Title: A legend reborn
Author name: Trugeta

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ as well as Akira Toriyama and Funimation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Note further that I don't own any of the other trademarks mentioned in this story.

This story takes place after Movie 10 of Dragonball Z and at the beginning of the Ranma series. It's an AU, and reviews are welcome and appreciated.

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Prologue

He knew that he was dying. He could feel it in every cell of his body. Even the extensive healing capabilities of his race could do nothing against it. The damage that had been inflicted was simply too extensive, ran too deep.

The last, combined blast of those damned brats had simply been too much for him to take. The enormous wave of energy had not disintegrated him, but was pushing him farther and farther away. The brats probably thought that he was dead, and they were not too far away from the truth. His KI-reserves were practically reduced to zero, that was probably why the brats could not sense that he was still alive. At least for the moment.

He knew from their first encounter, that his enemies could sense KI, but he had not cared. He had been sure that he was more than strong enough to overcome their resistance and kill them all, even if they had an advance warning. Boy had he been wrong. And his arrogance had cost him. Terminally.

But it had not been the damned brats, who had landed the final, killing blow. It had been Kakkarott. His arch-nemesis from the day on that they had lain together in the birth station of their homeworld. The day when Kakkarott had driven him to the brink of insanity with his incessant wailing. That Kakkarott had been able to interfere should have been impossible.

He had scanned the whole damned planet his nemesis loved so much, and there had been no trace of Kakkarott´s KI. Before his new try to kill all of his enemies he had actually learned how to sense KI himself, as he knew that mechanical devices could be fooled. It had been fun to kill his teacher after he had mastered the technique. And that he had blown up the planet for fun.

His way to Earth had been eventless aside from an encounter with a bunch of space pirates who had not known what they were up against. When they had finally known it had been far too late... for them. That had been a nice workout, and Broly remembered their dying screams with fondness.

And when he finally arrived on Earth he knew that Kakkarott wouldn't have hesitated to appear on the scene; and would have tried to stop him when he began blowing up people and things. He had even heard rumours in space that someone or something had killed Kakkarott, or Goku, how the locals called him, and it had seemed as if those rumours were true.

He had been too confident, and it had cost him. Ultimately. But it had not been the weak brats fault. No, the combined blast of the brats had been laughably weak. A Saiyan child could have done better than that. He had laughed at the look of surprise on the face of Kakkarotts eldest brat, when he had finally realized how weak he was compared to him.

But somehow when he had been sure that he'd been on the brink of killing Kakkarott´s damned, weak brats and that other damn pest, Kakkarott had somehow appeared and had added his admittedly powerful blast to the mix. This had turned the tables and led to his present situation.

He'd wondered briefly why his arch-nemesis had seemed so... transparent, but maybe his eyes had played him tricks. His wonderment had been short-lived however, as the very powerful blast had shattered his KI-shields like they weren't even there. He had been denied his revenge, and he cursed the fate that had allowed his enemies to achieve victory. Damned be Kakkarott and his brats! Damn them all!

If he hadn't been so weak right now he would have thrown a tantrum at the unfairness of it all! Normally he would have blown up a fair-sized planet if he was in a mood like this. But right now he could do nothing as he was propelled further and further through the air on his uncontrolled flight. In his mind he cursed in all languages and curses he knew. And that were quite a few.

Considering his present situation he couldn't do much more, and he managed a growl of frustration. He had not come to Earth to die; he had come here to take his revenge! And to blow up the stupid clump of dirt Kakkarott loved so much. This was not how it should end! But he could do nothing to prevent the end; his body simply had not enough energy left. His KI-reserves were totally drained, as he had used all of his energy in the vain attempt to protect himself from the huge energy blast.

Damn them all, and he would be the one to do just that. Somehow he'd find a way to return, even from the Afterlife, if necessary. And once he'd have done so, he'd crush the skulls of Kakkarott´s brats while his arch-nemesis would have to watch.

Right now he could do nothing as his uncontrolled trajectory catapulted him into an area that was covered in hundreds of strange looking pools. Weird places those puny and weak humans had. Damn, if only he had some energy left he would destroy everything! Stupid Kakkarott, stupid planet, stupid everything!

He growled once more as he watched the scenery beneath him pass by. There, somewhat in the distance stood a small... what did the humans call it? Ah, hut. ...hut and he thought he could see some sort of small village some miles away.

But his trajectory did not lead him there, but directly towards those strange pools. Out of most of them puny looking bamboo poles protruded, but some of those pools were covered with wood, and again others were as well covered in wood as disclosed by a wooden fence.

His trajectory led him directly towards one of the pools that were covered with wood, and with an earth-shattering impact he broke trough the wooden surface.

The next sensation he felt was the feeling of slowly sinking down below the watery surface, and he could do nothing to prevent it. Like a stone he was sinking towards the ground, with too less energy left to save him. As he slowly drowned in the pool, his last thoughts before everything went blank "Kakkarott, I'll get you!"

He did not hear or see it anymore when the portly Jusenkyo guide came out of his hut to see what had caused the racket. The guide saw, that the wooden surface of the, until now, uncursed pools had been broken.

And due to his affinity to the pools and the magic of Jusenkyo he knew exactly that something powerful and highly dangerous had drowned there. The spring's magic told him what, and the guide blanched. His pipe fell from his shaking hands.
"Oh no! Very tragic story of very dangerous legendary space-alien who drowned just minutes ago! Must cover pool in wood and make strong fence! Spring too too dangerous..."

And so, Broly, the legendary Super Saiyan, had drowned in the valley of Jusenkyo, and with his death he created a new, most dangerous cursed pool in the array of Accursed Springs. The Jusenkyo guide only hoped that no one would ever be drawn to this particular spring.

The fate of the whole planet might depend on it. This was also why he would take extreme precautions. He would cover the pool in the thickest kind of wood and would disclose this particular spring with the strongest fence he had ever built. No, no one of his customers would ever fall into this spring.

What the guide did not know, and could not have known; was that fate, and by proxy a certain Genma Saotome, who was presently travelling through China with his son Ranma, had other plans...

to be continued...

Thanks for reading. The next chapter will be out in a week, most probably.

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Next time: Two certain Saotomes arrive at Jusenkyo. That Genma gets shoved into the Spring of Drowned Panda goes without saying, but which spring is Ranma destined for this time around? And why does he suddenly have to fight for survival? This and more next time!

As always very special thanks to my proofreaders Rose Vaughn and Water81, who're doing a superb job! Thx, you two:)

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