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This is an alternate-verse/crossover with Ranma 1/2 and Dragon ball Z.

A Human Super Saiyajin

Chapter 1



The sun rose slowly over Nerima, and the peaceful chirping of the birds
gently woke Ranma from his blissful sleep. He got up quickly and began his
early morning exercises. Doing push-ups, crunches, and executing a few basic
punches and kicks to get the blood in his veins flowing smoothly.

His father, in panda form, was still asleep curled up into a ball, gently
gnawing on his paw. 'Stupid old man,' he thought, 'maybe I should wake him.'
He drew a fist back, ready to bludgeon his own father to consciousness.

"Nah." he said softly. "Let him sleep."

He got dressed quickly and stepped out of his room, his eyes sighting a door
across the hall. "A...Akane."  Ranma gazed longingly at Akane's bedroom
door, imagining her sleeping peacefully in her cozy bed. Her porcelain face
relaxed, and angelic.

He stood just outside his room, dressed in his favorite red shirt and black
pants. He quietly walked towards her door and lifted his hand to knock, but
stopped short. "What am I doing?!" he whispered fiercely to himself. Then he
sighed and thought, 'I want to...but I just can't.'

Ranma closed his eyes trying to stop the flow of tears from coming, but a
small tear escaped, flowing slowly down his cheek. 'Baka! *Real* men don't
cry!' He hung his head low, dropped his hand, and turned from the door to
walk slowly away.

As he got farther from Akane's room, he began to speed up and half-ran down
the steps and bolted for the door leading outside. Not even noticing
Kasumi's cry of "Oh, my!" when she hit the ground firmly on her butt,
knocked over by his sudden exit.

The morning was cool, and the chilly air cleared the fog which had clouded
his mind. He walked calmly to the edge of the koi pond and folded his arms
across his chest. His eyes looked blankly into space, as thoughts whirled in
his head.

--

Akane awoke abruptly, her eyelids flapping open. With a low groan, she got
out from underneath the covers. The room was cool, and she shivered
slightly. She walked over to the window and sighed. It was a new day;
something in her heart promised that this would be a day of revelations.
Her eyes fell to the figure standing at the edge of the pond.

His stance was proud, almost cocky. His back was straight, his legs
together, and his arms across his chest. The wind blew gently against him,
making his pigtail seem to dance. Akane stared out the window in awe. It was
very rare that she could see Ranma like this, without the arrogance and the
macho charade. 'He really is handsome.' she thought.

Ranma, with a grim look on his face, began to slowly stretch his muscles,
loosening the knots caused by sleep.  Urging the blood in his veins to flow
smoother, giving his body nourishment and strength.

He fell into a standard fighting stance, right leg forward, knees slightly
bent and began to throw punches and kicks at an invisible opponent. Each
movement precise and calculated. A soft golden glow began to surround him,
outlining his body and increasing in intensity.

As the speed and grace of the kata increased, his hands and feet became a
blur, a strike became a block, and a block became a strike. He moved to a
hidden rhythm. A rhythm that he alone knew and mastered.

Akane sighed as she tore her gaze from the window. Looking at Ranma like
that stirred feelings within her that she both feared and longed for. She
moved to her closet, grabbed some clothes and prepared for a bath.

--

Ranma finished his last set of techniques and rested his hands to his sides.
Taking a slow deep breath, he bowed to his invisible opponent and the warm
glow surrounding him faded, ending his kata.

"You're late, Oyagi."  Ranma said, without even turning around or giving any
indication that he knew his father was trying to sneak up on him.

Genma froze for an instant, surprised.  "Don't be cocky, boy! A true Martial
Artist..."

He never got to finish his sentence.  In one smooth movement Ranma thrust
back his right leg, twisting his body, and connecting fiercely against
Genma's stomach with a solid side-thrust.

Genma rolled backwards with the blow and quickly got up into his own
modified karate stance, a frown apparent on his face.  "I guess it's time
for your old man to teach you a lesson, boy!" he yelled.  Before charging
straight for his unmoving son.

A cocky grin appeared on Ranma's face as he gauged his fathers movements. He
moved into his own defensive stance, already visualizing many possible
frontal attacks Genma could make.  And thus, their morning sparring session
began.

--

"Breakfast!"  Kasumi's pleasant voice filled the air, signaling the two
combatants to stop.  Ranma landed on a rock by the koi pond.  His breathing
heavy, as he rubbed the back of his left hand across his forehead.  The old
man was in fine form today.  Surprising him with new techniques that
actually got through some of his defenses.

Genma landed not far away. His gi plastered to his body by sweat. "Ok, boy,
you heard what she said.  Time to wrap this up."  With determination on his
face, he launched back into the air.  Daring his son to meet him.

"Whatever you say, old man!"  Ranma responded.  As he also, soared into the
air.  Somehow making his words sound like a battle cry.

They met in the air, trading lightning fast punches and kicks in a matter of
seconds, and landing on rocks opposite each other. It always surprised Ranma
how good his father really was in the Art. 'If only he wasn't such a
sniveling coward...'

Genma launched himself into the air once again, his hands cupped to his side
and glowing with a crimson hue, as he concentrated the energies around him
to the space between his palms.

"What the..." was all Ranma could say as a crimson ball of ki descended upon
him.  Instinctively, he covered his head with his forearms, hoping that they
would absorb most of the impact.

The resulting explosion left Ranma unconscious inside a newly made crater,
his clothes torn and burnt.

Genma sighed disappointingly, while hovering over Ranma's unconscious form.
"I don't think the boy'll ever learn." he muttered softly.


--

"Give up Kakarotto!  I've got you this time!" cried Vegetta as he sent
another blast towards Gokou.  The blue blast soared through the space
between the two combatants faster than the blink of a Saiyajin eye.

The cocky grin on Gokou's face was replaced by surprise, as the blast
crashed through his defenses and impacted heavily against his chest;
knocking more than just wind from his lungs.

A cloud of dust and debris blurred both Saiyajin's vision, momentarily
stopping the battle.  On the sidelines, Gohan, Piccolo and the rest to the Z
team held their breaths...

Vegetta, his massive golden aura surrounding him like wild fire; his golden
hair seeming to dance as pure ki ignited from every pore in his body; and
wicked green eyes, stood in a ready stance.  Taking in slow even breaths, as
he fought to control the rush of energy and power that all Super Saiyajin's
feel.

Before the dust even had a chance to settle, a golden blur emerged and shot
straight towards Vegetta.  He barely had enough time to dodge a punch to his
face but unfortunately, that left his stomach wide open for a fierce jab
that almost sent him to his knees.  Clenching his left hand into a tight
fist, Vegetta began to gather energy for a retaliation strike.

"TIME!!"  Piccolo's voice rang across the battle field. Instantaneously,
Gokou powered down and moved into a relaxed stance.  "Good match, Vegetta."
he said in his usual cheerful voice.

"Hmmph." Was Vegetta's reply as he smashed his ki powered fist into Gokou's
stomach. Causing the Saiyajin to crash into a nearby mountain side. "Yes,
good match." he said, before flying off.

Gokou stood unsteadily to his feet.  The blow that he received from Vegetta
took more out of him than he thought.  What was happening to him?  For the
past few days, he'd been feeling a little under the weather.  Oh, well.
There were more important things to worry about. The Tenkai-ichi Budoukai
was being held in six months, and he planned to compete.  Perhaps a
tournament was what he needed to shake off whatever it was that was
bothering his body.

"Are you all right, Dad?"  Gohan asked, running to his father's side, making
sure he was ok.

"Yeah, just a little sore." Gokou responded, as he began to dust himself
off.

"That Vegetta...that was a cheap shot!"  Kurrillin exclaimed.  Voicing his
anger for everyone to hear. The various other Z warriors nodded there heads
in agreement.

--

End of Chapter 1

Author's Notes:

This is a repost of chapter 1 of A Human Super Saiyajin. I rewrote some
parts and added new scenes. I decided to keep the title what it is as
opposed to what someone suggested.  I know that it may seem contradictory,
but it's supposed to be like that.

I received a rather fierce C&C by the Eternal Lost Lurker, I'm not really
sure whether I should curse him or thank him. On the one hand, I appreciate
his advice about my writing.  I know I'm not a perfect writer and I have
many mistakes, heck that's the reason why I want C&C, so that I'll know
which area of my writing I need to improve. But on the other hand, his
response to my fic had an underlying tone of hostility, that made me very
confused. I don't ever remember crossing the Eternal Lost Lurker before.
Hopefully it was just my imagination.

Oh, well.  C&C would be greatly appreciated. And any other ideas or
comments.
Ja ne,
Orlando

E-mail: gorlando@one.net
URL: http://surf.to/ranma.tribute