This is not part of the real continuity, at best this is a
bizarre parallel world, filled with strange things, like edible
Spam, or a non-evil version of Barney...Ok,  maybe not
_THAT_  strange and different...

   Warnings:

This is not meant to be taken too seriously...
do not take orally.
Do not use before operating heavy machinery.
May cause loss of balance, hair, and sanity.
Caution: radioactive.
Beware of cat.
Don�t feed the trolls.
Eat at Larry, Curly, and Moe�s
May cause drowsiness.
No left turn.
Q turn permitted.

    Again, this is NOT a story in the real continuity...





                    Soul of Ice: Synthesis-- The Nonstick Version



I

    He's looking, right now. The boy. Thinking, weighing options. I
can tell, I can smell it on him. Good. Good. Already starting down
the path, doing that --losing his impulsiveness. Best thing Happi
could have done, present his side. That's right, Ranma, think it
through, poke and prod and look at it logically. Less work for me
this way, if you start to do this on your own. Very good, get you
used to it.

    Oho!

    He sees me. Marvelous, truly marvelous! This place has made
him think more, to take notice of more threats, or subtler threats.
I could not ask for a more fertile training ground, not for the
start. Still, much longer here will be intolerable. He must make a
decision soon, and he simply needs a different environment for what
I have to tech him. Anything else will simply not do.

    I hop down from the tree on the other side of the wall and into
the Tendo environs. "Have you made a decision yet, Ranma?" I say.

    He shakes his head. "Not yet, Cologne."

    "Do not take too long," I admonish. He called me by name, this
time. An improvement. "We do not have forever, after all." I
chuckle dryly and hop away with my usual speed.

    He will make the right decision soon, it is the only real one
he can make, after all, anything else would be ludicrous, and when
he does, then I will be there to show him a true Soul of Ice.


IX


    It was warm out, and I could feel someone watching me. It had
to be Cologne. No one else quite had that... coldness. Not right,
but that's the best way I can put it. If you can do it, then ya
know what I mean, otherwise it ain't gonna help.
    What was she doing, just waiting there like that? Finally she
hopped down from her perch.

    "Have you made a decision yet, Ranma?" she croaked out.

    "Not yet, Cologne," I replied. It ain't something I had to do
right away. I could dog it for a while, right?

    She left. I shivered; I don't know why. Suddenly I felt cold,
on that bright, warm day. I started a kata to warm myself up, and
begin to lose myself in the simple motions until broken out of it
by the call for dinner.


II


    Gotta go gotta go gotta go gottago. Laughter. Funny funny haha
hoho heehee. The pig's in a poke now! The boy and his chummy, not
that they'd ever want to admit that they were buddies, chasing me,
chasing me, chasing me. Hahah! Hahah! So much fun. My liberated
panties, my silken darlings, my precious ones, in my sack on my
back (a rhyme! a rhyme! I a poet, though you wouldn't know it!
Kee-hee! Kee-hee!) and people chasing. The boy and his chummy, the
pig. Whatta rush! So much fun, and even better when the chummy one
missteps into Ranma, and they start to fight.
    I sit and watch, of course, laughing and laughing and laughing
and laughing. Such fun. Tears from all the laughter and fun, in
fact. My pretties, my precious ones, but not as precious as Ranma,
not as pretty as he could be, when he is a she. My Shining One, my
Bright One, my Pretty.
    The boy knows. I can see him smiling. He likes it, likes the
chasing, likes the fighting. He enjoys it. Much too much to ever
give it up. He's safe, proof against Cologne. Good. You need to enjoy
life, y'see. That's all I want him to do, enjoy life. I do.
    It's pure joy!


IX


    To hell with this. I ain't gonna choose. Why should I? Gettin' the
best of both worlds right now, aren't I? 'sides, don't trust 'em.
Trust
Happousai? Hah! That'll be the day. I trust him to grab breasts and
fondle women's underwear. I trust him to do anything in he can to do
those things. That's what I trust the lech to do. Way I figure it, I'm
doin' just fine the way things are right now. Three square meals a
day,
a roof over my head, a bath-- hell, I even got a pillow and closet
space! To me, that's luxury. Now, if I can just get away with it....


III


    I don't know what the boy's up to lately, he's becoming
incomprehensible to me. Yes, he's better than me, I knew it already--
a
long time ago in fact. I admitted it before, even. Even using the
Yamasenken and Umisenken, he'd still beat me. He's seen them, had them
used against him, anyway. He can do them, I've seen him use some of
the
techniques before, even. I'm proud. Proud of him, for getting this
far,
for being this good.
    Proud of myself, too. Proud of raising such a capable son, proud
that my training techniques work. My vindication, you see. Say what
you
will, but they worked magnificently-- look at Ranma and see the
results.
    But I'm worried. All that's left to do now is to get him married
to
a Tendo, and I can't do that. Won't let me. Happousai won't let me,
actually. Says not to interfere with the training of his heir. He
means
it this time, I can tell.
    I was his heir apparent for a while, did you know that? True, you
know. I had other things though, more important things, I thought. He
called them distractions. Wife, child, morals. Yes, I have morals,
thankyouverymuch. Why do you think I sealed up my most powerful
techniques? Why do you think I taught them to one man, to my eternal
regret, when I could just as easily let him and his boy starve? I have
a code, I have a conscience, I have regret. Lots of regret.
    But you keep it inside of you, you see. Can't let anyone know they
can get you that way, can't show weakness unless it's a feint, because
then they'll take advantage of it. It's a cold hard world, and you
have
to look out for yourself. It's a lesson I had to teach Ranma, early
on.
Make him rely on himself-- if I bailed him out of all him troubles,
then he would come to rely on me too much. That would make him weak.
My
son will stand on his own two feet!
    I'm worried though, about Happousai. About Ranma. About Happousai
and Ranma. The Master-- may he rot in hell soon --says he's training
Ranma. I asked my son yesterday, "What's he teaching you, boy?" I
asked, and Ranma just shrugged.
    He wouldn't tell me. My boy doesn't trust me. Should I be proud
that he's taken my teachings so well, that you can't and shouldn't
trust anyone, not even your father, because that gives them leverage
on
you and they can be used against you? It's about time he learned that
lesson-- he never quite fully got it. That Ryouga kid, the pig--
perfect example. Ranma trusts him, thinks they're both friends, and
when he comes back to see Ranma years later, poof! he attacks without
warning.
    Make sure your friends are weaker than you are Ranma, because if
or
when they turn on you... that's a big reason why I'm friends with
Soun,
you know. I could defeat him, quite easily. Always could. He knows it,
too, I think. We get along smashingly because of that.
    But my son doesn't trust me, and even though I taught him that, it
still hurts. How can I help him get away from Happousai if he won't
let
me help him? And then, and then (my stomach grows cold and heavy and
quivering at the thought), maybe he doesn't want to. Maybe he really
is
learning from the Master --we should have buried him in a not-quite
dormant volcano --and maybe he wants to. That disturbs me the most, I
think.


IX


    Dad knows something�s up. He suspects, at least I think he does.
Not
sure what to do about pops. Maybe I shouldn't do anything-- Happi's
keeping 'im off my back, after all. But if he finds out, he'll tell
others and _they_ might not stay away. Most certainly, now that I
think
about it.
    But why should I bother? Might be fun. No it won't. Good practice?
people to spar against and test out what I learn? No, distractions,
keeping me from learning.
    I'm close, very close. On to something big. I can touch it,
sometimes, when I dream-- it's like a beast, with big red eyes, and
unimaginable power...and sleeping.  Sleeping for now.  Sleeping until
I awaken it...
    They're wrong though...the both of them.  It's not about just
cutting
loose, OR staying in control...it's both.  You have to know HOW to Let
it loose
all the way, and how to control it, make it do what _YOU_ want it to
do
and not what it wants to do.  But you have to know how first, so their
teaching me is still useful...for now.

    There's that faint rumbling behind my eyes again. Kind of
uncomfortable.  There's also an itchiness all over. I wonder what's
causing it to happen? Feels like something's starting to change .
Maybe I
should go see a doctor? Probably just some effect of growing up-- you
know, body growing, and changing.  But it still makes me uneasy.


IV


    I don't like this, not one bit. He's learned, you see, and that's
bad. Bad for me, that is. How am I supposed to have my fun if he won't
let me? How am I supposed to make a quick buck off him if he won't
comply? It just isn't fair. Well, okay, maybe it is fair-- I'm not his
fiancee (although it was fun renting him out when I was, I must
admit),
but it isn't right. That's not the way things are supposed to go.
Ranma's finally learned to keep a secret. I don't mean like not
telling
people about the curses-- that's simple, easy to do. Just not talking,
that is. I mean something else.
    You can see it in his eyes, and in his smile-- especially in the
smile. Cocky and arrogant and mysterious-- Ranma always had the first
two in that insufferable smirk of his (how I loved... love, wiping
that
off his face!) but this third one is a new development.
    The smile tells me he knows how to keep a secret-- keep it from
anyone-- keep it from me --but the eyes, they tell me he's got a
secret
he's keeping, and they tell me it's a big one. They're eager, you see.
Barely restrained with glee. There's a storm hidden behind those eyes.
I can tell.
    I know about secrets-- how to keep them and how to ferret them
out.
He's learned my trick, about keeping them at least. I don't like that,
not one bit. Makes Ranma a tougher nut to crack. So easy, before.
Thing
is, maybe sweeter meat inside once cracked. I don't know. Do I want to
find out?
    There's also something else at times...like a barely controlled
energy,
a rage...but this is ranma, the person who never gets angry...but that
doesn�t change the fact that there is a fire behind those eyes
now...one
that scares me.

IX


    I'm on to something, I know it. Making them nervous. I think even
Happi's a bit anxious now. I like that. Nabiki definitely is. I like
that a lot. Deserves it, at the very least. She's been annoying for
far
too long. They're starting to bore me, the lot of them.
    It's starting to move. It's waking soon...I can feel it.

    The question is: When whatever it is happens, what will I do with
it?
No one around here could understand this, except maybe Ryouga.
    Yes.  I think I will ask Ryouga if he wants to learn this. He
could do it, if he really wanted to, I think. Give him the chance,
at least-- see if he wants to. He's about the only one around who's
got
the right mindset...and wouldn�t turn on me at the drop of a hat.
Strange, but true. The pig's been my greatest rival, but at least he's
an honorable enemy...tried to take advantage of me the least,
at any rate.

    Time to see what Cologne has for me today, I s'pose. Now if only
that faint rumbling behind my eyes would stop,  and the itchiness on
my back would go away, this'd be a perfect day.


V


    So I think in Mandarin. Great-grandmother says I shouldn't, says
that to speak Japanese properly I should think in Japanese, but I
don't. My little secret. I don't want to learn the language enough.
Don't have the time or the patience.
    He comes here, to the restaurant, Ranma does, but not to see me.
He
wants to see great-grandmother, always. "Training," he tells me, with
a
smirk on his face. That's why he sees her.
    I told him once; I told him, "that if Ranma marry me, he get much
more training from great gran'mama."
    He smiled then, not his usual cocky grin, but the arrogant smirk
he
has affected as of late.  "Feh, as things stand, I am getting all the
training I need now," he said with almost a sneer, "I don�t see why I
should do anything more."  Then, without another word, he walked off.
    He is rapidly becoming a very strange boy.  I haven�t been around
him enough; he seems to be changing into someone completely different.
    Definitely not been around him enough. I think I'll have to pay my
Ranma a little visit very soon-- maybe it'll smarten him up and he'll
come to his senses. Even if it doesn't, I'm due for a little fun,
right? All work and no play, as they say.
    Well, no time like the present, right? Off comes the apron, and
"Great gran'mama?" I call out in Japanese. "I go see husband now,
okay?"


IX


    Shampoo came by-- I was busy with Happousai. He was helping me
develop my own style of Indiscriminate Grappling, or Anything Goes--
doesn't matter what you call it. Damned hard. Lately, most of it is
trying to Learn how to cut loose, fight all out, let my passions and
desires fuel my fighting, be able to fight for the sheer joy of it
all...
    The scary thing is that I seem to be getting closer to it.  I
still don't know exactly what it is, but I know It's close.  Stupid
head ache still won't go away, and the itchiness seems to be getting
worse.  My hair seems to want to look different lately too...better
get
it cut soon, it's starting to stick out.
    Shampoo said she had tickets to a musical. Big one. Very long
running, she said. English chappie, she said. Her favorite, she said.
"Very good seats," she said. "Want to go?"
    I shrugged. Never been to one before. Might enjoy it.  I was
wrong.
    Oh man, was I ever wrong.


VI


    I saw him and her, holding each other closely, their bodies next
to
each other, and I ran. How could he--? How could she--? How could I do
anything else? And that's why I came here, to my room, and buried my
head in my pillow, letting the tears out. What else could I do?
    He seems so distant from me lately, so arrogant.  I guess I know
why
    Oh Ranma oh Ranma of Ranma-- how could you--? And so my head in
the
pillow, no one to hear the tears.

    I was wrong though. Here he is, nestled on my lap, purring
peacefully. He still likes me. It was the play they went to see: Cats.
The fool. Likes it when I scratch just lightly under his ear. Falling
asleep now. Such a peaceful smile. I wonder why he can't be like that
more-- not a cat, you understand, but this way.
    I could fall for a man like this. He's got nice hair. Drives me so
crazy-- why can't he be nice and quiet sometimes, like he is now, only
not when he thinks he's a cat?
    What's wrong with him lately? He's been so... odd, lately, not
himself.
More arrogant, and the look in his eyes sometimes seems so wild, more
like
an animal's than ranma's.  Is it Happousai? Maybe that's it. All
that training with master Happousai getting to him. But what can I do?
Happousai's just too powerful for me to take on, and I refuse to lure
him in by flashing my chest then bashing him, like Ranma does. Did-- I
haven't seen Ranma do that to Happi in a while-- they've been too
chummy lately to fight, anyway. At any rate I have much to much
respect
for myself and feminine modesty to do that.
    Fool. Doesn't he know how worried we are about him? He's starting
to sleep now, I think. The low umbling from the back of his throat (I
swear that can't be humanly possible) is getting quieter. I slow down
stroking his back: softer, softer, gentle and slow. Fool-- why can't
he
be nice and agreeable like this more often?
    Come back to muh-- us. Come back to us, Ranma-- I--we! can help
you
if you only let me. So cute and adorable with your nose scrunched up
and your eyes closed like that, did you know that? Fool.



IX


    It's here.  I understand now.  The change is what is supposed to
happen.  It's waking up now, faster.  But I can control it.  I can
control it.  The change will happen soon.  Soon.

    Sometimes, when I'm by myself and I look in the mirror, I can see
myself actually changing. Insides rearranging themselves. Bulges and
stuff rippling under my skin before settling again. I wonder How
different it's going to be.

    I found out what was causing the itching.  It was a tail.



VII


    I don't know, I really don't know anymore. He's a bastard, you
know-- always has been, ever since I met him in Junior High. Sure,
once
in a while he does something nice, but he just rubs me the wrong way.
Knows what buttons to push, I guess.
    I don't know where he's at, anymore.  He's so much more arrogant
than he ever was before.  But he seems so restrained lately.
    Very strange.
    I don't know what he's up to. He changed his hair the other day,
took it out of that pigtail he's had it in for so long.  He must have
put gel or something in it though, because it was sticking out all
over
the place.
    Some very strange stuff going on with him right now. He isn't as
much of a bastard anymore, but he's still plenty strange. Almost like
he wants to be my friend or something. I'm not falling for it again--
he won't get me with that trick this time. Not like back then, not
that
day, the day I arrived in that empty lot-- the lot that wasn't
supposed
to be empty because you were supposed to be there, Ranma, and you
weren't.
    Aka-ne/ri! Where are you? Where are you in my dreams? Who are you,
the one that comes to me then, the one I can pour my heart and soul
out
to? I don't understand him, I really don't. Been acting strange-- must
be a trick. Got to be, right? Why would he want to be my friend? Why
would I want to be his?
    I'm almost sure it's a trick-- getting this odd feel off of him.
Nah, it's got to be a trick, the bastard-- why would he care about me
after all, right? We're enemies, rivals.


IX

    The change is done.  I look about the same, but my hair is
sticking
out all over now, and then there's this tail...but if I really look
hard, I can tell that the muscles are different now.  And my chi level
has gone through the roof.  Mentally though, there's this feeling now,
almost a need to fight.  Anything, anywhere, anytime.  Add that to
this other feeling of being superior to everyone else, and I don�t
know what you have.  But whatever it is, it feels soo good.
    I need someone to fight though, but not many people who would
learn it-- who could. Happi? Cologne? Never. Too set in their ways and
much too old. Okay, and then you've got a bunch that aren't ready for
the change, and probably wouldn't be interested in becoming something
so...alien. But worse than that's the trust. Who I want to share it
with? Need someone who's got a bit of honor in 'em, right? Someone
who won't stab me in the back with it or anything like that.
    I said Ryouga before, right? He's done right by me, once in a
while, at least. More'n I can say for most of 'em, at least. Tried not
to take advantage of me when Happi used that weakness attack on me.
'bout the only one who did, really. So maybe I can trust him-- as far
as I can throw him, anyway.
    Would he want to, though? Could he do it? Maybe. About the only
one
I'm willing to share it with that could and would, anyway. Akane never
would, and I don�t think she could.

    I found out what the beast was though.  Found what I need to do to
wake it
up all the way...oh well, didn�t need that forest anyways.  I can
control
it too, just hard to do.  Oh is it ever so hard to do.  But I can do
it now.
This next week it will be right for it again.  I needed this month to
finish
readying my control.  Tonight is the night.

    Tonight is the night I tell 'em.


VIII (I-VII)


    He called us together, all of us and Ukyo and Mousse and his
mother
and the rest of the Tendos and everyone else. Said he wanted to tell
us
something. In the Tendo dojo, he said to come, so we did. Not raining,
not right now, but it will. You can smell it, taste it, feel it and
see
it. Dark clouds. Heavy air. Big storm coming, very big.
    So we're all there, in the dojo, talking. Somewhat apprehensive--
lot's of tension here, but nobody's attacking anyone else, so that's
okay. Too intent on what Ranma's got to say.
    Ryouga comes in with Nodoka-- she found him wandering or
something.
That's the last one Ranma asked for. Should be coming in soon then,
but
who knows these days. Been acting strange, everyone of us agrees on
that-- even Kasumi says so, and you know what _that_ means.
    There he is now, suddenly appearing in the main doorway.  A
strange
expression on his face-- triumphant, but arrogant at the same time.
And that fire is in his eyes again. As he stands there in the doorway
with his arms folded in front of him, his face changes into a haughty
sneer, an expression totally unlike anything any of us is used to
 seeing on his face.  His clothing is the same as ever, but he has
some kind of fuzzy belt on, and his hair is sticking out all over
the place.

    Cologne doesn't know what to make of it. She's approving and
disapproving at the same time. Happousai's
nodding and frowning too. They see each other doing that and stop. The
rest of us don't like that one bit, but we don't know what to make of
it.

    He gestures toward us, and says:

IX


    I gathered them all-- might as well only say it once, right?

    "Probably wondering why you're all here, right?"


VIII


    We all nod, of course.

    "Probably wonder what the hell's been going on with me lately,
right?" he says.

    Again, we all nod. Obvious we're worried about the jerk, right?
He's walking differently, as well. Just noticed that now. Can't
exactly
say how, some nameless or minuscule change, but it's there, and
whatever the change, it's obvious it's different.

    "I'm leaving for a bit," he announces without preamble. All of us
are shocked, although reactions are different.


IX


    Some of them go to attack me. Dad, Soun. Shampoo and Ukyo wonder
what it means, at least to them (is it good? is it bad?) and Akane is
somewhere in between. Not happy about it anyway.
    Cologne ain't happy either, neither's Happi, actually. Surprised
her with that-- she don't like surprises. So surprised, in fact, that
she shouts.

    "What!" Her shout rings through the air and breaks glass with its
power, including Mousse's glasses.

    "I got enough off you and the lech, and now I gotta leave for a
bit
to hone it-- to bring out the full potential of this new state." at
this
I show them my tail, earning gasps from everyone in the audience. I
smirk
at this, and begin my speech again.  " I can't do it here though, so I
need to leave...temporarily, at least."

    They still don't like it, Happi and Cologne. In fact, they like it
even less now. They start toward me, but I gesture at them, and say
"before you do anything, there is something I need to show you, so
just
follow me for a moment." At this, I turn and walk outside.  I then
look
up at the full moon with a growing sense of anticipation.  Then it
hits
me.  It wakes up.


III-VII


    He grows, fur erupting from all over, fangs growing, his eyes
glowing
red.  He grows incredibly large, and everyone can feel the power
radiating
off of him.  The change stops, finished with his incredible
metamorphosis.
He looks down at them, his two teachers, and laughs.
    His teachers glanced at each other, and read the same message in
the
other's eyes. This thing, this...monster must be destroyed.
    So they attacked him, the two martial art masters, from either sid
e
of him. Wordless cries of battle from Happousai and cold calculation
in
Cologne's eyes, they launch themselves at him.
    He bats them out of the air with contemptuous ease.  They pull
themselves
out of their fresh craters, and launch at him again.  It is a futile
effort, nothing they can do to him seems to have any effect.  So Happi
starts
powering up, using that huge battle aura of his to grow to nearly
Ranma�s
own monstrous size.  Seeing this, ranma opens his mouth and a
brilliant
beam fires out of it, completely obliterating Happi�s enlarged figure,
and causing the decrepit martial artist to create another crater.
Cologne fairs little better, flinging him up into the air with a
rising
dragon ascension.  Again, this has little effect on ranma, other than
giving him a great height from which to fire another blast, this time
at
Cologne, blasting her into the ground.  Seeing both of them defeated,
the monstrous figure laughs contemptuously.
    The two fallen martial artists twitch, and begin to move slowly,
painfully out of their holes, showing that no matter how monstrous he
may look, ranma still isn't a killer. All I can think, all any of
us can think under that monstrous, thundering laughter is that--


I


This isn't Ranma.


II


Not my student Ranma at all.


III


I don't know--


IV


--what he is--


V


--but--


VII


--that--


VI


--isn't my--


VII


--Ranma.


VIII


Not at all.


IX


    Oh, it's me all right.

    Takes me a moment to get it under control again, but I do it.  I
look away from the moon, and concentrate on getting back to my normal
form.  I shrink, the fur fading, and my giant size shrinking back to
what it normally is.
    I look at them, having changed back, and I am astonished.
They're terrified of me, all of them. Afraid of me, l'il old harmless
me. Very funny. They seem awestruck too, all but one, who looks on
with a hunger in his eyes as well as the fear.

    "They attacked without cause, you all saw that.  They attacked
me and failed."  I glance over at the craters, and am relieved
to see that my...antics didn�t hurt them...too much.

    I look back at them and give in to the smirk that has been
fighting
for a place on my face.

    Then, I look straight at the one who's eyes betray his interest,
and
his determination-- determination to not be afraid of what I have
become.
He looks straight back at me now.
    "I'm not human anymore," I say. He doesn't flinch. "At least, not
completely." I pause, and look at him.  His face shows his resolve, so
I continue. "I know how to cause the change, and how to get through it
faster now." He's starting to understand, I think. "Part of the change
is this need to fight, I need someone to challenge me, to push this
form
to its full potential. I can't do it here though, but I can't do it
alone
and most of you are unsuited for the change."

    I pause, taking in a deep breath. I don't think I've ever felt
this
exposed and unprotected. "Do you want to come with me, Ryouga? Change
over, and learn the joy of battle?"


VII


    I can't believe he asked me that. Okay, maybe I could-- he was
leading up to it, but still. Maybe that's why he's been acting
friendly
to me lately. To be able to move like that! But why do I need to?
    He asked for me though-- me and no one else. Me, his rival. No one
else could do. We could be the best, no one could ever compare to
what we could become. I feel strange, something I haven't felt in
a very long time...anticipation of something great.
    I'm always wandering anyway, it might be nice to have someone to
talk to, even Ranma.
    What about Akane? I look at her, and I don't know anymore. She
doesn't seem as... necessary, anymore, now that I have Akari. Doesn't
have that same hold over my heart. Is Ranma responsible for that, too?

    I can always come back, later, if I want to.

    He's waiting for an answer. I close my eyes. To be able to have
that kind of power, to be able to have that fierce love of the fight
I see in his eyes again...something I lost a while ago. It used to not
matter if I was the best or not-- just as long as I was better than
Ranma. That's not important anymore though. He admitted he needs me,
that he wants me to help him, and that's much better than just being
able to beat him. Time I became something better, stronger. Who knows,
maybe this change would even help my direction sense. This could be
just what I need-- a training journey at least.

    "Yes."

    He nods, with his smirk growing and laughs. He turns and we walk
off into
the moonlight night.


                  An End to this particular tail...for now.





_tc_'s notes:

   No I am not merely some highly evolved, talking monkey.  As a mater
of
fact, I am a highly evolved, talking cat.  Err, did I write
that...darn.
Yes, what ranma becomes is a Seijin, and don�t go talking about how
that's
impossible, because I will put my hands over my ears and hum really
loudly
if you do! so there!  I did this because of an image that wouldn�t let
me go,
the image of ranma and Ryouga flying around, beating the pezz out of
each
other at high speed.  That and their relationship reminds me of that
of
Goku and Vejita; bitter rivals, but (mostly) on the same side.
(well all this a case of insomnia, and a touch of a fever...I hate it
when
that happens...).
   Oh well, note to self, stop watching Dragonball Z so much.  I hope
this was
tolerable, as I didn�t change it TOO much as how the original was
extremely
well written already.  I hope that this made you laugh a little, or
have
your eyes cross at the sheer weirdness factor, because if it didn�t
then
I wasted my time doing this.

as always,
later
_tc_


-watch for another of my stories, hearts of ice: the musical!!! coming
as soon as I get all the songs ready...or when Zen gets done with long
and winding road, whichever comes last...