Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ DBZR1/2 ❯ When Worlds Collide ( Chapter 1 )

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DBZR1/2

Part 1: When Worlds Collide

By Trooper1023

Author's note: The characters of Dragon Ball Z and Ranma do not, I
repeat, DO NOT belong to me. I'm just using them in this story I wrote
for fun, NOT profit, so lets not talk about suing anyone, ok? Also,
this story takes place shortly before the Buu saga of DBZ.

-- <text> is spoken in Chinese

-- {text} is telepathic messages

-- text is thoughts

The early mists begin to disperse as the sun rises over the horizon,
ready to lend it's light to Tokyo for yet one more day. Of course, the
calm of the early morning isn't going last in a district called
Nerima. Any minute now...

"RANMA NO BAKA!!!" *CRASH*

Akane's typical yell is accompanied by Ranma's typical exit through
the roof of the Tendo Dojo. As he disappears into LEO (Low Earth
Orbit), Akane puts her favorite mallet back in hammer-space, huffs,
and storms off to go beat up another training dummy. That perverted
jerk! I hope I never see him again!

Outside, Ranma makes landfall. Or rather, waterfall. *SPLASH* ARGH! Of
all the places that I could land, its HAS to be the koi pond! Sheesh,
that uncute tomboy could never take a joke. Ranma-chan 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.

Ranma-chan barely notices. "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 fat excuse of a martial artist. *THUD*

"Boy, what is your problem?! Have you no respect for your father!?"
Genma takes an angry swing at his son, but Ranma dodges skillfully and
retaliates in kind, *POW* belting 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. 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.

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 demi-saiyajin's door. Trunks groans loudly, pulls
himself out of bed, and whips the door open.

"What is it, Mom? I wanna sleep some more..." he begins.

"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 starts dancing around.

"Ahem!" Trunks stops his antics, embarrassed. "As I was saying: you
may be a ten-year-old super saiyajin, 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 needs 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.

* * *

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! Please drop that `I wish you would do this on a school day'
act. I hate school! Bye!!" Goten didn't even wait for his mother's
response. Already in an outfit similar to his father's, his power bo
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.

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

"Don't worry about it, Chichi. Goten's a kid, of course he hates
school..." a black cloud, complete with lightning, appears over
Chichi's head when she hears this. "...but I will talk to him. He
still has 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. Goku
blinks, and just stands there for a second. That's funny. Despite
having reached the third level of super saiyajin, and being the
strongest of the Z-Fighters, 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!"

* * *

Back at Capsule Corp, Bulma is continuing her work on the latest
project...

"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. *THUMP* "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 sweatdrops 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. "That's `Where is my sword, PLEASE' to you,
young man."

Trunks groans. "Aw, Mom! Grrr... whereismysword,`PLEASE'?"

Bulma ignores the way her son rushed his request. "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 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 katas,
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 weirdly on the waters of the
Jepoc Circle.

(Author's Note: why "weirdly"? Think Bermuda Triangle, but in Japan...
hehe)

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. Oh boy, what now...?

* * *

Somewhere in reality, Toltiir, the god of mischief, is laughing his
ass off as he prepares to catapult two super-powerful saiyajin-human
hybrids into the world of a certain cursed martial artist...

* * *

Goten and Trunks meet out over the remains of some destroyed islands,
the ones that Cell blew up to get the Androids, so many years ago.

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

"A hell of 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! Hey, come to think of it, I'm feeling the same way." 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 auras flare as they go super saiyajin.

"...and...... GO!!!" And they're off... to guess where?

* * *

"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 the heck was that?!" Trunks exclaims, powering down. Goten
copies.

"I haven't the faintest idea... hey! Where is everyone??"

"What do you... huh? Wait a second! I can't feel... I can't feel
ANYBODY'S ki, except yours!"

"Crap, 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 ki signatures. They can't be any of our
friends, `cause damn 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...