I don't own Ranma ½ or any of the other Animés in this story.

Ranma ½ will be the main Animé in this story, but there's going to be a bunch of crossovers.  The first couple of chapters aren't going to have a whole lot of fighting.  They're mostly going to be background and stuff like that.  This is the first story I'm putting out on the internet, and I have no pre-readers, so be gentle.

Prologue

Welcome to the Rest of Your Life

            Ranma looked over the valley.  He truly hated it.  It had robbed him of his manhood, and now it had robbed him of his fiancé.  He clenched his fist in anger.  The red aura around him was a warning.  There were few who would knowingly go against the warning.  "Excuse me?"  This woman was one of them.

            Ranma reeled in his aura and turned.  What he saw made him blush.  But that was before he felt her aura.  The red aura was back with vengeance.  Ranma gritted his teeth and spoke. "What do you want, goddess?"  He asked.

            The beautiful woman looked sad.  She bow and spoke softly.  "I know that you do not like my kind.  What has happened to you is an unforgivable crime."  She brought her head back and looked at the boy, nay, young man.  Tears were in her eyes.  "I'm so sorry."

            "Sorry?"  The anger in his voice was unmistakable.  "A god just killed my fiancé!  And all you can say is you're sorry?"  He turned his back on the teary-eyed goddess and looked out on the valley.  "Leave."

            "Kami-sama has sent me to speak to you," She chocked out.  "Saffron was…"

            "IS!"  Ranma yelled.  "He's still alive!"

            The goddess signed.  "Gomen.  Saffron is a rouge god.  Normally gods do not take such an active role in the mortal world.  He…"

            Again Ranma interrupted her.  "Get to the point."  He did not yell, but there was something commanding in his voice the goddess felt compelled to obey.

            "Hai!  My father wants to know," She stopped for a second.  Why?  Maybe it was for dramatic effect.  But I personally believe it was because Ranma decided to turn around again.  His eyes, filled with hate and sadness, ripped into the goddess.  After a second she rediscovered her voice.  "Do you want something like this to happen again?"

            Ranma looked at her like she had grown another head.  Then he replied as calmly as he could.  "Gods should not play with people like this.  We aren't toys."

            "Kami-sama wishes to stop such things from occurring.  Saotome Ranma, will you be one to bring divine punishment upon the divine, demon and god alike?"

            "Nani?"  Ranma cried out.

            Hours Later

            Ranma frowned at Belldandy as she handed him the katana.  He had initially declined the katana, saying he didn't use weapons.  But the goddess had insisted that he take it.  "Are you sure this is goin' work?"  He asked.  With a snap he placed the two metal bands on his wrists, seals to help him train (or so Belldandy had said).

            Belldandy nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.  "Positive.  The curse makes you practically immortal; and the bands give you control over it and the Neko-ken.  Father said that you will be traveling through five alternate realities and go into the past twice.  After that your training will be complete and you'll come back here."

            "So how long will I be gone?"  He asked as he tightened the binding around his waist and placed the sword through it.

            Belldandy thought for a second then spoke.  "Around 15,000 years."

            Ranma nearly fell over.  "15,000 years?"  He muttered.  "What about everybody here?"  He screamed.

            Belldandy giggled.  ("He's so cute when he's upset.")  She tried to calm him down.  "It will be 15,000 years for you.  But it will be almost instantaneous for us."

            Ranma frowned.  "You could've said that in the first place."

            "Perhaps."  Belldandy smiled.  "Are you ready?"  Ranma nodded.  Belldandy concentrated and held her hands out towards Ranma.  Underneath his feet a star with six points appeared.

            "How many times have you done this?"  Ranma asked out of curiosity.

            "None."  Ranma began sweating.  "Don't worry.  Father would not have chosen me if I could not do this."  Ranma nodded just before a surge of magical energy flared up from under his feet.  In a flash of white light he was gone.  Not even a minute later a different Ranma appeared in the middle of the star.  He was dressed in clothing befitting a peasant.  At first glance the only difference, aside from his clothing, was the fact that his bangs were longer.  The bangs of this Ranma reached down to his eyes and appeared to disrupt his vision.  There was another difference, but it was not one that could be seen with the eyes.  This difference was one that could only be seen by someone like Belldandy.  Ranma was emitting power like he was overflowing with it.  "Daijoubu?"  Belldandy asked.

            Ranma's body was covered in a white light.  When it disappeared he was dressed in the red Chinese shirt and black kung fu pants he had been wearing when Belldandy had first met him.  Ranma grinned.  Not the cocky grin of the martial artist he once was.  No, this was the confident grin of the man he had become.  "So who's first on the list?"  He asked as the seals on his arms lit up with a fiery light.

            At that same instant, in a place where time means nothing and yet means everything, a certain green-haired Senshi was getting a major migraine.  She knew immediately what that kind of pain meant.  ("Someone is messing with Crystal Tokyo.")  And there was only one thing to be done with people who messed with the future…kill them.