Sailor Moon vs. Ranma 1/2 "New Edition"
Skimpy Skirts And Cross Dressers 
by Shiaw Chi "Hokodan"

Chapter 6: The Negaverse; A Nice Place To Visit, But You Wouldn't Want To Die
There

*Intro notes:  This here is the first of the major rewrites.  Any part that
deals with that one character I made up, Fossilite was his name I think, but
I can't remember, is in here.  Changed his stupid name anyways.  If it
concerns him, there's alot of new additions.  In the chapter after this one,
where Fossilite fights the scouts, that fight is COMPLETELY redone, and it
turned out so large now that I had to change it into its own chapter.  Stick
around for the next few chapters if you've read it already, or at least make
sure to check out the next part, you won't be disappointed.  But I digress...

	A wave of negaforce energy, sharp as a razor, hot as magma, and stronger
than steel, smashed its way through those unlucky denizens of the negaforce
who happened to be within the vicinity of Queen Beryl when she found out what
had happened in Nerima.
	"I can't believe this!" she howls.  "Not only does that maggot Malachite
runaway with the most powerful human, but I lose Prince Darian to those
Sailor Brats and their new friends.  To top it all off, now they're HERE!"
she roars as another wave of negaforce energy destroys anyone who might have
survived the first onslaught.  "It's about time I took the initiative."

	He concentrated hard.  He felt the warm energy course through his body.
 Slowly, the energies are absorbed into his hands, then flowing from them to
the rest of his body.  Just as he subtly absorbed the energy, he just as
abruptly charged all the energy into his right hand and formed an energy
staff of pure, hot, pink energy.  He smiled confidently.  Malachite had
jumped ship.  Zoicite, Neflite, and Jeddite were all taken care of.  And
guess who was next in line.  He focuses his mind again as the staff turned
into a ball of energy in his hand.  With uncanny casualness, the energy
flowed from one arm to the other.  Neflite had his stupid zodiac crap.
 Zoicite had her lame flower petal's.  Jeddite had...  Well, there wasn't
much to be said of Jeddite.  Only Malachite could begin to compare to his
ability...  Energy manipulation.
	The only reason he hadn't been sent out earlier was his inexperience.  Only
one full moon since graduation from the University of Negaverse Earth, he had
spent his time since studying those so-called Scouts.  He knew there in's and
out's...  That sounded bad, but anyways...  There was no way he was going to
fail.  The problem had been the other general's never confronted them with
their full power.  Always trying to be sneaky, using minions who couldn't
tell a sailor scout from a girl scout.  If you can't count on yourself who
can you count on.  He discharged the energy ball in his hand at the picture
of Malachite.  Next to the now charred picture were other shattered pictures
of the other general's.  "The time approaches my lovely Queen," he said
silently to himself.
	If he did this right, he might finally prove his worth to his love.  So what
if she was a tad older?  In fact, he was counting on her to summon him any
moment now.   If taking care of those brats was what he had to do to prove
himself to Beryl and gain access to the earth world, then so be it.  He then
smiled brightly, and quietly whispered, "I feel so good right now I think
I'll..., cabbage patch!  2 Legit, 2 Legit to quit, hey heeey..." he sang out
loud as he danced around the room right before he was teleported away.

	With a snap of her fingers, a man dressed in the usual negaforce uniform,
appears.  Upon further inspection, his uniform is a different color from the
usual gray and dark gray shades.  Instead, it is predominantly dark gray with
purple.  The man himself had very silky, long black hair tied into a pony
tail, and a very young face.  His size was not particularly intimidating.
 But his singing was pretty intimidating..., in a bad way.
	"Quartzite, what the hell are you babbling?" demanded Beryl.
	"Huh?  Oh, ummm...  Just an... ancient enchantation... sort of...  That's
the ticket," whimpered Quartzite.  "Mental note, don't sing anymore," he
thought.  He stopped babbling and quickly bowed before her.  "What do you
wish of me my Queen."
	Beryl looked at him with disdain as she reconsidered her next course of
action, but continued to ask, "Are you ready to become a full time general in
the invincible forces of the negaforce?"
	"It's hardly necessary to ask my liege.  I'm more than ready.  Oh, did
Malachite disappoint you already my queen?  How truly disappointing," he
smirked.  "But I shall vendicate the negaverse in your name my Queen."
	"You're still a little too raw if I had a choice, but I don't have anyone
else at hand.  You're the most promising of the vermin we've produced in the
last century, so you get the nod."
	"Was that a compliment from the Queen?  She called me the best vermin in the
past century, oh happy days," his mind rambled.
	"Quartzite, are you listening to me!?"
	"Huh?  Oh, yes, of course my lo..., err, Queen.  There is no need to be
unconfident in my ablities.  I shall show you that what I lack in experience,
I'll more than make up with pure enthusiasm.  Besides, are they not at this
moment scattered and disorientated?  They shall be less than a challenge than
getting Madonna in bed."
  	Beryl rolled her eyes at Quartzite.  She had no idea where his fascination
with the earth's culture came from.  "Do not be too overconfident my
neophyte, that had been the downfall of many others.  Until you have
completed this mission ridding me of those accursed scouts and brought back
Happosai and Malachite, you shall not receive your generalship.  In fact, I
feel a more experienced, if not incompetent, hand may be needed in this
matter," she says as she waves her hand in the air.
	An energy maelstrom begins to swirl, and a huge diamond can be seen to take
its place.  All of the sudden, the diamond shatters, and a blond figure with
short hair wearing a negaforce general uniform falls onto the ground,
completely disorientated.
	"Oh lord no...  This can't be happening...  Anyone but him...  He can't
steal my thunder from me," Quartzite cursed to himself.  "Please not let it
be who I think it is...  Let it be a Heaven's Gate person, O.J. Simpson,
hell, even the Bannana's in Pajama's, but not him..."  He subconsciously
started humming the Bannama's theme song without even knowing it.
	"What... what happened to me.  I was just fighting Tuxedo Mask... I failed
my mission and came back... then, then..." he stops as he remembers his
merciless Queen encasing him in a block of ice for all of eternity.
	"Welcome back Jeddite," Beryl greets.  "Keep in mind, if it wasn't for the
desperate times around here now, you would still be frozen for all time.  As
it is, I need all the suitable hands I can get."
	He stares at her, trying to grasp the full picture.  This woman, who would
have frozen him forever if she didn't need him, now wants him to be her
lackey again?  He shrugs it off and realizes he would have done the same.
 The negaverse permits no mercy.  "What would you have me do my queen?" he
answers humbly.
	"Quartzite, update Jeddite on our current situation, and cooperate with him
to the fullest.  He is after all, still your superior.  And one more thing
Jeddite, if you accomplish the tasks before you, I shall grant you a reprieve
from eternal darkness."
	"Your majesty is too generous," bows Jeddite as he follows Quartzite.
	"I don't need this skeleton barking orders at me now.  Damn the Queen, I
could have handled those brats by myself," thinks Quartzite.
	"Who is this whelp?  I must prove to the Queen that I am her top general and
need not some novice following me around," muses Jeddite.
	"I don't need to tell you that I think it was one of the great Queen's rare
errs to bring back a fossil like yourself.  I can handle this situation by
myself far better than I could cooperating with a failure such as yourself,"
reprimands Quartzite as he turns the corner away from Beryl's sight.
	"How dare you say such a thing to me pup!  I was conquering the galaxy
before you were even sentient."  Jeddite grabbed Quartzite's neck with his
right arm and pushed him roughly against the wall, choking him.  "If you EVER
take that tone of..."  Jeddite was cut off when he had to scream in pain at
the burning sensation his palm felt.
	Quartzite slapped Jeddite's hand away from him.  He had simply charged up
his neck with the same energy as he was now forming a baton with.  The same
baton he used to backhand across Jeddite's face.  "You have been warned.
 Stay out of my damn way as I take care of these intruders.  You'll only end
up hurting yourself anyways.  And if they don't hurt you, I gurantee that I
WILL!  The Queen may want your service now, but you never know when you maybe
'accidently' hurt in combat Grandpa Simpson," warns Quartzite as he teleports
away.
	Jeddite was still on one knee, his palm against his red cheek.  "Cocky
whelp, I will not be so easily dissuaded.  When next I see you, we shall see
who the accident happens to," seethes Jeddite as he teleports away himself.

	Tux slowly regained his bearings (teleportation can whack your senses
around) and realized that they were on a hard rock floor.  He looked around
and saw rock everywhere.  They'd materialized inside some caverns.  "I think
I've been here," he tried to remember, then realized that his memories of
being a negaforce agent were fading.
	"Uhhh," groaned Sailor Moon.  She crawled to Tux, and plopped herself into
his lap.  "Where is everybody?"
	"I don't know for sure, but I think we either didn't have enough power to
teleport everybody, or we all teleported, but couldn't stay together due to
the number of people, and were all scattered somewhere in here."  He pulled
himself up as Sailor Moon's head hit the ground.  "Sailor Moon, don't you
have a way to communicate with the other's?"
	"Yes, I do Tuxedo Mask, but I don't want to use it quite yet," she said as
she walked up to him.  "I was hoping we would find some time alone to talk
about us."
	"Us?" Darian questioned with a confused look on his face.
	"Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask.  Serena and Darian.  Princess Serenity and
Prince Darian.  Us."  She held his hand with both of hers.  "Don't you
remember?"
	"Prince Darian... no I don't remember ever being a prince.  I'm Darian, and
for some reason or another, I turn into Tuxedo Mask.  I know I'm supposed to
protect you and the moon crystal, that much is clear to me.  Actually, I was
hoping the crystal would help me understand my past a little better, but it
didn't really."  He pulls his hand away from Sailor Moon.  "But I don't
remember any 'us.'  The only person I've been with lately is your friend
Sailor Mars, who I figured was Rei after I found out you were Sailor Moon.
 Before I got impaled."  He turned around to look at Sailor Moon, whose eyes
were beginning to fill with tears.  "Do you know something I don't?
 Something about my past?  Was there a us a long time ago?"  He quickly
grabbed her by the arms and looked at her sad face.  "That would explain some
of my dreams actually.  Serena, tell me the truth, is there something I
should know?"
	Serena wiped the tears from her eyes.  She wanted to tell him so much that
they were destined to be together.  That they had risked each other's life
for their love.  She wanted him to tell her he loved her!  So why did she
back away from Tuxedo Mask she wondered.  "No, it's nothing.  It's just that
I used to have this silly crush on Tuxedo Mask, that's all."  She continued
to wipe her drenched eyes, desperately trying to stop crying.  "Besides, I
don't think I like him as much *sniff* since I found out he was a jerk named
Darian," she tried to joke, but her crying broke her voice.  She had to admit
to herself that Darian doesn't love her.  He didn't love her before he got
impaled, there was no reason he would after.  Whatever they had in the past,
it did not carry into the present.
	"Hey meatball head, I used to think Sailor Moon was pretty cute too, boy was
I blind!" joked Darian.   He knew there was more to this then she was letting
on, but he didn't want to push.  He took a hold of her hand.  "We should be
moving now though, the negaforce might find us here if we stick around in one
place too long.  We'll call the others once we put some distance from here."
 He lead her down the caverns.  "Honestly though, I guess I am pretty stupid
not being able to figure out you were Sailor Moon.  Both of you are clutzy
meatball heads.  Not too many people like that besides you out there," he
chided.
	Serena followed after him like a little puppy, tightly holding his hand in
hers.  She was beginning to feel better, and couldn't just let him make fun
of her like that.  "You're also pretty dumb if you thought that lame mask was
hiding your identity.  I suspected you were Tuxedo Mask the whole time, but
couldn't believe a stud like him was you.  Guess that mask hides your beady
little eyes."
	"You have a problem with my eyes," reacts Darian amiably.
	"Not at all," Serena thinks as she looks into them, before turning away
quickly.  They continue walking into the dark caverns directionless.

	"Shampoo, it's just you and me now, all alone, together in the dark," Mousse
gushes as he hugs a large boulder.
	Shampoo smashes his face into his affectionate rock.  "Stupid Mousse,
Shampoo no want to be stuck here with you for long.  Stop raping rock and we
go find Ranma."
	"But Shampoo, we don't even know if Ranma made it here.  For all we know, we
we're the only one's.  In fact, we don't even know where we teleported to.  I
don't even know where we were trying to teleport too."  Mousse, glasses in
place, begins to move closer to Shampoo.  "The two of us could be stuck here
forever in these caverns," Mouse says out loud while images of him and
Shampoo making a life in these caverns alone, without that stupid Ranma
interfering, drift through his head.  He begins to imagine them cooking
together, watching Fushigi Yuugi on T.V., playing tennis in these caverns,
laughing and enjoying themselves in each image.  An image of Shampoo giving
birth comes to him, and together they raise a lovely young... DUCK!
	"Ahhh!" Mousse yells out as he breaks from his daydreaming by Shampoo
kicking him into the wall.
	"Now, now, you'd better all save your strength.  You're going to need it,"
harasses a strong, yet young voice.  Quartzite appeared hovering in the air,
looking very confident.  "Would you both like to kiss each other good-bye?
 Or maybe kiss me you cutey pie.  Ummm, I'm talking to the girl, don't get
any funny idea's four eyes."
	"Me die first before kiss Mousse," rebuts Shampoo.
	"That's the idea," Quartzie cackles as he unleashes a negaforce blast at
her.  "What?" he mutters out as his blast is shielded by... a huge shield.
 Suddenly, a ball and chain strikes him in the face.  
	"Neither of us is dying, least of all Shampoo!" cries Mousse as he wraps his
chains around Quartize.  Quartzite would've done something about this if
Mousse didn't slam him into the ground so hard so quickly.
	Shampoo went airborne and her two feet landed squarely on Quartzite's head.
 She then turns around to Mousse.  "Dumb Mousse, Shampoo jump clear of blast,
no need your help."
	This was all going wrong.  He wasn't supposed to be touched by these human's
least of all beat silly.  Whose brilliant idea was it to warm up against
these two before taking on the scouts?  How could this even be happening to
him?  He knew why.  He had studied the scouts but these new characters were
wild cards.  They had caught him off guard with their unpredictableness was
all.  He was Quartzite, the next general for the the negaverse, and the
future king.  He had to simply get his bearings and...
	Quartize quickly flipped to his feet and attempted a kick to Shampoo, who
easily dodged and uppercutted him straight up into ceiling.  With a large
groan, Quartzite bounced off the cieling and landed hard back on the ground.
 "That didn't go as planned," he thought.
	"Okay, it was irritating at first but now I'm mad," declares Quartzite as
negaenergy begins to build around him.  "No more fun and games.  Unless it's
Monopoly, you gotta give that game props, but anyways..."  Suddenly, the
energy takes shape as twin blades, and cuts off Mousse's chains.  Quartzite
then rechannels the energy, and shoots a blast of energy straight for
Shampoo, too fast for her to dodge.  "We could've been something babe,"
taunted Quartzite.
	"Ai ya," Shampoo squeaks as immanent death approached her.
	"Shampoo, look out!" Mousse cries as he jumps at her and throws both of them
down to the ground.
	"Mousse, get off Sham...," Shampoo stops as she notices Mousse's right leg
drenched in blood.  Apparently he pushed her out of the way, but couldn't get
clear himself as the beam slashed his calf.  It was a clean cut, and the
wound was charred so it didn't bleed too much.  But it hurt like hell, and
wasn't going to heal easily, if at all.
	"Shampoo... are you... alright," Mousse grimaces.  He attempts to stand up,
and with the support of the wall and his indomitable will, gets onto his
feet.  "You're not going to touch Shampoo, I'll protect her if it kills me."
	"Noble words boy, prepare to die by them," Quartize says right before a
port-o-potty shaped as a duck slams into his face.  "This never happened to
Neflite," he thought.
	Mousse then tries to advance, but falls down, the pain in his leg too much
to bear, least of all walk with.  "Must... protect... Shampoo," he stutters
out.
	"No Mousse, you save self first.  Shampoo take care of self-admiring young
man," Shampoo says as she steps in front of him.  She flies at Quartize and
throws a hard right punch, but hits nothing as he suddenly disappears.
	"This is preposterious.  I shouldn't have wasted so much damn time with
these humans," he cursed to himself as he began to teleport elsewhere.  "If
Jeddite finds the scouts before I do, and although as likely as Rosie O'
Donnel losing weight, somehow defeats them, everything will be shot to hell.
 Sailor Scouts take priority to these two.  And at least I know what to
expect from the Scouts, they'll be little to no trouble for me unlike these
two.  Besides, it's beginning to sound kind of fun to wrestle around with
three girls in skimpy outfits in a dark cave."
	"I've wasted enough time with you peons," chortles a voice that echoes
throughout the caverns.  "I have a better and slightly ironic way of taking
care of the two of you," Quartzie laughs.  "Boys and girls, say hidey ho to
Uncle Carnality."
	All of a sudden, a mist appears behind Mousse.
	"Mousse, look out behind you," warns Shampoo, but it was too late.  The mist
enters Mousse's body.
	"Arghhh," Mousse cries out while his entire body shudders, and finally falls
to the ground.  He then slowly rises, and stands up, his leg apparently
healed.
	"Mousse, you okay?  You heal fast."
	Without warning, a chain with a weight attached to it flies at Shampoo.
 She's able to dodge it, but Mousse swings the chain around, wrapping it
around her legs.  The weight then slams into her knees, knocking her down.
	"Such bitter irony.  I can see the headlines already...  Lovestruck stalker
boy goes insane and kills target of his affections, and then commits suicide.
 How very Romeo and Julietish in a very perverse way," laughed Quartzite.
 "I'd love to see this, but your other friends need to be taken care of.  But
do leave a nice blood stain for me to remember you by, 'kay?  Ciao."
	"Mousse, what wrong with..." Shampoo tries to say, but is instead lifted
into the air, and spun.  The world becomes a blur to her as she is spun
faster and faster.  All of a sudden, the world stops spinning and turns black
for a moment.  Shampoo open's her eyes to see herself flat on her face.  Her
whole backside hurt.  Mousse had let go of the chain and she crashed into the
cavern wall.
	Her head becomes on fire as she's lifted up by her hair.  He stares into
Mousse's eyes, but see's nothing but an unfamiliar icy gaze.  "Mousse, listen
to Shampoo, you have to..." but she is cut off by having her face slammed
into his knee, and then flung across the room by her hair.
	"I've been reading this boy's thoughts, and you're one mean bitch.  Do you
even comprehend what he feels for you?  I'd be doing him a favor by killing
you.  You most certainly deserve this," an emotionless voice of  Mousse
cracks out.
	Shampoo had managed to relax the muscles in her legs enough to slip them out
of the chain.  "Shampoo knock sense into you," she cries as she attempts a
flying lariat at Mousse.  He easily sidesteps it and slams his palm into her
back, sending her crashing into the rocks.
	Mousse spreads his arms as two razor blades come out of them.  "The sad
thing is, the boy won't even appreciate what I'm doing for him.  He'll
probably kill himself after finding your cut up body and his blades covered
in your blood," muses Mousse.  He then dives at Shampoo.
	She dodges him, and spins around as her foot connects with his face.  Mousse
stutters back, and Shampoo flies at him with an ax kick snapping his neck
back.  But Mousse was stronger than ever now, and Shampoo was not prepared
for him lunging forward after that kick.  She moves, but a blade glances her
abdomen.  While she reacts to the cut, Mousse had already spun around and the
other blade slashes her right below her breasts.  She falls to the ground
trying to contain the crimson seeping out of her.
	"Stupid girl, go fight or he kill you," her mind tells her, but she can't
help clutching her throbbing wound.  It just hurts too much, and all that
blood...
	"Good-bye Shampoo," Mousse says as he prepares to cut her head open.  As he
begins to swing the blade down, his arms suddenly jerk and he misses her head
by inches.
	"What?" he wonders right before a gurgle of pain begins to come out of his
throat.  "No, this can't be happening, no... Arghhh," he screams as his whole
body trembles.  "I've taken over... noooo!" a voice cries right before
another voice comes from Mousse saying "Cold day... in hell... before I let
you kill Shampoo... with my body!"  Mousse falls to the ground, still shaking
hard, fighting the demon inside him.  "Did enough damage... to my love...
already," Mousse begins but the emotionless voice cries out "WHY DO YOU DO
THIS?"  Mousse starts tremoring hard enough that he was digging a hole in the
ground.  "Because... I Love Her... for the last time... GET OUT OF ME!" he
screams as the purple mist shoots out of his body.  Mousse falls to his hands
and knees, while the mist begins to take form.
	"Fine then, I'll kill you both myself," a winged creature wearing a white
tunic roars.  A face resembling the devil himself, and feet that resembled
talons were additional features to the beast.  Cupid in the mind of Tim
Burton if you will.
	"Carnality will have his woman," the creature says as a bow and arrow
suddenly appears in his hands.  He prepares to release it at the still
recovering Shampoo.  Suddenly, a sword slashes the bow to pieces.
	"You have to get through me first!  And thanks for healing my leg, allow me
to repay you," Mousse says as he charges the demon with a claw on one wrist,
and a sword in his other hand.
	"Prepare to die for your ungrateful bitch," the creature replies as his two
arms turn into bows.  They rapidly fire arrows at Mousse, who manages to
block them all.
	"Stop saying things about her!  NO ONE calls her a bitch!" Mousse roars
right before he slashed off the monsters hands with the claw, and impaled his
head with the sword.
	"*gurgle* bitch...," the exposed head gurgles out before Carnality reverted
into mist with a burst of energy and dissipated into the air.
	Mousse falls back to the ground.  Exorcising himself had taken all the
energy he had.  He then completely collapses.
	Shampoo walks to Mousse, her sleeves torn off and wrapped around her cut,
and lifts him into her lap.  "Stupid Mousse, you okay?" she gently asks as
she strokes his hair.
	"...Sorry I cut you Shampoo... wouldn't blame you... if you hated me," he
deliriously stammers out.  "But please forgive me... I love you."
	"Shampoo no hate you Mousse," she whispers to him.  
	Mousse could feel her breath on his face.  He strives to open his eyes, and
finds Shampoo's face very close to his.  Was he that delirious?
 "Shampoo...," Mousse starts.
	Shampoo's finger touches his lips.  "Shhhh," she shushes, and moves her lips
towards his.
	Mousse couldn't believe this.  He had waited how many years for this?  One,
two... he had waited all his life for this!  His whole body felt numb, but he
still struggled to move his head towards hers.  They get closer and then...
he blacks out.

	"Akane!  Akane!" Soun hysterically cries as he runs around the cave, looking
under every rock for her.  "Akane!"
	Genma pulls out a sign and smacks Soun across the face with it.  "Calm
down," the sign read.
	"Thank you Saotome.  I needed that," replies Soun.  He takes out a water
kettle and pours it on Genma.  "Lucky I always carry one of these around,
eh?"
	"Heh heh, lucky indeed Tendo.  You wouldn't happen to be carrying around a
go board would you?" asked Genma.
	"Actually, I do carry the pieces with me, but we don't have a board."
	"That's alright, we'll just draw one on the dirt!"
	"Why, what a splendid ide... wait a minute.  Don't you care about your son
AND MY DAUGHTER!" roars Soun as he turned into his monster self.
	Genma held out the "calm down" sign again, and hid behind it.  "Alright,
alright, we'll play later.  Let's just see where the cavern leads," Genma
timidly replies.
	They both continue to wander around the caverns, Soun crying for Akane the
whole time, and Genma stuffs his face with the buns he brought.
	"Saotome, let me ask you a question.  What would we do if we did happen to
find the master?"
	"Errr, I hadn't really thought of that.  Probably what we usually do, fall
at his feet and beg for forgiveness for trying to kill him.  Why do you ask?"
	"Because there's a weird glow coming out of that cave up ahead."
	"Ahhhh!" Genma screams as he's suddenly a mile away and still running.
	"Dad?" a familiar voice cries out.  "Is that you dad?"
	"Akane!  Akane my dear baby!" exclaims Soun as he runs towards her.  He
finally see's her, but she's all alone.  "Where's Ranma, Akane?"
	She runs up to him and buries her face in his chest.  She was weeping, and
sobs out, "There... there were these monsters *sniff*.  Ranma tried to save
me, and they... oh my god, *sniff* it was.. it was so terrible daddy."  She
stops and pulls up her head to look at her father.  "Ranma's dead daddy, I
barely got away."  She breaks down in tears again.

*Author's Notes:  I'm busy now...  I really don't konw what else to say
regarding how long it was between Ranma/Sm parts...  I really don't even have
time to send it out.  Well, it's out now, and the next few chapters are
pretty much done in regards to revising, so they should be coming out one
week at a time.  After the enxt couple of chapters...  Gomen ne, no promises.
 But hey...  If the fates allow it, I might actually get around to the sequel
to this story.  Wish me luck.  ^_^  Oh, and as always, email all comments to
chihokodan@aol.com.