Disclaimer: I wish I owned these two series. Takakashi-san 
and Toriyama-san retain those rights. Those lucky bas . . . .  
*Incoherent muttering*

A True Saiya-jin
A Ranma ½/ Dragon Ball Z Crossover
By Hawk

Note: This chapter is a summary of Ranma’s life up to the point 
where Ranma arrives at the fight in the prologue. Things will occur 
differently in this because Ranma’s attitude will be different as well 
as his speed and strength. 

Chapter 1 - A Different Tail

Ranma age 10:

	Genma muttered angrily as he stomped away from his and 
his sons camp site. Today had been the fifth day in a row that 
Rama had cried about wanting to see his mother. He had no clue 
what had gotten into the boy, but five days earlier, he’d just 
started crying. Well, it wouldn’t do to have the greatest fighter in 
the World to also be a cry baby! 

	Genma continued his path through the forest, brow 
furrowed as he thought of the many problems Ranma had already 
caused him. Lack of food. Lack of sleep, thanks to the crying. 
Lack of peace. His anger was starting to seriously take over and if 
Ranma didn’t shut up soon there would be hell to pay. 

	The sound of thunder crashed above him in the sky. 
Blinking once, Genma looked up in confusion at the bright blue 
sky. 

	“What the hell . . .?” he muttered staring at the sky which 
was quickly being covered by darkness. The black clouds 
continued across the sky till non of the blue he’d seen earlier was 
visible. “Great . . . . rain!” Genma shouted up at the clouds and 
roaring thunder.

	But nothing fell. Genma blinked once as the sky roared 
with thunder and lightning. He sighed and restarted his walk 
through the now pitch black forest. 

	*Perhaps an omen?* Genma thought, a wise expression 
crossing his face, of the darkened sky. *Maybe the Ma-master’s 
gotten free! Maybe that’s what this means!* he thought, his face 
turning frantic. He started running as fast as he could back to the 
camp but tripped over an dislodged root. 

	He stumbled to his knees, before rolling over and banging 
his head on a nearby rock. The anger inside boiled to his brink. 
The lack of food! The crying! The stupid engagements! The lack 
of sleep! The lack of money! It all lead up to one thing in his mind. 
The boy!

	Clutching his head, Genma screamed as loud as he could. 

	“I JUST WISH MY BOY HAD WHAT IT TAKES TO 
BE THE BEST FIGHTER SO HE’D STOP BEING A PUSSY! 
THAT’S ALL I WANT!” All went quiet. “And some money, 
food, maybe some better shelter would be nice,” he added as an 
after thought, rubbing his chin. “Perhaps a shave . . .”  

*********

	Pilaf cackled as the great Shenron hovered in front of his 
insignificant self. Finally! After a year of searching he’d relocated 
all the Dragon Balls and could finally make his wish! He was ready 
to rule the World. 

	Beside him laughed Mai and Shu, his two faithful servants. 
After five more minutes of evil laughter, Pilaf started coughing and 
hacking over loss of air intake. Mai and Shu stood watching him, 
each sporting a large sweatdrop. 

	Shenron looked on very unamused. 
	
	Wiping the drool from the corner of his lip, Pilaf took in a 
deep breath, regaining himself. Glancing up at the towering, 
massive, green scaled and coiled dragon, he gulped quite audibly. 

	“I Do Not Have All Day . . .” Shenron stated loudly and 
clearly, his voice sounding like thunder. 

	“Hah. . .” Pilaf laughed nervously to himself, Mai and Shu 
standing where they were, just plain staring up at Shenron in awe.  
“Right! I wish to be the King and almighty ruler of the worl-!” Pilaf 
shouted as loud as he could at the massive green beast.

	“Wi-. . .” Shenron started.

	“d!” Pilaf finished before breaking out into another set of 
evil laughter. 

	“sh Granted. . .” the dragon concluded then began glowing 
a bright yellow, the light blinding those who looked upon it 
momentarily. The light pulled inward, as if being sucked into a 
vacuum before 7 glowing balls appeared in it’s place. The balls 
floated in a circle for a moment before bursting apart, each one 
headed in a different direction. 

	Pilaf continued to laugh, his voice being carried away in 
the night air. Mai and Shu remained where they were, each 
glancing curiously at the spot Shenron had been.  For some 
reason, what just occurred didn’t quite happen right.

	Pilaf continued to laugh at the sky, the world. He owned it 
all!

*********

	Genma blinked as the sky cleared abruptly, the thunder 
and lightning dispersing. He stood where he was, still clutching his 
head, eyes wide. It was silent . . . so silent . . . he turned around 
and glanced at his son. 

	Ranma lay sprawled on his back, out cold.

	Shrugging indifferently, happy the boy had shut up, Genma 
unrolled his sleeping bag and quickly went to sleep. 

*********

	“Ow . . .” were the first words that exited the young 
martial artists mouth. Having slept on the rocky ground all night 
could have that affect on someone, but something else was 
bothering him. It felt like he was laying on his arm, bending it the 
wrong way.  The thing was, the pain wasn’t originating in his arms, 
but in his lower back. More precisely, right above his butt. 

	He rolled over immediately, sighing in relief as the pain 
dimmed slightly. He reached behind him, grabbing the aching body 
part and attempted to rub the pain away. What he hadn’t been 
expecting was the limb to feel rough and hairy. 

	Blinking the tears of pain away, Ranma looked over his 
shoulder, getting a better look at his brand new tail. Brand new 
tail!? He smiled as it wagged back and forth, as if greeting him.

	*Tail!?* Ranma thought after regaining his senses. He 
quickly hopped to his feet, the tail automatically wrapping around 
his waist.  He grabbed the tail tightly and pulled, trying to rip it off 
of his waist. 

	“Ow!” His arms went up above his head, tears stinging his 
eyes. Bringing his hand back to his tail, he slowly started 
massaging it. Sniffling a little bit, he quickly made a note to himself 
that squeezing the tail felt really bad. He felt like crying once again, 
but something inside of him seemed to tell him not to. Tell him that 
he couldn’t cry. It wasn’t allowed. Ranma shook his head, wiping 
the snot out from under his runny nose. 

	He was suddenly kicked upside the head, falling 
unconscious.

	“Neko-ken! Just you wait, boy! You’ll be a great martial 
artist yet!” Genma exclaimed as he proceeded to tie his son up 
with rope. “Now all I need is to dig a hole and find some cats . . .”

*********

	Genma growled under his breath. “Boy . . .”

	 “The chain just broke! All I did was stretch a little!” 
Ranma shouted at his father. 

	Genma rubbed his forehead. First the rope had snapped. 
Then the rope he’d tied Ranma in again snapped. Now the chains 
he’d tied Ranma up with had snapped. Maybe he should just 
make the boy jump into the pit on his own. 

	“Dad? Why were you wrappin’ me up like that?” Ranma 
asked curiously.

	“Ranma, come over here, son,” Genma said, motioning 
Ranma over toward the pit. “You want to be a great martial artist 
right?”

	“Yeah! I wanna be the bestest!” Ranma shouted happily. 

	“You want to make your mother proud right?” Genma 
asked eagerly. *Please say yes!*

	“Yeah! I wanna make momma proud!” Ranma shouted, 
determination filling is high pitched voice.

	“Then jump into that pit!” Genma exclaimed happily, 
quickly wiping Ranma down with catnip. 

	“Ok!” Ranma cried before jumping into the pit.

	“Whatever you do, boy! Don’t attack the cats back! Just 
sit back and enjoy!” With that said, Genma quickly covered the 
hole and sat back to wait for the result. 

	An hour later Genma would remove the lid and find his ten 
year old son standing on shaky legs, millions of lacerations across 
his young body. He was still awake, eyes wide, the cats circling 
him.

	30 minutes later, Ranma would jump back into the pit, 
body still covered with cat scratches. 

*********

	Genma pulled his son out of the pit for the 5th time. He still 
hadn’t learned it! The frustration was killing him and the training his 
boy. “One more time . . .” he muttered, holding his barely 
conscious son in his arms.  

	After wrapping Ranma in a sufficient amount of fish 
sausages, Genma once again dropped his son into the dark pit, 
placing the lid over the top. He moved back to the rock he’d been 
sitting on an waited, for what he planned to be the last time. And it 
was.

	His sons screams ceased after 15 minutes, the only sound 
emitting from under the lid being that of the cats calling. 

	Genma rose to his feet quickly, praying his son wasn’t 
dead. What would he tell Soun!? He reached the pit in two short 
jumps, but before he could remove it a loud cry gushed out. A 
blinding light broke through the edges of the top, forming a white 
funnel before the lid was blown completely off. Genma was 
thrown off his feet and onto his back as white and black blur 
streaked into the air. 

	Landing on all four feet, Neko-Ranma let out another cry, 
drops of blood dripping from every open scratch on his body. 
Sniffing the air, Neko-Ranma slowly walked toward his father and 
sat in front of him. 

	Tears nearly fell from Genma’s eyes as he looked upon his 
son. Master of the Neko-ken and only 10 years old! Looking 
Ranma over, he easily noted that his son was faintly glowing white. 
He shrugged it off as being a side affect of the technique. He was 
so proud! So proud in fact, he was going to go make himself 
something to eat. 

	With thoughts of food on his mind, Genma quickly 
bounded off.	

	Neko-Ranma blinked once, wondering why the fat man 
had just left. Then he fell unconscious, tipping over onto his side.
	  	
********* 

	Ranma woke up unable to open his eyes, his body 
screaming in pain. He shuddered violently where he lay. “Otousan 
. . .” he called weakly, his voice hoarse and dead. 

	His small, blood covered arm reached out slowly, shaking 
endlessly. Cut along his eyes lids saw to it that his eyes remained 
closed, scratches were everywhere along his face, covering nearly 
every inch of the rest of his body. 

	“Otousan . . .” he called out once again, only to receive no 
answer. 

	An old, craggily sounding voice answered. “Here. Eat 
this,” the voice said placing a small, round object in Ranma’s hand. 
“It will make you feel better. Whenever you need major healing, 
shout out the word ‘senzu’ and one of these will fall from . . . uh . . 
. the heavens! Yeah, that’s it!” 

	“Senzu . . .” Ranma said repeating the word slowly. Using 
all the remaining strength in his body, he dragged his hand to his 
face, pushing the object into his mouth with the palm of his hand. 

*********

	“You’re going to help this boy?” Kami-sama asked the 
abnormal looking feline standing in front of him. 

	Korin looked at the old Namekian. “I see great potential 
in that _boy_, who’s name is Ranma. He could be a valuable ally 
in the future,” the talking cat, who for once isn’t associated with 
Sailor Moon, explained sternly. 

	Kami-sama let out a deep breath through his nose. “So . . 
. how did you find out?”

	“Baba Yaga.”

	Kami-sama nodded, his facial expression turning deathly 
grim and sorrowful.
  
*********

	One year later: 

	“I wanna go home, Otousan!” Ranma shouted angrily, 
hands clenched at his sides.

	 “We’re not going home and that’s final!” Genma shouted 
back, kicking at his son. 

	Ranma hopped back, quickly dodging the attack, landing 
about 10 feet away. “I wanna see Okaasan!” he screamed, his 
small pigtail rising upward on it’s own accord. A few strands of 
hair also rose as Ranma’s anger grew. 

	Genma took notice of this quickly. Over the past year 
he’d watch as his son had steadily changed. He hair had become 
thicker, spikier, and his rattail was now long enough to be a pigtail. 
Which it was. He’d grown taller as well, almost 5'2. Arms and 
legs had grow a little larger, mainly from the muscles he’d been 
putting on. The boy even had a couple abs!

	*I’m so proud! What a great teacher I am!* Genma 
thought, ego expanding like a balloon. He was still wondering 
where his boy had gotten that hairy looking sash though. It seemed 
to have grown larger from when Ranma had first found it.

	Ranma noticed his father staring off into space and jumped 
at him, punching him hard in the gut. He smiled to himself as the 
larger man went down. “Okaasan!” Ranma shouted kicking his 
father in the face.  

	Genma groaned loudly.

	Ranma took that as his acceptance before grabbing his 
fathers hand and dragging him along the ground. 

	About 30 minutes later, Ranma realized that he had no 
clue where he was going. 

	“Otousan? Where’s Okaasan?” Ranma asked of his 
father. 

	 Genma groaned, covering his sore stomach with his free 
hand. 

*********

	Ranma hopped up and down in front of the door, Genma 
standing quietly behind him. Okaasan! He was finally going to see 
Okaasan again! He knocked on the door. Then knocked again. 
And again. And again. He kept knocking until Genma smacked 
him in the back of the head.

	End result: Ranma continued knocking as Genma rubbed 
the pain out of his hand. 

	“I’m coming! I’m coming!” a woman voice called sweetly 
yet tiredly at the same time. 

	The door opened, a woman dressed in a stunning kimono 
who looked to be in her early 20's on the other side. With dark 
purple hair, she stood about 5'5, her body filled with graceful 
curves. Any normal man would have drooled at the sight. Well, 
Genma did. 

	Ranma wasted no time latching onto the woman, causing her 
to sprawl backward. She screamed as she tripped over her own feet, 
but stopped when she didn’t hit the floor. The young boy had caught 
her some how, while still holding onto her. She looked up at the 
man standing in the door, eyes wide. 

	“Genma . . .?”

	“Ah . . . hi?” the chubby martial artist said weakly.

	She looked at the boy attached to her side, his eyes 
closed, face that of pure bliss. “Ranma . . .?” 

	“Okaasan,” the pigtailed boy whispered happily, snuggling 
his mother with his face. 

	Tears began falling from Nodoka Saotome’s eyes. 

*********

	That night Ranma wondered why his mother and father 
were making so much noise in their room. It sounded like he was 
wrestling with her. *Is that how you’re supposed to greet 
Okaasan when you come home?*

*********

	The Saotome men left the house at the crack of dawn the 
next morning. 

	“Otousan?” Ranma asked his father as they walked away.

	“What, boy?”

	“Why’re we leaving?” 

	“Because there is still much to be learned.”

	“Oh . . . Why didn’t we tell Okaasan?”

	“I left her a note.”

	“Oh . . .” 

	A long silence followed.

	“Otousan?” Ranma asked.

	“What!?” Genma snapped.

	Ranma cringed slightly but asked his question anyway. 
“Were you wrestling with Okaasan last night?”

	“Uh . . .”

	Ranma scratched the back of his head. “And why? You 
told me girls were weaker than men, so why would you fight with 
her? You coulda sparred with me if you wanted to fight, you 
know.”

	“Uh . . . boy . . . you see . . . birds and bees . . . they have 
. . . sex,” Genma said lamely.

	“Oro?”
	 
*********
	
	3 weeks later Nodoka would awake in the early morning, 
her stomach screaming at her to hurl.

*********

	3 years later:

	“Hey Oyaji!” a 14 year-old Ranma shouted to his ever 
growing obese father. 

	“What is it, boy?” Genma called from where he meditated 
on his head, up on a thick tree branch. 

	Ranma looked up at his father. His father still amazed him 
at times. Though he could do that easily, it was a shock to him that 
his father could. “Don’t ya think it’s time we visited Okaasan?”

	“No.”

	Ranma’s eyes narrowed, his pigtail rising up, floating up, 
the three thick, spiky strands of hair over his forehead as well.  

	Genma swallowed loudly, nearly losing his balance. “Did I 
say ‘no’? Ha! That’s not what I meant!”

*********

	“Ranma! My how you’ve grown!” Nodoka shouted 
gleefully as she hugged her boy. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” 

	Ranma hugged his mother back, head lay content on her 
shoulder, now standing the same height as her. “I’ve missed you 
too, Okaasan.”

	Releasing her son for a moment, she turned to her 
husband. “Genma! I have a surprise for you!” she cried happily. 

	Genma blinked audibly. “What . . .?” he asked slowly, 
cautiously. 

	“Ranko! Come here, dear!”  She called back into the 
house. “Daddy is home!”

	“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” a tiny voice called repeatedly 
before a small 3 year-old with long, curly crimson hair ran into the 
room. She stopped and looked at her mother who beamed back 
at her. 

	Ranma turned to Ranko, eyes wide. *Who the hell is 
this?!*

	Genma looked at Ranko. *What the hell is that!?*

	Ranko looked at Genma then at Ranma. She looked back 
at Genma, before turning to Ranma. He looked much more fun, 
and very funny with his face being all funny like that. 

	Ranma shouted out loud as the small girl latched onto him, 
holding onto him tightly. “Wha?! Hey, leggo!”

	“Daddy!” Ranko exclaimed happily, closing her eyes and 
smiling in content. 

	A large sweat drop appeared on each of the heads of 
Ranma, Genma and Nodoka. 

*********

	1 year later: 

	Ranma smiled as he walked home, Ranko riding on his 
shoulders. She’d just turned four, a couple weeks after he’d 
turned 15, so the past weeks had been a time of great celebration. 

	Ranko giggled happily as she rode upon her older brothers 
shoulders. Even though she knew he was her brother, she still 
considered him to be her replacement father. He spent all his free 
time with her, playing games and teaching her neat tricks.

	They’d been together for the whole year, hardly apart 
from one another. Always spending time with each other. Many 
times she’d enter his room at night, asking to sleep in his bed 
because she’d had nightmares. Ranma would let her sleep in the 
bed while he slept on the floor, not minding as he was quite used 
to it.  

	As he entered the house, he came face to face with his 
father. “What is it, pop?”

	Genma presented Ranma with his backpack. “We’re 
going again. We’ve been here to long already,” he explained 
sternly.

	“What?! I don’t wanna leave! Can’t we just finish my 
training here?” Ranma argued angrily.

	“No! There’s still a lot you have to learn!” Genma replied 
giving Ranma a glare. 

	Ranma’s glare faltered a little. He could easily beat his 
father to a pulp right there and then, but he too knew, that there 
was much more to be learned. There always was. 

	Ranko complained when Ranma pulled her off his 
shoulders and placed her on the floor. He knelt down so he was 
level with her, looking into her crystal blue eyes. “Ranko . . . I 
have to leave.” He sighed.

	“What? Where are you going, Shuuto?” Ranko asked, 
calling Ranma by his nickname.

	“Training. I have to go train again,” he answered 
soothingly.

	“When will you come back?” she asked, a lone tear 
running down her young face.

	“I don’t know, Youjo,” Ranma replied, wiping the tear 
away and smiling kindly at her naivete.  

	“Can I come with you?” Ranko asked suddenly, sounding 
quite eager.

	Ranma blinked and looked up at Genma who smacked 
him on the head. He turned back to Ranko, expression sullen. 
“Sorry, Youjo, I don’t think this type of thing is for you. Besides! 
Who’ll keep Okaasan company if you come with us?”

	Ranko slumped in defeat, falling back onto her rump. Her 
lips formed a pout, then a frown, and tears began falling faster. “I 
don’t want you to go!” she cried, wiping the tears away with her 
arms. 
		
	 Genma sighed. God he hated this emotional stuff. “I’ll be 
outside . . .” he said walking out the door.

	Ranma gathered Ranko into his arms, hugging her as 
gently as he could, for fear he might break her in two. Sometimes 
he didn’t even know his own strength. “Don’t worry, Youjo. I’ll 
come back. I promise.” He smiled brightly at his younger sister, 
wiping her cheeks clean. 

	“Promise?”

	“Promise. And you know us Saotome’s.”

	“We always keep our promises,” the two said in unison, 
before sharing a short laugh.

	Standing up, Ranma went in search of his mother.

*********

	4 months later: 

	“Damn you, Saotome! That last piece of curry bread was 
mine and you know it!” one Ryouga Hibiki shouted loudly at his 
pigtailed opponent.

	“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re too slow!” Ranma called 
back, a confident smirk riding his lips. 

	“That’s the final straw, Saotome! Prepare to die!” Ryouga 
exclaimed moving himself into a rather sloppy fighting stance. 

	Ranma blinked *Die? This is the first time anyone’s ever 
said that. He must be really pissed.* he thought before shrugging 
his shoulders. “Oh well. Might make the fight much more better.” 
He smiled, anticipating a great fight to come. 

	Without letting Ranma prepare himself, Ryouga leapt at 
the pigtailed boy. He threw a punch. Then another. And another, 
adding a couple kicks to the mixed. 

	Ranma sidestepped each punch, stepping backwards as 
well. Jumping over Ryouga’s errant leg, he kicked the yellow and 
black clad boy in the chest.

	Ryouga went flying off his feet, across the yard, through a 
tree, and into the lunch halls wall. 

	Ranma’s shoulders slumped. 

*********

	Three weeks later: 

	“Like that?” Ryouga asked as he finished a simple looking, 
yet actually quite complicated kata. 

	“Pretty close,” Ranma replied. “You missed a couple of 
steps,” he reprimanded.

	Ryouga growled under his breath. If Ranma weren’t 
teaching him how to fight better . . .   

	“Hey, don’t be sore at me! You want to be able to beat 
me right?” Ranma asked seriously yet in a slightly annoyed tone.

	“Yeah . . .” 

	“Well, I want someone who can actually provide me with 
a decent match. Now try it again.”

	*Stupid jerk . . .* Ryouga thought. He’d show Ranma! 
He’d defeat Ranma one day and prove how much better a fighter 
he was. 

*********

	One year later: 

	“Here sirs, we come to the cursed springs of Jusenkyo,” 
the Chinese guide said indicating to the numerous amount of pools 
which donned the valley.  

	“This is it, boy. Are you ready?” Genma exclaimed smiling 
broadly. 

	“This place ain’t so impressive,” Ranma muttered eyeing 
the valley of springs wearily. 		

	“You very strange ones, yes? This place very dangerous. 
No body use now. Is more than 100 springs here and each one 
have tragedy,” the guide explained hoping to get his point across. 

	“Ranma! Follow me” Genma shouted leaping up and onto 
one of the many bamboo poles. 

	“Right behind ya!” Ranma called jumping onto a pole 
opposite of his fathers. 

	“Ah, Sirs! What you doing!?” the guide yelled frantically. 
“I no finish my tragic story!”

	“I wont go easy on you,” Genma said quietly adopting a 
offensive stance.  

	Ranma chuckled. “And that’s gonna make any 
difference?” he replied taking up an offensive posture of his own. 

	“Please sirs! Very bad you fall in spring!” the guide 
shouted. 

	If anything, the two martial artists took those words as a 
signal to begin. Genma leapt into the air, followed moments later 
by Ranma. A couple of blow later, the two landed on the others 
original pole. The two jumped at each other again, this time with 
Ranma kicking Genma in the back and into an adjacent pond. 

	Landing on another pole, Ranma waited for his father to 
resurface by taunting. “What’s the matter pop? We done 
already?” 

	That never happened as a rather large panda did instead.
	
	“Wha-what the hell!?” Ranma shouted in confusion, 
already losing his balance. 

	“That spring of drown panda!” the guide called from 
below. “Very tragic legend of panda that drown in spring two 
thousand years ago. Now whoever fall in spring take body of 
panda!” 

	Landing on a pole, the panda immediately launched itself 
at the gawking boy. Being smacked in the back of the head, 
Ranma flew towards a different pool than his father, eyes and 
mouth still wide.  

	“Cra-”>Splash<		

********

	Raditz laughed weakly, yet it still managed to come out 
loudly. “You fool >cough< this thing on my face doesn’t >cough< 
just give power levels,” he said with a grin, blood running down 
from his lip. 

	“What do you mean?” Piccolo asked, startled by this new 
development.

	Coughing, Raditz explained hoarsely, “They’re also 
communicators. Right now, >cough< two saiya-jins, more 
powerful than me are listening. Heh, knowing them, they’ll be here 
for those dragon balls you talked about >cough< they’ll just wish 
me back to life . . . Heh! I’d say you’ve got about a year, then you 
>cough< and everyone else you know will be dead!” The dying 
saiya-jin warrior gave one final laugh before slumping to the 
ground, lifeless. 

*********

	Ranma, currently male, strode into the village confidently, 
followed by his panda father and eager looking Chinese guide. 
He’d used his ki to disintegrate any water that came near his 
person, making sure his curse wasn’t activated. He couldn’t 
believe his terrible luck. How could such a curse be place on him? 
It wasn’t fair dammit! It made him look like a complete fool! A 
weakling!

	Many wrinkled female faces turned to the newcomers, 
having sensed a powerful aura among them. Every aged eye stared 
at the boy that strolled purposely, and quite angrily into the village. 

	Ranma took note of the two women fighting on top of the 
large log, watching their skirmish for a little. “Pathetic . . .” he 
muttered as he watched the purple haired girl take an advantage 
over her opponent. 

	“Really? Would you care to prove yourself?” a decrepit 
voice asked behind Ranma. 

	Ranma whirled around, his arm sweeping the area that had 
been behind him at an incredible speed. To his surprise, his fist 
failed to connect with anything. 

	“You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. You could get 
hurt,” he said looking the small, wrinkled covered woman in the 
eye. *How’d she manage to sneak up on me like that . . . I didn’t 
even sense her coming!*

	Cologne stared at Ranma’s semi-flaming fist. “Yes . . . I 
can see that,” she replied warily, having just avoided his fist. *The 
boy has amazing speed . . . but it could be much better.*

	“And ‘no’. I would not care to prove myself,” Ranma 
growled angrily, the ki around his fist vanishing as he moved it 
back to his side. 

	Cologne stared the boy in the eyes, letting him know she 
was not afraid of him. She was impressed that the boy kept and 
held her gaze. “A tail?”

	Ranma’s tail twitched. “You noticed,” he replied simply. 

	“Kind of hard not too . . .” Cologne said cooly.

	“You’re the second. Neither my mother or father have 
really taken notice of it. They believe it’s a sash,” Ranma explained 
calmly, his tail unwrapping around his waist and hang down limp.

	“Who is the other?”

	“My younger sister . . .” 

	Cologne nodded. “Yes . . . but she does not have a tail 
herself, I know this.”

	“Yeah . . . so?” Ranma asked cautiously.

	“I have heard from a friend of mine that another boy with a 
monkey’s tail was about . . . I didn’t believe it until now,” Cologne 
asked before breaking eye contact. “Tell me. Is your name, by 
chance, Goku?” 

	“No. What do you know about this?” Ranma queried, his 
tail waving back and forth. 

	They were cut off as a loud voice began shouting angrily in 
Chinese. Looking over, they both gazed upon the purple haired 
girl shouting at the giant panda. 

	“Is that your panda?” Cologne asked, raising a white 
eyebrow at Ranma.

	“Yeah . . . sorta . . . unfortunately . . .”	 

	Cologne grinned.

*********

	“Bringing Ranma back from China. 
				Saotome.”

	Soun read the postcard again, tears streaming down his 
face as old memories of his friend raced through his mind. “At last! 
Ranma is coming! How I've waited for this day!” Soun quickly 
wiped his eyes clean.

	Soun wasted no time in calling his three daughters Kasumi, 
Nabiki and Akane down to the living room. As they knelt in front 
of him, waiting for him to speak, Soun noted that while Nabiki was 
dressed in a kimono, and Kasumi in her usual yellow dress, Akane 
was still in her training gi, fresh from the dojo. He considered 
saying something to her about it but since he himself was wearing a 
gi, he supposed it would be alright, after all this was Genma 
Saotome, not the emperor of japan.

*********

	“I’m Ranma Saotome. Sorry ‘bout all this,” Ranma said as 
politely as he could, looking over the Tendo family. “My father 
here,” pointing at the panda next to him, he added, “is a big dumb 
idiot.” 

	“Growf!” Genma argued. 

	“Shut up, Oyaji.”

	“Ah . . . excuse me for interrupting, but . . . is that a tail?” 
Nabiki asked, staring wide eyed the long and brown haired 
object.

	“Yes. Thank you for noticing,” Ranma replied simply and 
dumbly. 

	The three Tendo daughters ogled the hairy limb silently. 

	Sighing deeply, Ranma replied to their silence. “I can’t 
remember.”

*********

	1 week after Ranma’s arrival:

	“Stupid Kuno . . . I wish he’d just learn to give up!” 
Ranma growled as he preformed a kata of extreme complication. 
Of course, the fact that he was doing it on the chain-link fence 
while walking home didn’t really say anything much about said 
kata to the public.  

	“He seems to really like your female side. Even when 
you’re beating him to a pulp in it,” Nabiki commented lazily, while 
smiling within. Boy was Kuno making her a fortune.   

	“Yeah, well-” Ranma’s arm lashed out, grabbing the red 
umbrella before it could impact with his skull, “it’s really getting on 
my nerves.”

	“I’ve found you at last, Ranma! This time you’re not 
getting away from me!” a figure down the street shouted angrily.

	“Hey, Ryouga! Long time!” Ranma exclaimed, throwing 
the umbrella back.

	Ryouga caught his umbrella easily, holding it by his side a 
moment later. “You and me, Ranma! Right now!” he called before 
charging full speed at the pigtailed boy.

	Smiling despite his current annoyance, Ranma leapt from 
the fence and at his attacker. “Hope you’re ready, Ryouga! I’m 
expecting a challenge from you now!”

	Whatever people happened to be walking that street 
quickly cleared, making room for the two oncoming martial artists. 
Most left the scene, paying it no mind, while others stayed to 
watch. Akane and Nabiki, were of course part of that group.

	Ryouga started the reunion with a punch, aiming for 
Ranma’s face. The attack came fast. Faster than Ryouga’s usual, 
Ranma leaping to the side to avoid it.

	The crowd rushed out of the way as Ranma flew past, into 
the fence and bounced off, soaring straight at Ryouga’s side. The 
lost boy lashed out with a kick which Ranma flipped over in mid 
flight, landing behind Ryouga. 

	Ranma punched at Ryouga’s head twice, the first being 
dodged and the second ducked under. Shouting in surprise, 
Ranma flew back and landed on his butt as Ryouga’s uppercut 
caught him by surprise. Ranma shook his head, blinking at his 
rival/student. “Hey! You actually managed to hit me!” he called 
happily.

	“Shut up!” Ryouga shouted, embarrassed, jumping at 
Ranma again. 

	Ranma rolled backwards and onto his feet, avoiding 
Ryouga’s drop kick. He leaned back, dodging the lost boys 
roundhouse before kicking up with his own leg. 

	Ryouga flipped backwards, barely dodging the kick. 
Reaching up, he quickly pulled three bandanna’s off his head, 
throwing them at his rival.

	Lashing out, Ranma’s right hand caught all three 
bandanna’s easily, spreading them out like a fan in his fingers. He 
grinned wickedly before throwing them back. 

	Clenching his teeth, Ryouga pulled his arm back and 
screamed loudly as he swatted the bandanna’s out of the air, all 
three exploding on contact. He grinned as the three clouds of dust 
around him floated to the ground. “You’re not the only one who’s 
learned how to use their ki, Ranma. The day after you left, I threw 
myself into my training. Non stop. All day and night,” Ryouga 
explained steadily.

	Ranma’s eyes narrowed. “Good. That’ll just make this 
fight all the better.”
	
	Ryouga leapt at Ranma, screaming loudly, his fist covered 
with a flaming red ki. His fist smashed into the ground, and through 
it as Ranma jumped away.

	Hopping back at Ryouga, Ranma began throwing a flurry 
of punches, his arm becoming a literal blur.

	“DIE!” Ryouga screamed, his ki growing larger and he 
proceeded to fight right back, accepting everyone of Ranma’s 
punches. 

	Ranma continued punching Ryouga while dodging at the 
same time. If only he could show Ryouga just how much stronger 
he really was.  One of his harder punches could have easily 
knocked the lost boy out, but he refrained from doing so. This was 
the first fight in awhile that he was actually enjoying and wanted to 
last. 

	Pulling back his fist, Ranma punched Ryouga across the 
face using only about half his strength. 

	The lost boy stumbled, his rocked to the side. “You . . .”

	“I what?” Ranma asked condescendingly. 

	“You’ll have to do better than that, _Saotome_!” Ryouga 
shouted, snarling the last part, his fist flaring to life.

	Ranma’s eyes widened as one of the hardest punches he’d 
felt in his life landed on his gut. Thrown off his feet, Ranma landed 
on his ass, before rolling across the street. “Looks like this fight 
just got all the better . . .” he quietly whispered to himself. 

*********

	“What do you think you’re doing!?” Akane screamed 
angrily, ignoring Ranma’s attempt at a puppy dog face.

	“Nothing! I swear!” he exclaimed innocently. 

	“Then why were you going through my underwear!?” 
Akane hollered, a blood red aura forming around her person. 

	“Uh . . .” Ranma dead panned. *Think fast, Saotome!* 
“Er . . . I think I have amnesia? Besides, who’d wanna go through 
your underwear drawer anyway?” he tried lamely while thinking 
angrily, *Really smooth brain . . . really smooth . . .* 

	Akane’s face twisted in such a way that Ranma could no 
longer tell it was even her. The only words out of Ranma’s mouth 
before Akane mallet hit him into Lower Earth Orbit were, ‘Ack!’

*********

	“My head hurt?” Ranma tried hopefully moments before 
being punted through the roof.

*********

	“My conscious said not to?”

	>Wack<

	*Dammit!* Ranma thought as he sailed the skies. 

*********

	“Ack! My eyes! I’m suffering from temporary blindness!”

	>Smash< >Crash< >Bang< >Crack< 

	“Pervert!” Akane screamed as he quickly covered her 
nude body with a towel.

*********

	“I was sleepy. It seemed like a comfortable place to 
sleep.” Ranma shrugged before being socked in the face then 
punted through the roof.

	“Kasumi’s bed is not a place for you to be sleeping! 
Especially when she’s in it!” Akane cried furiously at Ranma’s 
disappearing form.

	“Oh my!” Kasumi exclaimed for what had to be the 
millionth time since waking up. Next to Ranma’s half naked form 
that is. 

	“I’m so happy!” Soun cried. Not as in shouting, but 
actually crying. Tears and, well, you know. 

	“Never knew sis had it in her . . .” Nabiki whispered, 
looking upon Kasumi with a new form of respect.

	“Oh my!”

*********

	Ranma-chan shouted in pain as her back was smashed 
against the concrete wall heavily. “Damn, bitch!” he screamed 
charging Cologne.  

	Said ‘woman’ thrust her wooden staff forward, aimed at 
Ranma’s chest. A large gust of wind exploded from the staffs end, 
this time smashing Ranma-chan through the wall. 

	“You’re quite impressive, boy! But you’re a couple 
hundred years to young to beat me. Give up,” Cologne explained.

	Ranma-chan climbed out of the hole, eyes narrowed, the 
blue pupils looking light miniature blades. “The name’s Ranma! 
And I ain’t giving up, you old hag! Gimme that damn pill!”

	Cologne sighed. “You really want this pill?” she asked 
holding up the pill attached to her necklace.

	“Yes . . . now gimme that goddamn pill!” Ranma shrieked, 
a couple windows in the building behind her shattering at the 
sound.

	“I’ll make you a deal . . . I know this technique,” Cologne 
started slowly.

	Ranma stopped at the word technique. “What kinda 
technique?”

	“A speed enhancing technique. It’s called the, Kachuu 
Tenshin Amaguriken.”
		
*********

	“Bakusai Tenketsu!” Ryouga screamed, slamming his 
finger into the ground in front of Ranma.

	Ranma grit his teeth as shards of rock flew into his 
blocking arms. He backed away from his opponent, waving his 
scratched limbs about. “Argh . . . Pig-boy’s gotten a lot better,” he 
muttered, licking some blood off of his lip. *Damn, those rocks 
must be flyin’ everywhere.*

	Ryouga right fist caught him across the chin and he lost his 
balance, stumbling to the side. He was backhanded before being 
punched in the cheek by Ryouga’s left hook. As he staggered to 
his right, the lost boy slammed his fist into his stomach, knocking 
him off his feet and onto his butt. 

	Flipping back to his feet, Ranma twisted his body in time 
to dodge punch. He kicked up, knocking Ryouga’s arm away and 
rammed his elbow into the lost boys chest. 

	Ryouga staggered backwards, rubbing his chest. “Ha, that 
actually stung,” he mocked before punching his finger at Ranma’s 
skull. “Bakusai Tenketsu!”

	Ranma clenched his teeth as Ryouga’s finger pressed 
against his forehead. After taking a moment to realize that nothing 
had happened, he grabbed Ryouga’s wrist, twisted the lost boys 
arm around and kicked him in the side. He jump up, pulling the 
lost boys arm with him and punched Ryouga in the face. Placing 
his foot on the Ryouga’s chest, Ranma pushed off, kicking Ryouga 
back and through a couple of trees. 

	A broken tree was abruptly lifted off the ground and 
swung like a bat, catching Ranma off guard, hitting him through a 
couple trees of his own. 

*********

	“Who the hell are you?” Ranma asked sizing the small man 
up. Wasn’t much to size up though.

	“I am Happosai! Grand Master of the Anything Goes 
School Of Martial Arts!” the short, balding man exclaimed.

	“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me . . .” 

	“Sweeto!”

*********

	“The boy intrigues me, yes. His power and skill are 
amazing for one of such an age. Why, just the other day, he 
punched me in the face. Genma and Soun said I was out for a day 
. . . I especially enjoy his curse though!” Happosai exclaimed 
happily as an after thought.

	“The boy has what it takes to be the best. He learned the 
Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken immediately after witnessing it. He’s 
been displaying his ki at an amazing rate and every time I see him, 
I feel that his access ki has grown. He’s simply incredible,” 
Cologne explained thoughtfully.

	Happosai took a smoke from his pipe. “True. Everyday 
the boys power grows larger. I’ve considered using the 
moxibustion pressure point to see how he’d handle it.”

	“You should. If he proves that he can handle it . . . we 
teach him everything we know,” Cologne announced decisively, 
firmly. 

	Happosai looked at Cologne oddly. “You really think it’d 
be safe to do that?”

	Cologne nodded. “If we’re ever in great trouble . . .”

	“He would indeed make a great ally . . .” 

*********

	“Hiryu Shoten HA!!” Ranma bellowed, his fist upraised 
and pointing at the advancing Happosai.

	Green ki uncoiled from his fist, spiraling along with the 
massive winds. The tornado grabbed Happosai, throwing him into 
the air, into the middle of the circling green winds.

	“No!!!” Happosai shouted as the ki filled winds tore into 
his body. 

	Off to the side, Cologne nodded to herself. Ranma would 
be the one. They would teach him all they knew, for he deserved 
to know it.

	With one last shuddering breath, Ranma fell to his knees, 
then onto his face, unconscious and near death.

*********

	   “You know your Split Hair technique. I improved upon 
it,” Ranma announced with a smile.

	Cologne’s eyebrows raised. “You improved it? How 
could you that when I never taught it to you?”
	
	Ranma shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw you do it once and 
figured out how it was done. I pretty much do that with all the 
technique’s I see.”

	“You can learn technique’s just by watching them be 
used?” Cologne asked in surprise.

	Ranma nodded. “Yeah, that why I learned the Kachuu 
Tenshin Amaguriken so fast. I know how to do the Bakusai 
Tenketsu with out even going through the training, though it 
probably woulda helped some. Make me stronger, ya know. The 
Hiryu Shoten Ha, took me about a minute to realize how to do 
that one,” he explained with wry grin.

	*Incredible . . . with such a talent, the boy actually has 
what it takes to be the best. Memorizing technique’s only by 
watching them being used* She shook her head, looking at 
Ranma. “Why don’t you show me how you improved upon my 
Split Hair technique, hmm?”
	
	“Yeah! Check it out!” Ranma shouted, standing up and 
letting his ki flow free around his body. “Instead of using my ki to 
form 12 spiritual like copies of myself.” The white ki surrounding 
his body melt off, forming another body. Another copy of him, 
only this one that of his female half. “I can create one solid copy of 
myself. I don’t know why it’s female though,” he explained 
scratching the back of his head.

	“Amazing . . .” Cologne muttered as she studied the petite 
redhead. “She looks exactly like your curse form. How do you 
control her?” 

	“I’m not really sure, I just kinda do. It’s like a weird mind 
thing,” Ranma said with a shrug, his redhead copy shrugging as 
well. “Makes for a great sparring partner though,” he added 
smiling at the girl who smiled back just the same.

	Cologne swallowed nervously. The world did _not_ need 
two Ranma Saotome’s. 

	“Wanna know something else?” the two said 
simultaneously.

	“What?” Cologne queried.

	“I’ve made some revisions to the Hiryu Shoten Ha as 
well.” Ranma and Ranma-chan’s smiles lit up the room.  

*********
	 		
	“So how do I do this?” Ranma asked Happosai as he 
rubbed the bra over his cheek in content. 

	“It’s an interesting technique. On everything. Animals. 
Plants. Even this bra! There is ki surrounding it. Ki left behind from 
the person who wore it last, if you will. As of now, I’m currently 
inhaling a large amount of Akane’s ki,” Happosai explained with a 
smile. 

	“So how would someone take energy from plants? How 
do those things have ki?” Ranma asked curiously. Disregarding the 
fact that Happosai was rubbing a bra against his face for the time 
being. Normally his female counterpart would have been sitting 
next to him, but not with the grand master pervert in the same 
room. 

	“All things expel ki, because all things have ki. Ki is 
everywhere,” Happosai clarified with a shrug. 

	“So how do you . . . take it in?” Ranma inquired genuinely 
interested.

	“You don’t. It comes to you.”

	“What? I don’t get it.”

	“The ki will only come to you if you don’t force it. At 
times, if you force it, it will come to you. Ki is like another life. 
Another person if you will. Ask politely, and it’ll come. It can, at 
times, sense when you’re in great need and come to you if you 
force it. It’s an interesting thing, ki is.”

	Ranma nodded. “I never really thought about it like that. 
So that bra . . .?”

	Happosai smiled. “This bra is giving the excess ki its 
previous owner had to me because I’m not forcing it. I’m just 
simply letting it flow . . .” 

	Ranma closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and nodded 
once. “Got it.”

*********  
	     
	“Who do you think you are!?” Ranma shouted angrily as 
his lunch vanished before his eyes. 

	The blonde haired man wiped his mouth smugly. “My 
name is Picolet Chardin III.”

	Ranma’s eyes narrowed. Just what he needed. A 
conceited, pompous, snobbish asshole. “That was _my_ lunch!”

	“Yes, well, it is your own fault for being to slow,” Picolet 
replied arrogantly.

	“SLOW!?” Ranma roared his aura bursting to life.

*********

	A large gust of wind streaked by, blowing the three spikes 
over his forehead and thick pigtail to the side, his clothes rustling 
riotously.  

	Ranma accepted the pat on the shoulder, but continued 
walking away from the massive, luxurious mansion. “You did 
good, boy,” his father praised happily.

	“Yeah, whatever, pop. I’m just glad to be outta that hell 
hole,” Ranma remarked, jerking a thumb back at the large home. 

	“Wah!!!” Soun cried joyously. His daughters were saved! 
None of them had to marry Picolet!  

	Ranma smiled despite himself. This whole escapade had 
just helped improve his speed a great deal. It seemed somewhat 
worth it, having to dress up as a girl for the time. Besides that, 
he’d showed that snot nose dick who the fastest eater really was. 

	Oh, if he only knew what other eaters lay ahead . . .

*********

	“Who the hell are you and what do you want!?” Ranma 
screamed at the figure down the street, dressed in a dark blue 
cloak. 

	“My name is of no importance to you!” the figure shouted 
furiously, jumping at Ranma.

	Ranma laughed out loud at the boys futile attack. “You’re 
an idiot!” he exclaimed before swatting the boy out of the air into 
the chain-link fence along the street. 

	The cloaked covered boy stumbled forward, throwing a 
sloppy punch at Ranma. Grabbing the boys arm, Ranma kicked 
him in the kidney before spinning around and throwing the boy 
back into the fence. 

	“Pathetic!” Ranma added confidently. “Why were you 
goin’ around beating up my friends, huh?”

	The boy spat up a large wad of spit on the ground. “None 
of your damn business,” he muttered angrily, a second before the 
sky roared to life with thunder. 

	Ranma crossed his arms. “You’re gonna have to tell me 
sooner or later, cause their’s no way you’re gonna beat me in a 
fight.” The rain started immediately, catching Ranma off guard.

	A now female Ranma cursed under her breath, the rain 
falling at an incredible rate, pounding and soaking everything it 
could. She watched silently as the now much taller boy stood back 
up, his cloak blocking the rain from his person. 

	The boy chuckled. “You’ve lost now, _little girl_,” he said 
condescendingly. 

	“I wouldn’t call me a girl if I were you!”

	“I would!” the boy shouted grabbing his cloak and 
throwing it off, letting the rain soak his body.

	“Holy shi-!” Ranma screamed before the eighteen foot 
beast swung its arm and smacked her into the fence herself. She 
fell to the ground on her hands and knees, gasping for air. Looking 
up, she growled as the beasts arm prepared to crush her into the 
ground. 

	The beast roared as its fist smashed into the concrete 
where Ranma-chan had been kneeling. Its free hand shot out, 
grabbing the pigtailed girl out of the air and slamming her into the 
ground.

	Groaning loudly, Ranma-chan prepared to dodged the 
hairy beasts next attack but instead watched as its fist was 
deflected to the side. 

	Happosai stood with his pipe extended, an angry scowl on 
his face. “No one beats up on my heir except me! And sometime’s 
Cologne!” 

	The beast roared, or more likely mooed, again, shaking 
with unbridled fury. It lashed out again, grabbing the closest 
person, that being one Akane Tendo who had refused to leave 
when Ranma had told her to. With one mighty leap, it took to the 
skies, flying away.

	Ranma-chan glanced at the spot where Akane and swore 
profusely. 
		
*********

	Sitting quietly in his bedroom, Ranma contemplated what 
had just happened. The boy he had just fought was definitely a 
Jusenkyo victim, but what kind of spring could create something 
like that. The two hits the beast had managed to get in had hurt 
like hell. 

	There was something about that, though. His chest and 
back hurt but at the same time he felt good. He felt a little bit 
stronger than when he had first fought the pantyhose using boy. 
Perhaps his body followed the old proverb, ‘whatever doesn’t kill 
you, makes you stronger.’ 

	The more Ranma thought this over, the more he found 
himself agreeing. After nearly every fight he had gotten into, and 
injured he had felt stronger. Pain brought him strength in the end. 
Perhaps, if he let himself get beat up more often, he would become 
even stronger! 
	
	Pain equaled strength. Power came from Pain. Pain . . . 
was power. 

	He was eagerly awaiting his next battle with the beast even 
more now. His pulse quickened at the thought of the coming fight 
and he soon found himself pacing his room restlessly. No one in 
Nerima really proved to be a challenge any longer. He could 
defeat them all with one simple punch if he truly wished. Holding 
back was the thing that he did though. Also not wanting to reveal 
his true strength was another reason. His strongest punch could 
easily tear Ryouga into two pieces.
	
	Stepping out of his room, Ranma headed downstairs and 
found his surrogate family sitting at the dinner table. “I’m goin’ ta 
find this guy. Now.”

	Soun burst into tears, happy that his daughter was going to 
be saved. “Praise Kami!” 

*********

	He sneezed.

	“Bless you, Kami.”

	“Ah, thank you, Mr. Popo.”

*********

	“Come for the girl, I presume?” the tall boy asked, arms 
crossed. 

	A long silence ensued followed by a large rush of wind. 
His whistled a tuneless noise, ruffling the two boys hair and 
clothes.

	“Not really. I’m more here for you than her,” Ranma 
suddenly replied irritated. He rubbed his chest a bit, it still being 
sore from the other day. Though his back hurt more, he wasn’t 
planning on moving his hands to such an off guard position.

	The boy rubbed his side, his stomach and kidney also sore 
from the other day. 

	“You’re only chance at beating me is by changing into 
your curse form,” Ranma explained.

	“Yeah . . . I know,” the boy replied in annoyance. He 
reached into his cloak, grabbing a flask of water and poured it 
over his head. 

	The boys body grew three times large about 7 times 
wider, his legs becoming skinnier and feet into hooves. Brown, 
rugged fur spread across his body, an eel growing out above his 
butt as a tail, two white wings bursting out of his shoulder blades. 
His face formed into something that resembled a cow, two large 
horns emerging from its forehead. This truly was a yeti-riding-bull-
holding-crane-and-eel.

	“Moo!!” the beast bellowed, standing to it’s full height.  
	    
	Ranma grinned, cracking his knuckles. “As a gesture of 
good will, I’ll let you make the first move.” He spread his arms 
apart, opening himself up for any possible attack. 

	The beast wasted no time, lunging forward and grabbing 
Ranma by the legs. It picked the pigtailed boy up and swung him 
around, smashing him into a part of the cliff wall. Pulling Ranma 
from the rock wall, the beast swung him at the ground.

	Hitting the rocky floor, an impression of his body forming, 
Ranma grit his teeth in pain. He was roughly pulled across the 
ground before being slamming into the mountain side. 


*********

	“You’re late. As usual,” Ranma commented as Ryouga 
entered the empty lot, looking utterly misplaced.

	“Ranma!” he shouted turning to the speaker. “I’ve found 
you at last!”
	
	Ranma’s face dead panned. “You’re the one who told me 
to come here. Got lost again didya?”

	“Shut up! Today’s the day you lose, Ranma!” Ryouga 
exclaimed. 

	Ranma hopped down from his perch on a wooden fence, 
landing a few feet in front of Ryouga. “Lets get this over with. 
Whatever this new technique of yours is, I doubt it’ll work.”

	Ryouga took up a position, his hands cupped down by his 
hip. 

	Ranma sighed deeply, pouncing at Ryouga, readying a 
jump kick.  

	“Shishi Hokou Dan!” Ryouga cried thrusting his hands 
forward. 

	Ranma’s eyes widened as his world suddenly turned 
green, his skin frying from the intense heat. His stomach lurched, 
pain tearing through every inch of his body moments before he 
passed out. 

*********

	“You suck, Ryouga! You’re a loser! No one would ever 
dream of loving you! You pig!” Ranma cried at Ryouga. 

	“You shouldn’t be saying such things, Ranma . . . they 
really depress me . . .” Ryouga replied, frowning angrily, green 
aura forming around his body. 

	Ranma waved it off, adding fuel to the fire. “Aww . . . you 
don’t know nothing, P-chan. Not only are you stupid, but your 
brain’s the size of a peanut. That’s why you get lost so much,” he 
said with a shrug. 

	Ryouga growled deep within his throat and cupped his 
hands down at his waist. 

	Ranma smiled and leapt at Ryouga, punching him in the 
face softly. “You suck, Ryouga!”

	The soft punch caused Ryouga to stumble and fall 
backward. Screaming in anger and frustration, he threw his hands 
forward, firing the green ball of ki.

	“Shi Shi Hokodan!”

	Ranma opened his arms, embracing the green light.

*********

	Extending his hand, Ranma shouted, “Shi Shi Hokou 
Dan!” Nothing happened at first, but after a couple seconds, a 
large green bubble formed.

	“I think I did it!” he cried happily. The bubble chose that 
moment to explode in his face, sending him backwards and into 
the wall.

*********

	“Lets see this move, Ranma,” Ryouga said with grin as he, 
Cologne, and Happosai stood watching the pigtailed fighter.

	Ranma grinned back. “There is a reason why I made you 
come all the way out here, you know,” he explained. They were 
out in the middle of the forest, up in the Japanese Alps. 

	“I have a feeling he will not disappoint us,” Cologne said 
to Ryouga. “Go ahead, son-in-law.”

	Licking his lips, Ranma extended his arms out to his side, 
palms upward and flat. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, 
tensing his muscles, veins appearing along his arm.

	The trees around him rustled, waving to Ranma with their 
branches. 
  	
*********	

	Kasumi hummed to herself as she hung the laundry up in 
the backyard. The birds were out and singing, the air was calm 
and cool. The sun shown over head, shining down upon the world. 
All seemed in place. 

	Her humming stopped as the sun was partially blocked 
abruptly. Raising her hand to cover her eyes, Kasumi looked 
toward the sun, squinting her eyes. “Oh my, I didn’t know there 
was an eclipse today,” she commented in confusion.

	The giant blue ball that hovered in front of the sun began 
rising, passing the bright star and going higher. The ball suddenly 
exploded, bursting into what appeared to be a gigantic firework. 

	“Oh my! How pretty!” Kasumi gushed as it rained blue ki 
over the Japanese Alps. 	

*********	

	The rain fell harder as they touched down to the ground. 
Finally! They were free from Dr Gero! Now all they had to do 
was find the boy . . .
	

*********

	“Mom?” Ranma asked. “She’s coming here?”

	“Yes! Now come on, we have to pack and go!” Genma 
shouted frantically.

	“What? Why?” Ranma shook his head in confusion. “I 
wanna see mom.”

	“No you don’t, boy!” Genma exclaimed before Ranma 
grabbed him by the throat, lifting him into the air.

	“Why don’t I, Oyaji . . .?” he growled, his spiked hair and 
pigtail floating upward.

*********

	“Came back for more, eh?” Ranma grunted with a wide 
grin, cracking his knuckles. 

	“Moo!!!!” Pantyhose cried, leaping forward and using his 
brand new tentacles to lash out at Ranma.

	Ranma jumped at the beast, weaving his way through the 
eight attacking limbs. Pulling back his fist, he punched Pantyhose in 
the face, send the creature down the now vacant street.  

*********

	“Lime. Mint. We are leaving,” the figure in the cloak 
stated, heading for the Neko Hanten’s exit. 

	“Hold on!” Ranma exclaimed to the back of  his soon to 
be opponent. 

	“What do _you_ want?” the cloaked person asked.

	“This girl, you see, she might be uncute, bullhead, and as 
strong as an ox. But . . . I don’t take it kindly when people try to 
hurt my friends,” Ranma explained cooly. 

	Akane frowned at Ranma, turning her back to him. 

	“So I’m gonna return the favor and throw you out!” 
Ranma shouted as he turned around and leapt at Herb.

	“Son-in-law, you mustn’t lay a hand on that one!” 
Cologne exclaimed immediately, though it was to late. 

	With his speed, Ranma was already pulling on Herb’s 
cloak. Grabbing Herb breast plate, Ranma spun around and judo 
tossed the dragon descendant out the front doors. 

	Herb bounced off her head on the concrete, before 
flipping over and landing on her stomach, sliding across the street. 

	Lime jumped Ranma from behind, punching him in the 
head, sending him flying through the wall and onto the street. Mint 
hopped out of the restaurant, jumping into the air and throwing a 
numerous amount of daggers at Ranma’s downed form.   

	Ranma pushed back off the ground, away from the 
daggers which all drove into the cement. Bouncing off the wall 
behind him, he leap forward, flipping his body sideway, his foot 
connecting with Lime’s head. Landing on the ground, he crouched 
under one of Mint’s punches before uppercutting the smaller boy 
into a lamp post. 

	He spun around, just in time for a large ki blast to hit him 
in the face. His feet left the ground as he flew back, through a wall, 
and into the Neko Hanten, sliding over a couple of buckets of cold 
water. She groaned once, before passing out.

	Herb-chan glided over to Ranma-chan, looking down at 
her angrily. She reached into the folds of her cloak, pulling out 
another bucket, and used the ladle to splash Ranma-chan again.

*********

	“What’s wrong, boys? Am I to much for you to handle,” 
Ranma-chan asked Lime and Mint from where she hovered above 
their heads, arms crossed underneath her chest. 

	Ryouga and Mousse were both knocked out, the former 
slumped over a rock, the latter laying on his back, bruises littering 
both their faces. 

	Mint hopped into Lime’s hands who threw him up into the 
air at Ranma-chan. The wolf boy flew at Ranma-chan, sending 
dozens upon dozens of incredibly fast punches at her.

	Ranma-chan dodged and blocked the attacks before 
backhanding Mint across the face, sending him flying toward the 
ground head first at an amazing speed. The wolf boy crashed into 
the earth, the ground where he landed exploding around him, 
sending dust and gravel everywhere. 

	Lowering herself to the ground, her shoes making a soft 
tapping sound as she landed, Ranma-chan looked at Lime over 
her shoulder. The tiger boy leapt at her. His fist crashing into the 
spot she’d been standing in seconds before. 

	Viciously kicked across the face, Lime stumbled to the 
side, lashing out with another punch. His punch was dodged, and 
he received a fist across his face for his trouble. 

	Mint attacked her from behind, throwing punches faster 
than Amaguriken speed. Ranma-chan dodged with out looking as 
Lime had gotten up and started attacking her from the front. 

	Weaving through both their punches and kicks, she back 
flipped away causing Lime to punch Mint on the side of his head. 
Wolf boy went down again, head first into the ground. Ignoring his 
friend, Lime jumped after the girl, his attacks coming faster than 
before.

	His face was smashed in with an elbow, followed by a 
knee to his gut, then his face again, this time by the other knee. He 
stumbled back just in time for Ranma-chan’s heel to connect with 
his chin, sending him flying and into a pile of rocks a distance off. 

*********

	“I HATE breasts!” Herb screamed as Ranma-chan 
flashed him once again. 

	Eyes widening, Ranma-chan flipped sideways, narrowly 
avoiding a massive ball of ki. Landing heavily, she extended her 
arm and fired a ki blast of her own back at Herb. 

	She glanced up just in time to watch Herb fly over the 
attack like a bullet. He stretched out his arms at her, shooting two 
blasts back at her with both his hands.  Seeing an opening, 
Ranma-chan leapt toward the two balls, arms at her side, straight 
as a wood plank. 

	Herb blinked in shock and recoiled in surprise as he 
watched Ranma-chan seemingly jump into his blasts. His eyes 
widened and he let out a brief scream of ‘no’ before two petite 
fists embedded themselves in his stomach. 

	He bent over, coughing and gasping for air at the same 
time, making it even harder to catch his breath, let alone one. The 
palm of her hand mashed against the skinned of his cheek violently 
flinging him toward the earth below. He halted his forward motion 
a few feet away from the ground and quickly righted himself, 
throwing a small ball of ki into the air. 

	Ranma-chan spun around, dodging the ball and flew down 
at Herb as fast as she could. She appeared on the ground, 
standing next to him, fist shoved as far as it could go in his gut. As 
if by late reaction, Herb remained motionless for a few moments 
before suddenly slamming into the rocky floor behind him.

	Hopping back three times, getting a large distance 
between the two, Ranma-chan grinned arrogantly. “You gonna 
give up now?” she asked, crossing her arms under her chest. 

	Herb slowly pushed himself to his knees and glared 
intently at her, flames of hate burning in the pupils of his eyes. He 
leapt from his knees to his feet, red aura flaring around him 
violently.  The ground around him cracked and fissured leaving him 
standing in the middle of a perfectly round crater. 

	  “Now we’re talk-!” was all Ranma-chan managed 
before Herb’s ki powered fist smashed into her face. She was 
flung backwards, into a wall of rock. 

	Herb, pressing his advantage, powered up a massive ball 
of ki and chucked it at where Ranma-chan lay imprinted. Rock 
and dust flew every which way as the ball impacted heavily. 
Breathing deeply, and grinning victoriously, Herb glided slowly 
toward the new crater. 

	“MOKO TAKABISHA!!!” 		

	Herb’s eyes widened tremendously as a blue ball of ki, 
larger than the one he’d thrown, was rocketed right at him. He 
jumped up quickly and fired the largest ki blast he could manage at 
the time, back at the oncoming one. The blue ball explode, 
propelling Herb backwards where he spun about crazily in the air, 
trying to regain his balance.

	Ranma-chan flew at Herb, a fiery blue aura surrounding 
her. Her fist readily cocked back, stuck Herb in the head, 
knocking him parallel to the ground. She grabbed his leg, stopping 
his sideways flight and pulled him back to her, punching him in the 
chest, sending him into the ground. “Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken  
Moko Takabisha!!!!” she screamed, sending hundred of small ki 
balls at Herb with the speed of the Amaguriken. 

	Herb’s eyes widened. He’d lost. 

********* 

	Ranma grit his teeth as Ms. Hinako continued to drain his 
ki. She’d already drained a good one-fourth of it and didn’t look 
to be letting up. “Damn you! You want more ki! THEN TAKE 
IT!” he screamed before throwing down his fisted hands and 
flaring his aura. 

	It burst outward, as if his body had caught on fire, 
surrounding his body, blazing powerfully, knocking the people 
watching off their feet. Ms. Hinako shouted as a massive ball of ki 
slammed into her, over flooding her body and knocking her out. 
	
	Ranma was left panting, down on one knee, as he had 
pumped two-thirds of his remaining ki into her. It wouldn’t be until 
three weeks later that Ms. Hinako reverted to her child form. 
Ranma took this in good nature, allowing Ms. Hinako to drain him 
regularly as it helped make any challenges he had in the future 
harder to handle. 

******** 

	The Urochi’s seven smaller heads whipped widely, 
attempting to catch Ranma as he wove his way through the long 
necks. He threw out his hand, firing a ki blast into one of the heads 
that was getting to close to his female copy. He spun around 
quickly, punching another head on the nose, knocking it into 
another head. 

	He female form continued to dodge around the seven 
heads as he worked on beating them. “Hurry up with that horn!” 
he cried down the Akane and Shinnosuke.

	He flew straight down, just avoiding a snapping head, one 
which Ryouga was riding on top of, punching at it’s nose. 
Punching upward, Ranma caught the heads neck, knocking it 
upward, bucking Ryouga who continued to beat on its head. 

	He turned 180 firing a quick ball of ki into the mouth of 
incoming head, blowing out it’s teeth, and making his head rear 
upward in pain. It slashed about wildly, nearly smacking another 
head and Ranma-chan in the process.  

	The sound of a thick horn stopped him from dodging the 
next head, which swayed and dropped slowly back into the lakes 
depths. “Alright, Akane!” he shouted as he and Ranma-chan, who 
was carrying Ryouga by the collar of his shirt, flew over to where 
she was. 

	A massive splash and roar knocked Ranma and Ranma-
chan forward, the latter flinging Ryouga onto dry land, away from 
the on coming water. The two turned to look upon the eighth and 
largest head. They cracked their knuckles in unison. “Joy!” they 
exclaimed with broad grins. 

*********

	“Who the hell do you think you are?” Ranma shouted 
angrily at the boy wearing camouflage pants.  

	“I’m Ranma Saotome,” the boy replied pointedly.

	“The hell you are!” Ranma snarled launching himself at the 
boy.

	“Don’t move!” the boy shouted, causing Ranma to stall for 
a moment. “Moko Kaimon Ha!” 

	The breath left Ranma as the boys boot shoved itself into 
his gut, throwing him back.  He skid across the ground for a bit 
before easily flipping to his feet. He rubbed his stomach, “Strong 
kick . . .”

	The boy grimaced. “Strong stomach.” 

*********

	“Now watch closely, boy. I’m only gonna show you this 
once,” Genma explained to Ranma in the privacy of the Tendo 
dojo.

	Ranma nodded seriously, his eyes never leaving his father. 
He felt the dojo become a little colder and the form of his father 
blurred slightly before disappearing completely. “What the hell?” 
he exclaimed before a blow was struck against the side of his 
neck, knocking him over down. *All this time, he could still beat 
me . . .* were his last thoughts before hitting the floor unconscious. 
				
*********

	Soun blinked as large hole appeared in the middle of his 
news paper. He curiously stuck his head through the hole, a 
second before the floor underneath him decided to fall into the 
ground, taking the table and everyone else with it. 

*********

	“Alright, Ryu! I know how your style works now!”

	“You think that’ll help you any?” Ryu snorted.

	Ranma crossed his arms over his chest. “I think you 
should know, that the Yama Sen Ken is the weaker of the two 
arts. I now know the Umi Sen Ken, which is by far stronger than 
yours.”

	“Well come prove it! And once I beat you, the secrets of 
the Umi Sen Ken will be mine!” Ryu screamed, clutching his fist 
tightly before charging Ranma. “WATCH OUT!” 

	Ranma’s momentary flinch allowed Ryu’s foot to collide 
with his stomach. The battle for the Forbidden Arts had begun. 

*********

	Ranma groaned as the fat phoenix sitting on Kuno’s head 
continued to peck at his. He swung at it before lighting him ablaze. 
“Argh!” he punched and punched at it again, only to have his fists 
lit on fire. 

*********

	“We’ve been looking forever!? What’re we supposed to 
do if we can’t find the stupid boy!” a man, maybe no more than 
4’3 feet tall, exclaimed. Blue was his choice of clothing. A blue 
leather jacket, it being a very small jacket, along with blue pants 
and t-shirt. 

	“We find the boy,” a woman, 5’3 in height, with long 
blonde hair, light blue eyes and a generous amount of chest, 
answered shrugging her shoulders. “We have nothing else to do as 
of right now.” She wore a yellow leather jacket, yellow baggy 
pants and a yellow t-shirt. A t-shirt that did nothing to hide her, 
well, generous assets. 

	Taking the picture, a man, about 5’9 in height, dark red 
hair tied into a ponytail, his physic seemingly perfect in stature. 
Red baggy pants, red t-shirt, red leather boots and not surprisingly 
a red leather jacket were his choice of clothing.  “Why can’t we 
find you. . .?”

	“Yeah, but you gotta remember that the picture was taken 
9 years ago,” girl replied sternly, snatching the picture out of the 
mans hand. 

	The picture was of a young boy, maybe around the age of 
10 with spiky black and pitch black, bead like eyes.  He stood 
around 5’0, in a dirty and ripped gi, with a large turtle shell tied to 
his back.  

	“We’ll find him. We’re close,” the fourth person said dully, 
his voice sounding robotic in a way. This one stood around 6’7 
with shaggy black hair and an unshaven face looked at the picture. 
His body was covered with muscles, his sleeveless shirt stretched 
to the limits while his baggy black pants hid his legs

	The woman sighed deeply, flicking a few blonde strands 
out of her face. “You're so damn robotical. Can't you at least try 
to talk like a normal person?” she asked, placing her hands on her 
curvy hips. 

	“No. I have been programed to hunt down and destroy. 
That is my mission.”

	The small man dressed in all blue, glared at their ebony 
dressed companion. “If you weren't the most powerful of us, I'd 
kick your ass up the wazzoo,” he growled angrily. 

	“My mission is to kill. Nothing more,” the man dressed in 
black replied automatically. 

	"You're a fool,” the man in blue growled.

	“And you're a shrimp,” the man dressed in red 
commented, glaring at the man in blue. "The sooner we get this 
over with the sooner we can get back to the Doctor and kill ‘im."

	The girl snorted. “That damn pervert's gonna die hard for 
giving me these,” she growled, holding up her breasts for a 
moment.

	“I don’t see anything wrong with them,” the small man 
dressed in blue countered, grinning lecherously at the girl.

	“Really? You don't think they're too much?” the girl asked 
innocently looking at the small man.

	“Yes! They're very nice indeed!”

	“They are only breasts. I do not see why they are so 
important.” Three guesses who that was.

	The girl bent down, getting closer to the smaller mans 
height, ignoring the last remark. “Well then, why don't you come 
over here and check for yourself?” she purred seductively. 

	*Hot Dog!* the small man thought giddily. With a simple 
hop, the small man was on his way to the girls chest.

	>Bam< The small man crashed into the ground as the girls 
fist crashed into the mans head. *Damn pervert. Showed him 
who's the boss of this operation* she thought angrily. 	

*********

	“What the . . . ?” Genma asked curiously, looking at the 
TV closer. “Hey, boy! You should come see this!” 

	“What? What is it?” Ranma asked strolling into the room. 

	Genma pointed at the TV.

	“Is that . . . who I think it is?” There was a loud cracking 
sound before the roof caved in, everyone jumping for cover, 
Pantyhose Tarou’s bruised and beaten form landing heavily before 
them. He moo’d pathetically, weakly pushing himself upward. “I’d 
think you’d come for a fight, but from the looks of it, seems 
you’ve already had one,” Ranma commented highly.

*********

	Ranma danced in midair around the multiple fireballs 
aimed at him. Rouge’s six arms continued to fire until he finally was 
hit in the face. He was hit five more times and driven into the 
ground. He rolled out of the way, as another blast slammed into 
the spot where he just laid. 

	He pushed himself up into the air and flew at Rouge, 
ramming his head into her stomach. He rolled back away from her 
in the air and fired two ki balls from each of his hands into her. He 
watched as she flew off into the distance, retreating for the 
moment before turning to Pantyhose. 

	“What the hell did you do to piss her off!?”

*********

	Ranma and Rouge collided in midair, Rouge’s six arms 
punching at Ranma, who amazingly blocked them all. The two 
remained in place, one throwing punches, the other blocking. A fist 
hit Ranma’s chest, sending him into the ground, which he bounced 
off of as soon as he touched. He threw a ki blast back on his 

ground rebound, fly to the side at the same time, avoiding another 
of Rouge’s attacks. 
	
	He flew up at her, and they continued their battle in the 
night air. Ranma tossed in his own punches this time, blocking 
those of Rouge’s. He took a knee to the gut, three fists to the face, 
and six to his back, sending him back to the earth. 

	Ranma landed on his feet, and cupped his hands at his side 
immediately, crying out, “Moko Takabisha!”

	The blue ball split in two, one half slamming into her 
stomach, the other into the middle of her three heads. His body 
streaked upward and stopped in front of her, shouting out his next 
attack, “Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!” His fist blurred, hitting 
Rouge’s three heads, 300 times, 100 for each head. He 360'd and 
kicked each head with a high kick. 

	The three heads screamed as Ranma shoved both his fists 
into her stomach and let go a ball of ki, blowing her into the 
ground. 						

********* 

	“Okaasan?” Ranma called out to the woman standing in 
front of the grave stone. 

	His mother turned around slowly, six year old Ranko 
doing so much faster. “Ranma?” she muttered worriedly.

	“Shuuto!” Ranko cried running at her older brother. She 
jumped into his arms and was easily lifted into the air and hugged 
tightly but gently. 

	“God I missed you, Youjo . . .” he whispered, holding her 
close. “You’ve gotten so big! How old are you now!?”

	“I’m almost six!” Ranko exclaimed, trying to wrap her 
smaller arms all around Ranma’s broad shoulders.

	He felt his mother’s arms wrap around his waist and pull 
him close from the side. Holding Ranko to him with one arm, he 
placed his other around Nodoka’s shoulders, pulling her against 
him. “I told you . . . I promised you I’d come back,” he said 
soothingly, choking back his tears. 

	Ranko was already sobbing into his shoulder. She had 
missed him so much! She didn’t ever want to let him go! Not ever!

*********

	Ranma screamed as he pushed against the massive fireball, 
nearly 20 by 20 feet in roundness. It burned at his hands, but he 
had to stop it from hitting the mountain, less it wipe out all his 
friends and the Phoenix race. On the other side of the fireball he 
could hear Saffron laughing boldly.

	“Foolish, landling! Did you honestly think you could stand 
a match against the full power of the Lord of the Phoenix!” he 
shouted through his laughs. 

	Sweat poured off Ranma’s face in buckets. The intense 
heat of the fireball was starting to break through his auras defense, 
the palms of his hands beginning to burn. He closed his eyes as he 
felt the heels of his feet touch Mt. Phoenix and the ground 
underneath them start to break apart. He managed a brief glance 
to his right where his friends stood, watching transfixed. 

	The ground under his right leg gave out, forcing him to 
kneel, the fireball now gaining the advantage over him. His eyes 
looked right again.

	Ryouga stood, eyes wide, fists clenched at his side. Was 
he an ally? An enemy? Possibly even a friend?

	Genma was hunched over, covering his head as if his 
hands would be able to protect him. His father. His sensei. His 
family.

	Shampoo and Mousse,. Allies, enemies, with those two he 
could never tell. But they always seemed to be there when he 
needed them. 

	His sister. Ranko was somewhere in the mountain. They’d 
taken his sister to try and use against him!

	He couldn’t let them down. He couldn’t let them die. He 
couldn’t let all the Phoenix people die. He couldn’t let anyone die! 
He had to stop it, and stop it now!

	Screaming wildly, Ranma pushed as hard as he could 
against the ball, managing to regain his footing on the mountain 
side. A blue aura exploded around his body, and rushed forward 
to the palms of his hands. 

	“Saffron!” he yelled over the fury of the fireball, “This isn’t 
over! Moko Takabisha Double!” 

	Two bowling ball sized blasts of gold ki shot against the 
fireball, pushing it back into the air and straight back at Saffron. 
The fireball soared faster than before, powered forward by 
Ranma’s two Moko Takabisha’s, it collided with Saffron’s hands, 
knocking the Phoenix King back in midair. 

	Flapping his wings to help him hold the fireball, Saffron 
laughed unafraid of the danger he was in. “Stupid, landling! I’m the 
Phoenix, from which this fire came from!” So saying, the giant 
fireball began to decrease in size, as it drew itself back into the 
winged Gods hands. 

	“Not stupid, creative, you winged asshole!” Ranma 
shouted as he appeared right behind Saffron, a ball gold of ki 
overlapping his cupped hands. 

	Saffron looked over his shoulder just in time to watch in 
horrified fashion as Ranma shot the ball into his back, slamming the 
winged God inside of his own fireball. He managed a short 
screamed before he was fully engulfed. 

	Hovering backwards, away from the forward moving 
fireball, Ranma shouted, “And hears the knock out!” before 
clenching his right fist. The two balls of gold ki that had been 
pushing the fireball suddenly sunk into its depths. A second later 
the massive ball of flame erupted, causing a shockwave through 
the air, knocking back Ranma and rocking against the mountains 
side. Everyone watched was temporarily blinded by the bright 
white light and were forced to look away.

	A body fell from it all, it twisted and flipped in the air, its 
lone wing flapping wildly, attempting to regain balance but unable. 
Saffron smashed into the mountain side, sending gravel and dust 
everywhere. 

	Ranma remained floating in the air, hovering around the 
mushroom cloud of dirt. The dust cleared quickly, revealing a 
beaten and bloody Saffron, his left wing ripped off. Besides the 
immediate damage to his person, the one winged Phoenix was 
standing, covered in immense flames. 

	Coughing up a little blood, Saffron gave Ranma a dirty 
look. “You’ll DIE for that, landling!”So saying, he screamed loudly 
as his left wing regrew to its full and normal length. “I am the 
Phoenix, from my ashes I will always rise again!”

	“Well that’s handy,” Ranma said condescendingly, arms 
crossed over his chest. 

	Saffron pushed off from the ground, his powerful wings 
giving him and added boost. Before Ranma could react in time, 
Saffron’s fist was shoved into his stomach. He was punched and 
slashed across the face by Saffron other hand. 

	Hovering away from Saffron, Ranma placed a hand over 
his face. He looked at Saffron arrogantly, and removed his hand, 
his face completely healed. “That the best you got in hand-to-hand 
combat, Saffron? You might as well just stick with your fireballs.”

	Saffron screamed and threw a small fireball at Ranma. 

	Ranma leapfrogged over it, spinning around in midair and 
tossing a gold ki ball back at Saffron.

	Saffron swatted it aside with his wing before shooting two 
fireballs out of the palms of his hands.
	
	Ranma caught them both and raised his arms, letting them 
fly skyward, where they’d do no harm. 

	Saffron’s fist collided with Ranma’s face.

	The heel of Ranma’s foot smashed into Saffron’s chin. 

	The two abruptly began throwing punches and kicks at 
one another, their forms blurring to the naked eye. The occasional 
punch or kick would get through, one of the two fighters pausing 
briefly to let their body flow with the contact so that they might be 
able to counter easier. It ended when one of Ranma’s punches, 
filled with ki, smashed into the side of Saffron’s head, exploding 
on contact. 

	The Phoenix God was tossed to the side before spreading 
his wings to stop himself in midair. He screamed as Ranma’s foot 
crashed into his jaw. He turned away from the blow and spun 
around, smacking Ranma with his wing, and letting a fireball go 
right into the pigtailed boys chest. 

	Ranma screamed as he felt his chest burning. He quickly 
flew higher up, hand on his chest, his red shirt burnt open. Before 
he could do anything else, Saffron appeared behind him and 
placed both his hands on Ranma’s shoulders. Ranma threw his 
body backwards, managing to kick Saffron in his chin, but 
exposed his chest for an easy attack. 

	One that Saffron didn’t pass up on. “DIE, LANDLING!” 
he screamed as he pressed the palms of his hands on Ranma’s 
chest and began firing fireballs into him. 

	Ranma soared downward, followed by numerous fireballs. 
His body crashed heavily into the mountain side moments before 
fireball after fireball slammed into his body. He screamed as he felt 
his body burning up underneath the pressure of the fiery orbs.

	Over the fury of the fireballs, Ranma heard a voice faintly 
shout, “Shishi Hokou Dan!”

	The fireballs stopped a second later and Ranma took what 
seemed like the biggest breath of air he had ever taken. He rolled 
out of his body shaped crater, and pushed himself to his hands and 
knees. Looking to his side, he watched as Saffron swung Ryouga 
around like a rag down, holding on to the fanged boys arm and 
slamming him into the ground. 

	   “SAFFRON!” Ranma roared, catching the attention of 
the wing man, “First you kidnap my sister! And now you’re 
attacking my friends!” 

	Saffron tossed Ryouga’s limp body to the side, where it 
landed with a heavy ‘thud’. “What’re you going to do about it, 
fool!” 

	Digging his right foot in the ground, Ranma pushed 
forward, launching himself at Saffron. He glided across the 
mountain side so fast that when his fist hit Saffron in the face, the 
Phoenix was utterly caught off guard. Ranma knee found Saffron’s 
stomach, followed by his elbow on the back of Saffron’s head. 

	Saffron was thrown back as Ranma’s foot caught him in 
the face. The Phoenix rolled to his feet, pumped his wings and 
took the air. “DIE!” he thundered, creating another giant fireball 
above his head with both his hands. 

	Cupping his hands down at his side, Ranma let began 
gathering as much ki from inside him as he could. He had to win. 
He couldn’t lose, not to Saffron. Saffron would end up killing them 
all. He would win! For his friends, his family, but most of all 
Ranko. The ball in his hands grew three times larger. “You first!” 
he screamed, before launching his ball of ki, “Perfect Moko 
Takabisha!”

	As the blue ball flew forward, it expanded even larger than 
before, now twice the size of its wielder. Noticing the ball of ki 
heading straight for him for the first time, Saffron hurriedly threw 
his fireball back at it. His ball was engulfed by the much larger one, 
and did little to slow it down. 

	“No!” Saffron screamed, now throwing fireball after 
fireball into the incoming blue ball. The ball slowly began to grow 
in mass, and instead of moving toward Saffron, started to fall 
slowly back toward the mountain. 

	Ranma watched in horror as the ball dropped back 
toward him. He’d used just about all of his strength and ki in that 
final attack and now it was heading back at him. *Stupid! Now 
what am I gonna do!* he thought angrily to himself. 
	
	He slowly pushed himself to his feet and looked at the 
falling blue mass. *I guess I gotta draw it all back in when it hits . . 
. even though that’ll probably blow me up from the inside.* he 
thought with a dry chuckle. 

	“Shishi Hokou Dan!” was cried weakly, a small green 
blast soon after smashing the falling blue one. 

	Ranma looked over quickly, noticing Ryouga standing 
tiredly on his own two feet. *He hasn’t given up yet!* Ranma 
thought, his confidence rising, *Why the hell should I then!* 

	“Shishi Hokou Dan!” Another green ball slammed into the 
blue one. 

	Building up as much ki as he could, Ranma flew up at the 
ball and slammed his elbow into it. He could hear Saffron laughing 
again, thinking he’d won once again. “Alright you egotistical 
bastard, lets see you handle this!” he whispered to himself.

	Another, much smaller green ball pressed against the blue 
one, adding to its size, and pushing it up slightly. But that was all 
Ryouga could handle, as Ranma watched him collapse 
unconscious. 

	Ranma screamed with such anger that the ball moved 
back a little more. His elbow continued to press against the ball, 
forcing it back little by little. Finally he got an advantage over the 
ball of ki against his elbow. His arm stretched out, slamming the 
ball back toward Saffron. 

	The ball moved faster than before, crashing into Saffron’s 
unprepared body. The Phoenix God cried out as pain drove its 
way through every nerve in his body. He felt both his wings tear 
off and disintegrate. 

	Ranma backed away from the ball for a moment before 
flying straight into it. 

	Saffron screaming was silenced as he felt a fist, then half 
an arm rip through his stomach. The blue around him and Ranma 
began to diminish, drawing itself into Ranma’s body. Soon enough, 
the whole ball of ki was inside Ranma, looking for an exit. 

	“Moko Takabisha Kamikaze Revised!” Ranma shouted, 
pumping all of the ki inside of him into Saffron. 

	There was a scream. Then an explosion. And then it was 
over. 

*********
	A couple weeks later:

	“How’s the shirt coming, Kasumi?” Ranma asked as he 
continued his pushups. 

	“Almost done,” she replied, smiling sweetly as she 
embroidered a golden dragon onto the front of one of Ranma’s 
shirts, sitting on his back while doing so. “You think you could do 
your pushups a little smoother?”

	“Sure thing, Kasumi,” Ranma said, grinning as he slowed 
his pace so it’d be a smoother ride. 

	“Ranma!” Nabiki shouted as she rushed into the dojo. 
“You have to see what’s on tv!”

	Stopping in the middle of a pushup, Ranma looked up at 
Nabiki, “What’s going on?”

	“Apparently these people are gonna fight for the world!” 
Nabiki exclaimed and ran back into the house. 

	He stood up, Kasumi doing the same as he did, and the 
two walked back into the house, and into the living room where 
the tv was on and everyone was sitting around watching. He stood 
next to the couch and looked at the tv. 

	The tv panned over six people. There was one who 
looked like a normal human, though his face was slightly scarred, 
and his black hair was tied into a ponytail. Next to him was a taller 
man, completely bald and what looked like a third eye in the 
middle of his forehead. Then there was a smaller guy, also bald, 
just coming up to the waist of the other bald man. After the small 
man, there was an even smaller looking . . . person, if someone 
could call him that. It looked like a little kid, his face painted white 
with two red circles on his cheeks. 

	Everyone in the room gasped as the next person was 
shown on screen. He was the tallest of them all, and green with 
long, pointed ears. He wore a white cloak and turban on his head. 

	“Wha-what is that?” Akane asked, he body shaking 
nervously. 

	Ranma’s eyes widened when the last figured was shown. 
A little boy, maybe six or seven, was wearing a purple gi with a 
white bandana, but that wasn’t all that he had.

	“Is that a tail!” Nabiki gasped in disbelief.

	“Oh my! I think it is!” Kasumi added. 

	Ranma looked down at his own tail and wondered to 
himself if there was a connection. *There has to be!* 

	“Oh my!”

	Ranma looked quickly at the tv as it focused in on two 
other figures. One was fairly short, his black hair sticking up, and 
spiked. He wore strange blue armor, that somewhat looked like 
spandex. He too had a tail wrapped around his waist. The man 
beside him was nearly twice as tall as the first, bald, and covered 
in nothing but muscles. He wore similar armor to that of his smaller 
companion. A tail was wrapped securely around his waist as well. 

	“If you’ve just tuning in,” the news caster announced as 
the camera continued to pan over all the fighters present, “it has 
been reported that these two,” the camera stopped on the massive 
bald man and the short spiky haired man, “are the ones 
responsible for the destruction, and devastation of Salt City earlier 
this morning. Apparently they are challenging these six,” the 
camera panned across the other six, “as representatives of Earth. 
They are our only hope. The only ones brave enough to stand up 
to this menace.”

	Ranma had heard enough. Turning to Kasumi, he asked 
quickly, “You finished my shirt?” 

	“Just . . . finishing . . . finished!” she exclaimed cheerfully, 
holding up his red shirt, now embroidered with a golden dragon.     

	Snatching the shirt out of Kasumi’s hand, Ranma quickly 
took off the one he was currently wearing and slipped on the 
newly remade one. 

	“Where are you going, Ranma?” Nodoka exclaimed as 
Ranma rushed toward the front door.

	“I’m not about to let them fight those guys on their own! 
And look, they’ve got tails. They might be able to explain what 
this,” he wagged his tail, “is!” 

	“Well be careful, Ranma!” Nodoka shouted, “I don’t want 
to lose you right after I got you back again!”

	“Don’t worry mom, with me there, how can we lose!” he 
shouted back as he jumped into the air, a gold aura exploding 
around him before he flew off into the distance at an incredible 
speed. 

	Ranko stared at where her brother had just flown away. 
“Come on, Ranko,” she heard her mother say, “lets watch the tv 
and wait for your brother to show up.”

	Next Time: Earth’s New Hope! Ranma vs Nappa!
It’s Ranma versus Nappa. David versus Goliath. Can Ranma 
rewrite Kami-sama’s proposed fate and save Piccolo, or will the 
Namekian still fall. And what will Vegeta’s reaction be to another 
Saiya-jin who isn’t Kakarotto?

	Authors Notes: Well, after forever, I finished this chapter 
but I did. Something’s are different, as you have read, and some 
of you might be wondering why I let him have the Neko-ken and 
the curse. As well as a sister. Well, those are my own reasons. 
And no, there will be no incest in this fic!
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