DBZR 1/2

Goku vs Copycat Ken.

"I agree. This won't take long." Goku smiled. It wasn't pleasant, nor was it malicious. Superior.

His doppelganger stood in his own stance on top of the concrete wall around the Tendo Dojo, gazing on him dispassionately.

"So you copy other fighters techniques?" Goku asked arms crossed upon his chest.

"Yea. You don't know how many fighters I've beaten this way." Copycat Ken smirked.

"Well then. Let's see what you copied." The Saiyan warrior uncrossed his arms, relaxed. His copy scowled in reply.

"Haaaa ah!" Ken leapt at Goku, right arm drawn back, left leg straight back. A small chip of concrete shot off the wall from the force of his leap. In a blink Ken had closed in with Goku, throwing his left in a jab, following up with his right hard. Goku lazily blocked both hits, but fell forward when Ken swept his feet out from under him, and followed it up with a sharp uppercut. The Saiyan flew upwards a short distance seemingly out for the count. Ken stood up, extending an arm, palm out. A yellow energy ball formed and shot forward to nail Goku in midair. Smoke filled the air where it hit, but the Saiyan warrior dropped out of the cloud without a problem. Goku landed on his feet, only slightly smoking from the blast. Ken frowned, puzzled. He charged forward again, this time attacking in a flurry of punches and kicks, which were all lazily blocked as before. Goku smirked as Ken flipped backwards, and then flew forwards, again right arm back, left leg out. Ken lashed out with a hard right, but this time, his fist passed straight through the Saiyans face.

"What the?!" The copy exclaimed as the after image faded. "Where…how...?"

A simple shove to his back ended his confusion as Goku nailed Ken from behind. Goku's copy staggered forward, reeling from being off-center when he had struck. He managed to get himself turned around, and gazed in surprise when he saw Goku standing right where he was before, still relaxed.

"Wha…how did you do that? I know all your moves!" Ken exclaimed angrily.

"Wrong," Goku corrected, "you only thought you knew all my moves. Truth is, I haven't done anything yet."

"No! That's not true! That's impossible! I saw you!" Ken glanced over as he heard laughter coming from the house.

The power having been restored, Ranma now stood in male form, and wearing only a couple of bandages on some cuts from his encounter with the copy Gotenks. "Don't you get it yet? Those weren't any special moves, those were his standard fighting attacks he was practicing!"

"You stay out of this Ranma! I'll deal with you soon enough!" Ken fired off an energy blast at Ranma in anger.

"Look out!" Soun cried as the blast shot towards the pig-tailed fighter. Ranma bladed his hand, swung his arm, and deflected the shot into the air, much like Goku did the night before with his attack. He smirked, "You're not the only one who can copy moves Ken."

Ken looked on in shock. His plan wasn't going well at all. He'd shown his hand too soon. He contemplated retreating when Goku spoke up.

"I think it's time to end this Copycat Ken. But first, I have something I'd like to show you. I think you'll like it." He smiled that same superior smile from before.

Ken gazed back, wary, taking a combat stance again. "What do you want to show me?"

"A couple tricks of my own." Goku clenched his hands, still smiling. Suddenly his face became like stone as he concentrated.

"Raaaah!" He cried out in concentration as his hair flew upwards. In less than an instant a flash of gold burst forth, blinding everyone watching. Squinting his eyes, Ken looked at Goku. In total disbelief he gazed on the transformed warrior before him. His hair stood on end, with two bangs hanging over his forehead. Both his hair and his eyebrows were golden, and his eyes had become cyan. Around his body a golden sheen could be seen, and all heard a slight buzz in the air.

"That's my first trick. Ready for the second?" Ken, still as the powered down Goku, nodded dumbly.

"Alright then. Now don't blink, or you'll miss it." The Super Saiyan said helpfully. He cupped his hands at his side, in full view of the Dojo residents, but not to Ryoga, Cologne, or the street toughs. "What's he doing? What is that sudden surge I sense?" Cologne asked herself, watching.

A small blue globe of light filled his hands, and expanded till it filled his hands. As it grew, a strange warbling sound was heard, high pitched and fast. While it grew, Goku chanted, "Kaaaaaa Meeeeee Haaaaa Meeeee…" Rays of light could be seen from between his fingers. Ken trembled, not sure what to do now. He didn't know this technique, and he feared what was going to happen.

shot his cupped hands forward, exclaimi "Haaaaa!" A mournful wail filled the air as a blue ball blasted forward, leaving a tail as it aimed straight at Copycat Ken. Thinking quickly Ken leapt into the air, flying as high as he could. Goku merely pulled his hands up, and the blast curved upwards, blasting Ken in mid-air. When the beam faded, Ken fell to the ground, no longer in the form of Goku. He was once again back to normal.

From her perch, Cologne gazed on in amazement. "A continuous energy attack…I've heard of this, but I've never seen one before." She mused. A germ of an idea formed in her mind as she plotted ways to get either Goku, or one of the two boys into the tribe. "With just one of them, the tribe will be more than simply rejuvenated, it'll become more powerful than any in China. Getting all three would be a great feat, but I fear that it would be for naught." She looked up from her thoughts when the buzz in the air abated.

Goku now stood before Copycat Ken in his untransformed state, gazing on in pity.

On the other hand, the gang leader feared for his life as his last hope was dashed. He'd gotten into a mess he couldn't possibly have foreseen, and now couldn't get out of. A couple gang members started to shuffle away, hoping they don't get seen. Unfortunately…

"Where do you think you're going?" They looked back as an angry Ranma and Akane walked forward purposely.

"You owe us at the least a broken window, although I may take a bit more out of you for the trouble you've caused us." Ranma stated darkly.

"Wait…I-I'm…" A weak voice interrupted. They looked in its direction, and saw Ken rising painfully. "I'm…not finished…yet. I'll show you all…the best Copycat move ever!" With a sudden quick flourish Ken pulled out his handkerchief, and began to flip it and himself several times, each time he was uncovered a different fighter would appear. Happsoai, Soun, Genma, Ranma, Akane, Kuno, Mousse, Ryoga, Gotenks, Goten, Trunks, Goku, Mousno, Ranten, Happosoun, Akunks….

"Ahh…wait a sec…why does it seem he's getting all messed up?" Trunks asked aloud, while everyone else gazed on in puzzlement.

"Amazing." Akane said.

"Looks kinda ridiculous if ya ask me." Ranma said wryly as Ken's form kept shifting, mixing several fighters into one…obviously not by plan.

"Someone." Flip. Kunos' head on Akane's torso and Mousse's legs appeared.
"Please." Flip. Happosais' head on Trunk's torso and Goku's legs appeared.
"Stop." Flip. Ranmas' female head on Goku's torso and Genma's legs appeared.
"Me!" Flip. Ryogas' head on Gotenk's torso and Happosai's legs appeared.

"Whatever." Trunks said as Goten pulled out his bo, calling out, "Power pole extend!" The short red pole extended several feet into the air, and then swung downward as Goten drilled the short-circuited Copycat Ken into the ground, ending his antics. "Power pole retract." The bo shortened back to its original length.

While Goten was taking care of Ken, Ranma and Akane had taken up their march towards the street toughs and gang members. The leader smirked, and cried, "Gett'em men!" The thugs pulled out numerous weapons, such as chains, bats with nails, brass knuckles, and knives, brandishing them menacingly at the two teens. From across the group of criminals, Ryoga growled slightly, but held back when Goku looked at him and shook his head slightly. He read the Saiyan's lips, "It's their home, let them handle it."

He ground his teeth slightly, but nodded assent. "I'll jump in though if any of them hurt Akane." The Lost Boy watched on as Ranma and Akane took up combat stances, although a bit wary.

"Man...this isn't good." Ranma assessed the situation. "Lots of them…most armed…and I'll have to cover for Akane. This limits my options a lot. I wish that tomboy had stayed behind." Akane's thoughts weren't following the same track as her luckless fiancées' though. Her body was tense, almost trembling with anticipation.

She looked on wary, yet eager. "There sure are a lot of them. Should I go easy on them and hold back or not?" She shook her head, "What's the deal here? Why am I acting so…so…eager?" No answer was forthcoming as the gang members slowly began to encircle them both. Some glared, others leered. A few spun their chains, or patted their bats/other weapons against their hands rhythmically.

"Akane, Ranma!" The two turned back towards the house as Goten and Trunks rushed up.

"No fair fighting against someone who doesn't have anything. Here Akane, use this." Goten tossed her his power pole, which she caught and spun about in her hands fairly skillfully, facing the gang again as she did so, smirking again highly eager. The pole extended automatically to accommodate her longer arms as she held it across her body diagonally. Wordlessly Trunks tossed his sword to Ranma, who caught it in mid-air. He spun the balanced blade about the air with far greater skill than Akane had spun the pole, also facing the group with a smirk. He held the sword one handed, with the two fingers of his other placed on the hilt, the blade held across his chest, point up.

The street toughs didn't seem concerned though. "Lesse if youse can use dat kid." One of the larger ones leered, holding a bat with nails in it.

"Come on then." Ranma baited the thugs. They took it willingly, coming in expecting their superior numbers and variety of weapons to take them out quickly. They were sadly mistaken.

In less than a minute, all the thugs were down, without one of them laying so much as a finger on the teens. The original gang members trembled where they stood. A young woman deftly pulled a small throwing knife out, tossing it in the same motion at Akane. Akane managed to dodge the blade, but not before it had nicked her cheek slightly.

"Akane!" Ryoga rushed forward in anger, blindly charging through the last of the gang like a mad bull. Blows rained down on them as Ranma, Akane, and Ryoga finished off the last of the gang, leaving the leader to stand-alone. Ryoga, Ranma and Akane stood around the leader in a rough circle, watching. Goku walked out into the street with them, gazing at the leader hard. For his part, the young man lost control of his bodily functions.

Disgusted, Ranma merely said, "Whatever money you had, leave it. All of it. Then go."

"Leave here, and never bother these people again. Otherwise, I might have to deal with you myself." Goku said, arms crossed before his chest. The gang member, drained of color, merely nodded dumbly as he removed a satchel from a moped bike, dropping it on the ground before Ranma. After which he rushed to the little scooter and took off, screeching the little tires as he did so.

Akane rushed forward, dropped Goten's power pole and opened the satchel. Her eyes widened at the amount of money she saw inside. "Ranma…there's only ten-thousand yen in here."

Trunks sword leaning against the wall, Ranma rubbed the hand that had deflected Copycat Ken's energy attack, muttering, "Figures he'd lie about the amount of money he was going to pay." He turned his attention back to the sword, hefting it as he did so. "This is an excellent blade. The balance is perfect, and the handle doesn't slip at all." He twirled it about him expertly, getting a better feel for it now that he had a moment to play with it, leaving slight slashing sounds as it flitted through the air. "It cuts through the air cleanly, becoming one with the user with ease. Wish I had one of these, not that I need one." He mused, smirking. He rubbed his hand again, still slightly red. "Damn that stung." He said under his breath.

Akane picked up the satchel, and then the bo, and headed back into the Tendo Dojo. She gazed at the red pole as she walked, twisting and twirling it this way and that, in a silent examination of the weapon. It had retracted back to its shorter size when she had set it down, and now looked nothing more than a thick stick. "Weird. I thought it was longer..." She thought to herself before being unexpectedly tackled by a blur of orange.

"WowthatwassocoolyoudidgreatIneverseenagirlfightsogoodbeforemanthatwasawesome…" Goten's litany was long and continuous, moving at a speed only little boys can speak. Stars seemed to spin around Akane's head as Goten sat on her stomach.

Ranma couldn't help but laugh, yet was wary, in case Trunks tried the same thing. Thankfully, Trunks merely walked up to the cursed fighter and held out the sheath. As Ranma slid the sword home with a metallic clang, its owner said, "Not bad." Ranma's eye twitched.

"Not…bad?"

"Yea. Could have been better, but I guess you're just not strong enough to use it fully." Trunks said this nonchalantly, as if talking about how a certain player did in a soccer match. Leaving an angry teen behind, he stepped over to where Goten was still blasting a dazed Akane with fast talk, and whollaped him behind the head. He hit the younger boys head hard enough to knock it into Akane's chest…much to her shock and embarrassment.

"Ow!" Goten rubbed the back of his head when he sat back up. "That hurt! Why did you hit me Trunks!" He glared at his friend, who scowled back slightly.

"You've seen a girl fight before Goten. Remember the World Martial Arts Tournament and Videl?" Trunks reminded. He continued, "She fought better than Akane, a lot better."

"Yea, well, she didn't have the power pole, so there!" Goten stuck his tongue out. Akane sat up and gently pulled Goten off.

Goku groaned inwardly as Trunks and Goten continued, with Ranma, Ryoga and Akane watching. "Oh well...kids will be kids I guess."

Back in Dragonball Z dimension…

"Argh…what's taking that blasted woman so long?" Vegeta ground out automatically, and then winced. Old habits die hard, and he hadn't been coping with the sudden 'youth-a-nizing' of his mate. For the past couple of days he'd been watching her like a hawk as both of them tried to get a handle on her sudden growth…retraction. Thankfully, her mind hadn't been affected, retaining all of her 30+ years of knowledge and experiences.

Upstairs in Trunks room, she dug about in her son's clothing to find something that might fit. It had been an ongoing ordeal, trying to at least make use of her own things, but nothing seemed to work right. Finally she gave up and decided to use something from Trunks's wardrobe. Standing in the nude, she tossed things behind her as she went through everything, looking for something that would work.

"No…this won't do. Oh lord no, not my color. Eh…not bad, but not quite, I'll put that in the 'maybe' pile. My god, I actually gave that to him? What the hell is this???" She pulled out something that looked like fuzzy underwear and nylon stockings. She blushed furiously, mostly in outrage at the thought of her son in drag, when she remembered her mother saying something about missing her 'special' party outfit. She flushed again, for a different reason. "Ahh…I better make sure that this finds its way back to my mother." She folded it many many times and set it away, getting back to the task at hand. Finally, after several more minutes of fruitless searching, she finally came upon something that would work.

"Guess this'll do." She held out her sons' cyan colored sparring outfit, and then slipped it on. The top was sleeveless, with a large V shape opening in the front exposing large amount of chest, but she didn't have to worry too much about showing anything off. "Not anymore." She sighed. She tightened up the orange sash that held up the pants, and then slipped some socks on. Finishing up, she strapped on some yellow boots that were a couple sizes too large, and looked in a mirror. She couldn't help but smile, then giggle at the reflection.

"Hehe, I look almost like Trunks in this. Glad to know where he got his good looks from." Her smile broadened a bit. Then she sighed, as she remembered what she used to look like not all that long ago. "Well, with the Dragonballs we can set things right again." Her confidence boosted, she walked out of the room…although not before grabbing her mothers' 'special' party outfit.

Vegeta looked up as Bulma came downstairs. His upper lip twitched a bit at her choice of outfit. "Humph, that's what took her so long to come to? She could have just grabbed some of the Saiyan armor we have and have been done with this long ago."

"For your information Vegeta, that armor is ugly, and I don't look good in spandex!" He would have laughed at the tone in her young voice, if not for the fact that one, they were going to fix whatever it was that was wrong; two he sure as hell didn't have anywhere else to live. Finally, as much as he wouldn't admit it aloud, much less himself, he did love her. Unfortunately for him though, he kept forgetting about the mental bond he shared with her.

"Common, we have to go get Gohan and see how they are doing. Videl must be half insane by now." ChiChi had told them of the incident that had happened the night of Bulma's drastic change. "Why's this happening to just us women? What did we do to deserve this?"

Growling slightly, he ground out, "Fine. Let's just get this over with!" He stalked over to where she stood, hands on her hips. He bent down and gently cradled her small form, then walked outside. Reaching an open area, he blasted off in the direction of Goku's home.

Speaking of which…

"Rrrrrr…come'er you sexy thing you!"

After Gohan had brought Videl to his home, ChiChi had to make trips for food far more often, and bring back much larger amounts than before. Gohan cared for his girlfriend while she recovered, and by the next day she had been back to her usual self…well, almost. For one thing, she was several times stronger and faster than before. Another, which Gohan considered odd, was the fact that her tail grew back by the next day, increasing her strength and speed a bit more. Neither things were bad things.

The final side effect of this though…

A table flew through the air, creating a dent in the wall as Videl tossed it aside in her chase with Gohan.

The other side effect was an abnormally high sex drive. She managed to control it when ChiChi was around, but she wasn't there at this particular moment…something Gohan was desperately wishing for. "Ohmanohmanohman…notgoodnotgood!" He flipped over several other items of furniture in his attempts to escape. Videl simply vaulted over them. Her eyes were hungry, almost primal in her desires.

"Control yourself Videl! Mom will be back any minute!" Gohan offered as he flipped again. Much as he desired her, this wasn't the time or the place. Although it was obvious that she thought different.

"I don't care! I've gotta have ya!" She vaulted, and watched as he flipped yet again. "Yea…shake it baby!" He flushed.

"What the hell…she's like those black widow spiders I read about! Dad never told me about this! He just told me about birds and bees!" He idly wondered if it was something that affected Saiyan women only or not, but wasn't ready to let Videl catch him to find out.

They crouched apart from one another, Videl on top of a sofa, looking ready to pounce, her new tail swishing this way and that, while Gohan stood a few feet away in a near combat stance. "Common baby, ya know you wanna do it." She smiled, much like a predator who had caught its' prey. His eyes narrowed when her muscles tensed. When she leapt he was ready. A blur marked the spot he had been standing, reappearing above her stretched out form. He landed a blow to her neck, knocking her into unconsciousness.

Her body landed much as a sack of wheat would, hard and heavy. He gently picked her up and placed her back on the sofa she had just so recently left, and then proceeded to straighten things up…again.

"This is the third time today…I'll be glad when we get the Dragonballs together and set things right again." Gohan said aloud, sighing heavily. He didn't notice the predatory smile slowly appear on Videls' lips when he gently covered her with a blanket.

To be continued…