Greater Power Chapter 1
Dragonball crossover with Ranma 1/2
by Naquiel

Disclaimer - Ranma and Dragonball (or Z or GT) don't belong to me so please don't sue.
Note - For further explanation of the theory in this Fanfiction, please refer to my Author's Notes. And, the Dragonball elements will come eventually, please be patient.

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Chapter 1

Ranma couldn't sleep the day before, either. For Two, now Three days he had, had a bad case of insomnia, partly due to excitement. In two days, he was going to have a fight with Happosai, to decide grand-mastership. If he won, he would be grandmaster and Happosai would have to relinquish his title!
Other than that excitement, there was an intriguing scroll he had discovered. In the ancient library, Ranma found many scrolls and books with many martial arts style, as per Ranma's nature, he quickly read through as many as he could. He never finished as he came across one scroll in particular.
He read and reread the piece of paper.
He had stuffed many of the books and scrolls into his backpack, that he brought, in case, it took more than a day to deal with the demon, he walked out there and memorised his way out, and the way back in, and destroyed the entrance into the library. After all he wouldn't want his rivals getting a hold of any of those books!
Still, he mentally chuckled at the thought of what was written on that scroll.
It was a theory written three hundred years before, a theory involving an evolved state, of Chi. The theory also mentioned the various kinds of usable Chi:
The first listed was emotional Chi. Chi charged with a specific emotion. Then, raw Chi: Chi driven with pure will, the most powerful, hardest to learn and user-friendly of the usable forms of Chi. And, finally, environmental Chi, certain forms of naturally occurring chi, from plants, water, the sun, collected and harnessed by the user's Chi while it is resonating as the desired source is.
Then it went to the unusable Chi's:
Soul Chi, the 'skeleton' of a spiritual aura: responsible for retaining the natural form of the owner's body and aura. Then, Essence Chi, the 'muscles' and 'heart' of an aura: responsible for 'pumping' Chi along it's natural paths within the body and essential for manipulating Chi, voluntarily or involuntarily. Pathway Chi, the 'veins', lines made of chi that carry the usable, flowing Chi throughout the aura and the nine Nodes of the aura, the 'centres,' which are responsible for generating Chi.
Then it went into a sub-theory that the aura had many smaller nodes all around the aura, merely that the nine were the largest ones, or clusters of many small nodes, and therefore more noticeable. The theory itself was that there was a way that, using the multiple nodes' theory, one could generate an 'evolved' form of Chi. The benefits of this theorised, evolved form of Chi were numerous: greater healing factor, near immortality, immunity to magical powers and the ability to utilise the 'unusable' forms of Chi, to bend them to ones will through the greater energy. Finally, it also gave the ability to warp reality, to make strong desires, reality.
The sheer excitement of the idea was nearly overwhelming, but an actual method to put it into practice! The scroll told of a technique that would, when present in a naturally-occurring mystical warp, would collect and harness great quantities of elemental and celestial energy. The side effect being, other than the access to the advanced Chi power, the warping would implode at the peak, making it impossible to reproduce and disrupting all other magical warps and their creation.
Another difficulty is the sheer amount of Chi required: to be harnessed, before the evolution can occur. But Ranma is never one to give up, he had already thought up a technique to give him enough energy to do the 'ritual.' The monk responsible for the scroll and the theory had been long dead, and had, himself, known of no such mystical warping.
But despite this Ranma had studied carefully the signs of a mystical warp, like the one required, and over, the last two days, managed to get a good idea where it's heart was.
Juuban!

The black-haired boy leaped from rooftop to rooftop, heading for Juuban, holding his sore shoulders and sides. He had just came from a respectable tattoo artist.
He had given the specs from the scroll to the young, bald and well-tattooed man. It took three hours, but he got the tattoos done, and Ranma gave the man some of his secreted cash, a good ten thousand, yen.
The black markings still stung, and would have felt even worse, had he not used his Chi, to heal the 'wounds' after removing the bandages. They would have interfered with the infusion.
If they were visible, you would have seen that; the tattoos were beautiful, stark against his olive skin, and complex. One was at the base of his neck, a basic ward against evil. That one overlapped with a ward against possession by the spirits that would doubtless be drawn to him and the infusion.
On the back of his forearms were two identical symbols, a circle, framed by an aura of shining 'light,' rays formed by the ink.
On his shoulders, the round forms of those muscles were accentuated by the tattoos capping them with an intricate tattoo mesh, almost Celtic, with a double helix in their hearts. And on his outer thighs were similar meshes, but shaped as an oval, from his upper thighs to his kneecaps.
On his back, at the shoulder blades was an image of a raven with its' wings outstretched, the 'feathers' given exquisite detail and the eyes blue with amber coloured 'light' radiating in it
On his chest, two auras surrounded his nipples, on made of black fire and another of ink-coloured lightening.
On his sides, starting next to the nipples and going down, were, on either side, a bold, horizontal, and straight line, coming from that short line come three other lines, that flowed downwards. The one closest to the chest, terminated suddenly after bending to touch his third last rib, the one after that, terminated at the last rib and the last on continued downwards to bend around his back, to merge with it's mirror image at the small of his back. And around his belly button was a circlet made of double helix and triangle shaped links.
Truth be told, Ranma was a little frightened by the prospect of the Eva infusion, despite the advanced steps he had taken. However, he pondered that, he had relied on his skill and Chi abilities against the old freak before, but if he could do the infusion that day or the day after, before the fight, he would be invincible, after all he was prepared. He would be the sole possessor of the Holy Grail of martial arts!
But what to do with it, when and if I get it? He asked himself, stopping on one rooftop and sitting down comfortably on the slightly sloping sheet of tiles. He took out a piece of paper and pencil and began to write down his ideas.
What to do with Eva? Cure everyone with curses by a temporary infusion of Eva; Stop the petty and foolish feuds between himself and the other boys; Sort out his love life; etc.
He wrote down all of his ideas and idle thoughts about the after-effect and responsibility of the Eva. He ended suddenly and looked towards the noon sky. He sighed, tired and determined.
He scrunched up the paper and put it into his pocket.

Soon the pedestrians of Juuban would be gifted with the sight of a red and black blur running at inhuman speed towards the park.

Ranma stopped once he was in the centre of the park. It was strongest here, he decided. Here must be the nexus of the magical warping. He calmly took off his shirt and began to do a simple Kata, feeling the tattoos hum and resonate with the elemental energies, and not the magical energies, after all Eva was the counteracting agent to magic, one could not bring about the other.
He felt too light, as he continued his kata, gaining a growing audience of awed spectators, including eight girls in very short fukus.

Usagi gazed, unashamedly at the dancing Adonis. His tattoos punctuated his body, muscle tone and bodybuild. His olive skin: was highlighted by the light reflecting off his sweat. His long ebony-black hair and pigtail waved as he moved, its' unruly form changing due to it's owner's will and the gentle wind. He slipped from one form to another seamlessly.
All of the other Sailor Scouts seemed to be equally awed, impressed, and in most cases, felt a degree of longing, or lust.
"Sailor Moon," croaked Ami, Sailor Mercury, tearing her eyes off the boy. "He is the source of the extensive spiritual emanations, the tattoos seem to be wards of spiritual protection and containment."
"So, what?" asked Sailor Neptune, as a lesbian and a person not really all that interested in fighting, was least awed by the feats of agility the boy was showing to his unknown crowd.
Sailor Mars jumped to conclusions, "He must be some sort of youma!"
Sailor Mercury shook her head. "He's completely human, just he has an unusually intense and strong spiritual aura!"
The Sailors resigned themselves to simple observation, and obersiving with much interest and drooling.

Ranma began to change the charge of his tattoos. He drew energy into them and prepared. A back-step, a side-ways leap, forward roll, backward roll, chin kick.
Now, he screamed silently.

The audience was confused when the young man just stopped and stood silently, and whispered. "Ba-su Akatsukinosora!"
Then, quite suddenly, a blue glow surrounded him and flowed in to the ground at his feet. Unknown to them, the birth of the dawning sky technique, one of the many techniques he had learnt from the ancient library, caused his aura to link for a time with nature itself.
Most of the crowd ran away screaming, but some remained, either too frightened or not at all. The sailors were amongst them, except they had to hold down the blubbering Sailor Moon.
The observers continued to note the change around them, a unearthly wind, picking up Autumn leaves; a white mist that grew on the ground; a bright green ethereal light flowing around the trees like an aura.
Then, quite unexpectedly, the energy was released, shooting towards the boy like lightning to a conductor. He stood still as the energy hit his blue aura and merged with it.

Ranma scrunched up his eyes with pain at all the elemental energy. True, only the trees around him channelled the energy, but took nothing away from the power he had gained. Now it was time to initialise the conversion process and infuse his body with Eva.
He lay down on the ground and concentrated on the patterns' necessary for the conversion.
He should be okay despite this momentary weakness. Noone around would take advantage of his like this. They weren't the kind, if his aura reading was any assumption.
Just before he lapsed into his self induced sleep, he sensed an aura he hadn't felt all day.
"Happosai," Ranma murmured before his sleep took him.

"Ha, ha, ha," cackled the old man evily as he ran to Ranma's unprepared body, and upon reaching the boy, talked to his sleeping form. "You are truly my best student Ranma. To gain the legendary Eva is to elevate into a godly level of martial arts. But, I'm afraid you didn't give me enough respect for that I will make you go away."
He took out a shard of a mirror and lay it on Ranma's chest, took out a lemon and bit it to make himself cry. During this, he used his other hand to take a short mushroom from his pocket and stuff it into the sleeping boy's mouth. Once his falling tear landed on the mirror, he said. "Take this ungrateful student somewhere where he will respect his sensei!"

"Demon?" asked Usagi of Ami.
"I should think so!" replied Ami, already drawing upon her planet's power to whip the demon's buttocks.

In a flash of light Ranma was gone, leaving a cackling Happosai behind. It was then that Happosai felt the touch of great power right behind him. He turned to see a number of pissed-off Sailor Scouts. "Oh, shit!"
What proceded was to voilent and painful to entirely comprehend. Lets us just leave it with the fact that Happosai will not be bothering anyone but a self-sacraficing hospital nurse for quite some time!