to grab a hold of them. It was frustrating him to no end, similar things had been happening to him for the past several days and he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

Being a martial artist of his caliber meant that he should have excellent control of his extremities but it seemed that ever since he had released the pressure point his control had degraded overnight. According to his scroll control was not supposed to be an issue because he should be able to adapt with little effort just like he did the last time he released the technique. Growling in irritation Ranma finally managed to finish preparing the tea. Now if only he could grasp the cup without destroying it completely.

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Ranma felt like slamming his head into a tree, here he was, the tea was ready but he has destroyed almost every cup that he tried to hold onto. In a pile near the bushes, there was a collection of homemade clay and wooden cups as well as a few plastic and tin ones as well.

The reason why he had so many cups was that three months is a lot of time to oneself and with no radio or other means of entertaining himself Ranma had taken whittling and pottery as a hobby. He had chosen those two after reading one of the many books he had brought with himself to the island. The book was a basic survival story about a man on a deserted desert isle; he had thought that the topic was similar enough to his own situation. He was unprepared though for how useful the book was. It not only told a story but it was detailed enough to give him plenty of ideas to keep from getting bored, hence his two hobbies.

Ranma stalked back into his tent looking for any other cups that he had laying about. As he scanned his tent, he noticed two large coconut cups that were connected via rope. Blushing Ranma remembered what he had used them for.

------------- Flashback, one month ago. -------------

Ranma was bored, he was too exhausted to continue training and he did not feel like doing any reading, pottery, or whittling. He debated to himself on whether or not he should change into something else, but then he realized that he had very few clothes.

He had left a good portion of his clothes with his mother after she gave him the Saiyan body suits and armor. That had left him with only a few of his Chinese silks, two bathing suits and a half dozen of the Saiyan uniforms. He had decided against bringing anything for his female form because they were either too girly, a result of his Ranko facade, or disguises that he wouldn’t need on an island by himself.

Not sure, on what he wanted to do Ranma stripped and donned one of his boxers and went to the beach to bask in the sun. As he lay there, his mind drifted over the past year. He remembered all the good times he had had as well as the bad times. For some reason his mind kept drifting back to the eccentric/insane principal who had a Hawaii fetish. With a grin he realized that principal Kuno would be extremely jealous of Ranma laying there in the tropics enjoying the peace and quiet.

Ranma started to compare his island to what he knew about Hawaii. Both were paradises but his was lacking in a few ways: one such way was the lack of other people but to Ranma that was a blessing because he did not want to deal with anyone at the moment. There were also the modern connivances but after a life on the road, Ranma did not mind going with out. He figured the only thing missing was the girls in the grass skirts but Ranma did not want to deal with any women at the moment.

As he, lay there staring off into the skies his mind kept drifting back to girls in grass skirts with coconut tops. One thing that total isolation does to somebody is it starts to expand ones imagination. Perhaps it is a way to keep one from going insane or it could be the onset of insanity. Either way Ranma was well on the road to join his fellow male population in regards to his fantasies. So he laid there imagining all the woman he knew wearing nothing but grass skirts and coconut tops.

Surprisingly the first woman he thought of was Ms. Hinako and her well-developed assets. He then started to picture Nabiki and Kasumi; he winced when he pictured Akane like that and quickly turned his mind to Ukyo. Nevertheless, for some reason he could only picture her wearing the skirt part, he rally did not mind that though. His mind continued to drift; eventually he started to think about his own girl form and wondered how she would look in one. For some reason he just could not see it, maybe it was because he was a guy and guy’s don’t wear grass skirts and coconut bras or it could have been that he had never worn anything like that before and had no basis on how he would look.

Ranma tried to push his thoughts away from his girl form but it was relentless and would not leave, no matter what he thought up his thoughts came back to what she would look like. After several confusing/annoying minutes, Ranma decided to do something about it.

Ranma carefully gathered all the necessary supplies and went into his small cabin. After locking the door and placing several large items in front of the door, Ranma reached out with his senses to ensure that he would not be interrupted. After calming his shaking nerves, he started to assemble the out fit never letting his guard down. About an hour later he finished, with his hands shaking he started to disassemble the mess obstructing the door so he could get some water to change forms.

After placing the new outfit in his pack and gently covering it with his other clothes, Ranma went outside to get some water. A few minutes later Ranma was back inside her cabin and replacing the obstacles in front of the door. Satisfied that the door was now secure Ranma once again reached out with her senses to make sure that there was nobody around. Once again satisfied, that there was nobody else around Ranma started to remove her clothing from her pack. Once she got down to where her new outfit was Ranma’s hands started to shake again in realization as to what she was about to do. For the first time ever in her life she was going to put on something that men fantasized about women wearing and she was doing it not because she had to but because she was curious.

After calming herself once more, she slid off her boxers and started to dress carefully making sure that she did not damage the outfit. As she finished donning the outfit, she began to search for a mirror. After all what was the point to go through all of the effort to see how she would look in a grass skirt if she did not get to see herself. With a frustrated sigh, she realized that the only mirror she had was a small shaving mirror that no matter how she angled it, it was just too small for her to see herself. She pouted for a few minutes before inspiration once again reared its ugly head. This time she took her time in removing the obstacles from the door, unconscious enjoying the feel of the rough grass skirt and the weird feel off the coconut bra against her skin. Keeping her senses on high alert, she went outside and made her way over to the crystal clear pool that she used for bathing. Once she reached her destination, she took flight and positioned herself to where she was parallel to the water.

The sight that greeted her caused her to blush at first because gravity apparently allowed no modesty. After apply a little ki into her outfit and straitening it out to where she was no longer giving herself a free show, Ranma took the time to analyze herself. Her pigtail was hanging loosely over her shoulder, the skirt was resting just below her bellybutton the coconut cups were just barely large enough to contain her ample bosom. Her overall reflection was stirring some rather disturbing thoughts to form in her head. She was not thinking about men or anything like that; no what made her thoughts disturbing was her observation on how good she looked. Before today she had never really had any appreciation for her female form, it was merely a tool to assist in her day-to-day struggles. Today though she saw it for what it was, an opportunity, maybe a blessing, or perhaps a way to understand herself a little more.

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Ranma shuddered at the memory of the understanding he had done that day, he remembered that he, she at the time had been extremely jumpy at the possibility of being discovered while doing something his former fiancée would have deemed perverted. Shrugging his more perverted thoughts out of his mind Ranma gently picked up the cups and broke the rope connecting the two.

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Ranma was sitting down at a table he had made out of scrap waiting patiently for his guest to arrive. Sensing a large ki presence approaching him Ranma stood to greet her. Moments before Kyuuri was to arrive in the clearing Ranma noticed the stockpile of broken cups laying in the open. Moving quickly Ranma attempted to gently push the broken items into the bushes; unfortunately, he was still lacking in control and accidentally sent them flying into Leo while at the same time making a rather large dirt cloud. His lungs took offense to the maneuver and he started to cough violently.

Kyuuri stepped into the clearing just in time to see a massive dirt storm kick up. After picking herself up from a face fault she said, “Sorry about that, but I had problems finding somewhere to park my ship.”

Ranma tried to act like nothing happened and started to walk over to the table. Unfortunately, his bravado was ruined by his hindered coughing mixed with his attempt at speech.

“Cough, No, Cough, Cough, problem. Cough, was, cough, just, cough, cleanin, cough, up, cough, a, cough, cough, bit.”

Looking around at the now dirt covered clearing Kyuuri raised an eyebrow and said, “I see.” Internally she thought, “Perhaps, this is some weird custom native to this planet.” Not sure, on what she was supposed to do she decided to just roll with it. Taking her foot back, a little Kyuuri brought it forward and sprayed the clearing with another layer of dirt.

This time it was Ranma that face faulted. Picking himself off the ground Ranma noticed that the tea was now nothing more than flavored mud. Not wanting to offend he muttered, “Well that could of went worse, at least she hasn’t proclaimed her undying love for me.” In a much clearer and slightly calmer voice he said, “Um, you know what I did was an accident right?”

Blushing Kyuuri said, “Well honestly, no I didn’t. I thought it was some weird alien greeting or something. I did not want to upset you so I kind of just went with the flow.”

At first Ranma just stared dumbly, that is until he remembered a set of Amazon laws that were equally as absurd. At that point, the started to loose control and proceeded to bust up laughing.

In response to Ranma’s outburst Kyuuri let out a slightly strained nervous giggle.

Coming to his senses Ranma realized a few things: one was that he was currently rolling on the ground laughing his ass off, two his guest had no clue as to why he was laughing. Three she started to look at him as if he was an idiot. With a sigh Ranma stood up, after patting down his clothes in an attempt to clean himself up a little he said, “Sorry about that, I was reminded of something from a while back.” After another glance around his campsite, Ranma sighed and said, “Well, I was going to offer you some tea but as you can see we have managed to make a rather big mess here.” Deciding to go with plan b Ranma walked over to one of his water coolers and gently lifted the lid to grab a few bottles of water while at the same time using some of his ki to ensure that the cold water did not activate his curse.

After a few failed attempts, Ranma managed to grab two of the bottles. Walking over to Kyuuri, he held one out and said, “Well since this place is such a mess why don’t we go to the beach to talk.”

Kyuuri took the offered water and followed Ranma to the beach. Once there they talked for a few hours. Kyuuri went first and told Ranma about her history and how she was looking for others of her kind. Ranma listened and was unsure of what to tell this woman, he could tell her whatever he wanted but really did not want to talk much about his past. He reached a compromise with himself; he decided to tell her that he was half Saiyan and gave her a few points of his past. He debated whether or not he should tell her about his curse; he did not want to risk being rejected.

Kyuuri was getting aggravated, Ranma had seemed nice enough but he was less than forthcoming when he was talking about himself. So far he had only told her about a ten year martial arts training journey and a few details from the past year. There was nothing descriptive about it. At first, she thought he was attempting to mislead her but then she thought that he just was not ready to trust her. She thought, “Hmm, well I know I told him a fair amount about me. I covered the destruction of my people, whom my family was, where my father sent me, how they adopted me and eventually cared for me as if I was their own. I even told him about how lonely I was growing up because almost everyone feared me. There really was not much that I left out; the only important thing that I can think of is why I came here. But I can not tell him that yet, hell I don’t even know if I want him to come with me.”

The two walked in an awkward silence for the next several minutes, neither knew what to say to the other. After awhile Kyuuri could not stand it any more, she had been alone foe quite awhile and wanted to enjoy being around people. As a plan started to form in her head, Kyuuri smiled. Lifting herself off the ground, she started to float forward only to turn around once she was a few feet in front of Ranma. With a grin she said, “Wanna fight?”

Ranma was slightly taken aback, with his arms waving in a placating manner he said, “I don’t like to fight girls that are weaker than me.”

Kyuuri frowned at Ranma’s response, with her eyes furrowed into a glare she said, “First of all, I am a Saiyan. I have spent most of my life with people hating me for it but I am still proud of my heritage. Secondly, Saiyan’s fight, it is what we do best, and even though I was not raised as a warrior I am still a Saiyan and from a powerful bloodline to boot. Lastly, that whole I don’t fight girls is a load of crap, it is a weakness, one that can be exploited and used against you. Perhaps I was wrong to come here; I was looking for a Saiyan not some half-breed baby.”

Ranma felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, wit his anger reaching his boiling point Ranma retorted, “Take that back.”

Kyuuri scoffed at him and said, “No.”

Ranma was now clenching his fists, blood started to flow slowly out from his enclosed hands. After taking a few deep breaths he said, “Take that back.”

Kyuuri smirked, she knew she would get her fight it was just a matter of pushing the right buttons. Deciding to up the ante she shot back, “Or what? Is the baby going to cry back to his mommy? Yeah that’s it you must be a momma’s boy. What’s wrong did you make a dodo in diaper?”

Ranma felt his anger cry out for vengeance, narrowing his eyes he softly said, “I’m no baby. I just didn’t want to hurt some weak girl because she didn’t know better.”

It was Kyuuri’s turn to get angry now she shot back, “Weak am I? Let me tell you something mister. This weak girl can clean your clock any day of the weak and twice on Tuesday. You are just afraid that you are going to lose.”

“No I am not, take that back.”

“No, make me.”

“Listen you stupid tomboy I don’t fight girls.”

“How dare you call me a tomboy, I’ll have you know that my body is a pillar of womanliness.”

Ranma snorted and said, “Bah, pillar of tomboyliness. I know I have seen better.”

Kyuuri was really angry now, it was one thing to pick a fight but it was entirely different when someone brought your looks into question. She growled out, “I doubt that you could of seen better, who would want to be around a jerk like you.”

With his ego getting the better of him Ranma snorted and said, “I’ll have you know that I have women throwing themselves at me left and right.” taking a few steps over to the shore line Ranma continued, “Besides, if I want to see better all I have to do is splash my self” After he finished speaking Ranma reached down and splashed himself causing his curse to trigger.

Kyuuri stood there slack jawed as Ranma walked away from the shoreline to stand just a few feet away from her. As she started to come to her senses she thought, “What the hell is this? It looks to be a full body transformation, sort of like that planet of shemales that I stumbled across awhile back. Maybe it is a weird side effect of cross breeding between different races. I guess I have seen weirder, like the blood sucking pink fluffy bunnies of Seti-alpha six.” With her full composure intact Kyuuri smirked and said, “I think I understand now.”

With a scowl on her face Ranma placed her hands on her hips and said, “Good.”

Kyuuri continued along her last line of speech absentmindedly, “Yeah I understand completely.” Seeing her reluctant opponent nod she continued, “You don’t have to worry though; I have stuff in my ship that is capable of repairing your looks once I get done with you. That way you will still be able to get a man. I did not realize that you knew about the fierceness at which a female Saiyan fights, you were just concerned about your ability to find a mate. That’s completely understandable.”

Letting her anger get the best of her Ranma yelled, “I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A MAN, I AM A MAN DAMMIT. YOU WANTED A FIGHT I’LL GIVE YOU A FIGHT. SHUT UP AND BRING IT TOMBOY.” Ranma powered up and took to the skies. Stopping several feet above the water she called out, “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted a fight, you turn chicken or something?”

As Kyuuri watched Ranma power up she thought, “Perhaps I went a little overboard. Well at least I get my fight.” Raising her own power level Kyuuri took to the skies and started to circle Ranma slowly.

Ranma smirked, she was going to put her down fast and easy, after all there is no way that this girl can beat her, Saiyan or not. Making a come-hither motion with her hand, she signaled for the fight to begin.

Kyuuri returned Ranma’s smirk and flew forward intent on delivering a two-kick combo to gage her opponent.

Ranma nearly scoffed at Kyuuri’s skill level, it seemed that while she had plenty of power and decent control she lacked any real skill above a brawler. Ranma just flew back allowing Kyuuri’s attacks to press her.

Kyuuri was getting agitated after her initial attack Ranma was just flying backwards just keeping out of range for her attacks. Biting her lip in aggravation she pulled forth some of her ki, with a shout of, “Eat this.” She launched a small beam of energy to Ranma.

Ranma was surprised that she could throw energy blasts at first because of Kyuuri‘s apparent skill level, this resulted in her being caught off guard, hit in the chest, and sent sprawling into the water below.

Kyuuri started laughing at the look of surprise that adorned Ranma’s face when her blast impacted her. Allowing her tone to cross between mocking and mirth she called out, “How’s that for a weak girl huh.”

Ranma exploded from the water with a roar; she quickly fell upon Kyuuri’s position and attempted to deliver a kick to her midsection. Kyuuri just shifted to the side, Ranma’s eyes widened as her kick not only missed but also caused her to become unbalanced.

Taking advantage of the situation Kyuuri delivered a quick series of punches to Ranma’s face. Ranma attempted to block but her arms overshot their mark and caused her to take almost the full force of the blows. Seeing the look of confusion in Ranma’s eyes Kyuuri once again pressed for the advantage. This time she attempted to kick Ranma in the gut.

Sensing the attack Ranma’s arms shot down and almost intercepted the kick before it landed, unfortunately, her arms once again missed their mark; however, they were able to grab a hold of the intruding leg on the rebound. Deciding that she needed some space to figure out what was wrong Ranma spun around still holding Kyuuri’s leg and launched her down into the water. Wanting to buy a little more time she fired two Moko takabishas in rapid succession.

Ranma fly higher in the skies as she tried to get a handle on the problem she thought, “What’s wrong with me? I know I am having problems with my control but this is ridiculous. It’s a good thing pops ain’t here otherwise, I would never hear the end of it. I don’t understand how my control is this bad, according to the scroll I should be adapting easily.” Looking around she thought, “Hey where did Kyuuri go, she should have been back by now.” Ranma was about to look above her when she rolled to the side and sent out a kick.

Kyuuri cursed when she realized she had lost the element of surprise. After dodging Ranma’s retaliatory kick, she shot forward in an attempt to tackle her opponent. Ranma sidestepped in mid air and grabbed a hold of Kyuuri as she flew past. Using the momentum she spun slightly and released Kyuuri sending her spinning into the distance. With a brief flare of power Ranma shot after her to deliver a series of punches to her opponent’s midsection.

Once again, Kyuuri managed to dodge the assault; this resulted in Ranma being off balance. Taking advantage Kyuuri delivered an elbow to Ranma’s spine.

Needing time to think again Ranma allowed herself to crash into the ocean. As she sunk into the murky bottom she thought, “Ok, I think I got it. My control is messed up because of the technique because it was only used on humans, who do not have the ability to get as strong as what I am. That explains why I keep overshooting my marks, now what can I do to correct it. There is really nothing I can do but spend the next few months retraining from the basics. But how can I defeat Kyuuri, she has a lot better control than me. My only advantage is my skill and experience, she doesn’t fight like she has any experience and the only reason she hits me is because of my lack of control.” With a gargled shout of, “I GOT IT.” Ranma turned around and flew out of the water.

Kyuuri watched as Ranma re-emerged from the water and flew up towards her position, stopping a few hundred feet away from her.

Ranma smirked evilly as her plan came together, she called out, “I think I know why you wanted to fight me so bad.”

Kyuuri raised an eyebrow and replied, “Oh yeah, why’s that?”

Ranma thought, “Perfect, now for the bait.” Clearing her throat she said, “Well, a weak unskilled girl like you obviously wouldn’t last a few seconds against a real full blooded Saiyan so you needed to make yourself feel better and come after a Halfling like me thinking that I would just be a pushover.”

Kyuuri fumed, “How dare she insult me like that, to think I actually thought he was cute. I’ll show that B$.” Unmindful of her emanate danger Kyuuri charged forward.

Ranma noticing that her ploy was working rotated herself to where she was upside down called out, “Yeah you know now that I think about it, and for a girl you have some thick thighs.”

Kyuuri started to press forward not realizing that she was slowly being led into an upside down spiral.

“Why do you have to be such a tomboy?”

As the spiral started to close Ranma whispered, “Hiryu”

“Scowling like that is going to give you wrinkles.”

“Shoten”

Just as the spiral was coming to a close Ranma said, “You know from this angle I can see down your top.”

“DIE, PERVERT.”

“Ha.”

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Ranma groaned as she awoke. She remembered the last few moments of the battle clearly. Instead of the upside, down Hiryu shoten ha like she had planned something unexpected happened. The twister did form but instead of being upside down, it stayed right side up. The difference was where as a regular Hiryu shoten ha has winds that flow upwards this one had a suction effect. It wound up sucking Ranma from were she was supposed to be safe to the point of the technique causing her to slam into Kyuuri with the full force of the technique grinding into her back. Her only option was to grab a hold of Kyuuri and send her sprawling safely away from her.

Ranma attempted to sit up but was stopped short by a soft set of hands on her chest. Shaking her head she tried to get her vision to clear up, when she heard, “Easy there that was some technique you had there. Somehow I don’t think it worked the way you wanted it to.”

Ranma half heartily shot out, “Yeah, it was supposed to knock you out.”

Kyuuri giggled and said, “Well there is always next time, right?”

Ranma let out a soft laugh and replied, “Yeah, about that. Look, I’m not that good with people, but being alone her for the past three months has helped me somewhat. I guess what I am trying to say is that I’m sorry about that. I knew that our power levels were almost equal and I was just letting my mouth run off the handle some.”

Kyuuri smiled, she might not know Ranma that well but she did know that she was a prideful individual, a common trait to most Saiyans. Helping Ranma into a sitting position she asked, “So what now?”

Ranma sat there quietly for a few minutes and softly said, “Well, I noticed during the fight that my control needs a lot of work, it’s a side effect of the technique I used to get stronger. I also noticed that you don’t seem to know much martial arts. I was just thinking you know. It would be kind of good for us if we trained together for awhile.”

Kyuuri smiled and replied, “You just want some eye candy to watch as you train.”

Ranma sputtered nervously and shot back, “Gah, no it’s not like that. I mean, ok you’re cute. Gah, I mean… but I’m a girl right now.”

Kyuuri started giggling and said, “You’re too easy you know that, besides your kind of cute when you get all flustered.”

Ranma scowled and said, “I am not cute, I am a guy.”

“Of course you are, listen how about we start over? I’m Kyuuri and I’d like to be friends.”

Notes: Ok, I thought about it for a while and I figured that I do not need to bore everybody with a lot of details about training. So next chapter will contain a brief summary of their training as well as the introduction to the DBZ cast. The skill level I was attempting to place Kyuuri at was basically a brawler due to her being raised on a planet where she would be feared y the general populace. I also figured that when a saiyan reaches a certain power level ki attacks are instinctual, that’s why Kyuuri could do one, it would also explain how Ranma had little problems when he learned the Moko takabisha so fast with out using the scroll Ryouga had. I also attempted to play up Ranma’s lack of control because I figures when someone is unused to their strength a lot of their movements become hesitant and clumsy because the person tries to over compisate.

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