This is the third part of my crossover fic the Game.  While it isn't 
exactly as I would like it.  I was hoping for a little c+c to make it 
better.  Thanks to Donny for inspiring me to write this.  Damn I hate 
commitment.		
				Trom
Insert standard disclaimor.  I own none of these characters, etc, etc.

Part 3 The Chase is on

	 Galaxy Police Detective third-class Yutaka Harada was many 
things, being patient was not one of them.  And patience was what it 
took to track down one of the galaxy's most powerful fighters.  It was 
fortunate that the suspect in question would not resist with deadly 
force.  Still it would take long undercover work to trap him.  
	So here she was, pushing a cart underneath the stadium.  Even 
the most powerful warriors in the galaxy sweated, and when they did they 
would need towels.  
	*Stupid headquarters! Making me a towel girl.* If Yutaka was an 
ESPer than headquarters would have been destroyed long ago.  Before she 
could think anymore dark thoughts at her superiors, she was called for 
to do her job. 
	"Here Kitty, Kitty."  A deep baritone voice attracted her 
attention.  She was about to send a scathing remark back at the person. 
That was until she got a good look at him.  A Grimbor, one of a race of 
extremely large gorilla people with horns extended from their brow.  As 
could be expected from their size, they were very skilled in all areas 
of combat.  
	"Yes Sir.  Would you be needing a towel sir?" She handed him a 
towel.  It would not look good to have her hospitalized during a mission 
from not being able to keep her temper.  While she was very good in 
personal combat.  She was no were near any of these fighters level.  The 
Grimbor probably thought she would make a good warmup exercise before 
his match.
	"Thanks." With that the Grimbor threw his towel, damp with sweat 
on to the detective. 
	*I hate my life.*

	Ami watched merrily as her teammates and long time friends, 
launched into the air.  Each in their individual separate direction.  
They had no idea were Ranma was, and yet they would go bounding off in a 
fruitless search for him.  With neither rhyme nor reason her four 
companions spread out in four equal directions to scour the face of 
Japan.  You'd think that after all this time they would learn.  Flipping 
open her computer she entered in all variable data.  Over the centuries 
her computer has received so many up grades that it rival every known on 
the planet.  Narrowing down the parameters to the area of Japan.  Ruling 
out Crystal Tokyo, for if he was here everyone would already know about 
it.  That left many, many likely places for him to be at.  For Ranma 
lived to improve his martial skills.  In fact many of those training 
grounds were where the others left for.  As they also shared his thrill 
of improving their martial skills, although with a less determined 
purpose.   Still, Ranma wouldn't pass over his children just to train. 
*Hmm... Children?* With that Ami ran more figures through computer.  She 
knew eventually Brain would win over brawn. 
   
	[Crunch! Crunch!] ‘Hick! Hick!' 
	"Ha! I told you not to eat those so fast." Ryoko smirked at the 
Cabbit as it started draining her water bowl, in an effort to stop her 
hiccups.
	[Booom.....Booom] Two loud gongs sounded the beginning of the 
tournament.
	"Alright!  Finally some action!"  With that she placed her feet 
on a cushion, made sure the munchies were close by and settled in to 
watch the greatest fighting tournament in this decade.
	*Ahh...now this is the life.*

	The first match of the Ginga Tonamento was held between; Deubleo 
the Gromek. Three  meters tall and weighing in at Three hundred and 
sixty kilograms.  That added to it's one point five meter wingspan, 
talons, horns and an animalistic head lead to an impressive creature.  
The Gromeks as a species were very warlike.  Where the average Gromek 
was impressive, this monster stepping into the ring was truly a sight.  
Deubleo was one of the best that race has ever produced.  What would you 
expect in this tournament?  Only the best of the best were competing.
	His opponent, a Maxpary. Male? Female?  Who could tell with this 
race.  What could be expected was that it was a Warlock, a magic user.  
It wasn't surprising that there would be magic users in the tournament. 
  As nothing is illegal in these fights, with the exception of planet 
destroying weapons.  TRIP GADJET What ever that means in there strange 
language.  They were truly grotesque humanoids, covered with plated 
scales with talons on their feet and hand appendages.  They were like 
something out of a nightmare. TRIP GADJET was an especially gruesome 
specimen.  One point five meters tall and weighting in at one hundred 
thirty-five kilograms.
	While the Gromek towered over the Maxpary, it was still 
anybodies fight.  In fact the odds were five to one against the Gromek. 
 As the gravity wells in the ring made it too difficult for him to fly. 
 The best he could was glide, and not for any great length of time at 
that.  Still with a growl the Gromek leaped at the Maxpary his maces 
raised high in a feint attack.  As a Maxpary's was practically immune to 
all poisons, a gas attack was the first trip up it's sleeve.
	Of course the Gromek expected this as he beat his wings to clear 
the air around him.  Although he couldn't fly did not mean that he 
couldn't use his wings.  While doing that he let loose a sonic screech 
that caused the Maxpary to be thrown backwards.
	The audience watched for any weakness in either of the 
contestants, for these were just the first blows of the battle.  Each 
and everyone routing for their favorite, holding ticket stubs in their 
hands, as each fight could make or break their life savings.
	The Gromek didn't give the Maxpary the chance to recover from 
the sonic attack earlier and leapt to the offence.  If he wished to have 
any chance at all he would have to strike fast and quick or else the 
Maxpary would summon his magic to hinder him.  
	The Maxpary reacted instinctively  as the Gromek pressed his 
advantage.  Using a trait common to all it's kind it borrowed into the 
earth to get a moments breather.  While the Gromek had expected this 
tactic he wasn't prepared for when the Maxpary used it.  Just as soon 
the Maxpary was fully submerged into the earth the Gromek backed away 
ready for an attack from any direction, including down.  
	The Gromek didn't leap away in time for the column of earth that 
erupted right behind him.  It seemed that the Maxpary was trying to 
damage the Gromek's wings, he succeeded too. For the Gromek's right wing 
had a long gash down it.  That took away one of his advantages, air 
superiority.  
	Still the Maxpary did not raise from the earth.  The Gromek 
would have to be quick and careful if he wanted any chance at winning 
the round at all.  With that he ran toward the hole where the Maxpary 
first disappeared into.  Energy crackled around him as he built up his 
power and let loose a sonic scream into the Maxpary made cavern.  This 
caused the earth to collapse on itself as the tunnel caved in on itself. 
  This left an impression of the Maxpary within the loose dirt covering 
it, as it tried to borrow deeper.  The Gromek struck down with his 
talons and hooking the Maxpary around neck and pulling him out of the 
earth.  Keeping to his advantage the Gromek slammed the Maxpary in the 
earth a couple of times to daze it.  
	It looked like the Maxpary was reeling from the blows while in 
fact he was casting a spell.  Wisps of smoke exited his mouth and 
crawled up the Gromek's arm toward his face.  The Gromek screamed in 
pain as he threw his opponent onto the ground to put some distance 
between them.  Looking at his arm where the smoke curled around it, the 
flesh was eaten away completely leaving the muscle showing in plain 
view.  Of course this just made the crowd more excited.  The Maxpary 
didn't remain un-scratched.  Not a few of it's plates were cracked and 
blood flowed clearly down his back.  
	Not letting the lose of one arm hinder him, the Gromek raised 
his good arm with the mace still in to finish his opponent.  With a 
mammoth yell he leapt onto the Maxpary's back, only to have his mace 
break on his adversaries hide.  The Maxpary had turned his hide to the 
hardest stone to stay off the blow.  That was it, it was over.
	With the destruction of the Gromek's honor weapon it was all 
over.  For the Gromek code of philosophy was similar to that of the 
ancient samurai, when their weapon broke, it meant that their spirit had 
weakened for a moment.  That moment was all it took for the weapon to 
mirror that spirit.  His resolve had weakened at that point and he left 
the arena his head bowed in defeat.  
	It took awhile for the Maxpary to regain it's footing, but it 
was proud and the crowd howled at his victory.  He was helped out of the 
arena by attendants, and the arena was made ready for the next fight.

	"Ah! What a gyp!  He had it in the bag!" Ryoko exclaimed, 
pointing to the retreating form of the Gromek.
	"Miya!"  The Cabbit put in.
	"Ya, Ya you won that one. But the fights have just started. So 
who do like in the next fight?"  Ryoko looked at the list of 
contestants.

	"Towel girl! Get over here and wipe up this blood!" Yutaka 
swallowed the bile threatening to rise in her throat, as she carried a 
load of towels over to loser.  First handing one to him so that he could 
stop the bleeding of his arms.  She dropped the rest on the ground to 
soak up the blood that pooled there.  The scent of it stung her 
sensitive nostrils, causing tears to form on her eyes.  It was then her 
task to carry those used towels to the cleaners.  Getting the blood all 
over her in the process. 
	*I hate my life.*

	Nuku Nuku was confused for the past few hours, every time she 
thought she was on Ranma's trail.  It would suddenly shift on her.  It 
was like the ground itself moved around trying to confuse her.  It was 
hard for her cybernetic system to comprehend the Lost Aura of the town 
of Hibiki.  Still even after hundreds of years, Nuku Nuku still had her 
cheerful personality.  She knew that she would find Ranma eventually all 
she had to do was be patient.  And for someone who has lived for 
centuries patience was something she had a great deal of.   

	Misuteri panted from exertion as she finished the complicated 
Kata that the Master had shown her just that evening.  While in itself 
it was not difficult to preform.  It was the spiritual part of the form 
of the Kata, which was most taxing part about it.  Where the Master had 
learned it she didn't know, nor did she ask.  She would be told when it 
was her time.  Why did she teach it now?  Probably had to with that new 
girl at the head table today.  This new technique allowed her to be 
practically unnoticeable.  For some reason it seemed that their training 
has increased. While she was looking forward to the challenge.  She 
couldn't help but wonder what the reason for.

	Ranma-chan watched as the children played after a lesson.  Even 
their play was training as was hers when she was their age.  The delight 
they took at every new thing that they learned about their world.  Every 
rock was an island from which they could explore.  Every tree, a 
mountain to climb.  Not yet old enough to know the real evils of the 
world or their places within it as it's future defenders.   With all 
probability any one of these children could be a descendant of hers.  It 
was another probability she would never again see anyone of them after 
she left here, to continue on her training journey.  Looking over at 
Kasumi.   So much like the one he knew in his younger days.  How she 
loved being with the children.  A mother to those who didn't have one, 
and an aunt to those that did.  
	"Ranma?" Kasumi inquired noticing the attention she was 
receiving.
	"Hmm?"  Ranma just seemed to be seeing beyond herself at the 
moment.
	"What are you thinking about?" What would the Grandmaster of 
Anything Goes Martial Arts be thinking of.  The wisdom of the centuries. 
 The new fighting techniques she could be inspired to create just by 
watching the rainfall.  Philosophies of the ages.
	"Just remembering the great Sukiyaki Kasumi used to make."  This 
caused Kasumi to face fault.
	"What?" The great and all powerful Martial Arts Master just 
remembering a favorite food?
	"Yea.  We didn't have it many times but when we did."  Ranma 
seemed to be inhaling as if smelling it all over again.  "Pop and I 
wouldn't have time to even spare over it.  The first time we did the 
rest of the family ate it all up only leaving noodles for us.  Ever 
since then as soon as dinner was announced we dove right in.  Heh.  Of 
course Akane would get mad over my eating habits.  She was always mad in 
that first year that I had meet her."  She just drifted off thinking 
about the past.
	"Were you not the one to say, that we should not remain in the 
past but to look to the now?"  Kasumi was finally getting to realize the 
personality of her Master.  With the exception of the Art, all else took 
a back seat in Ranma's life.  To keep such high spirits when you watched 
many of your friends grow old and die on you.  It was nothing short of a 
miracle that he hasn't gone insane.  Of course no one really thought 
Ranma was all there to begin with.
	"Heh.  Still it wouldn't do to forget your past either."  Again 
Ranma turned his attention to the children playing.
	"How many stay?" The question caught Kasumi off guard for a 
moment.  Then looking where Ranma was, knew what she was asking.
	"Every generation or so two or three stay.  Almost all of them 
leave, to grow in the art by themselves.  Only a few come back to stay 
permanently.  I remember my journey."  She looked at Ranma-chan from the 
corner of her eyes.  "Actually I went searching for you."  Seeing the 
smile form on Ranma's face.  "A few every generation look for you.  
Wondering if it was just a fable on how you still lived.  Everyone 
thought they would be the one to find you, then that you would teach the 
person who did techniques that the world has never seen.  You were like 
the Lamia on top of the mountain."
	"I am a hard person to track down aren't I?" Ranma then 
chuckled. Then jumped up and walked over to the children.  They 
continued on with there games until Ranma picked up a rock about the 
size of a melon and started bouncing it from foot to foot to knee.  Like 
it was a hacky- sack.  The children were delighted at this new game and 
went in search of their own rocks to play with.
	Ranma noticing some of the older students watching her also, she 
waited a few minutes and then when the rock was in midair spun around 
and shattered it with simple spin kick.  None of the pieces flew away, 
but just stayed there in the air before falling to the earth.  She 
didn't have to look to know that the older students were going to find 
their own rocks to practice with.  With a grin on her face she turned 
back to Kasumi.  
	Kasumi also had a grin on her face.  She loved to teach also, 
and loved it even better when she taught them without the student 
knowing about it.  When you get to a certain age this little things are 
what makes you're live happy.  After a while material possessions mean 
nothing to what you have in your heart.   She alone haven lived fifty 
years has amassed quite a bit of treasure and wealth.  She could only 
imagine what Ranma could have collected over the years that would have 
seen worthless at the time be worth a kingdom's ransom.  There were 
things of such great wealth that many has tried to find in that compound 
itself.  His vault.  The vault.  Like Odin in ancient myths, there were 
those who would give anything for just five minutes in the vault.  
Techniques so deadly that they were sealed away so that they could never 
be used again.  Forms so mysterious that they were thought to be only 
tall tales.  To see the vault with her own eyes.  Kasumi knew she could 
die happily having known that she might actually be able to set her eyes 
on its wealth.
	"Why have you waited in teaching the more advanced techniques?" 
 The question seemed to shock Kasumi out of her thoughts.
	With the exception of that technique you showed that girl in the 
evening, I haven't seen any of the students or teachers doing any of the 
more advanced techniques." This is what Ranma feared.  That down through 
the generations, the techniques would be lost.  There were no longer a 
need for such powerful techniques that they were be forgotten.  For the 
world is no longer as dangerous as it once was.  Still the student's 
skills were great more than enough for challengers.  They just needed 
help reaching the next level.
	"Only some of the elder possess even the slightest hints at some 
the techniques told in legend."  This was a good way to go.  While she 
was shamed for the loss of knowledge down the ages.  Now was a chance to 
learn it all a new.  This time the knowledge would survive in the 
younger generation.
	"I can tell that they are using their Ki to enhance their 
physical abilities.  There is so much more.  I just hope I have enough 
time to teach it."  With the two of them walked back to the main 
building.  There was much to do and little time to do it in.  

	Washu checked her monitors.  It seemed that Nuku Nuku has hit a 
wall in her search, where as Ryoko has become engrossed in the 
tournament.  Her blood lust showing through. *Well time to take a more 
active part.* Of course when Washu meant was find another way to get 
someone else to do the job for her.  So with that she hacked into Sailor 
Mercury's personal computer and down loaded all the information the girl 
put in it.  She wasn't the number one scientist in the universe for 
nothing you know.  That out of the way were continued to work on her 
newest project that would test Ranma's level.  She knew how much he 
loved to test himself.  So humming to herself merrily she continued on 
her task at hand.