Red: No, I don't own any part of Dragonball Z or Ranma½ *sniff* but this story is mine! With maybe a few scenes from Ranma½. Dragonball Z, Ranma½ and all the characters therein belong to their respective owner, namely Akira Toriyama and Rumiko Takahashi.

Warning

This is yaoi based. No, you won't see any of your favourite characters bouncing on top of each other like rabbits on heat, but it's more of the bondage thing. Heart to heart…NOT skin to skin (although, the only skin and skin contact is when they're fighting…just putting that up for all those *technical* bakas.)!

Summary

Ranma½ rip-off, anyone? Nah, just joking! This story is like a mixture of Dragonball Z and Ranma½. The characters come from Dragonball Z, but you can guess which idea I'm borrowing from Takahashi-sama…hehehehe.

Kakarotto½

(Or, as you Ranma½ fans would put it: The Great Ranma½ Rip-off)

Kakarotto is a girl?!

In the quiet little town of Tokyo, everybody went about their daily business. The baker was open selling Moon Cakes and other sweet confectioneries. Many women were hanging their futons out for a good beating and, somewhere in the streets; a man was cycling on his bicycle selling ice creams. Everything was as normal as any other day.

"YAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

Even the screams that were coming from the Saiyan Dojo. Many years ago, Saiyans had come from space asking the ningen if they could spare a place for them to live. Their own planet, Vegeta-sei, had been destroyed and the thousands that were with them at that moment were the lucky ones to survive. At first, this caused quite a stir on Chikyuu, but after some debate they agreed to give the Saiyans their own place to live. The Japanese willingly gave up their continent for these great fighters, and even though many stayed behind in their native country, they mixed very well with the Saiyans. [AN: No disrespect to the Japanese!]

The ningen were very surprised with the way the Saiyans behaved. Saiyans were believed to be a bloodthirsty race who loved nothing more than chaos and destruction, but it seemed like that was a mere rumor. As a thank you for allowing them to live on Chikyuu, the Saiyans kept the names of the city and the continent. Japan was still Japan and Tokyo was still Tokyo. Just inhabited with Saiyans, that's all. The Saiyan culture also fascinated the ningen, as everything they did seemed more civilized then their own. There were some things that shocked them at first, like same sex mating and the idea that certain males with tails can get pregnant, but all that shocked passed by many, many years ago. Now, ningen and Saiyans lived in peace on the same planet.

"NYAAAAAAHH!!!" he screamed as he punched the air even harder. "HYA! HYA! HYA!" Vegeta no Ouji was the Saiyan Prince by right. Yet, even though he lived in and trained in the Saiyan Dojo, he was treated like everyone else, an equal. But that didn't bother him. In fact, he thought it was better like that. After all, the only reason why his family was ever royalty on Vegeta-sei was because they were the strongest of their kind. Nothing more.

"HYAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" he screamed as he leapt into the air and swung his foot around to smash a board to splinters. He leapt back; smirking to himself at the sight of sawdust that slowly drifted from the air to the polished wooden floors of the dojo. Suddenly, he heard clapping, as though someone was watching him.

"Very nice, Vegeta-kun." He smirked as he recognised the voice.

"Goten, what are you doing here?" he asked, unwrapping his tail from his waist, back still turned to the said Saiyan.

"I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about." Goten smiled when he looked from Vegeta, to the suu gaku book thrown to one side of the dojo, to the scraps of wood and broken punching bags littering the dojo. I guess Vegeta flipped out when he couldn't do one of his sums…again. He thought amusedly as he uncoiled his own tail.

"Well, what do you want?" he asked. Goten smiled at his little brother.

"Tousan said he had something very important to tell us."

"Hmm? Nani?"

"Shinai, but he says it's really important." Goten said, shrugging his shoulders as he walked out from the doorway. Vegeta frowned to himself as he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

What could tousan possibly have to tell us that's really important? He wondered as he flung the damp towel back to the chair. He quickly glanced to the corner where he had thrown his suu gaku book and scowled. Che! Looks like I'll have to get to that later.

Meanwhile, a young woman was kicking up a fuss as a Panda dragged her through the busy streets of the town.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU OLD FOOL!! PUT ME DOWN, RIGHT NOW!!!! I SAID I WASN'T GOING!!!" Her insistent screaming brought about the attention of many, but otherwise, most of them left the onna on her own.

Back at the Saiyan Dojo, King Vegeta sat on one end of the table as he viewed his sons in silence. There were three of them. Trunks was the oldest, and didn't look anything like a Saiyan, especially with his deep lavender hair that hung down, gently touching the upper part of his brow and crystal blue eyes. And even though he was a pureblooded Saiyan, he preferred to cook than to fight. Goten was the second oldest. He looked a little more Saiyan, what with his ink black hair jutting out in all directions and he was a little bit stronger than Trunks. But like his older brother, even though he, too, was pureblooded, he preferred to tend to his social life and his good looks. Vegeta was the youngest and the only one who looked like an actual Saiyan. They named him Vegeta when he was born because he had the same upswept hair as his father and the same ink black eyes. But unlike his father and his brothers, Vegeta was naturally beautiful. He didn't need to try hard to make anyone drool because of his petit and well-toned figure or at his extremely good looks. It just came naturally. His face was also different from his father's, as King Vegeta had very manly and rugged features, while Vegeta no Ouji looked feminine and rather delicate with bangs hanging down over his forehead. That is, when he wasn't fighting. But of the three, Vegeta seemed to be more keen on fighting that his two older siblings. All three had tails, indicating that all three could become mothers. Trunks's was a light brown, Goten's was chocolatey brown and Vegeta's was midnight black.

All three stared at their father was eyes of curiousness and puzzlement. He smiled when he passed by a pair that glared at him for interrupting his training before speaking.

"Well now, my sons, I have some very good news for you." The three glanced at each other before turning their attention back to their father. "My old friend and comrade is coming to visit us, along with his son."

"His son?" asked Goten, a huge smile suddenly plastered to his face. Trunks smiled eagerly as well, but Vegeta just rolled his eyes and grunted. "What's he like?"

"I have no idea. All I know is that his name is Kakarotto." He replied, scratching his beard thoughtfully. "But, we thought it would be best if he mated with one of you, so as to keep the bloodline of Vegeta going." Trunks seemed to agree with his father, Goten began to babble on about how he wasn't decently dressed and how he hoped that this boy was good-looking and Vegeta seemed disgusted by the whole idea.

"When's he going to get here?" squealed Goten.

"Bardock wrote to me to say he'd be arriving on the fifth of September."

"The fifth…why, that's today!" yelped Goten.

"Tousan, why didn't you tell us about this sooner?" questioned Trunks, a little worried that he wasn't looking his best for Kakarotto.

"Simple, I didn't want anyone to suddenly back out on it." He said as he grinned at a scowling Vegeta.

"Who said I was 'in' in the first placed?" he snapped, turning his head to one side. King Vegeta smiled at his youngest son.

"Stubborn, just like your kaasan." He said jovially. Vegeta growled as his tail lashed out from side to side. He was about to retort with some witty comment when they heard someone screaming outside their house.

Gingerly, King Vegeta pushed the shoji to one side as he and his sons looked out to see a raven haired person being carried up the front path by a huge black and white panda with a crimson bandana tied to its head and a scar running down the left side of its face.  The four stared at this strange sight until the panda came thudding right up to them and placed the person down. They all took a good look at him. He had the same ink black hair jutting out in all direction as Goten, and he looked just as feminine, too. The four stared at him and he stared back, all five totally oblivious to the fact that the panda had made its way into the house and into the bathroom.

Finally, when he could stand the silence no longer, he spoke up.

"Kakarotto desu," he said as he clung to the front of his orange and blue gi. "Gomen nasai…"

"Ah, there's no need to be sorry!" said King Vegeta happily, a little unsure if this really was Kakarotto, but then again, he didn't want to doubt his word. "Welcome, my son!"

He went over to embrace Kakarotto, a sign that he was welcoming the boy into his life as another member of the family. But a mere ten seconds as he was hugging, he felt something very strange push up against his chest. Gingerly, he stepped back and took a look down, only to be staring at a pair of boobs.

"N…nani?!" he yelped as he leapt back. Curiously, Goten walked over, bent down and prodded Kakarotto in the chest. Suspicion confirmed, he lifted his head, facial expression that of annoyance.

"Umm…tousan," he asked cynically. "I thought you said he was a boy?" 

Notes:

Ningen: human

Chikyuu: Earth (the planet)

Suu gaku: Maths

Tousan: father

Nani: what

Shinai: I don't know

Kaasan: mother

Shoji: The sliding rice paper doors in traditional Japanese homes

Kakarotto desu: My name's Kakarotto

Gomen nasai: I'm very sorry