Goodbye Ranma!

Hello everyone. Reading other fanfics is nice, but it's time for my fanfiction. This is based on a movie I saw a while ago. The name of the movie is Goodbye Charlie. This is an alternate universe fanfic where Ranma is a great martial artist while Ryoga is a friend of his. They both practice martial arts, but they don't hate each other. Nabiki is known to Ranma and Ryoga, but Akane was never engaged to be married to Ranma. Genma has passed away before trying to rope Ranma into marrying Akane, thus Ranma never visits Jusenkyo and neither does Ryoga. Ranma has made some money being involved in underground street fights and has a career as a movie star. Ryoga has done the same but normally works as a stuntman when he isn't teaching martial arts to movie stars all over the world. The Amazons aren't even in this fic. There will be much out of character OOC going on here. The main characters are in their twenties instead of being teenagers. Happosai is still very old in his sixties, but he isn't so short. Give me a ring as to how this one goes.

A posh, luxury liner is out to a few miles off the coast in the Sea of Japan. The ocean waters are rocking the ship back and forth. The liner is in no danger however. On this destroyer sized yacht a party is going on. There is ghastly music playing all through the ship on loudspeakers. Many people are dancing to this music. A woman named Nabiki Tendo sits down, looking around and nursing a drink. "Good thing I showed up for this shindig. Business will be better from now on."

There is another woman there at the party, sitting down and looking around nervously. Her name is Sayuri Tanaka. She has long, dark brown hair done up in a pony tail. She's a pretty lady in her a light blue dress. Sitting right next to her and similarly dressed is Yuka Ohara. She has long, light brown hair and is nice looking too. Both women are scandalized over the orgy going on at the party. What's worse. Their husbands are partying it up with younger, hotter chicks.

Also attending the party is a certain Ranma Saotome, martial arts champion and wannabe movie star. "Hey, babe. How about you and me go to your room and bang each other?"

"You're always coming on to girls, Ranma. Am I to be yet another one of your conquests? Besides, my husband isn't very far away." The stunning, middle aged woman looks on her would be paramour with a smile. Rubbing up against him, she wears tight clothing that shows off her svelte figure.

"I don't see you as another conquest, Seiko. At this moment, you mean everything to me." "At least, that's how I feel right now," Ranma thinks to himself with an inward smirk.

The husband of Seiko, the owner of the luxury liner and host of the party is Happosai Sokko. Happosai is a medium heighted with graying hair. He's slightly balding and has a look of seriousness on his face as he plays cards with some of his mates who just like him are bigwigs in the film industry. Happosai along with his friends are very rich and wealthy. "Read em and weep, boys!" Happosai says, laying his cards down.

"You win again, Happy," a film producer says, throwing his cards down. "Let me win me dough back."

"Later, Matsuda. There's something I have to look into. I'll be right back." Out of the corner of his eye, Happosai notices Ranma and his trophy wife disappear from the main deck of the party. "What does that bloke think he's going to do with my wife?" Happosai thinks in a rage. He gets up and follows the couple, going through many of the party goers engaged in various kinds of dancing. The dirty dancer shakes herself, doing the shimmy and causing Happosai to do a double take.

"Hey, big spender! How do you like my moneymaker?" the lady yells, putting her enhanced chest in the old man's face while dancing.

"Looking good, baby. Looking real good. I'll be back in a few." However, instead of going off as he had planned, Happy stared down the cleavage of the pretty young thing. "She's a looker," the old man thinks to himself without taking his eyes off of her bulging body.

At another part of the ship, Ranma and Seiko occupy an empty storage room on the upper deck. "You got a pretty body, luv," Ranma says. He slowly unzips her skin tight evening gown and uses his index finger to touch the nape of her neck. He then works his way downward, touching and caressing to the small of her back.

"Ooh," Seiko coos and moans while Ranma's skilled fingers stroke her up and down.

"There's more where that comes from, luv." Ranma proceeds to further undress the pleasured woman, touching the front of her in the same manner he touches her backside.

"Ooh, Ranma!"

"Where did they go?" Happosai kept on walking until he heard sounds of rapture. "That's my wife! How dare that dancing dick screw my wife on my own boat? And after I trained his late father who trained him. He gets me so angry! I'll do more than box his ears when I get my hands on him!"

He walks over to a door and kicks it open! "What are you doing with my wife, you bloody codger!"

"Happy!" the naked woman screams. "I can explain it all!"

"Shut up, slut! I'll deal with you later!" Then he turns to Ranma who barely manages to get his knickers on.

"Relax, Happy. These things occur," the pigtailed martial artist answers nervously. He tries to keep things cool and fails miserably.

"Shut up, Ranma. I knew you were a ladies man. Heck, I'm the one who taught you how to chat up women. You could have had almost any woman you wanted, but you had to go after my wife. Why you..."

"You taught me how to chat up women? Listen, pops. I'm a self made man. You may have taught my father, but I'm the one who went from establishment to establishment learning different martial arts. Techniques that took most people months took me hours, minutes even. I worked my ass off training my body into the specimen it is today," Ranma says with arrogance.

Happosai then becomes more angry, his face turning red with steam coming out of his ears. "That's it! Happo-burst!"

Ranma immediately dodges the first cracker ball of fire. "Missed me." However, the first ball is a fake out, thrown to set Ranma up for the Happosai's real attack. "Ow! Take it easy, Happy!"

"No, you young whipper snapper! You've taken things too far this time. Happo Fire!" The old man's next attack is a volley of Happo bursts. The volley is so intense that the explosion knocks Ranma through a window of the of the ship, sending him into the sea.

"Ungh!" Ranma moans, unconscious as he falls into the sea.

"The ship's going to blow!" the physically enhanced starlet from earlier screams as explosions rock the boat. Then a loud splash is heard. Many of the party goers run to the side of the boat, seeing only bubbly, explosive water as the stunned and injured Ranma sinks down lower and lower into the depths of the sea.

A young man wearing a business suit exits a bullet train in a Tokyo station. He's well built and has a serious look about him. While walking through the station a sophisticated woman hails him. "Ryoga! It's great to see you again. Have you've overcome your tendency to get lost?"

"I have. It took a lot of mental training, but I did it. I've actually used that to increase my chances of winning fights whether on the street or in a tournament. Anyhow, It's great seeing you too, Nabiki." Ryoga takes a good look at the sharply dressed woman arrayed in business office attire. Then both of them bow to each other formally. "Thanks for giving me a ride."

"It's the least I could do. I only wish we could be meeting again under different circumstances," the sophisticated woman answers.

"Yeah, What happened to Ranma was shocking to say the least," Ryoga replied while he hefted his luggage.

"It was horrible alright. How was your trip, Ryoga?"

"It was fine. I really didn't like the idea of leaving my training, but Ranma was a good friend of mine. I can't understand why he thought of me when picking an executor of his will."

"You were the only friend he had," Nabiki replies. "Are you ready to say a few nice words about Ranma? You're the executor so it was a good idea for you to give a speech during Ranma's memorial service."

"I'm ready. I wrote something down to say while I was on the train. Weren't you his friend too?" Ryoga asks.

"No. I was his agent. He got some good roles in some great movies. However, his huge ego and excessive womanizing made getting work for him difficult. Movie stars are very territorial and very jealous. It was his womanizing that got him in the end. Anyway, the memorial service will be in a few minutes so we better get cracking."

A few minutes later, Nabiki parks her expensive car in the driveway of a posh beachhouse near the sea. The domicile is not too far from where Ranma's death took place. "Here we are. That's strange."

"What's the matter?"

"There should be more cars parked here. I made certain everyone who knew him was informed of Ranma's funeral and where it was taking place. Ranma wasn't the most popular actor in the film industry, but surely there would be more people here than this," Nabiki says, surprised at there only being two other cars parked near the house.

"I see. There's nothing to do now but go inside," Ryoga says, getting the feel of the place.

"Go on ahead, I'll finish parking the car."

As soon as he enters the large home Ryoga sees a familiar face. "Sayuri! How have you been? Where's Daisuke, your husband?"

"He's busy at work. His company's doing so well right now," the woman says returning the bow.

"Ryoga? Hi. It's me, Yuka. Hiroshke couldn't make it. Business takes up so much of his time," she says in anticipation of Ryoga's question. "I didn't know Ranma that well. He was more of a friend of Hiroshke."

Then Nabiki walked in carrying a briefcase. "Where is everybody? Aren't there more people coming?"

"I don't think so, Nabiki. Sayuri and I have been waiting around for an hour. There's nobody else here except for the workers." There are a few flower arraignments in what was the living room of the home along with over a couple dozen chairs set up.

Nabiki goes to the phone and contacts her office. "Gina! Didn't you send out those invitations?"

"Yes, I sent them out," the other person on the line answers.

"Why isn't anybody here? Didn't you follow up by phone?" Nabiki stammers.

"I did," says the other person on the line.

"Oh. Well, how about the actors guild? They surely must have sent someone here."

"They didn't. Ranma was months behind on his dues," the other person on the line says.

"Oh," Nabiki answers with a downfallen face.

"I guess this is it," Ryoga says.

"It looks like it's one of those days when everybody is too busy doing something else. As much as I'd hate to rush you on something like this, I have a dinner meeting a little later."

"Alright, Nabiki." Ryoga takes his place, standing in front of everyone behind a podium. Taking a deep breath, he speaks. "Well, here we are. We friends of Ranma Saotome are gathered in his home while poor Ranma lies somewhere at the bottom of the sea. He might not have been happy about the small number of people here, but he would have been pleased to know that there were at least a few people who cared about him. Apart from myself, there's Nabiki Tendo, Ranma's agent. There's Sayuri the wife of Diasuke Tanaka, the owner of the studio where Ranma worked. Then there's Yuka, wife of Hiroshke Ohara, the guy who wrote the scripts in many of Ranma's movies. The dreadful manner in which Ranma died makes it difficult to say much more about the man. We all remember his thirst for life and his desire to be the best martial artist of all. There's not much else to say. Ranma was Ranma. At any rate, he's gone. He didn't go out with a whimper. He went out with a bang."

"That was pretty good, Ryoga," Nabiki says, getting up. "Here's all the paperwork for Ranma's estate. The only assets he had were this house which is heavily mortgaged and the car out back which has a huge loan on it." After removing the contents from her attache case, Nabiki grabs her coat and leaves. "This house should have everything you need. If there's anything else, you can call me. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Nabiki."

After Nabiki walks out the door, Sayuri walks over to Ryoga. "That was a nice eulogy. Er,uh."

"Yes?"

Sayuri looks away from Ryoga with some embarrassment. "I left a pink bikini swimsuit here some time ago. If you find it could you send it back to me?"

"Sure. No problem."

"Oh, goodie. Now it's time for me to get going. I have a woman's meeting in an hour and I don't want to be late."

"I understand. Goodbye, Sayuri," Ryoga says as he plumps himself down on the chair in front of all the paperwork Nabiki left him.

Then Yuka walks over to him. "I left a very expensive evening gown here some time ago. It's light blue. If you find it could you send it back to me? It's very expensive."

"Sure. I'll send it back to you when I find it."

During this time the workers begin to pick up the chairs and everything from the funeral. In a matter of minutes they finish clearing the room of the previously rented material. "That's it, bub. Sorry your friend passed away. Will there be anything else?"

"No. That will be all."

"Then we'll be taking our leave. Good night."

"Ah, yes. Thank you. Good night." Ryoga looks around the empty house, gets up and plops himself on the couch. "I could really use some sleep right now."

The former lost boy takes off his dress jacket, tie and shoes to make himself more comfortable. In a couple of minutes after laying down, Ryoga falls asleep.

"What's that?" Ryoga wakes up in the middle of the night to some excessive knocking. "Who's bothering me at this hour?" Ryoga gets up and opens the front door and sees nobody there. "What's going on here?" Then he goes back inside. "I can sense the presence of another person here. "

"Hello?"

Ryoga turns towards the patio where there's a beautiful, young woman standing there, staring off into space. She only wears a pair of men's shorts, revealing a bosomy, curvy physique that would make any head turn. The lass is fair skinned with red hair done up in a pigtail.

"The memorial service is over. Everyone has gone home," Ryoga says a little bit testy, opening the sliding glass door a little bit.

"I..."

"Who are you? And why are you naked? Aren't you cold?" Ryoga asks aghast, noticing the strange woman's state of undress.

"I don't know. Sorry about this."