DBZR 1/2

Chapter 10: A little fun before we go...

Rushing through the air with a visible air cushion around them, her blue hair flying about as if possessed with life of its own, Vegeta and Bulma flew towards the Mountain district that Goku and his family lived at. As much as Vegeta hated being around Goku, he didn't have the same feelings towards Gohan or the rest of the family, although ChiChi got on his nerves a bit. He glanced at his much younger looking mate, of which only in Arkansas would it be a legal pairing, at the way her eyes appeared to be slightly glazed over. Whether from sadness, or from thinking on how to solve the problem, he wasn't certain. Never was with women though. He felt her smallish body shiver slightly, and he automatically drew her a little closer.

"Why am I always being tortured? Have I not repaid for my past enough yet?" He thought to himself, in a way that Bulma couldn't pick up through their bond.

It didn't take Vegeta long to reach Goku's home. He could have flown there in his sleep if he'd been so inclined. All his dreams and desires of coming there to fight him to finally prove who was the better fighter had imprinted the location well into his brain. For the time being though, he was past that. From the sky the domed home looked small and quaint. Some would say it was…cozy. It wasn't his cup of tea though. He preferred complete solitude, away from all living beings. It was a partial reason as to why he spent so much time in the gravity chamber. It allowed him to be free, alone with his thoughts. Just him and his fists, pushing himself as far as he could possibly go, forcing his body to become stronger by sheer force of will. However, he had long realized that he couldn't possibly match the natural fighting ability of Goku. How he had managed it, Vegeta wasn't certain, but it humiliated him that he, the Saiyan Prince, destined to be the strongest warrior of all Saiyans, couldn't compete with a lower class fighter, no matter how hard he tried.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he brought Bulma and himself to land a few feet from the doorway to the small home. Before he set Bulma down though, he sensed something from within the house.

"What's this I sense?" He asked aloud. Bulma looked up in confusion. "What? What is it Vegeta?"

"Hush." He shushed her. From the home he could feel a turmoil boiling from within. It seemed…lustful. Instantly he realized what was up. Setting Bulma down gently, he strode to the door purposely. Not even bothering to knock he pushed the door aside, only to see Videl straddling Gohan with her tail wrapped around his waist. He was trying to pry her off, but it seemed useless, as was proven by the fact that she had torn the top portion of his clothing off. For his sake he had managed to keep her from getting much further, but it appeared to be a loosing battle.

Rushing into action, Vegeta clamped an iron hand on Videls neck, with the thumb and forefinger grasping just under her cerebral cortex. Instantly, her body slackened, and Gohan managed to pry himself loose. For her part she hung limply from Vegeta's hand, and sat limply on the couch when he released her.

Breathing heavily, Gohan managed to ask, "What did you do?"

Vegeta ignored the question, asking one by way of reply, "What happened? How did she get to entrap you?" He looked at the teen dispassionately.

Gohan explain about the problem that Videl seemed to be having in his presence. He mentioned about how, for the third time, she had attempted to get him in bed…or anywhere else for that matter, how he had subdued her, and about covering her with a blanket when she had struck again, this time successful.

Vegeta snorted. "She is at the peak of a female Saiyans mating cycle. She can't control her actions anymore than you can control your sweat." Gohan audibly gulped.

"Sooo…how do I stop it?" Vegeta, unable to stop himself, burst out laughing. Gohan blushed, realizing how stupid a question it was.

"For all those books you read, you would think you would know the quickest way to put an end to a sex drive." Vegeta smirked, "You release the energy, just like a over pressured steam valve. And she will find a way, or she would have had I not stopped her."

"What did you do?

"To calm her down, you have to use a specific submission hold, otherwise you will simply enflame her even more than she already is." Videl still hadn't stirred during the speech.

"By fighting her, you had unwittingly been increasing her desire. A female Saiyan seeks a strong mate, and the one that defeats her advances is the one she will pursue, no matter how many times you defeat her." Vegeta shook his head. "Needless to say, knowing the hold is the best way short of sex to keep your woman controlled." Without asking, Vegeta quickly showed Gohan how to pull the hold off, and had him show it back to him a few times to make sure he knew. Videl slowly began to stir again as Gohan practiced, looking up as if for the first time after a long sleep.

Bulma watched from Goten's chair off to the side as the lesson quickly finished. "Gohan, has Goku returned yet?" She asked when it was concluded.

"Oh, hey Bulma. No, he hasn't come back yet." Gohan responded.

"Do you think he's still on Earth?" She asked.

Vegeta spoke up first. "No, he's not here. Nor is Trunks or Goten."

"Do you think they're dead?" She said, with a small amount of fear in her stomach.

Both fighters thought for a moment, and then shook their head. "Nah, I don't think so Bulma. I don't sense anyone strong enough to fight Dad, Goten and Trunks off."

"Well, that's a relief I guess." She stood up, although the ball of fear in her gut didn't go away completely.

From outside a voice could be heard, calling out, "Goku…Gohan, you guys home?"

"That's Tien!" Gohan rushed outside, but stopped short at the doorway. Unable to control himself, he broke out laughing. Bulma, Vegeta and Videl simply looked on in bewilderment as Gohan slowly lost the ability to stand, laughing as hard as he was.

"Go ahead Gohan, laugh it up." Tien's voice was closer this time. Gohan leaned against the door as Tien stepped over him, still laughing. The others simply looked on in shock. Tien looked more or less the same…not counting the new floor-length red and white candy stripped hair that had sprung from his head. Unable to stop themselves Bulma and Videl both broke up into laughter, although not nearly as hard as Gohan's. Vegeta merely smirked and slightly chuckled. "Nice hair." He said.

"Yea, tell me about it." Tien rolled his three eyes. "I don't even know how I got this. I go to sleep, and the next morning I have it." He shook his head, swishing his new hair this way and that.

Regaining control of her laughter, Bulma squeaked out, "Ahh ha ha…let's…ha…let's hope that the Dragonball's will be able to ah…return you to…" She lost control again, holding her small sides. Tien merely blinked in surprise at Bulma's new appearance.

"What happened to her?" He asked aloud.

"Don't know Tien." Gohan had finally stopped laughing and now stood next to his old friend. "Now what happened to Videl. She's now a Saiyan."

Tien blinked. "Say what?"

"Yea, she's a Saiyan now. Not sure why either." Gohan's eyebrows knit together in frustration.

"The sooner we get the Dragonballs together, the sooner we can get back to normal." Vegeta's gruff voice put things back into perspective. He spoke with an authoritative voice, a voice that, while knowing he wasn't in charge, that it was highly recommended that he follow his suggestion, post haste.

All nodded in agreement. Before they could move, the phone rang. Gohan answered it, then turned to the others, "Hey guys, it's Krillin." For several minutes he talked back and forth with his former sparring partner, then set the phone back on the receiver.

"What is it?" Bulma asked.

"Something happened to Krillin too." Gohan said wearily. "He didn't tell me what though. He suggested collecting the Dragonballs up at the Lookout, out of the way of prying eyes." Eyebrows cocked up at this. While a good suggestion, they hadn't been worried about people seeing the Dragon in years.

"I wonder what happened to him?" Bulma asked, pondering. "He's not bald anymore, so it can't be that." She decided that whatever had happened, best to just wait until they actually seen him. Her imagination was too good at thinking up some rather horrible things that could have happened, and she didn't want to think of them anymore.

"Gohan, I'll give you the radar so you can start searching. We'll head to the lookout and see what Dende has to say on what's going on."

"Right." Gohan took the radar, clicked the little button on it's top to find the location of the nearest magical ball, and, after changing into a non-ruining outfit, took off at high speed for it.

Tien and Videl flew ahead while Vegeta once again carried Bulma, flying towards the home of the Guardian of the Earth, Dende. High in the sky, almost beyond the reach of aircraft, a bowl shaped structure seemed to float, giving the Guardian a perfect place to gaze down upon the Earth and see all that happened. The Lookout.

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Ranma's Dimension……..

After clearing out the gang, Goku, Akane and Ranma went back to training. Nibiki took the boys out on her promised outing on the town. Kasumi continued her seemingly endless job of cleaning house, which she took in stride well, even with the busted window and new lawn and sidewalk decorations, namely, Copycat Ken and Dan.

Ryoga and Cologne also watched the training as Goku continued to show them how to fly, or at least attempt to teach them. Ranma grasped the concept quickly, but hadn't attempted to fly yet, waiting to see if Akane would. Lacking knowledge in advanced energy techniques, or much of any energy techniques other than bringing out her aura, so it was more of a struggle for her.

"It really isn't as difficult as you're making it. Now, again…take the energy within, and bring it out so that you are lifting yourself." Goku instructed, fists on his hips. Akane panted, uniform plastered to her heaving body as she sweat, having brought out her energy many times since after lunch, but had yet to get it down. "I'll learn this even if it kills me!" She swore to herself.

Goku thought for a moment, then brightened. "Here, let's start with the basics first." He sat down, and motioned for both to do the same. From the porch Cologne sipped on some tea while Ryoga merely watched, soaking all in.

"A question." Cologne said to Ryoga. He turned slightly to face her. "You spoke of your cousin being a fool. Much as your family matters aren't my concern, I have to admit that I was curious as to why." She sipped her cup again.

Ryoga snorted as he thought back into his family history. Surprising that it wasn't as lost as he usually was. He began…

"Dan Hibiki came from a part of the family that didn't suffer from my little…problem. It was a good family, strong in the martial arts. But his father went up against the wrong fighter. A monster named Sagat."

Cologne actually shuddered, and Ryoga noticed. "You know him?"

"Yes. Even the tribe knew of the Muy Tai champion from Thailand. He actually came to us early in his career. It was one of our warriors who took his eye. He killed her with one blow after that." She shuddered again. "We had to let him go…he was too dangerous and powerful for us."

Ryoga looked at her skeptically. "Come on…you're a Grandmaster, you should have been able to…" he was cut off by her hushed outburst.

"It was a grandmaster who took his eye! And still he killed her instantly, before she knew what hit her. He had been toying with her, which is why we let him go. All the techniques in the world wouldn't have stopped him." She shuddered from the memory.

Ryoga just gazed as this normally unflappable old woman actually shuddered from fear. He continued, "Well, Sagat killed Dan's father. Dan swore revenge, and left everything behind as he went out and created his own martial art. But it's a dumb art! All he's really good at is at insulting. We figure he'll go the way of his father if he isn't careful. As much as the family respects his decision to get revenge, he could have at least learned something that would have worked!" Ryoga shook his head in frustration.

"He was beating Son-in-Law." Cologne pointed out.

"Yea right. I know better." He spat in reply. Cologne nodded to herself, knowing the truth as well.

Goku cupped his hands from where he was seating, holding them in front of his chest. "Ok, first, you must become completely calm. Then you listen to the center of your body, until you feel a pull. When you start to feel the pull, that is when you bring it out." As he spoke he put words into action, and a tiny little pinprick of light formed in the middle of the space between his hands. As she watched the ball grew in size, with small rays of light shining here and there. Ranma and Akane gazed on in wonder. This was a far different way to learn how to channel energy than they had ever heard.

Goku relaxed on his concentration, and the small sphere went out. "Ok, now you both try."

His two pupils quickly bent to the task

Ranma calmed himself, feeling for his energy. His hands cupped like Goku's had been in front of him, he gazed at them with unseeing eyes, his sight turned inwards. He felt the pull quickly, and slowly brought it out as instructed. A tiny pinprick of light formed, and then expanded into a small sphere. A small warble could be heard as he gazed in surprise at his feat, but quickly suppressed it, allowing himself to remain calm so he could see how long he could hold it.

"That's great Ranma!" Goku said. Ryoga, from where he was, wasn't surprised. Both fighters had known how to handle energy for a good long while now.

Akane wasn't having near as much luck though. Her muscles were tense, cramped up as she tried to force the energy within her out between her hands. She knew how to bring out her aura, but it appeared that she was slightly mistaken when she told Goten that she knew how to bring out her energy.

Goku noticed the struggle, and said sternly, "No Akane. You're trying much to hard. You have to be calm. Listen to your center, then bring it out." Akane forced herself to calm down, with considerable effort, and tried again. After a couple of minutes she felt something pull within her, and she increased her concentration, determined to bring it out. Her hands glowed ever so slightly, as she started to get the feel down of her energy. Slowly, a tiny pinprick could be seen, and then the same small sphere that Ranma held floated between her hands, warbling just the same as his.

"Excellent Akane!" Goku cried, smiling.

"Wow…not bad Akane." Ranma said, genuinely impressed.

Her heart soared, but then she lost concentration, and the sphere faded. She looked at her hands, saying, "I…I really did it!"

Ranma let the sphere in his hands go away, and looked to Goku. "So, we ready to fly?"

"I think so." He stood, and they followed.

"Ok, now, find your center." Goku instructed. "Once you find it, bring it out, and then push up with it." He stood silent for a moment, and the wind picked up slightly, wafting their hair around. Slowly he rose from the ground, till his feet hung limply a foot from the grass, his arms crossed.

Both Ranma and Akane concentrated, feeling for their centers. Ranma found it first. The wind picked up again, and is small circles around his feet the grass blew away from him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he started to rise from the ground, perspiration on his forehead. He continued to rise slowly, his tunic fluttering slightly, until he floated at Goku's level. Akane kept herself calm, keeping the jealousy at bay, as she sought out her center. The wind around her started to pick up, and the grass began to blow away from her feet. Even slower than Ranma, she began to rise, until finally, a couple minutes after Ranma had begun to float, she floated at the same level as the other two. Sweat poured from the teens faces, and finally they lowered themselves back to the ground.

Goku merely smiled, and remained floating. "Very good you two." He said.

A voice from the porch called out, "Goku!"

"Hm?" He turned in the direction of the voice. Nabiki, Goten and Trunks had returned. It had been Trunks who spoke.

"There's a martial arts competition going on tomorrow. Think we can go?" He asked.

"A competition? What kind?" Ranma asked.

"A Martial Arts Techno Rave competition." Nabiki answered, uninterested.

"Techno Rave? What's that?" Akane asked aloud. No one really had an answer.

Ranma asked, "What's in it for the winner?"

Nabiki came alive, her eyes flashing slightly, "It's an American held competition, so they're paying in dollars. About $100,000 for first place, and $50,000 dollars for second, and $10,000 for third."

Kasumi walked out with some cold drinks, saying, "We really could use some of that. Even third place would be nice."

Goku, Goten and Trunks didn't understand the monetary terms…just that a lot of money was offered. Goku smirked slightly, still floating. "Sounds like fun. Maybe we should enter?"

Goten and Trunks both cried out, "Yea!" They were bored.

Ranma shrugged, his hands in his pockets, "Eh, why not?" Akane smirked at him, "I'll bet I'll beat you."

"Ha! You wish." Ranma said confidently.

Before the argument could go further, from outside a thunderous voice cried out, "Akane my tigress! I, Takewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furikan High come to free you from the evil clutches of that dark magician Saotome!" A new person rounded the corner. He was a tall teen, with a mop of unruly dark hair, wearing what appeared to be a kendoists tunic of a loose fitting blue top, and large dark blue flowing bottoms. His feet were in white socks, in snug fitting sandals, and in his hand he grasped a wooden sword, a bokken.

Ranma groaned, "Not now Kuno." Akane also groaned. She wasn't in the mood for his theatrics anymore than the others.

Trunks perked up at what was in Kunos' hand. "Hey…what's that?" He asks. Kuno looks at the boy, just noticing him for the first time.

"This is the honorable weapon of the samurai, the bokken. And who are you that you stand in the land of my tigress Akane?" He pointed the sword at Trunks, whose sword was still up against the wall where he left it earlier in the day. He glared at the sword, and then swatted it aside.

"You dare to touch the sword of Kuno? Apparently you don't know who you are in the presence of!"

Trunks slumped slightly, saying, "Ok, tell me who you are." His body though, told a different story, one of complete disinterest. Kuno though didn't hear that message.

"I am the master of the Kuno family, Champion Kendoist of the Furikan High Kendo Club. I am…" He poses dramatically, with sword upraised, "…the Blue Thunder of Furikan High!" A bolt of lighting flashes, even though there isn't a cloud in the sky. Goku starts, dropping to the ground in his surprise. He looks about the sky looking for the source of the lighting, while Kuno continues.

"Now, knave, answer me! Or fear the might of my wrath." The bokken pointed at Trunks face again. Now Trunks eyebrows knitted angrily, and he swatted the weapon away again before answering in a formal tone that he rarely used.

"I'm Trunks Briefs, son of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, and Bulma Briefs, President of Capsule Corporation." He held out a hand, and Goten tossed his sword to him. Trunks caught it and in one smooth motion latched it around his body, his jacket he left on the porch. His black T-shirt left his arms bare. He continued, "I am a lot stronger than you, and if you stick that thing in my face again, I'll prove it." He smirked much like his father did, his arms crossed over his chest.

"So, you challenge the Blue Thunder? Very well, I shall set aside my duel with the demon Saotome, and accept your challenge. En Gaurde!" He held the bokken in a two handed grip in front of his body.

To be continued…

Heheh…I'm so evil sometimes.

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