*Authors note: This chapter came to me in a rush **author laughs**, something that happens frequently with my writings. Actually I had an idea with this chapter when I was still writing the last one, but I've now gone in a totally different direction. It's what I get for listening to Linkin Park, Metallica, and a bunch of other pulse-pounding songs heh.

BTW, be forewarned, you readers will get a surprise later on in this chapter. Don't be offended, I'm just taking a little creative license, so please don't take it personal. It's not meant to be.

Again, thanks for reading and reviewing. It's giving me more motivation to continue this story compared to my others. Also, based on some of your reviews, I go back and revise past chapters, at least until the story is complete. So go back and read the other chapters, there might be something in there now that you missed before. I've also noticed that MS Word puts way too much coding in its web pages, making the page look all wrong. So I'll have to redo the other chapters so as to give you the correct look.

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DBZR ½

Chapter 6: Fusion? Ranma, meet Gotenks.

In Gokus' dimension…

"Gohan?"

"Yes Videl?"

"Is there something wrong? I thought you were upset when I left home to see you."

Gohan, Gokus' oldest son, was sitting in a green field, alongside Videl, his girlfriend. Videl is the daughter of Hercule Satan, the self-proclaimed savior of the world from Cell. She stood at about 5'3, and was petite in every sense of the word. Her figure was shaped much like the hourglass effect many desire, yet few attained, as they lacked the inclination to put themselves through the constant working out that it requires. She on the other hand worked out constantly, always honing her martial art skills she learned from her father, and the other skills she had learned from Gohan himself, bringing out her energy and pushing herself to the limits. Compared to the other Z-fighters, she didn't compare well, but to the average human, she was stronger than most. She was dressed in a dark blue oversized T-shirt, the word FIGHT in bold red lettering on the front, and sweatpants and running shoes. He was in his dark-blue fighting outfit, showing off a considerable amount of his highly-toned chest.

They were both sitting in a green field under the moon and stars after Chichi had allowed Gohan to go see her. At the same time Videl had asked Hercule if she could see him, and while Mr. Satan didn't approve, there really wasn't too much he could do to stop her, and they both knew it. They had met each other halfway in between their destinations, and decided that where they were was as good enough a place to enjoy each other's company. Most couples would have taken advantage of the scenic, and rather out-of-the-way location, but neither one of them had that in mind.

Videl could feel the distress in him, and reached out to massage his shoulders. Not that it made a difference, his shoulders were too hard for her small hands to really do much of anything, but it was the attempt that counted. He wanly smiled to her, saying, "It's my brother. Dad said that he wasn't on Earth anymore. Trunks too." She froze, shocked. She had seen a lot since she met Gohan, and knew that if they couldn't feel a person by their energy, then there was a good chance they weren't alive.

"And now Dad's gone too. He went to look for them earlier and we haven't heard from him. It's got me worried." Gohan placed his arms on his knees, and leaned forward on them, while she looked at him, worried.

She brightened, "I wouldn't worry too much Gohan. You didn't sense a fight did you?" She shuffled over to sit beside his legs and looked him in the eyes. He pondered, then shook his head.

"Then they can't be dead now can they? If they were really in trouble, I'm sure your Dad would have gotten them out of it. Maybe they're just exploring?" It was grasping at straws, and they both knew it, but, again, it was the attempt that counted. He smiled again, saying, "Yea, I guess so. Well, let's talk about something else, k? Won't do us any good to worry about it too much."

"Sure." She leaned against his propped up legs, looking at him warmly. "Gohan, I've been meaning to ask you something."

"Sure Videl, what is it?" He blinked, curious. She tilted her head till it touched his hand, and asked, "Could you tell me about Saiyans? I mean, I know that you're a Super Saiyan, but I really don't know much about them."

"Really? I thought Krillian filled you in?" She shook her head, replying, "No, he said that he figured you'd tell me, giving me that smug look of his. Said something about having the hots for you. I didn't catch it all." Gohan blushed, guessing as to what Krillian said, knowing that's how Krillian would act.

"Well, guess now is as good a time as any." He told her what he knew. He told her about how Saiyans were a powerful race of warriors from the Planet Vegeta, about their ability to gain strength from fighting. She listened in horror as he told her about how Frieza had destroyed Planet Vegeta out of fear of their power, leaving only the few cast offs on other planets to remain alive. He explained about the myth of the Super Saiyan, and how Goku was the first one in over 3,000 years, and how he had defeated Frieza.

"Maybe there are more Saiyans out there, but, so far, there's only the two full-blooded saiyans left that we know of, my Dad and Vegeta. Then there's Goten, and Trunks and I who carry the Saiyan bloodline. But the Saiyan race is a dying race. After a few generations, there probably won't be a trace of them." He finished.

"That's horrible. What a terrible thing to have to have in the back of your mind." She shuddered. He smiled as he caressed her head, feeling the soft hair rustle under his hand.

"Don't worry. What is is. It's not like we could change it." She nodded, still not really liking it. She looked up, and deep into his eyes.

"I wouldn't mind being a Saiyan. I wouldn't mind being anything, just so long as I was with you." She leaned forward and lightly kissed him on the lips, then on the nose, just to tease him. He laughed as he said, "Same here Videl. I just hope I can handle being with you." He teased, even though her face darkened.

"Oh yea? Let's see you handle this!" In a surprising move, she tackled him, sat on his stomach and proceeded to tickle him senseless. Their worries were obviously far away, when something quickly brought worry back into their minds.

"AHH!" Videl cried out, her body ranked by pain. Gohan quickly blinked, wondering if maybe he had hit her. Her head was against her chest, and her fingers pressed hard into his. Her whole body was stiff, and she continued to grunt from pain.

"Videl? What's wrong?" He asked, but all he got for an answer was a shake of the head.

"I….I don't…." she ground out, then cried out again as she fell against him. "What's wrong with me? My whole body feels like it's being torn apart!" He held her, and felt the muscles rippling underneath her clothing and skin. He sat up, and just held her, hoping that whatever it was would pass soon. "I'm going to get you out of here Videl!" He made ready to launch into the air and towards the nearest hospital, but she ground out strongly, "NO!" So he kept holding her, feeling her body get harder. Suddenly, she cried out louder than before, and just above the curve of her bottom, a lump started to form. It increased, not in size, but in length. A small tear formed, and some brown hairs poked through.

Gohan started, now frozen in shock. "No…this can't be possible! Is she becoming a Saiyan? How can this be?!" He thought as the hole grew, and in short order, a tail made its appearance in full, wriggling madly about. Her cries subsided, and her breathing less labored as the pain finally went away. In its place, she felt even better than before, or stronger. She wasn't certain which, but compared to the pain she had just felt, anything was better. She extricated herself from Gohans' arms, and stood up, albeit shakily at first. He looked at her in wonder. Her eyes were no longer blue, they were the same pupil-less black as his, Goku's, Vegeta's, and Goten's. Her bare arms had acquired some bulk, and a lot of tone. But the most shocking part of it all, was the tail, something that she wasn't ready for when it swung around in front of her.

"AHHH!! WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME!!!" She screamed. Gohan quickly stood up, and explained, "Videl, I don't know what caused this, but it looks like you're a Saiyan now!"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT! WHAT'S THIS!!!" She pulled on the tail, nearly making herself pass out.

"Ahh…that's a tail." He offered, weakly chuckling.

"WELL NO SHIT! WHY DO I HAVE ONE?!" She screamed again.

"Wow…she's really taking this hard, she almost never swears!" He thought, and proceeded to reply to her question, "Well, all Saiyans have a tail. They are actually more powerful with it than without it. I used to have one. So did Dad and Vegeta." Something nagged at the back of his mind, but her antics had driven it a little further back than he could quickly remember it.

She breathed in and out slowly several times, making sure she was finally calm before doing anything else. Then a thought, and she asked, "Wait…why don't you have one now?"

"Well, we had to get them cut off for everyone's safety. Which reminds me," The nagging thing in the back of his mind was remembered. "what ever you do, don't look at the moon."

"Why?"

"It would be very bad."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, but followed up on the impulse that all people have when told NOT to do something…she turned and looked right up at the moon. Gohan freaked, "VIDEL!!! I told you not to do that!!! DAMN!" She turned back around, new tail wagging, and looked at him, more confused than before. "What are you talking about? I still don't understand."

Gohan blinked, than took in a small breath, hoping that…maybe, she didn't look long enough. He looked into her pretty pink eyes and thought…

"Pink? Oh man…" He thought as he watched his girlfriend begin the first basic transformation of a Saiyan.

"What…I feel…strrange." Her blood was boiling, her heart pounding hard. Her fangs started to become sharp, and she could feel her body grow in size.

Gohan, while knowing what he HAD to do, could only watch in horror as the transformation commenced in earnest.

"GooohaarrrrrrrRR" She managed to get out before she lost herself to the change. He watched as her clothing became highly taunt, then began to tear as her body contined to grow. A Saiyan warrior would have been outfitted with an elastic type body armor that would have also conformed to whatever size that the body changed too, but Videl didn't have that. In mere moments, she stood before her boyfriend naked…if you didn't count the mass of rapidly growing fur covering her from head to toe. Her face became elongated, and her ears pointed. Her eyes glowed redly, and her teeth were sharp as razors. Her mass blotted out the moon overhead as she towered over him. She roared into the night sky, and pounded her chest. Arms high over her head, she opened her massive mouth and an energy blast shot out to hit a distant mountain. She started to stomp about, causing Gohan to regain his senses and dodge clear.

"Oh man…this is not the way I wanted to end my day with." It had been many years since he had fought Vegeta in his ape form, but things had changed since then. His mind back into action, he quickly changed to the other form a Saiyan could turn into. A golden glow filled the night sky around him as he changed into a Super Saiyan. Videl saw this, and turned towards it, instantly distrustful and ready to destroy whatever it was.

"I'll have to be quick, before she does any more damage." He mapped out his avenue of attack as she stomped towards him. His cyan eyes hard, he disappeared out of her view. She froze, and looked around for him. Behind her, he formed an energy blade with his left hand. He grabbed her tail with the right, freezing her in place, and slashed downward with the blade of his other hand. Her roar increased in strength as he cut the tail off cleanly. Her power draining, she quickly started to return to her normal state. Her bulky body started to regain its hourglass shape, her face retracted, and her now white eyes closed. The fur receded, first leaving a prickly covering, then smooth skin as her body shrank back to its normal size. She collapsed, naked and unconscious.

He quickly powered back down, and rushed to her side. "Man, I may have wanted to see her naked, but this wasn't how I would have gone about it." He quickly removed the top portion of his outfit, and wrapped it around her body, blushing as he did so. He picked her up and took off for his home, all the while thinking, "What caused this to happen? Why?"

***

Elsewhere…

"Why? Because she said she wouldn't mind that's why!" Pathetic, childish laughter once again filled the halls of Toltiir's dwelling as he watched Gohan rushing to his home in his watching pool. It was made much the same as Kamis', now Dendes', magical pool, yet different in one important regard; Dendes' looked upon Earth and at anything on Earth that he requested to look at. Toltiirs' looked upon other dimensions and planets, and anything that he so wished to look at in or on those dimensions and planets. It also allowed him to see into people's minds, and to hear their conversations. It was his favorite tool for creating mischief, and he used it to the fullest.

Wiping a tear away after remembering Gohans' shocked expression during his woman's first transformation, he looked in on Goku.

"I see. Enjoying your meal are you?" He scowled suddenly, "Be glad that you are in one of the few worlds I can't enter! Otherwise I'd enjoy tormenting you and Ranma's friends. Oh yes yes, I soooo would enjoy that." His malice forgotten, he called forth a servant. The food he saw being devoured reminded him that he was hungry as well.

The servant quickly brought forth a large plate, covered with fruits, many of them exotic and from other dimensions. He picked up a jakabarune fruit, and peeled away the skin. Deadly to each with the skin, the fruit itself would be a delicacy on any planet, WAS a delicacy on the planet it originally came from as a matter of fact. He found it after giving the farmer his wish to see his dead parents…from inside the grave itself. He couldn't let the groves go to waste now could he? The fruit itself ripened only in complete darkness, although it required sunlight just like most any other plant. Once it ripened, the sun of the next day would harden the skin, leaving a deadly toxin on the outside, and the purest soft pulp on the inside.

He took of bite, and found the taste to be off. He spit it out, and grabbed the servant, the tray falling to the floor and spilling its contents about. "What did you do? Play with this fruit? It tastes like it's been left in the fridge for three hours!! Do you know what happens to jakabarune fruit when it has been cold for too long?"

"N-no sire! I'm new! I didn't know!" The servant quivered.

"Consider this your introduction then to the staff, and your dismissal!" With that, Toltiir delved into the man's mind, finding his most fervent wish, and granting it. The servant felt his whole body get hot, and he screamed. His face became a dark maroon red, and steam started to pour forth from his body. Within moments, the servant became nothing more than steam, leaving nothing of his presence behind.

"What a weak wish, to be as free and relaxed as steam. I mean honestly, what do I pay you people for? Why can't they wish to be something useful, like…a harem woman or something." He spat in contempt, and snapped his finger for another, better-trained servant, all the while listening to Shania Twains, I Feel Like a Woman song from hidden speakers.

Toltiir turned to the sky, looking directly at (insert your name here ____),crying out, "HEY!! I'm a god of mischief! I can listen whatever I please! You have a problem with it, then I'll deal with your wishes later." He turned back to the confused servant, not sure whom his master was talking to, and not knowing that multitudes of people had access to Toltiir's inner chambers. Toltiir did though, and didn't care. He said, "Pay no attention servant. FEED ME!"

**

In the Tendo Dojo…

The Tendo family, Ranma and Genma watched as Goku, Goten and Trunks pack away more food than Ranma ever could. Kasumi had to crank up the propane stove twenty times to fix up more rice as Goku ate the two kids into the ground. As disgusting and amazing a site as this was, the site of Akane eating as much as Ranma did was at least, a partial shock. Partial at least in comparision to seeing her as a glowing being.

Finally, Goku breathed a huge sigh of satisfaction, "Wow! That was great! Your cooking is awesome Kasumi!" Kasami blushed, not used to getting compliments. "You're welcome Goku-san."

"Please, it's just Goku." He smiled warmly, much like how he smiled to everyone whom he was friends with. He yawned a bit, tired from his ordeal, and from the fight he had with Akane and Ranma. "Akane has so much potential, even if she does lack skill. She's on the verge now of tapping a stronger source of energy. Maybe with some training, she'll be able to tap it." He mused as he looked at Akane, her blue hair still streaked with blond, as she smiled contentedly. He then took in Ranmas' shapely form, also content. Both girls looked worse for wear, but they were rather happy with life it seemed, even if they had just fought a being far beyond them in terms of power.

"Ranma defiantly has skill. She's a superb fighter. I don't think Majin Buu was as skilled. Even without bringing out her energy, she's as strong as Akane is powered up. It's like they were in synch when they fought." He replayed the fight in his mind, watching how they flowed around each other's defenses and attacks. "After Ranma had torn part of Akanes' dress though, the synch was off. Her concentration and focus was lost, she was too busy trying to pound her, not beat her. An awesome fight still."

He spoke up, "Ranma, I almost forgot to ask you something."

"Ok, what is it?" Ranma said, not scornfully, just without thinking. She clamped her hands over her mouth, then, sheepishly, tried again. "I'm sorry Goku. What was it you wanted to ask me?"

Goku ignored the accidental slight, seeing it for what it was. "Well, remember I had asked you to teach me some of your skills?" She nodded. "I almost forgot to ask you if there was something you wanted to learn from me. It could be a couple days before I'm ready to make the attempt back to our world, so I have time to learn, and to teach." She put a finger to her mouth, thinking.

Finally, she said, "I don't know. I guess I'd have to wait and see what all you can do first before I can ask you to teach me something." Goku nodded.

"Yea, I guess you're right. We can think of something tomorrow."

"Hey Dad?" Goku turned to his son.

"What is it Goten?"

"Nabiki said she'd show us around town tomorrow, and maybe get a couple things we could take with us back home. Can we PLEEEEEASE?" He looked at Goku with large puppy-dog eyes. Goku could destroy planets, galaxies, even an entire universe if he so felt inclined. He could fight and defeat anything he put his mind to, but he could never defeat the Puppy-dog eye attack. Then again, Goku was probably the biggest user of it, and he did it without knowing it. He smiled as he replied, "Sure son. Just keep out of trouble ok? Also, if I need you guys for a training idea, I'll come get you, ok?"

"YAY!! We're going exploring!!" Trunks rolled his eyes at Goten's antics, saying to Goku, "Ok. Sounds like a plan."

Goku yawned again, harder, causing everyone else to catch the yawn and repeat it. He stood up and stretched, already feeling lots better after eating. "Well, it's getting late. We should get some sleep before we begin training tomorrow."

Everyone else stood up, and they bid goodnight to Goku and the boys as they lead Goku to their room. Everyone basically scattered at that point. Kasami cleared dishes, although they couldn't be cleaned until power returned. Ranma headed for the showers, a hot kettle in her hands, Akane following just long enough to get a small pail of water and a washcloth to clean herself up in her room.

Akane slid the door shut in her room, and placed the pail on the floor next to her bed. She stepped over to the mirror and looked herself over. "What a mess!" She exclaimed. Indeed, she was a mess. Her hair was disheveled from her power-up, and her face was dirtied. Her dress though, looked the worse. Stained severely from dirt and grass stains, and torn in hundreds of places. A gash went across her left shoulder, jagged along the edges from where Goku's hand had torn it. A long tear formed above her right knee, and widened as it went further down. From the knee down she could see her leg easily. It used to be one of her favorite dresses. In anger, mostly at herself for letting herself jump into a fight without changing, she grasped her dress at the stomach, and pulled hard. It came free with ease, buttons popping, cloth tearing loudly. What she saw floored her though.

In the mirror, she saw all the effects that Goten's energy transfer had done to her body. Her abs were highly pronounced, with definition lines around each ab muscle. Her legs were just as defined, and had more bulk than before. Her shoulders and deltoids had more mass, and flared a bit as she brought her arms across her chest. Her chest itself had also gained some mass, which she now noticed. Her breathing was constricted, her bra too tight now. She reached back and undid the clasp. Upon releasing the clasp, she instantly could breath easier, and she took in several deep breaths. She removed it and her other undergarments, and examined herself in detail, turning this way and that in the mirror, even flexing a little here and there.

"Wow…I…look…incredible!" Was her only thought. Highly impressed would be doing her thoughts a disservice. Finished looking herself over, she put the ruined dress in the trash bin, and then proceeded to clean herself off.

Next morning…

The dawn was just barely starting to rise in the distant horizon. It was Saturday, and everyone everywhere would, for the most part, be sleeping in, catching up on the sleep they lost during the workday. But in the Tendo Dojo…

"RISE AND SHINE RANMA!" A call from the yard is heard as Goku, Goten and Trunks went through their stretching exercises. A figure could be seen in an upper story window, then disappear. Another figure in another window is seen, and vanishes as well. From the porch doorway, a larger figure steps into the slowly brightening morning. Genma smiles, memories of many a training days beginning at the crack of dawn passing through his mind.

"Morning Genma! Have you seen Ranma?" Goku asked, upside down. He was doing a few headstand pushups to warm up a bit. "I feel tons better, but I'm still not quite there. Shouldn't be too long though." He thought as a slender figure appeared from the house. A young man, with dark hair, in a red sleeveless shirt and loose pants walked out. His hair was in a pig-tail, much like Ranma's had been in. Before Goku could inquire, Goten called out, "Morning Ranma!" Goku looked at his son quizzically, wondering if maybe Goten had hit his head. "Even I know the difference between a man and a woman…hope he isn't coming down with something." He turned back to the young man.

Pushing up hard with his hands, he quickly righted himself and landed on his feet. Akane, in white training garb, with a red sash quickly walked out, looking much better.

Goku looked around, then asked, "Ahh…where's Ranma? I thought she was going to do some training?" Without a word Akane shoved the young man towards the pond. He tried to catch his balance, but flailed madly as he dove in. In an instant a red-haired figure jumped back out, landing with a pronounced bouncing in certain areas near Akane.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR!!!" She cried, highly annoyed. Power still hadn't been brought back up, so hot water would be a long time in coming.

"Because he didn't know that's why! Stupid jerk, how else could it be explained to him?" Akane hotly retorted.

"Well you didn't have to shove me so hard!" Ranma glared, then turned to Goku, who merely stood impassively.

"You wouldn't mind waiting a moment while we stretch would ya Goku?" She said, resigned to her cursed form. No response. Ranma approached, saying, "Goku? Goku?"

Goku still stood, looking straight ahead, unblinking. Ranma reached out and poked him. Still nothing. She waved a hand in front of his eyes…a single blink.

"Great. See what you did Akane?"

"Me? You're the one who fell into that cursed pool!"

"Yea, well, now we can't train until he comes out of it."

In a weak voice, Goku finally said, "I…shoulda known." Everyone turned towards them. "I should have guessed by his….er…her energy. It feels exactly the same, but it's weaker. That's what threw me off." Finally regained of his senses, he answered Ranmas question, all the while shrugging off as best he could what he just saw. "Nah, go ahead. We've already stretched out, so we'll go through some of our routines while you stretch."

"Ok." With that, Genma, Ranma, and Akane started stretching, while the other three began their routines. Ranma watched all three very closely, paying close attention to their movements. It would be useful for her to know their style so she could teach them some of her techniques.

Goten and Trunks immediately started to spar, punches and kicks flying at each other at a high rate of speed. They split apart, Goten taking up a fighting stance. His hands were in the shape of claws, on arm low and behind, the other took a ready position in front of his head. Trunks posture was much different, his hands fists, and his arms in front of his body, much like a boxers. They sized each other up, then went at it again, their hits loud and audible. "Wow…if that's just them going through a routine, it's pretty intense. I wonder what they are like when they are really going at it?" She continued stretching, watching Goku now.

Goku stood for a few minutes, eyes closed, concentrating. His arms were low, fists unclenched. Finally, he opened his eyes, gazing out at nothing in particular, eyebrows knit in concentration.

"HAAA AH!" One of his arms shot forward, slightly cupped. The displaced air shoved into Goten, who had jumped. While it caught him off guard, he used it to flip over Trunks and continued to attack. Goku kept punching the air at imaginary foes, blocking and kicking in complex moves. He stopped briefly, relaxing his stance again. Then he took up the stance taught to him by King Kai, legs spread wider than shoulder width. He bent down low, hands also clawed, parallel to the shoulders. One leg he kept straight, the other he bent at the knee, giving the appearance of crouching. "Interesting stance…it protects and allows for quick offense at the same time. It wouldn't be impossible to fight around it, but it would be difficult." Ranma analyzed.

Suddenly, Goku launched himself forward, twisting his body about so that his right arm was drawn back, left leg straight back. He rushed straight for a wall low to the ground, only to change his momentum by shooting his left arm out and grabbing the dirt. This action flipped him, and, using his forward velocity, he let his feet hit the wall first. He launched himself again, this time high into the air, leaving a small indent in the wall. Up high he performed many different moves. Spin kicks, upper cuts, jabs, flips, rolls, everything and anything he could think of. Ranma and the others, minus the boys, watched, their stretching either done or forgotten. "His style is very offensively oriented, at least, I think so. He might be as good defensively, but if this is a sample of his style, it would be very hard indeed to fight against him. Not impossible, but very hard."

Akane looked up at Goku, enthralled. "Wow…he's good." She said. Genma merely grunted an affirm. "I still think I can beat him." Akane and Genma both suddenly looked in amazement at Ranma, who looked contemplative for her part.

Goku, his routine complete, dropped from the air and landed gently. The boys themselves and stopped, wiping the sweat from their brows. Goku took in a deep breath, then released it. "That was a good slow warm up."

"You mean that you're faster than that?" Akane exclaimed.

He looked at her blankly. "Well, yea. I'm still weak, so I didn't think it would be a good idea to do my regular warm-up and possibly burn myself out."

"Goku, I have to ask you something." Ranma walked up.

"Ok, shoot."

"If you really pushed yourself, just how strong would you be?"

Goku thought for a moment, examining the motions he just went through, and how his body felt. "Well, if I really tried, I could probably reach Super Saiyan 2 easy. Super Saiyan 3 would be a stretch. I'd be stronger than Trunk and Goten, that is, until they used Fusion."

Genma spoke up, "Fusion?" He scratched his head. None of the Nerima natives understood the talk of Super Saiyan 2 or 3, but the mention of Fusion really confused them, and Goku saw this.

Goku explained. "The Fusion technique allows two equally strong fighters to merge and become a more powerful warrior. The new fighter would have personality traits of both fighters, and the skills of both, yet be a completely different person. It's a great technique, but there are many precise motions both persons have to go through in order for it to work, and it's only good for thirty minutes, and you have to wait awhile before you can use it again. I learned it from some Otherworld fighters, and I taught Goten and Trunks how to use it." He turned to the two and motioned them over. As they approached, Ranma asked, "So what good is it if it only lasts a short time?"

"All you would need is those thirty minutes." He turned to the boys, who had an idea what was coming.

"Hey guys, you wouldn't mind giving them a demonstration would you?" They sighed, their suspicious correct.

"Ahh, well yea. We can I guess." Trunks said. Goten merely nodded. They both spread apart and stood parallel to each other. They powered up to Super Saiyan, and then to their max power, exactly equal. They extended their arms opposite of each other, parallel to the ground. They started to shuffle towards each other, three steps each, swinging their arms around till the flats of their hands where inches apart.

As they moved towards each other, they chanted, "Fuuuu. Sion." At the S part of the word fusion, they drew in the leg that was farthest from the other person, drawing it across their bodies. At the same time, they spun their arms back across from each other, their hands now fists.

"HAA!!" They exclaimed, shooting their drawn up legs back out and bending towards each other, their arms held like the horns of bull near their heads. The first finger of both hands on both fighters were extended, and when they touched a large flash of golden light blasted forth, outshining the morning sun briefly. Everyone but Goku shielded their eyes from the blast, and when it faded, the quickly uncovered them.

Standing before them was a different boy. His hair was golden, his eyes cyan, but his outfit was different. He wore a black and yellow vest that seemed much too small, exposing highly toned his chest and stomach. Around his waist was a purple sash, holding up baggy white pants of a sort. He stood there for a moment, and finally relaxed from Super Saiyan. His hair stayed in the same position, yet remained golden, just lighter in tone. He smiled, and walked forward, arm extended. Dumbly, Ranma took it, not certain what to say. "Whoa…these guys are intense! But…that might just be a useful technique to know." Was his first coherent thought.

The boy shook the hand quickly, saying,

"Hi. My name's Gotenks."

To be continued….