Untitled (v1.0, 12/15/01)
Chapter 02
By AllWhacked
Send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/allwhacked/
--- Disclaimer ---
The characters of Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko
Takakashi. All other characters and trademarks to
appear are owned by their respective owners.
--- Warning!!! ---
Anyway this is an Alterverse fanfic that may or
may not have severe x-over tendencies. If you
don't like X-Overs or don't like the idea of
anything but a Ranma + Akane pairing then don't
read this. Consider yourself warned.
--- Note to Reader ---
This is my way to answer the curious question of
what would happen if it were Mr. Kuonji who raised
Ranma and Ukyo.
"..." = spoken speech
'...' = thoughts
+++++
Master Roshi was thinking long and hard. He had
this boy, Ranma for at least ten years to train,
maybe longer. He needed to make the best of this
opportunity; he was not getting any younger and
with Goku, Krillin, and the others being students
more of King Kai than himself, Ranma was going to
be his legacy to the world.
It was true that he took the boy on because of the
sad tale of his father's passing and the promise
his uncle had made. However, Master Roshi was
also training Ranma for more selfish reasons.
Ranma might truly be his last student and in his
long life, Roshi had never sired an heir.
But Ranma would be that heir. He would be the
product of human genes; he would not be some
natural born powerhouse, his strength inherent
from having Saiyain blood--alien blood. Instead,
Ranma would be a testament of Roshi's skill as a
martial arts master. He would mold Ranma, ply the
boy's form, and only scrape away a little bit to
achieve perfection. The boy was human, but that
will not be a handicap in Roshi's mind.
He had nothing against the Saiyains per say, but
he knew that Earth could not rely on them to
protect the planet forever. So that gave Roshi a
three prong goal: to make Ranma into a great and
honorable martial artist, to produce a heir worthy
of inheriting his school, and finally to develop a
style of martial arts that would transcend a human
fighter's condition beyond what was ever thought
possible.
+++++
"Ranma, today we're going to begin your training.
But first I want to see what you know; show me the
basics of your father's school."
The boy did and Roshi was pretty impressed. For a
five year old, the child could already leap up to
a man's shoulder. Roshi had to give, Ranma's
father credit; he had drilled the boy well and had
already given his son a sound education in the
basics, namely Ranma knew already how to fall, to
block, and to strike an opponent.
'Hmm, where to begin the boy's training,' thought
the master. 'Weight and speed training aren't
enough, I need to go in another direction or else
the boy's power will bottleneck by the time he's
in his teens.'
Inspiration struck him. 'The Hokuto Shinken--the
school that claimed to access the unused seventy
percent abilities of a normal fighter.'
'But how do they do it?' thought Roshi. He could
not very well ask them; the secrets of the school
were closely guarded and he doubted that they
would contribute that trade secret to help create
this new school of his. He also could not simply
go to them and enroll Ranma in some classes--it
was not that simple.
'The school uses pressure points, maybe...' He
narrowed his eyes as he watched Ranma go through
an Anything Goes kata. Roshi was skilled enough
to see the faint outlines of a fighter's aura, he
was also skilled enough to see how a fighter's ki
flowed through his body.
"Perhaps, they use a block off point to mute a
person's ki abilities." The idea seemed simple
enough; stop a trainee's ki flow and force their
natural abilities to compensate. The more the
student trains, the greater his physical potential
grows.
He needed to look more into this he thought.
"Alright, Ranma. You can stop now. Lets head
back into the house and prepare lunch."
"Yes, master," piped Ranma.
+++++
"Hey, Master Roshi, whose the kid?" intoned
Krillin as he entered Kame's place. The student
of Roshi was followed by his new girlfriend, the
artificial human, 18.
The two looked at the boy who was scarfing down
food as fast as a Saiyain and Krillin idly thought
to himself that perhaps Goku or Vegeta had had
another kid that he did not know about.
"Oh Krillin, it's good to see you. Ranma! I
would like you to meet an old student of mine,
Krillin. Krillin, this is Ranma Saotome. He'll
be staying here; I've decided to make him my new
heir."
Krillin looked mildly shocked. "Really, Master
Roshi?"
The master nodded.
"Wow," continued the man. "Well, kid. Good luck
and listen to what Master Roshi tells ya! I
learned a lot from him when I was growing up."
The child chirped an affirmative yes and continued
eating. Krillin simply shrugged and continued
wondering if this boy was indeed somehow one of
Vegeta or Goku's unknown lovechild.
'If it's true, hopefully ChiChi or Bulma don't
find out,' he inwardly smirked.
Krillin, not wanting to interrupt the meal was
about to leave when Kame stopped him.
"Krillin, if you mind. I would like to speak with
you for a moment, privately outside."
18 looked indifferent to this and she sat down
across from Ranma. Watching the young child eat
and play with his food from time to time. She
focused on him with an attentive stare as she
analyzed the boy; the boy of course didn't bother
to notice this.
+++ Outside +++
"So, what's up?"
"Krillin, I didn't want to say this in front of
the boy, but I felt I should share this with you."
Krillin, who was beginning to let his hair grow
back out, stopped and gave his master his full
attention. The seriousness coming from Roshi was
rare so the former monk took this as a sign that
perhaps there was trouble.
"Is there something wrong with, Ranma?" queried
Krillin.
Roshi shook his head. "No, nothing like that.
No, what I wanted to say was I have great plans
for the boy. He already shows great promise and
potential. I'm also not making him my heir just
for the sake of training him; he's going to be my
legacy."
"Your legacy?"
"Yes, I plan to expand on his training beyond what
I taught you and Goku. He's going to be my
contribution to the human race. I don't have
anything against Goku, Gohan, or even Vegeta.
However, I don't think we can continue relying on
the Saiyains to defend Earth indefinitely.
Eventually, the Saiyain blood will thin and their
powers will diminish."
"So?..." Krillin was not too sure where Roshi was
heading. "What are you getting at?"
Roshi then brought his head down low and beckoned
Krillin to do the same. Whispering, "I'm planning
to create a new school, something that will help
normal fighters transcend the gap between a Super-
Saiyain and that of say a human fighter."
Krillin looked absolutely shocked. "But how? I
mean, even I can't hope to match their power and
I'm probably the strongest human. Maybe in ten
years I could hope to be where Gohan was during
the Cell Games, and that's a big maybe. How do
you expect Ranma to achieve that?"
"Well, it was something that occurred to me only a
few minutes ago," intoned Krillin's master.
"There's an ancient Earth fighting style called
the Hokuto Shinken. It's the only style I've seen
where the fighter's power seemed to match that of
a super-Saiyain. I've never mentioned this before
because the secrets of their art are quite coveted
and it would be useless for us to try to learn
from them. However, I just thought about their
style and their claim to be able to access the
seventy percent of unused potential in a normal
fighter."
"I thought, 'how was that possible?' and the
answer then came to me that maybe they access this
potential by blocking off their ki abilities. The
Hokuto Shinken fighters are known for their great
physical strength and their ability to achieve
this without raising their ki."
"But.. but that's impossible!" shrieked Krillin.
Master Roshi had to hush the man to be quiet when
they noticed 18 turn to face them.
"Sorry."
Roshi ignored the apology. "Well, I know it's
true. I once met a Hokuto Shinken master. It was
fortunate that I wasn't his enemy or I wouldn't
have been around to train you boys."
"He was that good?" Krillin eyes were saucer
shaped. It was true that Master Roshi was only at
power-level 500, but that was still nothing to
sneeze at. After all, at 500 a fighter could
potentially blow up the moon.
Roshi nodded. "Yes, I saw him punch a man through
several mountains without even raising his ki."
"So maybe that's why I've never sensed one of
them. They have no ki for me to detect."
"Correct," continued Roshi. "I'm thinking that if
we can figure out a way to block Ranma's ki
potential until his body reaches full maturity and
train him in the meanwhile--"
"Then when you unlock his ki again, he should not
only be physically strong but have built up a huge
power reserve which hasn't already been tapped."
The master nodded. "Exactly."
Krillin pondered over the implications of this.
'A human that's as strong as a super-Saiyain.
That's crazy.' But the more that Krillin thought
of it, the more it made sense and the more excited
it made him feel.
"So why are you telling me this, Master?"
"I'm telling you this because I'm planning to
gather all my former 'human,' students and close
martial arts colleagues to see if you all would
mind contributing to construct this new art form.
I'm not trying to be mean by excluding the
Saiyains or Piccolo, but I want this to be a
human-only endeavor. Something that future human
fighters can be proud of."
"I understand."
"So are you with me?"
Krillin was not even hesitant in his response.
"Of course master. I'll do everything I can. Do
you want me to get Yamcha and Tien as well?"
Master Roshi smiled. Things looked like they were
going as planned. However, what he needed now was
a doctor who knew enough about human anatomy to
safely block then unblock a human's ki potential.
Roshi knew some techniques that did that, however
they were all killing moves. What he needed now
was someone with even more knowledge in the art
than he did.
+++ Inside +++
18 looked at Ranma as she assimilated the news she
had overhead during Krillin and Master Roshi's
conversation. She had not intentionally
eavesdropped, however given her artificial-human
abilities, she could not help but do so.
With the news that Ranma might grow up to be
stronger than a super-Saiyain and possibly
herself, she was unsure of what to make of this.
Filing away that information, she decided to later
talk to Krillin about what she had heard.
When Krillin and Roshi returned, 18 continued on
with her indifferent expression. Betraying not a
single hint that she had heard everything the two
men had said. She continued to stare at Ranma
curiously, watching the boy eat and play as he
tried to carry a conversation with her.
'He's funny and cute,' she thought. She was
unsure where that had suddenly come from.
"Strange," she muttered. No one seemed to hear
her as she continued to ponder over the boy and
what he stood for the human race.
+++++
Krillin and 18 were now gone and Roshi needed to
think. He had his young charge, Ranma running
laps around the small island. It not only kept
the energetic boy out of his hair--what's left of
it that is--but it also gave the master a chance
to gauge the child's endurance and will power.
+++ Forty Five Minutes Ago +++
"Ranma," he had said. "I want you to run around
this island as many times as you can without
stopping. And when you run, I want you to run as
fast as you can as well."
"Huh? How come, Master Roshi," piped the boy.
"It was written down in your father's training
manual," lied Roshi. "He had wanted you to run
about a million times around the island."
"Okay." The boy was about to start running when
he stopped. "Master Roshi? How many fingers is a
million?"
The old man sighed. Genma had not written for the
boy to actually run laps around an island or to do
it a million times, however Roshi wanted to test
the boy's meddle and to do that he was using the
memory of the boy's late father as a motivator.
Roshi had felt kind of slimy for doing it, but if
his plan was going to work then there were going
to have to be some sacrifices.
'Sorry, boy, but I need to know how far I can push
you.'
"It's a very big number, Ranma," voiced Roshi.
"Just keep running around the island until I tell
you to stop--I'll keep count."
The boy gave an energetic "yes," and made a mad
dash around the side of Kame's house and was soon
out of eyesight. The boy then came rounding the
corning a second later making very good time for a
boy his age. If Roshi were to be any judge, he
would estimate the child's running pace to be on
par with Krillin when he was eight. Ranma was
only five, so that meant already set Roshi to
think big things about Ranma's potential.
'Don't worry, boy, I'll make you the best as your
uncle made me promise.'
+++ Present +++
The boy was already on his hundred and twelfth lap
and showed no signs of letting up. There was some
heavy breathing and that was to be expected,
however Ranma was not giving up and that was what
was important.
'Good boy,' thought Roshi. 'He's not a quitter.'
Roshi began to stare unintelligently at a single
spot of the beach; the waves lapping over its
sandy surface every few seconds and then receding
back into the sea.
'I wonder if I should move the boy's training to
the main island--
+++++
To be continued...
Chapter 02
By AllWhacked
Send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/allwhacked/
--- Disclaimer ---
The characters of Ranma 1/2 belong to Rumiko
Takakashi. All other characters and trademarks to
appear are owned by their respective owners.
--- Warning!!! ---
Anyway this is an Alterverse fanfic that may or
may not have severe x-over tendencies. If you
don't like X-Overs or don't like the idea of
anything but a Ranma + Akane pairing then don't
read this. Consider yourself warned.
--- Note to Reader ---
This is my way to answer the curious question of
what would happen if it were Mr. Kuonji who raised
Ranma and Ukyo.
"..." = spoken speech
'...' = thoughts
+++++
Master Roshi was thinking long and hard. He had
this boy, Ranma for at least ten years to train,
maybe longer. He needed to make the best of this
opportunity; he was not getting any younger and
with Goku, Krillin, and the others being students
more of King Kai than himself, Ranma was going to
be his legacy to the world.
It was true that he took the boy on because of the
sad tale of his father's passing and the promise
his uncle had made. However, Master Roshi was
also training Ranma for more selfish reasons.
Ranma might truly be his last student and in his
long life, Roshi had never sired an heir.
But Ranma would be that heir. He would be the
product of human genes; he would not be some
natural born powerhouse, his strength inherent
from having Saiyain blood--alien blood. Instead,
Ranma would be a testament of Roshi's skill as a
martial arts master. He would mold Ranma, ply the
boy's form, and only scrape away a little bit to
achieve perfection. The boy was human, but that
will not be a handicap in Roshi's mind.
He had nothing against the Saiyains per say, but
he knew that Earth could not rely on them to
protect the planet forever. So that gave Roshi a
three prong goal: to make Ranma into a great and
honorable martial artist, to produce a heir worthy
of inheriting his school, and finally to develop a
style of martial arts that would transcend a human
fighter's condition beyond what was ever thought
possible.
+++++
"Ranma, today we're going to begin your training.
But first I want to see what you know; show me the
basics of your father's school."
The boy did and Roshi was pretty impressed. For a
five year old, the child could already leap up to
a man's shoulder. Roshi had to give, Ranma's
father credit; he had drilled the boy well and had
already given his son a sound education in the
basics, namely Ranma knew already how to fall, to
block, and to strike an opponent.
'Hmm, where to begin the boy's training,' thought
the master. 'Weight and speed training aren't
enough, I need to go in another direction or else
the boy's power will bottleneck by the time he's
in his teens.'
Inspiration struck him. 'The Hokuto Shinken--the
school that claimed to access the unused seventy
percent abilities of a normal fighter.'
'But how do they do it?' thought Roshi. He could
not very well ask them; the secrets of the school
were closely guarded and he doubted that they
would contribute that trade secret to help create
this new school of his. He also could not simply
go to them and enroll Ranma in some classes--it
was not that simple.
'The school uses pressure points, maybe...' He
narrowed his eyes as he watched Ranma go through
an Anything Goes kata. Roshi was skilled enough
to see the faint outlines of a fighter's aura, he
was also skilled enough to see how a fighter's ki
flowed through his body.
"Perhaps, they use a block off point to mute a
person's ki abilities." The idea seemed simple
enough; stop a trainee's ki flow and force their
natural abilities to compensate. The more the
student trains, the greater his physical potential
grows.
He needed to look more into this he thought.
"Alright, Ranma. You can stop now. Lets head
back into the house and prepare lunch."
"Yes, master," piped Ranma.
+++++
"Hey, Master Roshi, whose the kid?" intoned
Krillin as he entered Kame's place. The student
of Roshi was followed by his new girlfriend, the
artificial human, 18.
The two looked at the boy who was scarfing down
food as fast as a Saiyain and Krillin idly thought
to himself that perhaps Goku or Vegeta had had
another kid that he did not know about.
"Oh Krillin, it's good to see you. Ranma! I
would like you to meet an old student of mine,
Krillin. Krillin, this is Ranma Saotome. He'll
be staying here; I've decided to make him my new
heir."
Krillin looked mildly shocked. "Really, Master
Roshi?"
The master nodded.
"Wow," continued the man. "Well, kid. Good luck
and listen to what Master Roshi tells ya! I
learned a lot from him when I was growing up."
The child chirped an affirmative yes and continued
eating. Krillin simply shrugged and continued
wondering if this boy was indeed somehow one of
Vegeta or Goku's unknown lovechild.
'If it's true, hopefully ChiChi or Bulma don't
find out,' he inwardly smirked.
Krillin, not wanting to interrupt the meal was
about to leave when Kame stopped him.
"Krillin, if you mind. I would like to speak with
you for a moment, privately outside."
18 looked indifferent to this and she sat down
across from Ranma. Watching the young child eat
and play with his food from time to time. She
focused on him with an attentive stare as she
analyzed the boy; the boy of course didn't bother
to notice this.
+++ Outside +++
"So, what's up?"
"Krillin, I didn't want to say this in front of
the boy, but I felt I should share this with you."
Krillin, who was beginning to let his hair grow
back out, stopped and gave his master his full
attention. The seriousness coming from Roshi was
rare so the former monk took this as a sign that
perhaps there was trouble.
"Is there something wrong with, Ranma?" queried
Krillin.
Roshi shook his head. "No, nothing like that.
No, what I wanted to say was I have great plans
for the boy. He already shows great promise and
potential. I'm also not making him my heir just
for the sake of training him; he's going to be my
legacy."
"Your legacy?"
"Yes, I plan to expand on his training beyond what
I taught you and Goku. He's going to be my
contribution to the human race. I don't have
anything against Goku, Gohan, or even Vegeta.
However, I don't think we can continue relying on
the Saiyains to defend Earth indefinitely.
Eventually, the Saiyain blood will thin and their
powers will diminish."
"So?..." Krillin was not too sure where Roshi was
heading. "What are you getting at?"
Roshi then brought his head down low and beckoned
Krillin to do the same. Whispering, "I'm planning
to create a new school, something that will help
normal fighters transcend the gap between a Super-
Saiyain and that of say a human fighter."
Krillin looked absolutely shocked. "But how? I
mean, even I can't hope to match their power and
I'm probably the strongest human. Maybe in ten
years I could hope to be where Gohan was during
the Cell Games, and that's a big maybe. How do
you expect Ranma to achieve that?"
"Well, it was something that occurred to me only a
few minutes ago," intoned Krillin's master.
"There's an ancient Earth fighting style called
the Hokuto Shinken. It's the only style I've seen
where the fighter's power seemed to match that of
a super-Saiyain. I've never mentioned this before
because the secrets of their art are quite coveted
and it would be useless for us to try to learn
from them. However, I just thought about their
style and their claim to be able to access the
seventy percent of unused potential in a normal
fighter."
"I thought, 'how was that possible?' and the
answer then came to me that maybe they access this
potential by blocking off their ki abilities. The
Hokuto Shinken fighters are known for their great
physical strength and their ability to achieve
this without raising their ki."
"But.. but that's impossible!" shrieked Krillin.
Master Roshi had to hush the man to be quiet when
they noticed 18 turn to face them.
"Sorry."
Roshi ignored the apology. "Well, I know it's
true. I once met a Hokuto Shinken master. It was
fortunate that I wasn't his enemy or I wouldn't
have been around to train you boys."
"He was that good?" Krillin eyes were saucer
shaped. It was true that Master Roshi was only at
power-level 500, but that was still nothing to
sneeze at. After all, at 500 a fighter could
potentially blow up the moon.
Roshi nodded. "Yes, I saw him punch a man through
several mountains without even raising his ki."
"So maybe that's why I've never sensed one of
them. They have no ki for me to detect."
"Correct," continued Roshi. "I'm thinking that if
we can figure out a way to block Ranma's ki
potential until his body reaches full maturity and
train him in the meanwhile--"
"Then when you unlock his ki again, he should not
only be physically strong but have built up a huge
power reserve which hasn't already been tapped."
The master nodded. "Exactly."
Krillin pondered over the implications of this.
'A human that's as strong as a super-Saiyain.
That's crazy.' But the more that Krillin thought
of it, the more it made sense and the more excited
it made him feel.
"So why are you telling me this, Master?"
"I'm telling you this because I'm planning to
gather all my former 'human,' students and close
martial arts colleagues to see if you all would
mind contributing to construct this new art form.
I'm not trying to be mean by excluding the
Saiyains or Piccolo, but I want this to be a
human-only endeavor. Something that future human
fighters can be proud of."
"I understand."
"So are you with me?"
Krillin was not even hesitant in his response.
"Of course master. I'll do everything I can. Do
you want me to get Yamcha and Tien as well?"
Master Roshi smiled. Things looked like they were
going as planned. However, what he needed now was
a doctor who knew enough about human anatomy to
safely block then unblock a human's ki potential.
Roshi knew some techniques that did that, however
they were all killing moves. What he needed now
was someone with even more knowledge in the art
than he did.
+++ Inside +++
18 looked at Ranma as she assimilated the news she
had overhead during Krillin and Master Roshi's
conversation. She had not intentionally
eavesdropped, however given her artificial-human
abilities, she could not help but do so.
With the news that Ranma might grow up to be
stronger than a super-Saiyain and possibly
herself, she was unsure of what to make of this.
Filing away that information, she decided to later
talk to Krillin about what she had heard.
When Krillin and Roshi returned, 18 continued on
with her indifferent expression. Betraying not a
single hint that she had heard everything the two
men had said. She continued to stare at Ranma
curiously, watching the boy eat and play as he
tried to carry a conversation with her.
'He's funny and cute,' she thought. She was
unsure where that had suddenly come from.
"Strange," she muttered. No one seemed to hear
her as she continued to ponder over the boy and
what he stood for the human race.
+++++
Krillin and 18 were now gone and Roshi needed to
think. He had his young charge, Ranma running
laps around the small island. It not only kept
the energetic boy out of his hair--what's left of
it that is--but it also gave the master a chance
to gauge the child's endurance and will power.
+++ Forty Five Minutes Ago +++
"Ranma," he had said. "I want you to run around
this island as many times as you can without
stopping. And when you run, I want you to run as
fast as you can as well."
"Huh? How come, Master Roshi," piped the boy.
"It was written down in your father's training
manual," lied Roshi. "He had wanted you to run
about a million times around the island."
"Okay." The boy was about to start running when
he stopped. "Master Roshi? How many fingers is a
million?"
The old man sighed. Genma had not written for the
boy to actually run laps around an island or to do
it a million times, however Roshi wanted to test
the boy's meddle and to do that he was using the
memory of the boy's late father as a motivator.
Roshi had felt kind of slimy for doing it, but if
his plan was going to work then there were going
to have to be some sacrifices.
'Sorry, boy, but I need to know how far I can push
you.'
"It's a very big number, Ranma," voiced Roshi.
"Just keep running around the island until I tell
you to stop--I'll keep count."
The boy gave an energetic "yes," and made a mad
dash around the side of Kame's house and was soon
out of eyesight. The boy then came rounding the
corning a second later making very good time for a
boy his age. If Roshi were to be any judge, he
would estimate the child's running pace to be on
par with Krillin when he was eight. Ranma was
only five, so that meant already set Roshi to
think big things about Ranma's potential.
'Don't worry, boy, I'll make you the best as your
uncle made me promise.'
+++ Present +++
The boy was already on his hundred and twelfth lap
and showed no signs of letting up. There was some
heavy breathing and that was to be expected,
however Ranma was not giving up and that was what
was important.
'Good boy,' thought Roshi. 'He's not a quitter.'
Roshi began to stare unintelligently at a single
spot of the beach; the waves lapping over its
sandy surface every few seconds and then receding
back into the sea.
'I wonder if I should move the boy's training to
the main island--
+++++
To be continued...
