Star Trek: The Return of Ranma Saotome (by DS Wynne)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, but I'll just borrow them for a while.

Note: This is an alt-fusion fan-fiction that combines "Ranma ½" and "Star Trek": two great tastes that go together. ;)

Special note: This idea isn't mine. So, if you know who thought of this idea let me know.

Part 1: "Here's Ranma!"

"Will, wait up!"

"Deanna, you got to take a look at this!"

Since getting shore leave, Commander William T. Riker and Counselor Deanna Troi were visiting various sites in China. Much of the nation itself has embraced its ancient past, and has since become one big theme park. Thus, in a way, the country has become as pristine as it was back during the days of Emperor Qin. At any rate, Riker and Troi have seen many of the sights throughout the countryside. During this journey, an old villager suggested a trip to an unusual training ground for martial artists. It was curious that such a place wasn't mentioned on any tour guide pamphlet. Had they stayed in the villager longer, they would have realized that there wasn't really an old villager from that same village. In fact, they would have found out that "the old villager" was a certain obnoxious omnipotent being planing on sewing chaos in the life of Riker and Troi.

"Deanna!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Sure enough, the two came upon the Legendary Cursed Training Grounds. As far as the eye could see, small pools of water sprinkled the landscape. The strange thing about them, were a series of bamboo sticks, two to three per set, in the pools. Strange thing, though, was that Deanna was getting some unusual vibes from them.

"Will, there's something strange about this place."

"Really? Let's investigate." And down the cliff Riker went.

"Will, wait up!"

Meanwhile, the caretaker of the place was getting up to do his morning exercises, when he felt...something. Odd, he thought to himself. For many years, the caretaker's family has been watching the place, mostly to clean up any unpleasantness that may occur. Since the training grounds were "lost" to the general public for centuries, it was a very boring job. Luckily, there was his pet pig to look after.

SPLASH!

"What's that? Did someone fall in?"

Quickly, the guide went to retrieve a net from the shed, and went to the source of the commotion. The pig merely looked at the source of the commotion and sighed.

"WILL!"

Deanna rushed to where Riker had fallen into a nearby pool. But instead of finding a big burly man, Deanna found a young man.

"Will?" Deanna wasn't sure what had happened. She "felt" her "imzadi" presence, but also the presence of another person.

"POP? Where are ya?" the boy said hurriedly. The last thing the boy recalled was fighting a girl that had taken his father's place.

"Will, is that you?"

The boy looked at Deanna, as he climbed out of the pool, and snorted.

"Lady, I don't know what you are talking about. My name is Ranma, Ranma Saotome."

"Will, I think we should go back to Starfleet. You seemed to have changed somehow."

"I'm not 'Will', so stop saying that I am. Now, have you seen Pops?"

"Uh, no."

"Maybe he's laughing himself silly at my experience. Ugh!"

The boy who claimed to be "Ranma" clutched his head. Images that weren't his own cascaded throughout his mind.

"Will-?"

"I told you once before. My name is RANMA! Now leave me alone!" And off the boy went.

"Oh, no!" said the guide as he came from behind.

"Who are you?" asked Troi.

"I am the caretaker of this place. You shouldn't have come here. This place is cursed."

"Cursed how?"

"Whoever falls in one of these pools take up the form of what died there."

"I see. So who died in this pool?"

"Not sure. I do have a guidebook back at my place. We'll know who died in this pool."

The two went back to the guide's hut, and went over the directory. Sure enough, they found what they were looking for.

"Here it is. That pool that your friend fell into is called the 'Spring of Drowned Young Martial Artist'. Rather strange, don't you think?"

"It is. I have to contact my friends about this 'Ranma Saotome'."

When this name was mentioned, the little black pig's attention perked.

So, the pig thought to itself, my old rival has returned. I can finally end my suffering!

Meanwhile, the person in question wandered into a nearby village. He was hungry for some strange reason, and decided to do something about it. At the same time, he noticed that there was some sort of festival occurring in the main square.

"Wow. A martial arts tournament." That's when he noticed a large table full of food. Thinking nothing of it, the boy went over to the table, and began to chow down. Unfortunately, he didn't notice that the table was marked as a first prize for the tournament.

"And the winner is…PERT!"

Pert felt good to have won yet another tournament. Her family had accused her of slacking off of her training ever since she joined Starfleet. They never accused her of forsaken her Amazon heritage, especially since she saw action during the Dominion War. But the young security specialist still had to prove to everyone that her skill was as sharp as ever. At any rate, once the festival was over, she can go on ahead to her new assignment when she return to Starfleet.

"Hey, Pert, why is that boy eating your prize?" said Xa Xoon, her best friend.

Sure enough, Pert saw that a boy was eating her prize.

"Hey, that's my prize, jerk!"

"Huh? Well, if it wasn't, then it would be mine, right?"

Pert knew that the boy was goading her into challenging him. And she also knew the risk that she would be facing if she lost. Unfortunately, he pride ran away with her good sense, so Pert issued the challenge.

"I accept. To the arena, please."

"Sure."

The two bounced onto the challenge log, and began to fight. The boy noticed that her style was very familiar.

"Huh? How do you know 'Anything Goes' martial arts?"

"What? This is my family's style. I could ask the same question, you know."

It became apparent that the boy was on the loosing end of the fight. The boy didn't know that Pert had included techniques from the different styles of alien martial arts in her arsenal. The boy actually began to get desperate.

I got to do something drastic, the boy thought. I know.

"You look kinda cute."

"What?" said Pert. She knew that she was very attractive, but why did he-?

Leg sweep.

"Ah!" And down Pert went.

"Oh, the shame of fallen for such a lame attack," said a gnome-like female.

"Damn!" admonished Pert. "I faced Jem'Hadar, Hunters, The Borg, Klingons and other such foes, and I get distracted like that? I hate myself."

"Hey, it's okay," replied the boy. "I was lucky. But I do want a challenge you again."

Pert smiled. "You got it."

"Well, isn't there something that you have to do?"

"Oh, com'on, great grandmother! Those laws are archaic."

"Still, they are Amazon law. You know what to do."

"Alright." Pert went over to the boy, and kissed him hard on the lips.

"What was that?"

"I love you, my husband. There, are you satisfied?"

"Indeed. I am Shampoo, mistress of this Amazon village. Welcome home, son-in-law."

"WHAT?"

"Now is the best time to run," whispered Pert.

"No way, I'm going to marry anyone. I'm outta here!" And off the boy went.

"Well, aren't you going to retrieve your new husband?"

"Great grandmother, he's wearing a Starfleet uniform, so I can track him down later. I promise."

"Very well. But no procrastinating in your Amazon duties. Is that clear?"

"Crystal."

Meanwhile, over a Japanese cemetery, a storm was brewing. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck one of the graves, cracking the surface. A few minutes later, a clawed hand emerged from the grace, followed by a woman in a tattered kimono. The pale woman's eyes glowed a blood red, as she smiled a vicious smile. That smile of hers was vicious due to the fact that her mouth was full of fangs.

"Genma. Your time is at an end. You will pay for taken my son away."

"Genko, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Gregory. I just felt a chill that's all."

Medical Specialist Genko Saotome was updating the medical database, when she felt something very familiar deep within her soul. She hadn't felt it in a long time.

"Dr. Crusher?"

"Yes, Genko?"

"May I take a break? There's something I need to take care of first."

"I don't see why not. The latest data stream from Earth won't be initiated until later this afternoon."

"Thank you, doctor."

Genko rushed down to her quarters, and pulled out a thin case. Within was the Saotome family sword. Quickly, she pulled the blade out of the scabbard, and was astonished that it was glowing.

"So, Nodaka has returned. She would only do so if-"

That's when the realization hit her.

"My son Ranma…HE'S ALIVE AGAIN!"

Tbc.

Author's note: There you have it. Let me know what you think.

Next time: Before it gets better, it will get a lot worse, as a "Family Reunion" between "father" and "son" occurs. See you there!