Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and all character names and distinctive likenesses thereof are trademarks of TOEI Animation.  Ranma ½ is copywright Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakuka, Kitty Film, and Viz Pictures.

Author’s note:  I give full credit for this fanfic’s idea to Trooper1023.  He came up with this crossover, but didn’t have time to complete it. I have his permission to modify and continue it.   The first three chapters are, for the most part, his.  I’ll take a little leave and touch them up, but from Chapter 4 on it’ll be from me.  Just wanted to let you folks in on that.  This story takes place after the Majin Buu saga.  Originally Trooper stated that it was before the saga, but I picked up some inconsitencies for it to be placed in that time period, so I straightening it out.

Now, ON THE STORY! J

DBZR1/2

Part 1: When Worlds Collide

Original concept for this fanfiction story by Trooper1023.  Chapters 1-3 revised, and story finished by M1A2Tanker.

It is a lovely morning in Japan.  Birds shake the morning dew off their backs, as their young chirp impatiently for food.  Shades are slung aside to let in the sun, which is starting to make its’ presence known to all as the early mists begin to disperse in retreat from its brilliance.   Average folks dressed, and headed for work happy, ready to do anything in Tokyo for yet one more day before the weekend began.

Sadly, the calm of the early morning isn’t going to last in a district called Nerima.  It is an average looking district, with some…not so average citizens living in a martial arts dojo.  Within moments a battle cry is heard for many blocks around…a cry of…

"RANMA YOU IDIOT!!!" Wood, and shingles shatter from the roof of the Tendo dojo as a young male sails through a hole he just made.  He is in a rather strange position, his feet tucked in close, with the soles touching.  His arms were splayed out to the sides, with the first fingers, pinkies and thumbs of both splayed out, with the thumbs at a 90 degree angle to the forefinger.  Looked rather ridiculous, yet the neighbors pay little heed…it’s nothing new to them.  Just an average day for them, as abnormal it would be to anyone new to the area.

As he disappears into LEO (Low Earth Orbit), Akane puts her favorite mallet back in hammer-space, huffs, and storms off to take out her anger and frustrations another training dummy. “That perverted jerk! I hope I never see him again!” she ground out as she entered the training area.  Akane was the youngest of the three Tendo daughters at 16, and the only one willing to maintain the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.  She was short, with a mop of dark hair that looked slightly blue.  By all accounts she wasn’t ugly, very pretty in fact, and to many of the males in Nerima, she was considered a prize.  However, the young man whom lived there, and incidentally had just been launched out through the roof, had a tendency to say the wrong things, even if he meant well, drawing her ire and her mallet many a time. 

Outside, the young man, known as Ranma, makes landfall, or, to be more precise, waterfall.  A geyser of water blasts high into the air.  Ranma isn’t seen for several minutes until she pops her head up from under the surface.  A person new to the area would have gone into shock upon seeing a handsome young man fall into a pond, and a buxom young woman get out in his place.  Then again, the same newcomer wouldn’t have known about Ranma’s affliction with a curse that turns him into a beautiful red-headed woman when splashed with cold water.  Most of the regular folks knew well that strange things happened around there, so it wasn’t a surprise to them anymore.

“DAMN! Of all the places that I could land, it HAD to be the pond! Man, that uncute tomboy could never take a joke.” Ranma hauls herself out of the pond, dripping wet, and walks over and bangs on the door of the Dojo. Kasumi pulls it open.

"Oh my! I didn’t even hear you get up, much less go outside Ranma. Would you like to come in and get some hot water?" Kasumi asks in her usual, forever-friendly manner.  The oldest of the three Tendo daughters at 19, she was considered to be the calmest, most normal of the three, and an excellent cook.  Always looking at things in a positive manner, and rather unable, it seemed, to become angry, she was a calming influence on the household; although, the others have wondered if her calmness was a sign of how dense she was, or if she was just ignoring the chaos around her.  She was the tallest of the three, with long brown hair draw up into a flowing ponytail.  Her features were just as fair as her sibling, if not more so, yet she wasn’t fought over hardly at all, which wasn’t a bad thing in her book.

Ranma barely notices Kasumis’ cheerfulness as she replies, "Thanks a lot, Kasumi." She stalks after the eldest Tendo sister. Another splash later, Ranma walks back out into the living area of the Tendo’s home. As usual, Soun and Genma are playing shogi. Feeling like hitting something, Ranma catches the leg of the chair his father is sitting on with his foot and rips it out from under the older man, who hits the floor hard.

"Boy, what is your problem?! Have you no respect for your father!?" Genma yells, more hurt than surprised, at his son.  He takes an angry swing, but Ranma dodges skillfully and retaliates in kind, knocking him through the nearest wall.

"Oh shut up, old man! I don’t wanna here from you." Ranma turns and heads back up to his room, feeling slightly better.  “At least school’s over. Now I’ve got the whole summer to do whatever I want!”

A different sun rises over a different horizon. This light falls on a different city, Satan City, on one building in particular. The words "Capsule Corp." are displayed boldly on one side of the hemisphere-like building.

A young man named Trunks stirs in his bed as the sunlight streams through his window and onto his sleeping form. Groggily, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He is about to get out of bed and get ready for school when he realizes that he’s on summer break now. “YEAH!! Finally! I though school would never end.” Trunks is about to slip back under the covers when…

"OH TRU~NKS! GET~UP!" Bulma’s singsong voice wafts through the lavender-haired half-saiyajins’ door. Bulma was the President of Capsule Corporation, the maker of cars, houses, planes, and anything else that can be created and placed into a small capsule.  She was also a highly intelligent woman in her own right, even a genius, according to some.  She was a beautiful middle-aged woman, curved and filled out in all the right places, with light green hair that simply hung down, although her hairstyles changed frequently.  Trunks groans loudly, pulls himself out of bed, and whips the door open.

"What is it, Mom? I wanna sleep some more…" he begins, then headed back into the bed and yanked the cover over his head high until his head was hidden.

"I doubt that. Better get down here and eat your breakfast. I’m quite sure you want to get your chores done BEFORE Goten decides to give up waiting for you…" Bulma never gets the chance to finish. 

"Oh yeah, that right! YES!! " Trunks eyes burst open with joy.  With a speed far beyond that of a normal ten year old, he was out of the bed bouncing around, and was heading for the door when his mom entered.

"Ahem!" Trunks stops his antics, embarrassed. "As I was saying: you may be a ten-year-old super-saiyan, but you still have to eat and do your chores. So hurry up, or Goten is going will be banging on the front door before you know it." Trunks needed no more encouragement. He bolts for the bathroom, usual black jumpsuit already in his arms. Bulma sighs, thinking, “I remember when I was that young. Oh, what I would give to be a kid again.”

* * *

In an alternate reality, a mischievous god overhears Bulma’s thoughts.  Not very big, nor overly powerful, this god was in reality nothing more than an overgrown child, using his powers for nothing more than his amusement.  “Hmm…,” he thinks, pondering, “feeling your age Bulma?  I think that something can be arranged…but not right now.  I’ve got other things to do.”  With that, the easily distracted god turned his attention to a different reality.

Farther to the east…"Well Goten, I’m surprised you managed to get up this early on your own. Too bad you can’t do this when school is in session…"

"Aw, Mom…it’s not like I try to oversleep!!  It just happens that my eyes don’t open as well on a school day.  Bye!!" Goten didn’t even wait for his mother’s response. Already in an outfit similar to his father’s, his power pole on his back, he is out the door and in the air in a flash, heading west. Chichi groans and turns to her husband, who is just now coming out of their bedroom.  ChiChi was another middle-aged woman, although not as blessed as Bulma in some respects.  Her black hair was done up into a large bun behind her head, and dressed conservatively in a yellow kimono type outfit.  She was highly protective of her sons, always wanting them to learn as much as possible, although she wasn’t nearly as obsessive about it with Goten as she had been with Gohan, her oldest son. 

"Oh Goku, do something about that boy’s attitude! It’s very unbecoming of him you know."

Goku was one of the most powerful beings in the universe, although from his behavior one would be hard pressed to see it.  He stood at 5’6”, and always had a pure, innocent smile on his face.  He wore an orange martial arts uniform, with a black and white emblem over his heart of the first martial art style he learned.  On his back was a larger emblem, naming the martial art style he learned from King Kai, the overseer of Earth and everything else in his universe.  Underneath the orange outfit he wore a dark blue short-sleeved shirt, and on his wrists he wore small blue weights.  His hair was an unruly mess, with several shocks of it pointing in several different directions.  Yet, if one looked closely, one would see that he was a strong man.  His blue shirt was tight over his chest, and his bare arms were highly toned and defined.  He was the first Saiyan to achieve the level of Super Saiyan, then considered a myth.  He had died twice before, and had fought many powerful foes.  Currently he reached a level beyond that of a Super Saiyan…twice over in fact.  Goten himself could be described as a miniature Goku.  He turned to his wife

"Don’t worry about it, Chichi. Goten’s a kid, of course he hates school…" he picks up on his wife’s rapidly darkening mood. "…but I will talk to him. He still has a need for a good education," Goku finishes quickly, not wanting to anger his wife any farther. Apparently, this is enough to satisfy Chichi, for she turns and heads back to the kitchen with a self-satisfied smile on her face. Goku blinks, and just stands there for a second. “That’s funny.  Despite the fact that I have reached a third level beyond that of a super saiyan, I am and forever will be at the mercy of Chichi. Hmm… "Who can make the strongest fighter in the Universe quake in fear? The answer: his wife!" he thought to himself, chuckling.

Back at Capsule Corp, Bulma is continuing her work on the latest project.  “Good…the extrapolations are complete on this.  Now, if I could just figure out which piece is missing from this…”

"MOM!!!" The yell startles Bulma, and she drops the gadget she was working on.

"ARGH! That son of mine! How many times do I need to tell him ‘Don’t yell across the house’?" Bulma mutters to herself. She stalks out of the lab and intercepts Trunks as he comes running up the stairs. He’s moving so fast he runs right into her. "Trunks! First you yell across the house, then you come running up the stairs! How many times do I need to tell you NOT to do either of those?!"

"Eh he, whoops…" Trunks said nervously.

"Is that ALL you have to say?"

"Ah, sorry Mom! I promise I won’t do it again!"

"Good. Now what was it you wanted to ask me?"

"I’m all done with my chores, but I can’t find my sword! Where is it?"

Bulma rolls her eyes, her hands on her hips. "That’s ‘Where is my sword, PLEASE’ to you, young man."

Trunks groans, face glowing red. "Aw, Mom! Grrr… whereismysword,‘PLEASE’?"

Bulma ignores the way her son rushed his request.  So long as he went through the motions, she was satisfied. "I put it in your father’s armor closet, Trunks. Although I wish you wouldn’t play with something that dangerous…" She turns around to head back to her lab.

Trunks doesn’t even bother to reply. He breaks into a full-out run again, heading for the closet where Vegeta stores his armor. Trunks grabs his sword and scabbard, and straps it on his back as he runs for the front door. Once outside, Trunks blasts off for the meeting place he had set up with Goten.

* * *

The sun is now up in the sky over Tokyo; it’s about nine o’clock. On a plateau just outside Nerima, Ranma is going through his normal training routine, after deciding that he needed to get away from the others for a while. Again, Ranma throws lightning-fast punches and kicks at unseen foes. In the background, sunlight sparkles strangely on the waters of the Jepoc Circle.

Many thoughts are running through the young martial artist’s mind. Ranma flashes back over the events of the previous year, the people he has met… Akane, Ryoga, Ukyou, Kuno, Mousse, Shampoo, Cologne, and everyone else he’s bumped heads with since he came to Nerima…

”Hmm… it’s been a while since a new face popped up. Funny, ever since I got here, I’ve never gone more than a month without somebody new showing up and turning my life on its head. And yet, it’s been almost two months now… past experience tells me that it’s about time for some new craziness. I’m not sure I want to know what’s next though.”  He continues his routine.

* * *

Somewhere in reality, Toltiir, the god of mischief, chuckles at Ranma’s thoughts.  “Yes, yes I couldn’t agree with you more Mr. Saotome.  You do need some more excitement.”  He thought to himself a moment, wondering what would be the best way to go about it.  As he thought, he looked around in other realities rather absently, not really looking for anything.  Then, he found just the thing.  “Oh my…a couple of super-saiyans.  Perfect!  Yes, they’ll do just nicely.”  With that, Toltiir goes into a laughing fit, although it seems rather pathetic and childish sounding.  “Oh what fun this’ll be!  I can’t wait to see what happens…ahh, and one of them is the son of the woman I listened to earlier!  Even better!  Oh yes yes, this is a great day for me!”

Goten and Trunks meet out over the remains of some destroyed islands, the ones that Cell, a powerful being using cells from the strongest fighters on Earth and created to destroy Goku, blew up to get the Androids, so many years ago.  At the time, Cell needed to merge with two more creations in order to become his most powerful form, and, having found one, made an attempt to flush out the other two so he could finish his evolution. 

"Hey Trunks! How ya been?" hollers Goten.

”A lot better, now that school’s done!" Trunks says with a grin.

"Heh, me too. So, you wanna spar some?"

"Nah, how ‘bout a race? I feel like pushing for some serious speed today."

"Okay!" Goten laughs. "Let's start on the island over there." He points at the southern-most clump of rock.

"Sure, lets go!" The both fly for the starting point of their impromptu race.

Less then a minute later, the two half-saiyajins land on a flat piece of rock, with a straight split across it. By unspoken agreement, Trunks and Goten won’t be holding back. They line up with the fissure, using it as a starting line.

"First one to waterline on the far side of the big one over there?" Goten points to the biggest of the islands, also the farthest one from them. It’s so far away that it is partially hidden by the horizon.

"Fine by me. On your mark…" The two boys begin to power up.

"Get set…" Their hair stands on end and turns to gold, while their eyes change to the color of cyan as they turn into Super Saiyans.  They both glow as they reach their max power level, the glow ringing around them with an audible sound.

"…and…… GO!!!" And they blast off, golden trails of energy follow behind from their energy glow.

* * *

"Moko… Taka… BISHA!!" The Fierce Tiger Ball, Ranma’s biggest to date, soars from his hands. It blasts up into the air, then arcs down into the water. It erupts with a flash of blue light in the center of the island Circle. Suddenly, two flashes of gold appear within it.

”Huh? What was that?” The flashes dissipate with the rest of the blast, and Ranma suddenly stiffens. “Whoa! All of a sudden, my sense is going off like crazy… weird.” He resolves to go check it out later, and being finished with his routine, turns to head home.

* * *

”Man! Trunks HAS gotten faster! But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna win! That’s MY job!” As usual, Trunks and Goten are tied in their race. Goten focuses more, and pulls ahead some, just to have Trunks do the same. Then, with an imposing BOOM, they break the sound barrier, and all over a sudden, a flash of blue engulfs Goten and Trunks. Both boys cry out in surprise, and they struggle to halt their forward progress.

"What on Earth was that?!" Trunks exclaims, instantly back to normal from being a Super Sayian. Goten also powers down, and they look around about them.

"I haven’t the faintest idea… hey! Where is everyone??"  Goten exclaims, worried.

"What do you… huh? Wait a second! I can’t feel… I can’t feel ANYBODY’S energy, except yours!"

"Yea, same here! It’s like they disappeared…"

The two boys look around. Goten notices something about the islands below them. "Hey Trunks, look at the islands down there. They’re in a circle."

"Huh?" Trunks looks down. "Funny. They were scattered mounds of rock just a minute ago. What’s going on?! Did we disappear!?"

Goten’s sense flickers. "Hmm…"

"What is it?" Trunks asks.

"I’m feeling about a dozen energy signatures. They can’t be any of our friends, ‘cause they’re weak, but they ARE there…" Goten’s voice trails off.

"Yeah, I feel ‘em now too. Come on, let’s go check them out. Maybe we can figure out where we are while we’re at it." Together, they fly off, unknowingly heading for Tokyo, and a certain cursed martial artist…

To be continued…