Growing Up's a Bitch
Part 3
By Oberon
ffml_use@hotmail.com

Author's notes:  sorry this is so short but that's all i could do in 2 days. 
  Anyway i hope you like it.  and don't forget to sent in some C&C for part 
2.  I don't think this got sent the first time since it got bounced back and 
didn't even made it to the mini archieve.  so i'm resending it.

"So tell me of these Amazons," Genma asked the guide, who was now dressed in 
combat fatigues.  The guide pointed toward a well traveled path in the 
mountains that branched off the current road they where travel.  While the 
guide continued to lead them toward the village he began to answer Genma.



"Jusenkyo Amazons very strong fighters.  Village fighting tradition go back 
before Ice Age."  The guide walked toward the edge of a cliff and pointed 
toward the distance.



The two martial artists looked over the cliff.  Below them was acres and 
acres of farmland but in the distance they could see several concrete 
structure.



"That Amazon village."  The village was really a small city.  It had rows 
and rows of concrete houses and even asphalt paved roads.  Many of the 
buildings were only single stories tall but there was one in the village 
square that was over 7 stories high.



"Jusendo valley no sleep in Ice Age."  The guide continued on their way and 
led the group around a bend in the mountain path.



"Glacier stopped beyond mountain ranges.  Valley spared from freezing 
death."  The guide stopped talking as he led the two martial artists over a 
dangerous and narrow passage.  "Many Amazons ventured out of valley in Ice 
Age.  Amazons come back with survivors and new ways life."



Before long the travelers were at the outskirts of the village.


"Ah, Mr. Customers, we are here."



>From in front of them came the sound of metal colliding with metal and the 
occasional grunt of effort.  "Mr. Customer very lucky.  They show their 
strength now."



Not far away, the entire tribe of Amazons was gathered at the village 
center.  The entire tribe, at least all those that was here, consisted of 
several hundred women of various ages all sitting around a platform.


Everyone there was holding at least one weapon of some kind while observing 
the ruckus that on the platform.  The platform was a single wooden log 
suspended horizontally in midair by iron chains on each side, stark contras 
to the quasi modern village.  On the log was a lavender haired woman in 
traditional Chinese garb. The woman was holding a bonbari, a large metal 
sphere attached to a shaft, in each hand.  The women, girl really, was 
facing off against a giantess who willed a long mace like staff.  The two 
Amazon's arms blurred in their combat, their weapons clanged loudly with 
each parry, a rare site even to their pears as they chirr the two fighters 
on.



However, not everyone's attention was on the fight.  The attention of those 
that hadn't eaten in days was on the feast laid out on a table not far off.



The battle was finished with a well timed swing of the lavender girl's 
bonbori but the two martial artists were only concern with stuffing 
themselves with the food.  The two didn't even notice the large sign by the 
table with the words "first prize" or the angry looks they were receiving 
from the women around them.



The two martial artists were only interrupted from their feast by the angry 
shout of a young woman.  "You there!" the lavender hair girl yelled in 
Chinese.  "Why do you steal..." the girl suddenly smiled when she got a good 
look at Ranma.



"What did she say?" Ranma asked the guide dumbly.



The woman said something else in Chinese then, with a single jump, she was 
again standing on the wooden log.  The girl still had a smile on her face 
and motioned Ranma to follow her.



"She said you steal her prize.  Now you must fight her."  The guide said.



Ranma shrugged and jumped onto the log.  The fight was on.  The lavender 
girl went at Ranma with lightning fast swings of her bonbori.  Ranma was 
hard pressed to avoid every strike and keep balance at the same time but 
still he managed to stay out of the bonbori's way by centimeters.


The girl was getting more and more confident of her victory with every 
swing.  She started to push her opponent and herself harder and harder, her 
own defense totally nonexistent.  Her efforts seemed to be successful as she 
saw her opponent began to loose his footing on the narrow wooden log.  
"Fight over.  Too bad," So confident was the girl that she made an 
overextended swing to finish her opponent off.  Unfortunately, Ranma was 
able to flatten himself under the bonboris and come back with a swift kick 
to the girl's chin.



+++++++++++



Ranma stood next to the log grinning from ear to ear at his victory.



"You got lucky boy," Genma interrupted.  "But I suppose there were some 
skill in there.  Now let�s return to Japan and show that kid wha'cha made 
of."



Genma was just about to drag Ranma off again when the lavender girl walked 
up to Ranma and held his face gently.  Lost for words Ranma did not react 
when the girl leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheeks.  The girl pulled 
away, her face a blushing red.  Before Ranma knew what was going on the girl 
ran off and disappeared into the crowd.



"Gentlemen, don't be so hasty to leave." An ancient voice came from behind 
spoke in perfect Japanese.  "Welcome to our village.  I am the matriarch, 
Old Spice."



The two martial artists looked but saw no one was there.



"Down here,"



The person speaking was an old crone, shrunken and wrinkled with age.  She 
stood no more than one foot tall, even her walking stick towered over 
herself.  With her giant out of proportioned eyes and troll like figure, the 
old women would have easily been mistaken for a monster if she ever showed 
herself in Crystal Tokyo.



The two Saotomes were lost for words.



"Oh how nice.  It would seem that she made a fine choice."  The old thing 
spoke while she looked Ranma over.



"..."



"You, young man have defeated our village champion." The wrinkled bag of 
skin paused to let the facts sink in.  "Such a feat of skill should not go 
unnoticed.  Wouldn�t you stay a while?  We would be honored to have you as a 
guest."



"Does this mean we get free food?" Genma asked dumbly.



"Why of course, it wouldn't be very hospitable of us otherwise." the old 
women's toothy smile was quite hideous.



"SLAVE!" the old woman shouted over her shoulder.



A moment later a young girl in rags rushed up to the group.  She had dark 
blue hair and was tall when compared with the other Amazon women.  Her face 
and hands were covered with grim, her worn out shoes ripped and exposed her 
toes.  With every step the chains from the shackles around her legs would 
drag across the ground, making a very distinctive clang.



"Wha... What is your command mistress?" the submissive girl asked; her voice 
low and uncertain.



"Go prepare a room for our guests," the old crone told the girl harshly.



"Yes ma'am,"



++++++++++++



"I'm turning in," Ranma pulled the blanket over his head and was dead to the 
world.



"Oh what a lazy boy I have."  Genma opened the window and snuck out the 
room.



The fat man lurked around the village for over an hour without finding 
anything interesting.  He was just about to go back when he heard the 
distinctive clang of chains dragged across the group.  He looked around and 
found the slave girl he saw earlier looking very conspicuous.  Genma quickly 
ducked behind a nearby building.  He looked at the girl and smiled.  "Maybe 
I'll get a few techniques of these women after all."



The girl looked around nervously before she went inside one of the houses.  
It was a very plane house.  No signs or anything else to designate its 
significance, whatever that may be.



Genma crept up to the window.  He stayed in the shadows but he could still 
see inside.  Although the curtains were drawn he could still see through 
them as they are parted slightly.



"No please... Your tentacles are too thick."  It was the slave girl.



"The codes or I�ll rip you in half,� The second voice was familiar but 
filled with malice.  It took a second but Genma realized it was the voice of 
the old women, Old Spice.  He shivered at the imaginary in his mind.



"PLEASE, ARRGGGGG!!!" The blood chilling gurgle from inside was barely heard 
but Genma couldn't help but feel sick.  The girl continued to scream but 
Genma's only thoughts were on his own hide.  Genma tried to make his getaway 
but he felt someone was behind him.  Genma tried to look but he felt a hard 
blow to back of his head.  The next thing he knew was the darkness of 
unconsciousness.



<TO BE CONTINUED>


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