Disclaimer: I wish I owned these two series. Takakashi-san and Toriyama-san retain those rights. Those lucky . . . . *Incoherent muttering* A True Saiya-jin A Ranma ½/ Dragon Ball Z Crossover By Hawk Note: This takes place during the Saiya-jin saga and goes onward from there. This fic starts when Vegeta calls a three-hour truce in the fighting, thinking that when “Kakarrot” arrives, things will get much more interesting. I’ll probably be using Krillin instead of Kuririn cause it’s easier to spell and remember ^_^; Same thing goes for Bulma instead of Buruma. Parts of the story will happen a little differently, such as different lines spoken or small parts left out mainly because I don’t have a perfect memory and I’ve seen a lot of the original. That’s all from me. Enjoy! ^_^ Prologue - Another Tail “. . . Well, there you go. Three extra hours of life. Enjoy them,” Vegeta explained, smirking at Piccolo and Krillin. “I’m . . . I’m sorry . . . but I got so s-scared . . .” Gohan mumbled to Piccolo and Krillin a little bit later. “Away with you then! We have no use for a coward,” Piccolo growled, looking down at Gohan angrily, arms crossed over his chest. “I was a fool to expect so much.” “Hey, come on . . . it’s his first fight . . .” Krillin spoke quietly, large drops of sweat dripping off his forehead. *The way the big one cowered . . . that must mean . . .* Piccolo thought, glancing at Vegeta and Nappa the corner of his eyes. *That the little one is even _more_ powerful . . . it’s hopeless!* “I still don’t get it . . . why do we want to wait for Kakarrot?” Nappa growled to Vegeta. “Be cause he’s a traitor to all Saiya-jins,” Vegeta answered from where he was sitting on a large boulder, placing his scouter over his ear. “A traitor deserves to see his son and friends die before his eyes . . . deserves to feel how powerless he is . . . how much agony we can inflict . . . Until after three or four hours . . . heh . . . he’ll beg us to send him to hell.” “Ha! I should’ve had faith in you!” Nappa shouted, clenching his fists in excitement. “That’s _if_ he shows up in three hours . . .” Vegeta added. “You can have Kakarrot, but let me do those three!” Nappa exclaimed, his face lighting up with a massive grin. “Do whichever you want . . . but _after_ we make the Namek talk about the Dragon Balls,” Vegeta answered with a wave of his hand. “Mmm . . . I hope he shows up . . .” Nappa rumbled. “Damn! What’s _keeping_ him!?” Krillin shouted, clenching his fist in frustration. “Did he really come back to life!?” He turned to Piccolo, eyes wide with fear. “Why don’t we just run away!? Why just stand here and _die_!?” “Fool . . . they’re planning to annihilate mankind anyway . . . Do you prefer to die running or standing?” This was Piccolo’s quiet and stern reply. *Rrrrg . . . _PLEASE, Goku! Come quick! And be more _powerful_ than them . . . PLEASE!* Krillin thought frantically, fist clenched, sweat pouring down the sides of his face. ********* Up on Kami’s lookout: “Where _is_ he!?” Kami-sama whispered to himself, a lone drop of sweat sliding down the side of his head. ********* *Still not going fast enough!* Goku thought angrily as he raced above Snake Way at his top speed. ********* 30 minutes into the truce: “But Vegeta, this is boring!” Nappa whined before fairly snarling, “I wanna go _kill_ something!” He drove his fist into his palm for emphasis. Vegeta raised an eyebrow Nappa’s uncommon behavior. “Remind me to look into having you de-wormed again.” Nappa grumbled something unintelligible. He _hated_ being de-wormed. “But I’m bored! Can’t I go have some fun?” Vegeta snorted. “Fine, but be sure to return once three hours have passed.” He crossed his arms and gave the three remaining Earth fighters a smug look, daring them to try something. The three really didn’t try anything, but they did do something. As Nappa rose into the air, all three turned their heads to the right, almost in unison. Something was coming? It was heading right for them. “You think it’s Goku?” Krillin asked Piccolo in a whisper. “Not sure, Krillin, right?” Piccolo answered. “But who else could it be?” “Ya . . . Krillin.” the short bald man nodded. “It’s him, it has to be him!” Gohan shouted in excitement. “I knew he’d make it!” “Huh?” Vegeta grunted looking away from Nappa to the three fighters. “What’re you talking about?” “Goku’s back! Hah! Now you’re gonna get it!” Krillin exclaimed happily, tears forming in his eyes. “He made it! Haha!” Both Vegeta and Nappa looked around seeing nothing. “What the hell are you talkin’ about!? I don’t see anyone?” Nappa growled in frustration from where he hovered 40 feet in the air. “They seem to have the power to detect chi? Lets see. . .” Snapping the scouter to the side of his head, Vegeta looked in Nappa’s direction and pushed the button on the side twice. Beeping two times, strange signals appeared in the screen along with two yellow dots. One figured on Nappa and the other appeared father off in the direction his Saiya-jin companion was looking. He read Nappa’s power around 3000 having dropped 1000 from fighting with the Namek and the small bald man. Vegeta snorted to himself. It was wonder why he even kept that weakling around. His gaze swept to the other power level. Now this was interesting. The power level was only at 500 so it couldn’t be Kakarrot. But! There was no way of being sure until the fighter presented himself. *Damn earthlings and their power level hiding shit.* he thought to himself glaring at the position of the oncoming fighter. “Well?! What the hell is it?!” Nappa shouted angrily. “It’s nothing much. Only 500, but we can’t be sure,” Vegeta explained before thundering irritated, “And don’t snap at me, you idiot!” Nappa grumbled something unintelligibly before realizing something. “Only 500? That can’t be right!” he exclaimed surprised. “Can it?!” “That’s what the scouter reads, idiot! Besides, he’s probably hiding his real power! Pay attention!” Vegeta shot back nearly snarling. “500?” Krillin asked in disbelieve and to no one in particular. “He has to be hiding it,” Piccolo clarified sharply, eyes narrowed, a drop of blood dribbling down the side of his face. “Piccolo-san’s right! With all the training he’s received, who knows what new techniques he’s learned!” Gohan exclaimed worriedly yet somewhat excited. “Nappa! Get down here!” Vegeta snapped at the over sized Saiya-jin. “But-!” Nappa started. “Now, dammit!” Vegeta snarled. Muttering incoherently, Nappa slowly descended, landing with a soft >thud<. “This sucks,” the monkey tailed man final said something everyone could hear. “Deal with it, you damn gorilla!” “Vegeta!” Nappa whined pathetically. “I feel like I’m a zookeeper,” Vegeta muttered rubbing his forehead, glancing at the frowning Nappa before imaging him as a large, hairy gorilla. *Yep. Definitely a gorilla.* he thought sardonically. “Look! I can see him!” Gohan shouted suddenly, pointing at a small glowing speck in the sky. *Doesn’t feel like Goku.* Piccolo thought, intrigued yet worried at the same time. He stole a glance at Gohan, smiling slightly at the young fighter. He narrowed his eyes at the speck, now much larger than before. For now, all they could do was watch and wait. Ten minutes passed. “Sonofabitch! What’s taking him so damn long!?” Nappa swore loudly and angrily. “Have patience, Nappa. Just think. Once he gets here, the fun will really begin,” Vegeta explained before chuckling dryly. “I can’t wait any longer! I’m goin’ over to him!” Nappa hollered before leaping 50 feet into the air and flying in the direction of the much larger, visibly golden, glowing light. “Nappa, get back here!” Vegeta snarled, but to no avail. *Stupid buffoon! If the guy’s trouble, I’m not helping him.* “Come on you pussy! Lets see what ya got!” Nappa taunted, screaming out his insult as well as a wad of spit to go with it. The flying figures battle aura, who was now less than 70 yards away from Nappa, blinked out of existence along with the person inside. “Huh?” To say Nappa was dumb folded would have been an understatement. Except for the fact that he was always dumb, so saying that would be hard to do. In a sense. He stopped flying immediately only to stare idiotically at the place the battle aura had just been. “What the fu. . .” Vegeta faltered, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, arms uncrossing over his chest and dropping to his sides. “Where’d he g-!” Was all that left Nappa’s mouth as a leg appeared in front of his gut. Nappa bent over, eyes wide, puking out a wad of air. He q reached to his stomach for the leg, but it blinked into existence over his hunched back. The massive Saiya-jin warrior streaked toward the ground at an incredible speed, landubg with an amazing explosion of dust and rock, his body lodged 3 feet deep in the ground. “Incredible,” Vegeta whispered, his words echoing the thoughts of Piccolo and Krillin. “I barely even saw him move!” he growled out loud up at the figure whose body was still covered in its golden aura down to the somewhat buried Nappa. “Baka,’ he muttered, glaring at the downed fighter. “Did you see that!?” Krillin shouted staring at Nappa’s fallen form, eyes so wide they took up almost all of his face. “Yes,” Piccolo growled, eyes scanning the area where the gold ball they’d been watching disappeared. Like Vegeta, he’d barely been able to see what happened. The person had appeared in front of Nappa, slightly to the Saiya-jin’s left side and sent his whole leg, knee slightly bent, into Nappa’s stomach with in the blink of an eye. Immediately after, the fighter had twisted his whole body, avoiding Nappa’s hands, and sent the same leg onto the monkeys back. Nappa’s back nearly bent into a ‘U’ shape before he continued with the motion, sending the bald giant flying. The fighter had skill, that was obvious. The whole thing had taken a little less than 2 seconds. But that wasn’t really what Piccolo was thinking about. There was something wrong with the way he’d disappeared and reappeared in front of Nappa. There was something he was missing. The aura he was using now was different than the one he’d been using before his virtual teleport. He looked up at the figure along with Krillin and Gohan. “Who’s that!?” Krillin shouted pointing up at the new comer. Was that fear he’d heard in Krillin’s voice? *What’s wrong with the guy’s looks?* Piccolo thought before noticing what both Krillin and Gohan were staring at. “I-it can’t be!” he shouted, body tensing. “What?” Vegeta asked looking over to Krillin. *‘Who’s that?’ What does that mean? Does that mean this guy’s not Kakarrot?* He looked up at the golden flamed fighter, eyes narrowed. “You!? Who are you . . .” his voice went dead as he stared at the exact same spot the other three were staring at. The figure turned his gaze to Vegeta, cold blue eyes staring down at him. The fighters aura flared once before vanishing completely, smoke rising slowing from the mans shoulders and back. The man was wearing a red, Chinese style, sleeveless shirt, with a exquisite golden, Japanese style dragon embroidered to the chest. His black pants matched the color of his thick boots and the fingerless gloves on his hands. His shirt fit like a second skin showing off his impressive chest, abs and arms while his pants, slightly baggy, hid the powerful weapons underneath from sight. His hair was a thick midnight black, spiky and tied in a pigtail. Three spikes of hair hung from his forehead down to his eyebrows and his pigtail ended in four smaller spikes itself. The rest of his hair was press flat to his head because the pigtail held it down so tightly. He was about 5'7 maybe 5'8, his face incredibly handsome. His nose was sharp pointed, his cheeks and jaw sleek, dark blue circled the pitch black pupils in his eyes while his muscle definition was molded and tanned to perfection. In his left hand, a small, green bean was held between his index and middle finger. But none of that wasn’t what the four fighters were staring at. It was the thick monkey tail wrapped around his waist. “Impossible . . .” Vegeta whispered breathlessly as he stared in utter shock. The boy turned to Nappa, who was pulling himself out of his self sized hole, grunting while doing so. “Who’s a pussy?” the pigtailed Saiya-jin asked smirking arrogantly. Next Time: A Different Tail A summary of what, where, when, why and how our favorite pigtailed hero became what he is. A summary of sorts, going through the 38 volumes hence the title ‘A Different Tail’. Tail/Tale. I’m sure you all get that. Authors Notes: You think it’ll be easy, but then it’s not. Took me a while to finish this little thing mainly cause schools being a bitch. Gonna continue work on MU4 now. Ranma’s power level and other stuff you might have questions about will be answered so just bear with me. And no, Ranma didn’t fall into Spring of a drown Saiya-jin. You’ll find out what happened in Chapter 1. Gotta website, I did! http://www.geocities.com/tenma83/ Is the place, it is! Sorry, been watching a bunch of Rurouni Kenshin lately. Can also be found at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Quasar/6189/ and http://home.earthlink.net/~tannim/ Hope you enjoyed! Email me at Hawk49er@attbi.com and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Things you might not of known or should know: 1 - Nappa has a potty mouth in the Japanese version 2 - Saiya-jin’s have sharp tipped nose. That’s why Ranma’s nose is ‘sharp pointed’ 3 - I figured Ranma’s eyes would be like Trunk’s. The color of the eye circling the black center 4. Nappa has a potty mouth. 5. Ranma’s power level is not 500 6. Once again, "Ranma didn't fall into a 'Spring of drown Saiya-jin'."