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

Now, ON TO THE STORY!

DBZR ½
Prelude: When Worlds Collide

In Nerima…

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

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

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

As he disappears into LEO (Low Earth Orbit), Akane puts her favorite mallet back in hammer-space, huffs, and storms off to take out her anger and frustrations another training dummy. "That perverted jerk! I hope I never see him again!" she ground out as she entered the training area.

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

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

"Oh my! I didn't even hear you get up, much less go outside Ranma. Would you like to come in and get some hot water?" Kasumi asks in her usual, forever-friendly manner.

Ranma-chan barely notices. "Thanks a lot, Kasumi." She stalks after the eldest Tendo sister. Another splash later, Ranma walks back out into the living area of the Tendo's home. As usual, Soun and Genma are playing shogi. Feeling like hitting something, Ranma catches the leg of the chair his father is sitting on with his foot and rips it out from under the fat excuse of a martial artist. *THUD*

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

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

In another world...

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

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

"OH TRU~NKS! GET~UP!" Bulma's singsong voice wafts through the lavender- haired demi-saiyajin's door. Trunks groans loudly, pulls himself out of bed, and whips the door open.

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

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

"Oh yeah, that right! YES! " Trunks starts dancing around.

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

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

"Aw, Mom! Please drop that 'I wish you would do this on a school day' act. I hate school! Bye!" Goten didn't even wait for his mother's response. Already in an outfit similar to his father's, his power bo on his back, he is out the door and in the air in a flash, heading west. Chichi groans and turns to her husband, who is just now coming out of their bedroom.

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

"Don't worry about it, Chichi. Goten's a kid, of course he hates school…" a black cloud, complete with lightning, appears over Chichi's head when she hears this. "…but I will talk to him. He still has need for a good education," Goku finishes quickly, not wanting to anger his wife any farther. Apparently, this is enough to satisfy Chichi, for she turns and heads back to the kitchen. Goku blinks, and just stands there for a second. That's funny. Despite having reached the third level of super saiyajin, and being the strongest of the Z-Fighters, I am and forever will be at the mercy of Chichi. Hmm… "Who can make the strongest fighter in the Universe quake in fear? The answer: his wife!"

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

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

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

"Eh he, whoops…" Trunks sweatdrops nervously.

"Is that ALL you have to say?"

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

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

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

Bulma rolls her eyes. "That's 'Where is my sword, PLEASE' to you, young man."

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

Bulma ignores the way her son rushed his request. "I put it in your father's armor closet, Trunks. Although I wish you wouldn't play with something that dangerous…" She turns around to head back to her lab.

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

In Nerima...

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

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

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

Hmm… it's been a while since a new face popped up. Funny, ever since I got here, I've never gone more than a month without somebody new showing up and turning my life on its head. And yet, it's been almost two months now… past experience tells me that it's about time for some new craziness. Oh boy, what now…?

Elsewhere...

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

In another world…

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

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

"A hell of a lot better, now that school's done!" Trunks says with a grin.

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

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

"Okay! Hey, come to think of it, I'm feeling the same way." Goten laughs. "Let's start on the island over there." He points at the southern-most clump of rock.

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

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

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

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

"Get set…" Their auras flare as they go super saiyajin.

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

In Nerima…

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

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

Another world/Nerima…

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

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

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

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

"Crap, same here! It's like they disappeared…"

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

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

Goten's sense flickers. "Hmm…"

"What is it?" Trunks asks.

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

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

TBC...

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