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Gie
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Tail--One
A Tail To Remember
By: Gie (phowah@cs.com)
An Alternate Ranma 1/2 and Dragonball Z Crossover
Saotome Ranma, Tendo Akane and their familiars are not Mine.
They are Hers, Takahashi Rumiko-sama.
Son Goku, Vejiita-oujisama and their familiars are not Mine, either.
They are His, Toriyama Akira-sama.
But hey, if they want to come over and visit, party, get wasted and
fall asleep on my couch, that ki-draining chain holding them down is
not Mine, either.
Really, it�s not.
Any new characters, though, are MINE, not Hers, or His.
Timeline: In Ranmaverse, this is a few years after Saffron and the
wedding disaster. They�ve graduated from high school. Convenient,
ne? In DBZ, this is a few months after the defeat of Garlic Jr. I
will be using some Japanese within...hopefully, I will remember to
define it all at the end of the story. I will be creating my own
timeline, so some things will differ in both worlds. Especially DBZ.
That�s what �Alternate� means.
And here we go!
�A Tail To Remember;� or �Enough Saiya-jiins to Shake a Tail At!�
Kami-sama�s Lookout, Night
All was quiet. For Once. Kami was glad that things were
peaceful and back to �normal,� at least as normal as his protectorate
can get. As he gazed down on Chikyuu, he mused to himself, �Peace
at last.� He gave a sigh of contentment. �But the question is, how
long will it last?�
Mr. Popo silently came up next to Kami, his eyes searching the
earth below. �Any problems tonight, Kami?�
�None that I can see, Mr. Popo. It�s a relatively quiet night.�
He looked up at his black-skinned friend. �We deserve this break in
the action, don�t you think so?�
Mr. Popo nodded in agreement. �Yes, we certainly do, Kami.
Especially after that Garlic Jr. escapade.�
Something caught both of the higher beings� attention. A
certain familiar pigtailed martial artist was flying through the air in
a low-Chikyuu orbit.
Again.
Both sighed in exasperation. �Those two will never get along,
will they, Kami?�
�Sometimes I wonder myself, Mr. Popo. Sometimes I wonder.
They have certainly been through enough of hard times themselves
for being so young.�
Mr. Popo hesitated and turned his attention away from the
martial artist. �Kami, do you ever regret doing what you did to those
two?�
Kami sighed. He was just thinking along the same lines as his
companion. �No, I don�t. They and their families were not prepared
for what could and would have happened if I did not do what I did.
It was for the best, at the time. Just think how out-of-control
their lives would be if I let them be.� He concentrated on the flying
martial artist�s flight path. He mumbled to himself, �Looks like he�ll
land in the middle of Tokyo.� He spoke louder. �Although they may
be able to handle the consequences, now that they are older.�
�Would you consider reawakening them again, Kami?�
Kami considered the request silently. After watching Ranma
land on his feet in the middle of Tokyo, unscathed and looking rather
pissed about something, more than likely his fiancée, he responded
quietly. �Yes, I think I would, Mr. Popo. They deserve to know who
they really are, and the others deserve to know about them. I can
think of a few individuals who would be really interested.�
The turbaned man nodded in agreement. �I would support you
in whatever decision you make, Kami. Let�s go inside. Dinner should
be ready.�
Kami nodded and turned away from the edge to go inside. He
stopped and spoke. �But, Mr. Popo, I do not need to eat.�
He laughed wholeheartedly, and thumped Kami on the back.
�Yes, well, you may not have to, but I do!� Kami joined in the
laughter and continued inside.
Suddenly, Kami stopped mid-stride and covered his face with
his hands. Mr. Popo looked at him worriedly. �What�s wrong, Kami?�
The Namekian shook his head, rubbing his temples in
concentration. �I don�t know. All of a sudden I just felt a great
feeling of dread and despair. Dark energies are amassing
somewhere, I can feel it.� Kami turned around a few times, and
furrowed his forehead in confusion. �I can�t pinpoint the location,
though.�
�Is it from space, or on the planet?�
He shook his head in frustration. �I can�t tell.� Kami looked
up and sighed in defeat. �The feelings are gone, now. We�d better
inform the senshi that something is coming.� Mr. Popo nodded and
readied everything that would be needed. Supper and the peaceful
night were forgotten as a fleeting dream in the morning.
*****
Chikyuu, Capsule Corporation, That same night.
*Punch*
*Kick*
*JumpKick*
*LegSweep*
*PunchPunch*
Vejiita concentrated as he shadow-boxed with himself in the
gravity chamber. Tonight it was set at two hundred times normal
gravity. �That fool Kakarotto will be blown into micro-particles when
he gets back from his planetary cruise by the strongest Saiya-jiin in
the universe.� He smirked to himself. �He won�t know what hit him
by the time I�m through.� He frowned in mid-thought. �I can�t take
him on, though, until I reach the level of the Legendary
Super-Saiya-jiin (SSJ). He can just keep bouncing from
planet-to-planet, wasting precious training time, while I constantly
train and become stronger.� He smirked even wider as he increased
his pace. �Yes, the third-class fool is going to be blown to
smithereens when we meet again.� He twisted in the air and landed
on his feet in a crouch. He smacked a fist into his other hand.
�Come and get me, Kakarotto.�
Feeling confident over his anticipated meal of Kakarotto ala`
mode, Vejiita started to power up, trying to reach the elusive SSJ
level.
As he was reaching a critical level in his powering up, Vejiita
felt the gravity level drop drastically, going back down to normal
levels. As the gravity dropped, so did the control he had over the
energies he was collecting. In order to try to stop from overloading
himself and exploding, he released the energy he gathered in a
massive ki-ball and directed it into the ceiling with a thunderous
roar. The roof exploded instantaneously with a tremendous �boom;�
creating a lightly falling shower of plaster, metal, and plastic.
�Who...in the hell...turned the...gravity off?� Vejiita roared,
veins sticking out of his forehead, as he fought to catch his breath
from the draining blast.
Bulma peeked around the doorway, with a frown on her face.
�I did. Why in the hell did you destroy the roof?�
He turned toward her and growled. �I had to release the
energy somehow! Would you rather I shot it at you? Maybe I
should have; it�d have solved several bothersome nuisances that I
have to deal with in my life. Onna no baka! How dare you interrupt
my training?�
Bulma�s anger grew proportionally with each of Vejiita�s
words. �So, it�s that way, hmm?� Fine! Be that way for all I care,
you ornery asshole! I won�t feed you, then!� Her face was bright
red. You could almost see the steam rising off her forehead.
Vejiita gave her his best Saiya-jiin smirk and sneered at her.
�Good thing, then, too. I didn�t want to keel over from food
poisoning tonight, anyway!�
�Oh, yeah?� She yelled in his face.
�Yup.� He tossed her another smirk and threw his nose in the
air, exhuding confidence and arrogance from every pore.
�Fine!� She roared in his ear, knowing how sensitive they
were to any sound.
Vejiita winced and turned to face her, studying her features.
He didn�t think anyone could turn that shade of red. �Fine,� he
calmly said to her, directing his attention to his nails, which were
hidden within his scuffed gloves.
�Aaarggghhh!!!!!� She clenched her hands at her sides stiffly
and vented at the frustrating Saiya-jiin-no-ouji with a very healthy
string of curses, alternating from Japanese to Namekian to English
and others that Vejiita didn�t recognize. Needless to say, he was
impressed with her language skills. �I�ll have to teach her
Saiyago...it�ll add a real variety.�
As Vejiita pondered his native language for suitable words
and as Bulma reached deep into her genius mind for new words to
insult the baka with, they were interrupted by a small noise. They
both turned and saw Gohan examining the recent damage to the
gravity chamber.
Gohan was taking careful inventory of the damage, and
noticed it was very quiet in the decimated room. He looked up at the
two adults and waved cheerily. � Konban wa, minna!�
�Nani?!� Both screamed at the young Saiya-jiin.
Gohan floated back several paces, and spoke. �Um...was I
interrupting something?�
Bulma snorted out loud and turned her back on the surprised
prince. �Nothing at all, Gohan-chan. Just Ouji no baka here
spouting his usual drivel.� She turned and knelt down in front of the
demi-child. �What did you want, Gohan-chan?�
Gohan blushed at the �-chan� suffix but continued, �Well,
Kami-sama has called everyone together. He needs to tell us
something important.� He glanced over at the older male. �And he
said to make sure Vejiita-san came, too.�
Bulma stood up and brushed off the shorts she was wearing.
She clapped her hands in excitement. �Well, we don�t want to upset
Kami-sama, do we? Let�s go! It�ll be nice to see everyone again. It�s
been a couple months. Is your dad back yet, Gohan-chan?�
Gohan�s expression saddened a bit, but cleared almost
immediately. �No, not yet. But Okaasan and I expect him back soon.
We can feel it in our hearts. He�s a lot closer than he used to be.�
Bulma smiled down at him kindly. �That�s good to hear,
Gohan-chan.�
The child blushed a bit, but then scratched his head in
confusion. �Um, Bulma-san, how are you going to get to Kami-sama�s
place? It�s a floating palace, and you can�t fly...�
She thought a bit. �Well, I could use a jet-capsule, if I had
one, but I don�t.� She brightened. �So...you could carry me,
Gohan-chan, couldn�t you?�
Gohan blushed some more and stuttered, �Well, um, you see,
um...�
Vejiita snorted disdainfully. �Baka.�
Bulma whirled around and pointed a finger in the smug
prince�s face. �Baka, yourself! Since you think he wouldn�t be able
to do the job, then you get �the honor� of carrying me to Kami-sama�s
palace. Think of it as your punishment for blowing up the gravity
chamber.�
Vejiita started to get red in the face. �Baka, baka! You
don�t order the Vejiita-sei no Ouji around! I should destroy your
pitiful planet this very second.�
She crossed her arms and gave the prince a Saiya-jiin-like
smirk. �But you won�t! Where will you go? Where will you train?
Who will fix your food and keep rebuilding your precious gravity
chamber, hmm?�
He snorted again. �Whatever, Onna.� With a flash, he picked
Bulma up in his arms and shot into the sky.
Gohan blink-blinked at the two bickering adults� display of
childishness and noticed that they weren�t in front of him anymore.
�Hey guys! Wait for me!� He took off like a shot after the older
Saiya-jiin and his cargo.
As Vejiita flew upward, Bulma started to scream. Loudly. In
Vejiita�s sensitive ears. �Onna! Now I�m deaf! Are you happy?� He
drew his deepest scowl as he fought to keep his balance and
overcome the ringing in his ears.
�Don�t drop me!� She wrapped her arms around his muscular
neck in a death-grip.
His scowl softened a bit. �Onna, I won�t drop you. I�d have to
deal with everyone whining about your death.�
Bulma stopped screaming and looked into the coal-black
depths of the smug Prince�s eyes. �You better not,� she said
seriously.
All of a sudden, Vejiita dropped a bit in altitude. Bulma let
out a squeal and buried her face in his neck. He snorted, but gave
her hair a small smirk.
Soon, they arrived on Kami�s Lookout, Gohan directly behind
them. He watched as Vejiita set Bulma down with surprising
gentleness. He also noticed that Bulma and Vejiita didn�t release
each other immediately, either. He raised an eyebrow at Bulma�s
blush as she finally released the male, and Gohan raised the other
eyebrow at Vejiita intense gaze at Bulma�s back. �I�ll have to keep an
eye on them,� he thought. �That looks quite interesting.�
He gave the two a small secret smile and walked over to
Kurillin, who was talking with Kami and Yamucha. Tien and Chou-tzu
were talking to themselves a pace or two away. �Kami-sama, I
brought Vejiita-san and Bulma-san, as you asked.�
Kami glanced down at the child and nodded. �Arigatou,
Gohan-kun. Why don�t you go get Mr. Popo and we can start.�
�Hn!� Gohan darted toward the palace, but was stopped short
when he ran into the rotund man. �Oof! Oh, hey, Mr. Popo-san. I
was just coming to get you.�
�And I was just coming out to join everyone. Good deal,
hmm?�
Gohan rubbed the back of his neck. �Yeah, I guess. C�mon, I
want to hear what Kami-sama has to say!� He darted ahead of Mr.
Popo.
He watched the child run to rejoin the group. �If you knew
what Kami-sama was going to say, you wouldn�t be so excited to hear
the news.�
As Mr. Popo joined the group of warriors at Kami�s side,
everyone quieted down and turned their attention to the green
Namekian. �I had hoped Piccolo would have joined us, and for Goku
to be back, but it is of no consequence.� He looked around at the
senshi�s faces: some looked serious, some alight with mild interest,
and one was partially away from the group. He had his eyes closed
and an indifferent scowl pasted upon his face; Kami could tell,
though, the Saiya-jiin prince was listening.
�I gathered you all here tonight because I have some bad
news.�
�Is it about Goku, Kami-sama?� Kurillin asked worriedly.
Kami shook his head. �No, it�s not about Goku, but it will
concern him in the long run, along with the rest of you. I felt
something tonight. Dark energies are gathering, but I could not tell
if they were coming from space or from the planet. Before I could
get a fix on the location, it disappeared. I felt another twinge just
before Bulma and the others arrived, but it too was gone before I
could get a fix upon its location.�
�Do you know anything about its energy, Kami-sama?� Bulma
wondered. �Have you ever felt these �dark energies� before?�
He shook his head. �No, I have not. This is something new to
me. I don�t know how far off it is, or when we�ll see friction of
these energies, but I wanted to let you all know about it. I fear
these new energies and enemies will be too much for you to handle.�
Startled gasps and grunts rose from the assembled group.
Vejiita �humphed� and crossed his arms. �Those weaklings may not be
able to handle it, but nothing can beat the Prince of the Saiya-jiins.�
Angry shouts directed at the short male were interrupted by
Kami raising a hand to silence everyone. �Please, minna. Now is not
the time to bicker amongst yourselves. But Vejiita-san is right. The
Chikyuu senshi are not as strong as the Saiya-jiin senshi. And I hate
to admit this, but there is nothing I can do but tell you to train as
hard as you can to improve what skills you have.� Numerous
complaints arose from Kami�s comment. Vejiita just sat there with a
big smirk plastered completely across his face. For once though, he
did not comment.
Kami held up his hand again and sighed. �And, this goes
against my better judgment,� he looked over to the prince and the
child and signaled to both of them to come closer. Gohan went
willingly, and much to Kami and everyone else�s surprise, Vejiita
followed, albeit with a frown upon his features. �I am giving you
both a present. Be wise in how you use this gift, for I can take it
away as well as give it.� The two Saiya-jiins nodded. Kami placed a
hand on each of the males forehead and chanted something in
Namekian. There was a bright flash, and everyone shielded their
eyes to prevent complete blindness. When everyone came back
around to the clear, bright colors of Kami�s Lookout, they stared at
the two Saiya-jiins in front of them.
For two furry brown tails were waving back and forth in the
calm breeze.
Good? Bad? Phantasmorgoric?