Greater Power Chapter 2
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 are now here.
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Chapter 2
Goku had never felt contempt for the human race, but right now, as he saw Hercule vainly hit at the unmoving Cell, he was dangerously close to it.
Vegeta was always contemptuous, so he felt no need to hide the omnipresent smirk on his face.
The rest of the Z fighters, just stared at the inanely stupid, or really, really, ignorant human.
The other spectators however were too delusional to see the truth, and instead choose to see things in a different light.
"This is amazing," said the reporter, aside his cameraman and two of Hercules students, along with their manager. "Viewers. Cell is paralysed with the speed and strength of Hercules blows!"
From Cell's point of view, he had just been challenged by a large man with little or no fighting skill. He was insulted. He didn't like being underestimated, and the fact that it wasn't underestimation, but an actual belief that this, only slightly stronger than average, human, could defeat him! It made him feel a level of contempt far greater than any other emotion he had experienced in his monstrous life.
Cell had enough with this small man!
"Hercule is no doubt going to save the Earth, ladies and gen... tle ... men." The reporter slowed as he witnessed Cell casually swipe Hercule away like a fly. He also saw Hercule slam into a cliff and slide down it, landing painfully with a soft squish.
Ranma felt very disorientated as he fell. He had reappeared high up and regained consciousness at the same time. He wasn't sure which way was up, until his martial arts kicked in.
He poised himself, spread-eagled and glided along, giving himself some time to think before hitting the ground.
Yet, still he felt very disorientated, then he noticed his smaller stature and remembered the last thing he sensed before lapsing into unconsciousness.
"Damn you Happosai!" he screamed into the wailing wind.
He restrained himself, became calm and assessed the situation, then a seagull landed on his head.
Cell smirked as he directed his attention towards the Z fighters. "I tire of all this cannon fodder. Time for the real fight."
Ranma flailed as the seagull flapped at his face. One of the bird's talons was biting painfully into one of his still tender tattoos. He fell uncontrolled trough the sky.
The terrified bird, still clinging to him.
"Who will challenge me first?" asked Cell.
Ranma finally managed to pry the bird off him, to fly away dazed, when...
Goku stepped forward. "I'll fight..." He was interrupted by a comical sight.
A small boy, no more the five, fell from the sky to land upside-down on Cell's head. The kid in question jumped up with his neck and somersaulted in mid-air to land, once again on Cell's head, with his feet this time.
"Owe," stated the kid as he rubbed his sore head. He hopped of Cell's head and walked shakily this way and that, regaining his balance.
He looked at Cell and bowed apologetically. "Sorry 'bout that!" He took a little cute pose with his right hand scratching the base of a long pigtail, the other hand hooked at his waist.
Cell, for his part, was dazed by the occurrence. The actual blow had not hurt, but having a small boy pop out of no where and land on your head, would daze the devil. To see said boy apologise and bow to him was also a little confusing.
After all, Cell thought that he had a more than adequate reputation to be known by all the measly inhabitant of Earth, as someone to be frightened of and someone to run away from!
He made the equation that the boy must know of this, and yet not fear him; therefore the boy must be a powerful fighter!
Logical, yes, but was an incorrect theory in this case!
"The name's Ranma, Saotome Ranma, heir of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. Nice ta' meet ya'." The boy, Ranma, stared at the man, eer, thing, whose head he landed on. He was tall with mottled green and black armour, with some black pieces at the waist and joints. The man's white face held purple eyes and he had a sort of crown on his head, with two large jutting parts on either side of his head, it was like a elongated helmet split, halfway down the middle.
The man smirked. "I am Cell, the destroyer of your pitiful race!"
Goku noticed the boy go into a defensive stance and evaluated him further.
He had black hair, done into a long pigtail. He had a compact build, if any thing too much of a build for a boy of his age! He was in a stance that Goku, or indeed Cell, did not find familiar. He had long, really baggy kung-fu trousers.
The 'kid', Ranma looked like an experienced fighter, with scars and marks all over his bare chest. It was obvious that those marks were made in the pursuit of the art. The tattoos, Goku, and Cell both disregarded them as a youngsters fashion statement.
Ranma sized up the situation. He was on a large tournament stadium, without any stands. The only other people here, apart from himself and the green and black, 'Cell,' were a crowd of seriously powerful people, and another crowd of more regular people, gathered around a moaning man complaining about a stomachache.
Anyone, who could read auras, could see the man was just very afraid.
Ranma looked at the so-called 'destroyer' and felt confident that he could defeat him. Then two things became apparent; one was the lack of any Eva in his body, only Chi and Elemental energy. The second, was the fact that after reading 'Cell's'aura, he became sure that he didn't have a chance.
Ranma bowed his head and smiled.
Cell was startled to see the small boy in front of his raise his head and state clearly. "Cell, I challenge you!"
Ranma took on an offensive stance, while Cell just stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Krillin was the first to speak up. The human martial artist shouted "Don't, Cell'll kill ya'!"
The others remained impassive, not dishonouring the boy by interfering in a direct challenge, even if it cost him his life!
Goku gritted his teeth; this was just one more reason to kick Cell's ass when it came to him and Cell!
Cell frowned at the brave child as Ranma walked to the other side of the tournament ring. "You have just signed your death warrant, boy!" he jested, wanting Ranma to back down. After all where was the excitement in fighting a defenceless boy?
Ranma turned around and looked with his cool blue eyes at Cell. "It doesn't matter." He said, eliciting shocked gasps from some of the audience and a raised eyebrow from Cell.
"I'm a martial artist, I don't back down from a fight because I can't win. I fight because it's the right thing to do. Perhaps some good will come from my death, perhaps not. But know this, Saotome Ranma does not go silently into death. I will fight to my last breath. There would be no dishonour if you did kill me, for either of us. Let this be a bright display of our souls, Cell, and let the loser lose no honour."
Ranma faced Cell and went into a defensive stance.
Cell was shocked by the speech from the young man. Ranma spoke of honour as if it was all that mattered. The normally impassive biological android stared at the cool blue eyes of his opponent, his grim expression, and both things screaming of age, quite a bit, greater than apparent. And his stance spoke of skill born from rigorous training and powerful opponents.
He smiled. "Well then, let us start. I'll tell you what. Throw a Chi blast at me, I won't move. See if you can defeat me in one move!"
Ranma blinked at Cell's offer, then smiled. "Na, thanks, but I will attack first."
Ranma extended his palm towards Cell, his fingers spread. "Let me show you Akujin Akuba."
The Chi in Ranma's hand became visible as the Evil God's Curse quickly charged up. Then Ranma jumped forward and drew back his hand.
At the climax of his jump his threw his hand forward.
Cell could only gasp in horror as his Chi aura was drained, directed towards the boy's floating form. So much power drained! He thought in horror, gazing at the funnelling cone of his Chi being sucked into a point just in front of the centre of his palm.
This ability is just like the energy absorption ability of two of the predeceasing androids, the energy Kyushu, but much more powerful.
Ranma was smirking when he landed, glowing with Cell's own energies. "That was a revision of my English Teacher's Chi draining attack. I hope you enjoyed it?" He said to Cell's fallen, huddled form.
"Oh, and you can stop pretending Cell. I know you have much more energy than I can drain off of you."
Damn, thought Cell, as he straightened, brushing his shoulders of dust. The brat is harder to trick than I thought.
He had hoped to get Ranma closer so he could go for a quick knockout. He found it humiliating to face a child in combat.
He ran towards the child and they began exchanging blows.
Ranma felt as he used his arms to their limits. Cell was using speeds just short of Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken, with much less effort than what Ranma was.
Ranma knew he couldn't keep it up forever, but the smug android was more than capable of exchanging blows for months at a time, that much Ranma could tell.
Ranma was forced to push himself to and beyond normal Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken levels. With each blow that Cell landed, he could feel the tissue and muscle complain because of the pressure. However, Cell relied more on power than actual skill, so Ranma found it relatively easy to weave and bend in such a way that most of his attacks missed, and allowed for Ranma to do some minor damage.
This dodging couldn't last forever, Ranma realised, and quickly leaped backwards.
Cell glared at the small, lithe form of the boy as he mirrored the child's leap. There was now quite some distance between them.
He eyed Ranma's state. The small boy was panting slightly; he was still containing a Kamehameha worth of Cell's Chi. Otherwise, the child hadn't differed since the start of their match.
Ranma glared at the green and black form of Cell. He allowed the analytical parts of his mind operate and analyse the monstrosity in front of him.
Cell, had wings, therefore flight capabilities, and a very large aura, which could only mean that he was a powerful martial artist, possible more powerful than Saffron. No, thought Ranma, defiantly more powerful than Saffron, much more.
But, he thought angrily, how to defeat him.
Then it came to him.
"Cell. I would like to take you up on your proposition!"
Cell frowned at the child.
What game was this pre-adolescent playing?
"Far too late my little enemy!" shouted Cell, then he reconsidered. He already knew the boy could drain Chi, and could nearly keep up with him, even though he was holding back, speed-wise. But there was so much he didn't know about the brat; perhaps this was an opportunity to find out exactly what Ranma could do!
"Then again, why not?" Cell stood passively, and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Take your best shot!"
Vegeta frowned. Even his Final flash attack couldn't mar Cell, and he had put all of his energy into it. The kid had no chance!
Then he felt something and looked towards the child. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Cell gasped. From around Ranma came a golden glow, not Chi; that flowed like water to engulf the ring, till it was glowing faintly with the same energy that he was. Then it expanded to extend under their audience's feet and beyond for a good distance.
The boy was standing ramrod straight, with his head bowed and his arms parallel to the ground, pointing at Cell, his hand's palms facing at the ground.
"Tao..." the child began, in a surprisingly deep voice.
Underneath the ground trembled and shook like a coiled snake disturbed from its peaceful rest.
"...Chi..." the boy continued, oblivious of everything but the technique and Cell. He was deep in a powerful pattern, a powerful, deep and very dangerous pattern.
"...Geizaa!" he finished, a stream of golden energy flying from his hands, towards Cell. The more he pushed into the beam, the smaller the area covered by the golden energy became.
Cell was too shocked to do anything but block.
This mere child shouldn't be capable of summoning forth, such natural power! He thought angrily, miffed at both himself and the boy, Ranma.
Ranma pushed everything he could summon into that single blast of power.
Cell blocked as best as he could but soon was overwhelmed and was swallowed by the stream of energy.
Ranma slumped to the ground in exhaustion. The energy he had used did not come from him but the earth itself, but to channel so much would be flirting with death.
As he lay there panting, some of the small crowd thought of the attack.
"Piccolo, what was that?" asked Gohan innocently.
Piccolo bowed his head and cupped his jaw in his hand, then cupped that arms elbow in his other hand. "Well, the name is a bit of a clue Tao Chi Geizaa. Tao, the way of... Chi, Earth... And Geizaa, means geyser. The 'Way of Earth Geyser'. Well it was a geyser of sorts, and its power did appear to come from the Earth!"
Vegeta asked Piccolo angrily, "Did that brat kill Cell or didn't it?"
"Well obviously not!" said Piccolo snapped peevishly. "Look."
Cell was pissed. Very, very pissed. He lost and arm and a leg, and some of his head. All of which, he regenerated easily.
He floated above the cloud of dust that was the result of the blast. He was, spotted by all the spectators, but his little opponent was too busy hacking due to the dust to notice him. So Cell waited, seething.
During this time, the dust cloud had settled, and it was clear to all the amount of the destruction. All of one side of the ring was gone, and an ever-widening trench was created from the point of impact with Cell.
Looking at this Cell sweatdropped, along with the other spectators. Many were glad they weren't in the way of that thing. Cell had a raised opinion of the boy now he had seen this amount of destruction from him. But...
"Kamehameha!" screamed Cell.
Ranma looked up and gulped as he saw gigantic beam of energy heading straight towards him. He faintly heard a voice shouting, "No Cell, you'll destroy the world!"
That in mind Ranma did the only technique he could do. "Akujin Akuba!"
It was an oddly beautiful sight. A beam of pure white energy rimmed with yellow light coming from a dark figure and at the end it splitting into a thousand strands of energy, each flowing into a small boy's aura.
Both the giver and the resipricant screamed one of pain and rage, the other of power and ecstasy.
Ranma couldn't help but think in that wash of Chi, what it must be like to have that sort of power all the time, how corrupting it could be.
There was something odd; something different about this than the other time he used Akujin Akuba on Cell. He felt it and poured a strand of his awareness up it.
Cell screamed and felt so much rage and anger at the child stealing his power that his throat began to bleed. Then that anger was broken by the realisation of something odd, a taste, a sound, a touch, a sight, he couldn't be sure. He sent his own awareness to discover what it was.
Just being born. Screaming. Mother's voice, so soft, gentle and loving
Water all around. Doctor Gero's voice, harsh and hateful. Learning... to destroy.
Two years, of age, and happy. Playing in a yard. Mother close by. Watching. Loving.
Ready to emerge. Pain, sensation. I was taught these, and how to destroy.
I am four years old. Pops. Gave paper and ink. Telling me to play with them. Love.
Walking down a ghost town. Loving to destroy, to destroy love. Must destroy.
Six years old, and despairing. Fear. Cats. Colds, so cold, and pain. Painful betrayal!
Fighting. Blood rushing. Pleasure. Pleasure in destruction.
Ten years old. Anguish. Pain. Hope. Torture. Hate.
Fulfilment: in pain and in war. In death, and destruction.
Twelve years old, with friendily despair, depression, determination, and hate.
Time travel. Searching. To become Perfect. To be the Perfect Destroyer!
Fourteen: Contempt, denial, depression, despair, and deep loathing.
Fighting. The powerful warriors: hide them. I will destroy them all.
Sixteen: Confusion, heartache, conflicting honour, failing determination and hatred.
Finally complete. Whole, and perfect. The Ultimate Destroyer!
Eighteen: New, odd, confusion, determination, self-sacrifice, and a killing love.
Fighting spirit. The desire to win. Make us as one.
All this, and more. Their entire lives were flowing between them. Thoughts, and memories. Their raging emotions, and subtle feelings. Along with, all of their, experiences, and memories. Everything that made them: them, was read by the other. They understood. They sympathised. They were one.
Everyone was surprised when Cell stopped the attack and flew over to Ranma. Then he stood in front of the boy and they both nodded, respectfully.
Cell then walked calmly to the camera crew. The frightened men were nearly ready to bolt, so Cell didn't come any more than thirteen feet.
Cell started talking into the camera. "I apologise for my actions. People of Earth you have nothing to fear from me, any longer!" Then he turned away and walked up to Ranma. They both smiled and nodded.
Ranma was picked up by Cell and he took off into the sky.
Krillin blinked, "Well, that wasn't even remotely weird!" he said sarcastically.
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 are now here.
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Chapter 2
Goku had never felt contempt for the human race, but right now, as he saw Hercule vainly hit at the unmoving Cell, he was dangerously close to it.
Vegeta was always contemptuous, so he felt no need to hide the omnipresent smirk on his face.
The rest of the Z fighters, just stared at the inanely stupid, or really, really, ignorant human.
The other spectators however were too delusional to see the truth, and instead choose to see things in a different light.
"This is amazing," said the reporter, aside his cameraman and two of Hercules students, along with their manager. "Viewers. Cell is paralysed with the speed and strength of Hercules blows!"
From Cell's point of view, he had just been challenged by a large man with little or no fighting skill. He was insulted. He didn't like being underestimated, and the fact that it wasn't underestimation, but an actual belief that this, only slightly stronger than average, human, could defeat him! It made him feel a level of contempt far greater than any other emotion he had experienced in his monstrous life.
Cell had enough with this small man!
"Hercule is no doubt going to save the Earth, ladies and gen... tle ... men." The reporter slowed as he witnessed Cell casually swipe Hercule away like a fly. He also saw Hercule slam into a cliff and slide down it, landing painfully with a soft squish.
Ranma felt very disorientated as he fell. He had reappeared high up and regained consciousness at the same time. He wasn't sure which way was up, until his martial arts kicked in.
He poised himself, spread-eagled and glided along, giving himself some time to think before hitting the ground.
Yet, still he felt very disorientated, then he noticed his smaller stature and remembered the last thing he sensed before lapsing into unconsciousness.
"Damn you Happosai!" he screamed into the wailing wind.
He restrained himself, became calm and assessed the situation, then a seagull landed on his head.
Cell smirked as he directed his attention towards the Z fighters. "I tire of all this cannon fodder. Time for the real fight."
Ranma flailed as the seagull flapped at his face. One of the bird's talons was biting painfully into one of his still tender tattoos. He fell uncontrolled trough the sky.
The terrified bird, still clinging to him.
"Who will challenge me first?" asked Cell.
Ranma finally managed to pry the bird off him, to fly away dazed, when...
Goku stepped forward. "I'll fight..." He was interrupted by a comical sight.
A small boy, no more the five, fell from the sky to land upside-down on Cell's head. The kid in question jumped up with his neck and somersaulted in mid-air to land, once again on Cell's head, with his feet this time.
"Owe," stated the kid as he rubbed his sore head. He hopped of Cell's head and walked shakily this way and that, regaining his balance.
He looked at Cell and bowed apologetically. "Sorry 'bout that!" He took a little cute pose with his right hand scratching the base of a long pigtail, the other hand hooked at his waist.
Cell, for his part, was dazed by the occurrence. The actual blow had not hurt, but having a small boy pop out of no where and land on your head, would daze the devil. To see said boy apologise and bow to him was also a little confusing.
After all, Cell thought that he had a more than adequate reputation to be known by all the measly inhabitant of Earth, as someone to be frightened of and someone to run away from!
He made the equation that the boy must know of this, and yet not fear him; therefore the boy must be a powerful fighter!
Logical, yes, but was an incorrect theory in this case!
"The name's Ranma, Saotome Ranma, heir of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. Nice ta' meet ya'." The boy, Ranma, stared at the man, eer, thing, whose head he landed on. He was tall with mottled green and black armour, with some black pieces at the waist and joints. The man's white face held purple eyes and he had a sort of crown on his head, with two large jutting parts on either side of his head, it was like a elongated helmet split, halfway down the middle.
The man smirked. "I am Cell, the destroyer of your pitiful race!"
Goku noticed the boy go into a defensive stance and evaluated him further.
He had black hair, done into a long pigtail. He had a compact build, if any thing too much of a build for a boy of his age! He was in a stance that Goku, or indeed Cell, did not find familiar. He had long, really baggy kung-fu trousers.
The 'kid', Ranma looked like an experienced fighter, with scars and marks all over his bare chest. It was obvious that those marks were made in the pursuit of the art. The tattoos, Goku, and Cell both disregarded them as a youngsters fashion statement.
Ranma sized up the situation. He was on a large tournament stadium, without any stands. The only other people here, apart from himself and the green and black, 'Cell,' were a crowd of seriously powerful people, and another crowd of more regular people, gathered around a moaning man complaining about a stomachache.
Anyone, who could read auras, could see the man was just very afraid.
Ranma looked at the so-called 'destroyer' and felt confident that he could defeat him. Then two things became apparent; one was the lack of any Eva in his body, only Chi and Elemental energy. The second, was the fact that after reading 'Cell's'aura, he became sure that he didn't have a chance.
Ranma bowed his head and smiled.
Cell was startled to see the small boy in front of his raise his head and state clearly. "Cell, I challenge you!"
Ranma took on an offensive stance, while Cell just stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Krillin was the first to speak up. The human martial artist shouted "Don't, Cell'll kill ya'!"
The others remained impassive, not dishonouring the boy by interfering in a direct challenge, even if it cost him his life!
Goku gritted his teeth; this was just one more reason to kick Cell's ass when it came to him and Cell!
Cell frowned at the brave child as Ranma walked to the other side of the tournament ring. "You have just signed your death warrant, boy!" he jested, wanting Ranma to back down. After all where was the excitement in fighting a defenceless boy?
Ranma turned around and looked with his cool blue eyes at Cell. "It doesn't matter." He said, eliciting shocked gasps from some of the audience and a raised eyebrow from Cell.
"I'm a martial artist, I don't back down from a fight because I can't win. I fight because it's the right thing to do. Perhaps some good will come from my death, perhaps not. But know this, Saotome Ranma does not go silently into death. I will fight to my last breath. There would be no dishonour if you did kill me, for either of us. Let this be a bright display of our souls, Cell, and let the loser lose no honour."
Ranma faced Cell and went into a defensive stance.
Cell was shocked by the speech from the young man. Ranma spoke of honour as if it was all that mattered. The normally impassive biological android stared at the cool blue eyes of his opponent, his grim expression, and both things screaming of age, quite a bit, greater than apparent. And his stance spoke of skill born from rigorous training and powerful opponents.
He smiled. "Well then, let us start. I'll tell you what. Throw a Chi blast at me, I won't move. See if you can defeat me in one move!"
Ranma blinked at Cell's offer, then smiled. "Na, thanks, but I will attack first."
Ranma extended his palm towards Cell, his fingers spread. "Let me show you Akujin Akuba."
The Chi in Ranma's hand became visible as the Evil God's Curse quickly charged up. Then Ranma jumped forward and drew back his hand.
At the climax of his jump his threw his hand forward.
Cell could only gasp in horror as his Chi aura was drained, directed towards the boy's floating form. So much power drained! He thought in horror, gazing at the funnelling cone of his Chi being sucked into a point just in front of the centre of his palm.
This ability is just like the energy absorption ability of two of the predeceasing androids, the energy Kyushu, but much more powerful.
Ranma was smirking when he landed, glowing with Cell's own energies. "That was a revision of my English Teacher's Chi draining attack. I hope you enjoyed it?" He said to Cell's fallen, huddled form.
"Oh, and you can stop pretending Cell. I know you have much more energy than I can drain off of you."
Damn, thought Cell, as he straightened, brushing his shoulders of dust. The brat is harder to trick than I thought.
He had hoped to get Ranma closer so he could go for a quick knockout. He found it humiliating to face a child in combat.
He ran towards the child and they began exchanging blows.
Ranma felt as he used his arms to their limits. Cell was using speeds just short of Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken, with much less effort than what Ranma was.
Ranma knew he couldn't keep it up forever, but the smug android was more than capable of exchanging blows for months at a time, that much Ranma could tell.
Ranma was forced to push himself to and beyond normal Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken levels. With each blow that Cell landed, he could feel the tissue and muscle complain because of the pressure. However, Cell relied more on power than actual skill, so Ranma found it relatively easy to weave and bend in such a way that most of his attacks missed, and allowed for Ranma to do some minor damage.
This dodging couldn't last forever, Ranma realised, and quickly leaped backwards.
Cell glared at the small, lithe form of the boy as he mirrored the child's leap. There was now quite some distance between them.
He eyed Ranma's state. The small boy was panting slightly; he was still containing a Kamehameha worth of Cell's Chi. Otherwise, the child hadn't differed since the start of their match.
Ranma glared at the green and black form of Cell. He allowed the analytical parts of his mind operate and analyse the monstrosity in front of him.
Cell, had wings, therefore flight capabilities, and a very large aura, which could only mean that he was a powerful martial artist, possible more powerful than Saffron. No, thought Ranma, defiantly more powerful than Saffron, much more.
But, he thought angrily, how to defeat him.
Then it came to him.
"Cell. I would like to take you up on your proposition!"
Cell frowned at the child.
What game was this pre-adolescent playing?
"Far too late my little enemy!" shouted Cell, then he reconsidered. He already knew the boy could drain Chi, and could nearly keep up with him, even though he was holding back, speed-wise. But there was so much he didn't know about the brat; perhaps this was an opportunity to find out exactly what Ranma could do!
"Then again, why not?" Cell stood passively, and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Take your best shot!"
Vegeta frowned. Even his Final flash attack couldn't mar Cell, and he had put all of his energy into it. The kid had no chance!
Then he felt something and looked towards the child. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Cell gasped. From around Ranma came a golden glow, not Chi; that flowed like water to engulf the ring, till it was glowing faintly with the same energy that he was. Then it expanded to extend under their audience's feet and beyond for a good distance.
The boy was standing ramrod straight, with his head bowed and his arms parallel to the ground, pointing at Cell, his hand's palms facing at the ground.
"Tao..." the child began, in a surprisingly deep voice.
Underneath the ground trembled and shook like a coiled snake disturbed from its peaceful rest.
"...Chi..." the boy continued, oblivious of everything but the technique and Cell. He was deep in a powerful pattern, a powerful, deep and very dangerous pattern.
"...Geizaa!" he finished, a stream of golden energy flying from his hands, towards Cell. The more he pushed into the beam, the smaller the area covered by the golden energy became.
Cell was too shocked to do anything but block.
This mere child shouldn't be capable of summoning forth, such natural power! He thought angrily, miffed at both himself and the boy, Ranma.
Ranma pushed everything he could summon into that single blast of power.
Cell blocked as best as he could but soon was overwhelmed and was swallowed by the stream of energy.
Ranma slumped to the ground in exhaustion. The energy he had used did not come from him but the earth itself, but to channel so much would be flirting with death.
As he lay there panting, some of the small crowd thought of the attack.
"Piccolo, what was that?" asked Gohan innocently.
Piccolo bowed his head and cupped his jaw in his hand, then cupped that arms elbow in his other hand. "Well, the name is a bit of a clue Tao Chi Geizaa. Tao, the way of... Chi, Earth... And Geizaa, means geyser. The 'Way of Earth Geyser'. Well it was a geyser of sorts, and its power did appear to come from the Earth!"
Vegeta asked Piccolo angrily, "Did that brat kill Cell or didn't it?"
"Well obviously not!" said Piccolo snapped peevishly. "Look."
Cell was pissed. Very, very pissed. He lost and arm and a leg, and some of his head. All of which, he regenerated easily.
He floated above the cloud of dust that was the result of the blast. He was, spotted by all the spectators, but his little opponent was too busy hacking due to the dust to notice him. So Cell waited, seething.
During this time, the dust cloud had settled, and it was clear to all the amount of the destruction. All of one side of the ring was gone, and an ever-widening trench was created from the point of impact with Cell.
Looking at this Cell sweatdropped, along with the other spectators. Many were glad they weren't in the way of that thing. Cell had a raised opinion of the boy now he had seen this amount of destruction from him. But...
"Kamehameha!" screamed Cell.
Ranma looked up and gulped as he saw gigantic beam of energy heading straight towards him. He faintly heard a voice shouting, "No Cell, you'll destroy the world!"
That in mind Ranma did the only technique he could do. "Akujin Akuba!"
It was an oddly beautiful sight. A beam of pure white energy rimmed with yellow light coming from a dark figure and at the end it splitting into a thousand strands of energy, each flowing into a small boy's aura.
Both the giver and the resipricant screamed one of pain and rage, the other of power and ecstasy.
Ranma couldn't help but think in that wash of Chi, what it must be like to have that sort of power all the time, how corrupting it could be.
There was something odd; something different about this than the other time he used Akujin Akuba on Cell. He felt it and poured a strand of his awareness up it.
Cell screamed and felt so much rage and anger at the child stealing his power that his throat began to bleed. Then that anger was broken by the realisation of something odd, a taste, a sound, a touch, a sight, he couldn't be sure. He sent his own awareness to discover what it was.
Just being born. Screaming. Mother's voice, so soft, gentle and loving
Water all around. Doctor Gero's voice, harsh and hateful. Learning... to destroy.
Two years, of age, and happy. Playing in a yard. Mother close by. Watching. Loving.
Ready to emerge. Pain, sensation. I was taught these, and how to destroy.
I am four years old. Pops. Gave paper and ink. Telling me to play with them. Love.
Walking down a ghost town. Loving to destroy, to destroy love. Must destroy.
Six years old, and despairing. Fear. Cats. Colds, so cold, and pain. Painful betrayal!
Fighting. Blood rushing. Pleasure. Pleasure in destruction.
Ten years old. Anguish. Pain. Hope. Torture. Hate.
Fulfilment: in pain and in war. In death, and destruction.
Twelve years old, with friendily despair, depression, determination, and hate.
Time travel. Searching. To become Perfect. To be the Perfect Destroyer!
Fourteen: Contempt, denial, depression, despair, and deep loathing.
Fighting. The powerful warriors: hide them. I will destroy them all.
Sixteen: Confusion, heartache, conflicting honour, failing determination and hatred.
Finally complete. Whole, and perfect. The Ultimate Destroyer!
Eighteen: New, odd, confusion, determination, self-sacrifice, and a killing love.
Fighting spirit. The desire to win. Make us as one.
All this, and more. Their entire lives were flowing between them. Thoughts, and memories. Their raging emotions, and subtle feelings. Along with, all of their, experiences, and memories. Everything that made them: them, was read by the other. They understood. They sympathised. They were one.
Everyone was surprised when Cell stopped the attack and flew over to Ranma. Then he stood in front of the boy and they both nodded, respectfully.
Cell then walked calmly to the camera crew. The frightened men were nearly ready to bolt, so Cell didn't come any more than thirteen feet.
Cell started talking into the camera. "I apologise for my actions. People of Earth you have nothing to fear from me, any longer!" Then he turned away and walked up to Ranma. They both smiled and nodded.
Ranma was picked up by Cell and he took off into the sky.
Krillin blinked, "Well, that wasn't even remotely weird!" he said sarcastically.
