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: And so it begins... finally... lol
Chapter 2 - Earth's New Hope! Ranma vs Nappa!
The Tendo and Saotome families crowded around the tv,
watching as green men grew from the Earth. They watched three
of the fighters die. The man with the scars on his face blowing up.
The small child with a white face doing a kamikaze attack. The
man with three eyes dying of exhaustion.
The three other fighters struggled to do anything
permanent to the giant man. Their movements were occasional
blurs across the screen and it seemed as if firing Ki blasts wasn't
something new to them.
After a small bout of fighting, they stopped and stood a
distance away from each other, talking at a distance. Their words
went unheard. The short man with the tall spiky hair sat down on a
nearby rock.
Time went by and nothing happened. The cameramen
took this time to show close ups of the young boys face as tears
rolled down his face. The tall green man had turned his back on
the boy, appearing to be extremely pissed off. The shorter bald
man was trying to console the young boy.
All the while, the massive bald man was continuously
twitching and moving around, very antsy about doing nothing. He
turned to the smaller man and started yelling. The smaller man
seemed to consent and the camera followed the larger man as he
floated into the air.
Then everyone on the tv stopped.
"Ranma's there. . ." Ranko whispered.
*********
"Who's a pussy?" Ranma asked, shouting down at Nappa.
Nappa growled loudly as he pushed himself out of his own
crater. He was going to grab that irritable little punk around the
neck and tear him in two.
Laughing once to himself, Ranma unceremoniously let
himself drop from the sky, his shoes touching the ground with a
soft tap. He slid the green bean into his shirt for safe keeping
before crossing his arms and grinning.
"You God damn ass! I'm gonna kill you!" Nappa
screamed, bending at the knees, preparing to lunge.
"Nappa! You damn retard!" Vegeta shouted angrily, arms
thrown behind him in frustration. "Take a closer look before you
start attacking!"
"Huh?" Nappa grunted, looking back at Vegeta then to
Ranma. "What're you talking about . . ." he trailed off as e finally
noticed what everyone else was staring at. "He's a Saiya-jin!"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "This is something that we really
didn't need."
"I thought those two and Goku were the only remaining
Saiya-jins . . ." Krillin whispered, his voice full of shock and awe.
Gohan swallowed loudly. "Is he on our side? Is he one of
daddy's friends? He did just attack that big guy," he pointed out,
praying to Kami that the newcomer was indeed on their side.
"Lets hope he is, Gohan . . ." Krillin responded quietly.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Vegeta demanded harshly,
expecting the answer immediately. He was after all, the Prince of
all Saiya-jins. All four of them, that is.
"Yeah! Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Nappa
added angrily, his ki flaring for a moment.
Ranma sniffed once in disdain, turning his head from the
other Saiya-jins and to the last remaining Z fighters. *What the hell
kinda screwed up fight is this anyway . . .* he thought as he
looked over the tall green fighter, followed by the small bald one
then the six year-old child.
"You'll answer Vegeta's question or I'll make you!"
Nappa thundered, his face flushing crimson with anger.
Ignoring the overly muscled man's outburst, Ranma turned
to the short one with his hair sticking straight up. His black
eyebrow raised in curiosity. *And just how much gel does that guy
have to use . . .?*
"What're you looking at?" Vegeta asked dangerously.
"You . . ." Ranma said slowly, walking up to the smaller
man. "What are you?"
"What the hell kinda question is that?" Vegeta retorted.
"What. Are. You. I want to know what you are. What's
the tail thing?" Ranma asked slowly, almost mockingly.
"What a fucking stupid question!" Nappa raged from the
side. "How can you not know what you are! You're a Saiya-jin,
fool!"
"Shut up, Nappa! Remember Kakarott! He didn't know
what he was until Radditz told him!" Vegeta shouted back at
Nappa before turning to the pigtailed boy once again. "You don't
know what you are?"
"I know I can't be all human . . ." he looked at Nappa
curiously. "Apparently I'm part . . . Saiya-jin?"
"You're not Saiya-jin. You are _a_ Saiya-jin," Vegeta
replied sternly, as if answering a restless child.
"I'm a Saiya-jin? What the hell is a Saiya-jin?" Ranma
exclaimed, mystified at the mumbo jumbo the short Saiya-jin
Prince was saying.
Nappa growled at the stupidity of the boy. "The Saiya-jin
race is the strongest race there is, fool! Our kind conquers planets
with passing ease! _That_ is who we are."
"Doesn't say much about your kind . . ." Ranma replied
slowly and pitifully.
Vegeta took a step forward, Ranma following in foot.
Soon enough they were standing directly in front of one another.
Small crackles of ki danced across their chest, occasionally
pushing against the others.
"We're the strongest race that exists. With every passing
battle we grow stronger, faster, keener!" Vegeta rumbled quietly,
"We. You, Nappa," he pointed at Nappa, "Kakarott, and I are
the last remaining Saiya-jins. The last of a dying race."
"We're goin' extinct, eh? Great . . . So who the fuck does
all this make you? Our King?" Ranma asked the troll doll haired
man sarcastically.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "I am Vegeta, Prince of all
Saiya-jins."
Ranma's eyes widened. "Really? Wow! Prince of what?
Four people? That's soooooo coool!" he shouted in mock glee,
hand planted on the sides of his face, shaking his head back and
forth.
Krillin and Gohan laughed to themselves at the sight,
enjoying it immensely while they could.
Vegeta was about to speak but Nappa beat him to it.
"Hey, you little shithole! You can't speak to Vegeta that way!" He
lunged forward, arm pulled back, fist curled.
"Nappa . . ." Vegeta growled to himself, but made no
motion to move.
His fist came down, tearing into the spot where Ranma
had been standing. He growled as his massive fist only connected
with gravel, tossing it everywhere.
Vegeta remained where he was, his ki disintegrating or
blocking any gravel that came toward him. His eyes narrowed
even more, his frown becoming deeper.
Nappa's ki flared around, as his scream of anger sounded
loudly in everyone's ears. The ground exploded around his buried
fist before he did a 180o, looking for the boy.
"It's a man like him!" Everyone looked up to the sky, at
the point the voice was coming from. "That shows me exactly
what kinda people we Saiya-jin are." Ranma slowly floated back
down to the ground, landing lightly, arms crossed once again.
"That is why, I won't be joining you. My name's Saotome
Ranma, I'd decided before I'd even gotten here that I was gonna
fight against you. My family lives here as well as my friends. You
don't own this _planet_ and at the end of the day . . . you still
won't."
Piccolo and Krillin nodded, eyes narrowing. They still had
a chance.
"What!?" Vegeta and Nappa roared simultaneously.
"You didn't really _think_ I was gonna automatically bow
down to you after you called yourself a Prince did you?" Ranma
exclaimed with a laugh. "You've gotta be kiddin' me!" He glided
backwards, skimming across the ground until he stop next to
Piccolo, standing a full foot less than the green alien. "What the hell
are you? Don't you think it's a little earlier for Halloween?"
Despite his anger, Vegeta felt compelled to answer having
realized just minutes before Ranma's arrival what "Piccolo" as
they called him, was. "He's a Namekian."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Namekian. . .?" Piccolo mumbled.
"From the planet Namek! Don't tell me you didn't know
that?"
Piccolo said nothing.
"Does no one on this planet know where they're from?"
Vegeta exclaimed in frustration. "There's a legend that on Namek
there are magical balls that will grant you any wish and it came to
me. Since these Dragon Balls on Earth grant wishes just like the
legendary ones on Namek. . . and here we have a Namek on
Earth, then the balls on Namek must exist as well."
"So . . . what?" Nappa stared at him dumbly.
"In other words. . ," Vegeta sneered at the others. "You can
kill them all."
*********
On the screen Ranma was talking to Vegeta pointedly,
face to face. What they were saying couldn't be heard, but it was
apparently pissing off the large, bald man. Sweat dropped from
the side of every head in the Tendo house when Ranma clearly
started to making fun of the who he was talking to.
The bald man moved and his fist was instantly where
Ranma had been standing. Ranko screamed and everyone else
gasped and tightly clutched anything they could get their hands on.
The camera zoomed out to show Ranma hovering in the
air, arms crossed over his chest, speaking down at the short man
again.
"What is Shuuto doing?" Ranko asked nervously.
Genma grumbled.
Ranma dropped to the ground and slid backwards,
stopping beside the tall, green man.
The short man with spiky hair began talking to everyone,
most of all the green man. He stopped talking and looked at his
massive companion.
Everyone in the house could read his lips.
The large man cracked his knuckles and charged the
others.
*********
"Split up!" Ranma cried.
Gohan and Krillin jumped to the sides, while Piccolo
jumped into the air. Ranma glided backwards, dodging Nappa's
fist as it tore through where they'd all just been standing.
Nappa stopped and looked around. "Who should I kill
first . . .?" He looked at Ranma, then Piccolo, Krillin and finally
Gohan. His grin widened and he charged again.
Piccolo screamed and moved to help.
Gohan stared wide eyed before being shoved roughly to
the side. He looked up to see Ranma standing where he'd just
been.
"You're mine!" Ranma cried before dodging a punch from
Nappa. "You're also slow!" His fist collided with Nappa's nose.
"Trying to fight a kid! What kinda coward are you? Fight someone
your own size! Or . . . half your size at least."
"Fine! I'll kill you first, and then finish off the others, and
then Kakkarott!"
"Enough talk, not enough fighting!" Ranma exclaimed,
jumping at Nappa.
The two began exchanging blows. Their fists blurred at
one another, knees moving up to block, kicks colliding at the shin.
The two broke apart, and Nappa quickly hurled a ball of ki at
Ranma.
Ranma rolled around the ball, cupping it and guiding it
upward. The ball flew harmlessly into the air.
Nappa's fist embedded itself in Ranma's gut. His head
smashed into Ranma's. Grabbing his leg, Nappa swung the other
Saiya-Jin around and threw him down toward the ground.
Flipping over in midair, Ranma bounced off the ground
and launched himself back at Nappa. He fired two balls of ki at
Nappa which he easily block. Ranma's knee slammed into
Nappa's face. Flipping over Nappa's head, and twisted around
to face the behemoth's back, he punched at it with near
Amaguriken speed, making the armor crack. Ducking under
Nappa's arm as the man spun around, Ranma sunk back to the
ground.
Ranma stopped and looked up at Nappa. "You're too
slow for me."
Nappa's anger began to grow. "I'm not too slow, damn
you!"
"He could beat Nappa," Gohan said to Krillin, the two of
them standing beside each other now while Piccolo stood off to
the side.
Nappa flew down at Ranma, who remained where he
was. Again, Nappa's fist hit nothing but dirt, as Ranma jumped
back at the last moment.
Ranma shook his head, and stuck out his tongue. "Too
slow!" He kicked Nappa in the face, making the larger Saiya-jin
reel back. His fist rammed into Nappa's gut, making him bend
over. Raising his arms above his head, Ranma clenched his hands
together and brought them down on the back of Nappa's head
sending the mans head first into the ground.
Nappa laughed as he pulled his head out of the ground.
"You maybe faster than I am, but I'm by far stronger!"
Caught by surprise, Ranma was unable to fully block
Nappa's punch. The pigtailed Saiya-jin slid backward, his heels
digging into the ground and dragging up dirt. He stopped and
dropped to one of his knees, covering his stomach. Coughing
once, Ranma wiped the little bit of spittle off his lips. "Damn, that
is strong."
Nappa charged Ranma again. "Now you die!"
Ranma grunted as he dodged Nappa's attacks. 'The
punch to my stomach really slowed me down,' Ranma thought
before Nappa's hand enclosed on his head. He was slammed into
the ground face first.
Nappa filled his hand, that was holding Ranma's head,
with ki and fired. Nappa's ki engulfed all of Ranma. He blinked
when he found Ranma still in one piece, and still in his hand.
Ranma felt himself lifted off the ground by Nappa and held
off the ground. He dangled limply, seemingly dead. He was tossed
to the side, and landed hard on his right arm.
Nappa turned to Gohan, Krillin and Piccolo. "So who's
next?"
"Get ready," Piccolo rumbled.
"Hey tall, bald, and ugly . . . I'm not done with you yet!"
Ranma groaned as his pushed himself to his feet. "You and I aren't
finished!"
Nappa marched over to Ranma, making sure that his
boots crushed the rocks under his feet into dust. "Talk about
pathetic!"
Ranma was lifted off the ground and tossed into the air. A
ball of ki slammed into his stomach and exploded, launching him
farther away. He crashed through a tree and landed hard on his
back. "This isn't working out quite how I planned. . ."
Nappa turned again to the three remaining protectors of
Earth. "Where was I?"
Piccolo charged, and exchanged blows with Nappa.
Krillin followed and attacked Nappa as well. Gohan stayed
behind, breathing heavily, trying to work up his courage.
"Gohan! Help us!" Piccolo screamed.
Gohan did the only thing he thought that would help them
at that time. He ran away to find their Saiya-jin ally.
Ranma groaned and tried to push himself to his feet. He
heard someone running toward him, but knew it wasn't Nappa.
The footsteps were too soft. Looking up, he saw the kid coming
toward him.
Gohan knelt beside the older boy. "Are you alright?"
"Why're you here? How come you're not fighting with the
others?" Ranma asked.
"I'm no good at fighting," Gohan explained as he helped
Ranma to his feet. "What's your name?"
"Ranma."
"I'm Gohan." He offered his hand, which Ranma ignored.
"That's great, now that we're introduced, I think you
should go help your friends," Ranma grunted.
"I told you, I'm no good at fighting," Gohan replied,
frowning.
"You're wrong. I can feel a lot of energy buried deep
inside of you. Also the way you hold yourself. I can tell you have
some training. Your friends need your help, I don't. Go help
them," Ranma said, pushing Gohan away.
"O-ok. . ." Gohan said before turning and running towards
where Piccolo and Krillin were taking a beating from Nappa.
"Be careful, kid!" Ranma called before slumping back to
the ground. "It's times like this that I wished I'd gone through the
Bakusai Tenketsu training. . ."
He looked at the fallen tree beside him. "I'm sorry. . . but
I need your help," he said, placing his hand on its side.
Krillin crashed into the ground and groaned. "Don't . . .
think I can help anymore. . ."
Piccolo panted, sweat running down his face. He was
already getting tired and it had been only a couple minutes since
their Saiya-Jin ally had gone down.
"Ready to die, Namekian?"
"Go to hell," Piccolo mumbled.
Nappa strode toward Piccolo calmly.
"Your fight's with me now!" Gohan cried as he ran toward
Nappa.
"S. . . something really bad. . . is about to happen. . . an' I
can't. . . move. . . can't stop it. . ." Krillin muttered from where he
lay, trying hard to push himself to his feet, but to no avail.
"So the little lad's going to hold me, eh? What a joke!"
Nappa shouted, turning to Gohan.
"Gohan!" Piccolo screamed, chasing after Nappa.
Gohan jumped and kicked Nappa in the face. His leg was
grabbed by Nappa and he was easily tossed aside.
"Don't even bother trying, runt!"
Gohan crawled back to his feet and charged Nappa again.
'Daddy and Mr. Piccolo can fight! Why can't I fight like them!'
Gohan thought, punching at Nappa's chest.
Nappa swatted him aside. "You're worthless. A waste of
Saiya-jin blood." He raised his hand. "You die first."
Nappa yelled as he was shot in the back and stumbled
forward, hands hovering over his burnt back. "You bastard!" He
turned to face Piccolo before being kicked in the back of the head
by Gohan and sent flying, crashing into, and exploding yet another
boulder.
Gohan fell to the ground, landing on his stomach and
glancing to where his opponent had crashed.
Nappa zoomed out of the rubble, landing a bit away from
the two, bleeding from the top of his head, and gritting his teeth.
"NOW. . . I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" he cried, looking at Gohan.
He pulled back his arm, filling it with ki. "DIE!" He fired
the massive attack.
Gohan shook his head and pushed himself up just in
time to see a wall of ki tearing toward him. His eyes widened as
Piccolo stepped in front of him, taking the full force of the ki blast.
Piccolo and Gohan both screamed. The Namekian's skin
began to rip off his body, his flesh boiling and blistering. The ki
blast from Nappa ended, and Piccolo collapsed.
"G-Go. . .han. . . run. . ."
Gohan crawled toward Piccolo. "M. . . Mr. . . Piccolo?
Are you alright? Why did you save me. . .?"
"I told you . . . to run. . ." The Namekian chuckled. "Oh
the shame. . . Piccolo, the great. . . incorruptible evil. . . saving a
child." He coughed up some blood. "How pathetic. . .
"You and your dad. . . and your damn. . . softness. . .
infecting me. . . but. . . you know, boy. . . you were the only one. .
. who ever. . . ever really talked to me. . ."
Piccolo coughed and met Gohan's eyes. He smiled.
"Thank you, Gohan. . . you're what I was missing in my life. .
.Gohan. . . don't die. . ." And then he died.
*********
"Mr. Popo. . . I leave the rest. . . to you. . ."
Up on Kami's lookout, Popo cried out as Kami
disappeared before his eyes. The Dragonballs were gone, and
Goku was still a good hour away. The Earth was doomed.
*********
Gohan shook Piccolo's dead body, trying to wake him.
"What an idiot! I can't believe he just did that!" Nappa
exclaimed, laughing loud and raunchily.
"Shut up!" Gohan screamed.
"Stupid Namekian. Sacrificing himself like that for a
worthless runt like you!"
"I. . . said. . . shut. . . UP!!!!" Gohan cried, his ki
exploding around him.
Vegeta stood up, his Scouter going crazy. "Nappa! Be
careful! The boys power level is rising rapidly!"
Nappa turned to look at Vegeta. "Huh?" He looked back
at Gohan. "Good! Show me what you got, runt!"
Gohan charged Nappa, jumping up and kicking him
across the face.
Nappa flew backwards, crashing into the ground and
tumbling heavily for a good twenty yards, his cheek newly bruised.
Gohan dropped to his knees, tired out, energy completely
gone.
"That's it? That's all you've got? I was right, you are a
waste of Saiya-jin blood." Nappa walked up to Gohan and lifted
his foot. "I can't wait to see the look on Kakkarott's face when he
finds his son smashed on the bottom of my boot!"
A blur smashed into his raised leg, knocking him off
balance. Nappa stumbled and fell onto his back.
Ranma was standing with his arm outstretch, hand where
Nappa's knee had just been. He turned to look at Gohan. "You
alright, kid?"
Gohan nodded weakly.
Ranma nodded back and turned to Nappa. "Alright, big
guy, it's round 2!"
Nappa hopped to his feet. He turned his head, opened his
mouth and fired a stream of ki at Ranma.
Ranma's feet dug into the ground as he held off the blast.
He staggered and fell backwards, landing on his back. The beam
of ki continued past him, skimming over his chest. When the ki
stopped, Ranma flipped to his feet and flung two balls of his own
ki at Nappa.
Nappa blocked them both before Ranma's fist slammed
into his face. The two leapt into the air, their arms and legs nothing
but blurs. They spun around as if in a slow dance, trying to kill
one another. Knuckles collided with knuckles, knees with knees,
shins to shins. They broke apart as Ranma head butted Nappa's
nose, successfully breaking it.
"God damnit!" Nappa screamed while covering his nose.
"Be careful, Nappa! His power level is rising! He's over
2000!"
"Over 2000?!"
"And rising!"
Nappa turned his head in time to see the palm of Ranma's
hand in front of his face. It was pulsing with a light green ki.
"Here's ki in your eye!"
Nappa screamed as he was shot in the face, effectively
blinding him momentarily. He flew backwards, rubbing at his eyes.
His back hit a massive rock, lodging him in its side.
Ranma flew after him and slammed his fist into Nappa's
gut. "Kachuu Tenshin Amaguriken!" His fists hit Nappa's stomach
three times by the naked eye. In truth he had just punched Nappa
300 times.
Nappa groaned and swung blindly, trying to knock Ranma
away. His other arm went to cover his aching stomach.
Ranma hovered back to the ground, purposely landing in a
small spot of grass and weeds.
Vegeta pushed the button on the side of his Scouter.
"3500. . ." he muttered.
Ranma lowered his hands down to his sides and closed his
eyes, whispering something that no one could hear. The grass and
weeds began to rustle.
Nappa shook his head, and blinked his eyes as they
started to clear. He noticed Ranma standing, eyes closed and saw
a chance. Fist pulled back, Nappa flew straight for him.
As before, Ranma was gone when Nappa's fist tore
through the grass, sending dirt everywhere. Growling, the massive
alien looked around for his opponent.
Ranma appeared beside Gohan, hands in his pockets. He
looked the young half-Saiya-jin over, noticing that he was
breathing a little better than before. "Hey, kid, Gohan right? You
doing better?"
Gohan nodded, stunned at how fast Ranma had just
moved. He spared a glance over in Krillin's direction, seeing
that he was still on the ground, though attempting to push himself
to his feet.
"Good, cause I need to ask a favor of you," Ranma
explained, cooly as Nappa stomped towards them.
"Wha-what?" Gohan asked, eyeing their approaching
enemy.
"I need you to distract him for a minute? Think you
can do that? I've got a plan."
"I-I don't think I could last ten seconds against this guy!"
Gohan exclaimed, as Nappa began running at them.
Ranma smacked Gohan on the back, effectively pushing
the half-Saiya-Jin toward Nappa. "I knew I could count on you,"
he replied, jumping into the air and flying out of sight.
Nappa stopped in his tracks, looking as utterly confused
as Gohan. When the two fights eyes met, Nappa immediately
grinned. "Looks like you're ALL alone now, runt. No one to jump
in front of a blast for you, or save you from being stepped on.
You're all mine. . ."
Taking up a defensive stance, Gohan glared back at
Nappa.
Nappa laughed, "Are you kidding me? You're even
bothering to try and defend yourself? You wouldn't even last a
minute against me, now that that fool has run away."
"He'll be back! He's not afraid of you, and neither am I!"
Gohan shouted and launched himself at Nappa.
Nappa grinned as Gohan closed the distance between
them and lifted his fist. He moved to bring his fist down on the
offending half-breed, but was surprised when the runt stopped
short and shot up into the air. Nappa's eyes followed Gohan's
abrupt upward flight.
"Kienzan!"
Nappa looked to his side, seeing a yellow disk of ki
speeding towards him, having just been thrown by Krillin. "Eh?
Hah! Parlor tricks!" he shouted and braced himself to catch the
spinning attack.
"Nappa--- DUCK!" Vegeta hollered.
Doing what he was told, Nappa's barely managed to
avoid the disk, his cheek being cut open, a line of blood
immediately seeping out.
"Damn. . ." Krillin muttered, panting heavily, nearly falling
over from exertion.
"Use your head, idiot!" Vegeta shouted, annoyed.
Nappa growled, eyeing the blood on his cheek. Turning
his look to Krillin, he let his ki flame up around him. "You . . .
little.
. . shit! You cut me!" He leapt toward Krillin, fist pulled back and
flaming with ki. "I'm really gonna enjoy this!" he screamed.
Before he could get his attack off, Gohan's foot slammed
into the back of his head, smashing him face first into the ground.
Jumping away, Gohan sped toward Krillin, grabbing the small
man by his arms, lifting him off the ground and into the air before
flying behind a large pile of rocks.
Gohan set Krillin on the ground, and landed beside him.
Gohan let out a breath, "Are you alright, Krillin?"
"Better than I would've been had you not stepped on his
head," Krillin replied with a grin, before frowning. "Where'd that
guy go? Did he actually run away?"
"No, he-"
"WHERE ARE YOU?" Nappa's scream cut-off Gohan's
reply.
The two small fighters glanced in the direction Nappa was
in, glad to be hidden behind the rock.
"Vegeta, where are they?" they heard him shout.
"I don't know Nappa, I didn't see where they went," the
Saiya-Jin Prince replied coolly.
Gohan exchanged a look with Krillin. He was sure that
Vegeta must have seen their escape. Why would the other Saiya-
Jin help them?
"Well use your scouter then!"
"You dare to give me an order, Nappa?" Vegeta snarled.
"Find them yourself!"
"Vegeta!" Nappa whined.
Gohan turned back to Krillin, "He said he'd be back, but I
have to distract that monster til he comes back."
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Nappa
screamed, before the large rock just to the left of them exploded
making the two shield their eyes.
"I have to go now, or else he'll find you, and I can't fight
him and protect you," Gohan stated and started to take off.
Krillin grabbed his foot, stopping him. "You can't fight
him! He'll kill you!" he exclaimed.
"I have to try, it's what Piccolo would've done," Gohan
replied and took off, flying into the air.
He looked down and saw Nappa aiming a ball of ki at the
rocks Krillin was hiding behind.
"Up here!" Gohan shouted, waving his arms.
Nappa looked up immediately, and threw the ball where
Gohan floated.
Seeing the ball, Gohan flew out of its way, only to be
kicked in the face by Nappa's massive boot sending him flying
wildly. As he managed to reorient himself, his back was pounded
by Nappa's fists, and he soared down, the ground exploding
around him as he slammed into it.
He vaguely heard Nappa land beside him, before he was
abruptly pulled by his hair from his body made hole. He hung from
Nappa's grasp, a trail of blood coming out of his nose as well as
his mouth. He hurt all over.
"You didn't REALLY think you stood any chance against
me did you? You might be half-Saiya-Jin, but you're pathetic! Just
like your father!" Nappa leaned in close to Gohan's face and
whispered, "He's not coming for you."
"My. . . my father will come," Gohan muttered, "you'll
see, and then you'll be-"
"No one's coming for you!" Nappa shouted and tossed
Gohan aside. "Your green friend isn't! Your bald dwarf isn't! Not
you're three-eyed freak, or his white faced midget! Not your
spiky haired, blown to hell friend, and least of all, not that
WANNABE Saiya-Jin COWARD!"
Nappa raised his arm, a massive ball of ki forming in the
palm of it.
*********
"Where'd Shuuto go, mommy?" Ranko asked anxiously.
Genma grumbled.
"I don't know, Ranko-chan," Nodoka replied, as
everyone scanned the television for any sign of her son. He had
disappeared abruptly, and the news casters had begun calling him
a coward, claiming that he had 'run away'.
"I don't like those tv people, mommy," Ranko muttered,
crossing her arms. "They're stupid!"
"Don't worry, Ranko-chan, Ranma-kun will show up,"
Kasumi stated calmly.
"Yeah, he always ends up showing up to save the day,
and I don't think he'll want to miss out on this opportunity,"
Nabiki added.
"He better show up. No son of mine is a coward," Genma
muttered.
They all winced when the youngest fighter was brutally
beaten and knocked through the air before hit into the ground.
Ranko whimpered, suddenly afraid, and clutched her
mothers arm. "Shuuto, where ARE you!" she whispered to herself,
shutting her eyes.
She felt her mother jump slightly, and make a hissing noise,
and she clutched her arm tighter. The boy had no doubt just been
hurt again. "Ranma. . ."
"Ranma!"
Ranko quickly looked at the screen and saw her older
brother back on it, standing in front of the young boy, glowing
white. The bigger man was standing, surprised and grimacing in
pain at the same time.
"Shuuto!" Ranko exclaimed, jumping up in her seat.
Genma grumbled before smiling. "Told you my boy was
no coward," he said more to himself than anyone else.
"Go, Ranma!" Nodoka suddenly cheered, rising from her
seat, arm lifted in the air.
Gohan looked up from his fallen position, watching the ball
in Nappa's hand with overwhelming dread. This was it. What
Nappa had said was true. He was alone, and no one was coming
to save him. The least he could do was die on his feet.
Slowly, painstakingly, he pushed himself to his knees, then
to his feet, wobbling unsteadily on his feet. The coppery taste of
his own blood flooded his mouth and he tried not to swallow or
gag on it. Instead he spit a large wad of it up, letting a lot of it
dribble down his chin.
"Brave, boy, maybe you aren't so pathetic of a Saiya-Jin,"
Nappa said.
Gohan raised his hands in front of him, bracing for the
upcoming ki blast. He closed his eyes. Then all he felt was a
massive breeze of air, which knocked him off his feet and onto his
butt. His hair whipped behind him and he screamed, eyes still shut.
He felt nothing but the wind, and thought 'Is this it? Am I
dead?'
He opened his eyes, and saw the back of someone,
"Otousan. . .?"
He blinked and saw red. The red of the other Saiya-Jin,
Ranma's, shirt to be exact. The teen was standing, one arm
outstretched, having grabbed and twisted Nappa's outstretched
arm. A large white aura danced around his body, acting as an
extra shield.
"Sorry, kid, not your dad, but I am here to help, and finish
this."
The dust around Nappa and Ranma settled. Ranma
grabbed Nappa's twisted arm with his other hand. He turned, his
back to Nappa's chest, bringing the larger Saiya-jin's twisted arm
in front of him. His elbow rammed back into Nappa's stomach,
breaking through the armor. Ranma's head rose, crashing into
Nappa's chin, making the bald man rear back.
Blood gushed from Nappa's mouth, his free arm flailing at
his side. The bald Saiya-Jin grunted as Ranma fell to the ground,
still clutching his right arm, and slid through Nappa's open legs.
Ranma grinned as he snaked between Nappa's legs on his
stomach, pulling the arm along with him. Nappa flipped forward,
his body trying to follow his arm, and landed heavily on his back,
blood still flowing from his shouting mouth.
Pushing himself to his feet, Ranma kicked Nappa across
the face, breaking the Saiya-jin's nose in another direction, and
making his neck crack. He jumped away as Nappa swung a fist
covered in flame ki at him.
"Idiot, you totally forgot about me. Left yourself wide
open for an attack," Ranma explained. "All I did was hide behind
a couple of rocks and waited."
He turned and looked at Gohan. "You doing ok?"
Gohan nodded weakly.
"Sorry 'bout leaving like that, but I felt my best chance to
really weaken this guy would be to catch him off guard."
Ranma spared a glance at Vegeta, who merely raised an
eyebrow in return. The Saiya-jin Prince knew he had been hiding
and had said nothing. Eyes narrowing, Ranma wondered why
Vegeta wasn't helping his teammate.
Ranma looked at Nappa. "Those blows you just took
from me probably just took off a lot of your strength. You're
nowhere near as strong as you were at the start of this fight."
"You son-of-a-bitch," Nappa growled, climbing back to
his feet. He spat a wad of blood and saliva onto the ground.
"Stupid enough to come back here! Think I'm weak! You
should've stayed away like a coward!"
Ranma crossed his arms over his chest and glared coldly
at Nappa. "I don't run away, and I'm not afraid of you. This is
where it ends."
Nappa burst into laughter. "You're fucking kidding me
right? End this? You really think I'm weaker than you now?
Earlier, you didn't even stand a chance against me! Yeah, lets end
this, by me breaking your spine. . ."
"Third times a charm. . ." Ranma muttered to himself.
Nappa turned and looked at Vegeta. "What's the power
level on this fool?"
"4,000," Vegeta replied, smirking at Nappa. What he
didn't tell Nappa was that he really had lost a lot of power. Having
scanned Nappa, Vegeta dully took note that it was only at 3,000.
"4,000! But, that's- no way! He can't be!" Nappa
screamed and turned to look back at Ranma.
"Why so afraid? I thought I didn't stand a chance against
you?" Ranma asked before leaping at Nappa, and slugging him
across the face.
Nappa stumbled to the side and covered his cheek with
his hand then jumped aside as Ranma followed up with a kick at
his ribs.
Screaming, Ranma charged Nappa again, and the two
collided heavily, Ranma's elbow driving into the larger mans gut,
and knocking him onto his back. He followed up by punching
Nappa in the chest and stomach over 500 times in the blink of an
eye.
Nappa swatted at Ranma, making him jump away, but
was quickly hit by a ball of ki in the head as he started to sit up.
He pushed himself up, and flew into the air, avoiding another ball.
Blood was quickly dripping from Nappa's nose and from the
corners of his mouth. He spit, a couple of his teeth falling out in the
process.
Ranma slowly rose into the air, arms crossed, a wide
smirk donning his face. "I'm not even warmed up."
Nappa ran his tongue over his remaining teeth, feeling the
newly made empty spaces. He grinned back at Ranma, showing
his now red teeth. "I think you're bluffing," Nappa said and flew
at Ranma.
Ranma dodged around a blast of ki and fire back one of
his own, which Nappa easily swatted aside. He grunted as
Nappa's fist slammed into his left shoulder, spinning him around he
was kicked in the back and sent flying through the air before
forcing himself to stop. He ducked and Nappa's fist passed over
right where his head had just been.
Nappa's eyes widened in shock as Ranma kicked
backwards, catching him directly in the balls. He gasped, wheezing
loudly, and covered them protectively. His face turned red, from
pain and anger, eyes bulging widely. Opening his mouth, Nappa
fired a powerful stream of ki.
"Moko Takabisha!" Ranma shouted, firing his own right
back. The two blasts collided right in front of his face and
exploded massively, sending rock, gravel, and dust everywhere.
From where he lay, Gohan covered his eyes and
protected his face as best he could.
Vegeta raised an arm to shield his face and muttered, "To
deflect it. . . at such a close distance. . . unbelievable. . ."
"Phew," Ranma mumbled, "that was fast."
Nappa stared, absolutely amazed and confused. "How. . .
it. . . it can't be! Th-that was my. . . my ultimate technique! He. . .
he just bounced it off like it was nothing. . .!"
"That was an impressive attack, but I saw it coming a mile
away," Ranma replied, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Though he would never admit it, he hadn't seen the attack coming,
and it was just instinct that led him to fire his Moko Takabisha. He
felt the silk of his shirt, find that it had a couple tears in it and
glared at Nappa. "You ruined my shirt. . . I had it specially made. .
." he growled, gritting his teeth.
"I'm gonna ruin your FACE!" Nappa screamed and flew
at Ranma with a flurry of kicks and punches.
Ranma flew backwards, avoiding Nappa's slower attacks
with practiced ease. "You're no longer stronger than I am." And
he slammed his open palm into Nappa's cheek, staggering the
older man to the side. "And you're even slower than before."
His other fist slammed into Nappa's chin, driving it
upward. Blood splattered against Ranma's face. He kicked
Nappa in the stomach, spun around and kicked him across the
face with his other foot.
The next kick was grabbed, and Ranma was pulled down
and slammed into the ground. Nappa spit into the hole where
Ranma's body lay. "I will not be beaten by the likes of YOU!"
Ranma appeared in front of him, on his feet, fist cocked
back. Nappa started, surprised by the quickness and unable to
block the strike. His stomach caved as Ranma's fist drove into it,
knocking the air out of him, and dropping him to his knees.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Above 6,000. . . impressive,"
he muttered and glanced toward Nappa's heavily beaten form.
"Nappa, Nappa, Nappa. . . Never could tell when he couldn't
win."
Nappa regained his feet, every breath he took spraying
blood onto Ranma's boots.
"You're pathetic, Nappa," Ranma stated mockingly, "Not
even worth my time."
"RAHHHHHH!" Nappa screamed in raged, powering up
as much as he could, red flames of aura bursting into life around
him. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
"NAPPA! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, FOOL! HE
CAN'T BEAT YOU IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEAD! CALM
DOWN!" Vegeta yelled. Even though he knew Nappa was a lost
cause, he wanted to see what else the other Saiya-Jin could do.
Nappa stopped, and grinned. "I. . .I wasn't thinking. . ."
he muttered. "Y-you're right, thanks Vegeta."
Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance.
"You tried to trick me into a fit of rage. . . now you'll see
what I can really do. . ."
Ranma stood up in a wide stance, and said nothing.
"Are you ready. . . bastard?"
"Try it," Ranma replied with a smirk.
"Heh, still bluffing," Nappa chuckled.
'No, he has power to spare. . . and utter confidence in
himself,' Vegeta thought.
The ground began to shake as Nappa powered up, his
muscles and veins bulging. His aura exploded around him,
vaporizing the rocks and pebbles around his feet.
'He's pumping his ki into the ground. The attack's gonna
come from under me,' Ranma thought.
"RAH!" Nappa flipped his right hand upward, raising his
middle and pointer fingers.
The ground around Ranma exploded upward, his body
being engulfed in the bright light of Nappa's ki.
"GOTCHA!"
Ranma jumped out of the explosion, his body a blur.
"You're MINE!" Nappa crowed, leaping into the air after
him. He swiped at Ranma's head, but missed as Ranma dodged
around it. A kick came at his head, but he swung back, barely
avoiding it.
The two split apart, Ranma hovering backwards, arms
down at his sides. "You're moves are too predictable."
Nappa growled and flew at him, the two clashing with
furious kicks, punches, blocks and dodges. They zipped back and
forth across the sky, each trying to land a damaging blow.
They kicked, and their knees smacked into each other.
They both tried to force the others leg down, gritting their teeth,
and pushing as hard as they could. They broke apart, and spun
around backwards.
Ranma dropped to the ground, and fired a couple volleys
of ki up at Nappa, who easily dodged around them as he flew
down. Jumping back, Ranma avoided Nappa's kick, which
slammed deep into the ground.
Nappa caught Ranma's punch in his fist, and the two
wrestled with it: Nappa trying to force Ranma's arm down, and
Ranma trying to keep his arm up.
Ranma kicked out Nappa's left leg, causing him to drop to
his knee and slugged the larger Saiya-Jin across the face.
Nappa yanked on Ranma's arm, pulling Ranma into his
head, which rammed into the teenagers gut.
Ranma raised his leg, kneeing Nappa in the chin, which
only drove Nappa's head deeper into his own gut.
Nappa grabbed Ranma's shirt with his free hand, lifted
him off the ground, and threw him aside.
Ranma twisted in midair, landing on his feet, crouched and
in a ready stance. He watched as Nappa pulled his foot out of the
ground and lit his hands aflame of ki. Nappa charged, and
punched at Ranma in every which way he could, but Ranma deftly
avoided the swings and the burning ki.
Nappa swung at Ranma's leg, but missed as Ranma
stepped over it, then back to avoid his next punch aimed at his
stomach. He tried punching Ranma's left shoulder, but failed as
Ranma treaded back with his left foot. This continued, with Nappa
throwing punches and Ranma casually backing away from him until
Ranma simply socked Nappa across the face.
Nappa stumbled aside, but regained his balance. He
turned to Ranma, who had quickly put some space between them.
Vegeta grinned. This was turning out to be a much better
fight than he had anticipated. The one who called himself Ranma
had leveled off at just about 6,500, while Nappa was struggling to
maintain his current 4,000. Nappa had no clue just how beat he
was. Out sped, and out powered.
"You don't deserve mercy," Ranma stated, turning his
gaze to the ground, "and for all the people you've killed, you don't
deserve to live." He looked up again, meeting Nappa's eyes and
drew a line in front of him in the dirt with his foot. He stepped
back from the line, never breaking eye contact.
Nappa grinned and charged, passing the line and throwing
a punch which Ranma quickly blocked, crossing his arms in front
of him. Ranma's feet dragged backwards through the ground from
the force, but he kept his balance. Nappa grunted as Ranma
grabbed his wrist with both hands and twisted his arm to the side.
Before Nappa could recover, Ranma kicked the side of
his chest four times with Amaguriken speed. 400 kicks hit Nappa,
and he coughed up a wad of blood from the from seemingly four
hit attack. Ranma twisted the arm further, forcing Nappa down to
a knee, and brutally broke it at the elbow.
Nappa cried out, eyeing his now oddly angled right arm
with horrific fascination.
*********
"Oyaji!"
Genma grumbled.
"Tell Okaasan to stop covering my eyes!" Ranko whined,
trying to pry Nodoka's hand from her face. "I want to see Shuuto
win!"
Genma grumbled again.
"It's best that you don't see this, Ranko-chan," Nodoka
replied, a grimace on her face.
*********
Ranma stepped back, muttering, "That had to hurt. . ."
Now viewing what he had done, Ranma realized that he had gone
to an extreme which he had never really gone before. 'It had to be
done, he's a murderer,' he thought, justifying the action.
"Kill. . .you. . ." Nappa growled, "you. . . I'm going to. . .
kill you!" he shouted, unsteadily rising to his feet. "I am an elite
warrior of the nobility! I'll have no lower-class fucker like you
push me around!"
"It's over. You can't win now, Nappa" Ranma whispered,
hoping that Nappa might actually listen. "Just give up and leave."
Nappa's breathing was ragged, blood pouring out on
every exhale. His right arm hung limp, snapped disgustingly. His
broken nose was now pointed completely to his left. He lifted his
other arm, balling his hand into a fist, forcing as much ki into as he
could.
"NAPPA!"
Both Ranma and Nappa stopped, and looked toward
Vegeta.
"As entertaining as this has BEEN, that's ENOUGH! Get
over here, you're done! I'll finish him myself!"
Nappa stared blankly and didn't move.
"Ridiculous. . . having to trouble myself with something
like this, and Kakarrot hasn't even shown yet. . ." Noticing that
Nappa still hadn't moved, Vegeta got furious. "What the hell are
you doing! YOU'RE DONE!"
"NO!" Nappa screamed and ran at Ranma.
"YOU FOOL!" Vegeta screamed.
Ranma easily sidestepped Nappa's sloppy punch before
ramming his knee into the Saiya-Jin's chest. He watched as
Nappa dropped to his hands and knees and hack up even more
blood, while gasping for air. Looking down at Nappa, Ranma's
punched him in the back of the head, driving it into the ground.
"You won't hurt anymore people," Ranma stated, shaking
his head. He slammed his foot on Nappa's lower back, breaking
his spine.
Nappa grunted, eyes wide and suddenly lifeless. All of his
spirit was gone, nothing left but a whimpering giant. Bloody tears
dripped from his eyes. He turned his head and he gazed pitifully
over at Vegeta.
*********
Goku skidded to a stop in front of King Enma's desk,
unsure of where he was supposed to go. "How do I get back to
Earth?" he asked, urgently. He was losing time. 'Where's Kami?'
he thought.
"Goku!"
He turned around, seeing Piccolo sprinting toward him.
Goku paled. If Piccolo was dead. . .
"Goku, you have to hurry!"
"Where do I go?" he shouted, utterly lost.
Piccolo pushed him, and he was suddenly falling toward
Kami's lookout. He sped past it, down to Karin's tower.
"MASTER KARIN! HELLO!" he shouted, catching the
cats attention.
"Here he comes! Although he looks awfully tired. . ."
Karin muttered, and pulled out two senzu beans and threw them at
Goku. "Here are the last two senzu beans! Take them!"
Goku caught the beans, and shouted, "Thanks! I needed
these!" before continuing his fall. "I'll eat one now," he said,
popping one into his mouth.
"Alright! I feel great!" he exclaimed, no longer tired from
his long run down Snake Way. "Kinto-kun!"
A yellow cloud zoomed toward him, and he landed on it.
"It's been a while! Come on!"
*********
"You take yours," he pointed at Nappa, "and I'll take
mine," he pointed toward Gohan.
Vegeta snorted, looking none too pleased and began
walking over to Nappa.
Ranma turned and walked to where Gohan lay. He knelt
down beside him, "How you doin', kid?"
"Horrible. . .," Gohan mumbled.
"Don't worry, I think your dad's on the way. I feel a huge
power coming," Ranma replied, and reached into the front pocket
of his shirt. He pulled out his last senzu bean, which was
surprisingly still intact. "I think you need this more than I do."
Gohan gratefully ate the senzu, and immediately was
pushing himself to his feet. He stood up beside Ranma, only half
the older boys height. Nodding, he said, "Thank you, but what
about Krillin?"
"Who?" Ranma muttered, looking bewildered.
"Krillin! The short bald man!"
"He's still alive? Where is he?"
"He's hiding behind those rocks! He's really hurt!" Gohan
replied and started running over to where Krillin was, Ranma
following at a leisure walk.
"Krillin!"
"Oh! That guy," Ranma exclaimed, seeing the bald man
lying face first in the dirt. "Unfortunately, I just gave you my last
bean."
Krillin mumbled something into the ground.
"Don't worry, Krillin, Ranma won! He beat him!" Gohan
cheered, helping Krillin to his feet. "And daddy's going to be here
soon! I can feel him coming!"
Krillin weakly raised his right arm, and let out a pathetic,
"woo. . ."
Ranma walked back around the rocks, to keep an eye on
Vegeta, who was currently looking down at Nappa with disdain.
Nappa grabbed Vegeta's ankle with his good arm and
clung to it weakly. "Vegeta. . ."
"You might as well take him and leave. I haven't even
shown half of my full power," Ranma lied, hoping Vegeta wouldn't
call his bluff.
Vegeta spared Ranma a glance before looking back down
at Nappa. He reached down and grabbed his hand.
"Th-thank you, Vegeta. . ." Nappa muttered, grinning.
"Heh, no problem," Vegeta replied before flinging Nappa
into the air.
"What?" Ranma exclaimed, as he watched Nappa soar
skyward.
"What good are you if you cannot FIGHT?" Vegeta
screamed before powering up, his body exploding in flame like ki.
"NONE!"
"Too powerful!" Ranma grunted, bracing himself against
Vegeta's raging aura.
Vegeta yelled as his aura shot upward, becoming a large
ball which screamed toward Nappa's flailing body.
Nappa's eyes widened at the oncoming blast of ki,
knowing he stood no chance. "VEGETA! YOU BAST-" was all
he managed before the ki slammed into him, and then through him,
blowing him up from the inside. His body disintegrated
instantaneously.
Ranma stepped back against the sudden rush of hot air.
Shielding his face, Ranma stared in shock first at the spot Nappa
had just been and then at Vegeta.
'He just. . . killed him in one blast. . . how am I gonna fight
against this guy. I thought Nappa was a monster, but THIS guy is
the real monster. . .' Ranma thought, his heart pounding loudly in
his chest.
Vegeta looked away from where Nappa had been and
back at Ranma, a cool expression on his face. A small smile
graced his face.
Ranma's heart pounded faster. "What. . . kinda. . .
monster are you. . .?"
"I must say, Ranma was it? You've impressed me. You
truly are worthy enough to be called a Saiya-jin," Vegeta
complimented. "But where you stood a chance against that fool
Nappa, you stand none against me. So I'll give you this choice. . .
either join me. . . or die."
Ranma crossed his arms over his chest, taking a deep
breath. "So long as you're threatening this planet, I won't back
down. I'll fight you to my last breath."
Reaching up, Vegeta pulled off his scouter and placed it
on a nearby rock. "What a shame. . . to have to kill such a
powerful Saiya-jin."
Next Time: Chapter 3- Teamwork's The Key! Ranma And Goku
Challenge Vegeta!
The final fight to protect Earth from the Saiya-jin is about to begin.
Can the combined efforts of Ranma and Goku stop the powerful
force that is Vegeta?
Authors Notes: Well. . . once again, after a long hiatus, I
finally finished this chapter. I had it pretty much done a LONG
time ago, but just left it sitting. Lots of other fic chapters are almost
done as well, as well as a few new fics. Huzzah. . .