Winning can be worse than losing.
A Dragonball/Ranma criss-cross

I know, it sounds more like a proverb than a title, but bear with me
here.

Forgive my OOC-ness.  I'm not as familiar with Dragonball Z as I should
be, but it fit the fic idea. ^_^

Disclaimer:  Other people own these caricatures.

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	Vegita wander around the little villiage he had appeared in, wondering
where in the hell he was.  And more importantly, when in the hell he
was.  The day had started out so good, and then *BAM* a portal pops out
of nowhere and drops him at the edge of this stupid village.  He growled
to himself.  He was beginning to lose his temper.
	A girl, seventeen or eighteen by the look of her, tapped Vegita on the
shoulder.  <You!  What are you doing here, you should be working with
the rest of the males.>
	The girl's impertinent tone sent Vegita's already fragile temper
sailing over the edge.  A light tap to her midsection sent her sailing
thirty feet across the village, to crash into an elaboratley decorated
hut.  A decrepid old woman,  probably about three hundred or so.  Glared
at him with intense hatred.  She leapt towards him, swinging a cane with
skill that went far beyond superhuman.  Impressive... if you weren't a
Saiyajin.
	Vegita easily dodged and fired a weak ki-blast at the woman.  Unable to
manuever in time, it caught her dead center.  Literally.  Her charred
body landed a few feet away, at the feet of several warriors of the
tribe.  Vegita stood dumbstruck at what he'd done, amazed at the
consequences of an act that wouldn't phase any of the fighterrs he faced
daily.
	Several of the warriors shouted a war cry and leapt towards him. 
Vegita recovered himself and watched the attackers come towards him.  He
figured the numbers to be about three hundred and fifty to one.  Vegita
cracked his knuckles, he liked those odds.

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	Vegita crouched on a log near the center of the village, he'd taken
great care to make certain that his attackers were merely unconscious. 
After all, they were much weaker than the great fighters that he was
used to confronting.
	The women began rousing themselves after several hours of inactivity. 
Once all were conscious they stared at Vegita.  As one, they shouted "WO
DA AIREN!" and ran towards him.
	And Vegita screamed.

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The idea wouldn't leave me alone. It's not my fault. Really.

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Brian, singing off...