Cologne was no idiot. The march to bring Shampoo's bride was going nowhere in a hurry. Her partner had a number of previous engagements, all setup by his idiotic father. She had trusted Shampoo to take care of this, to forcefully take her prized husband back home, but something had happened.
And then it had grown somewhat more complicated. As time drew on, it seemed less and less like her granddaughter was a proud Amazon woman who let nothing stand in her way, a warrior with a steely glare and a dagger demeanor to all but the man who had bested her, twice. In two different forms.
No, Cologne noted. Shampoo... had become cheery. Wide-eyed, enthusiastic, giggling and laughing. She'd grown attached to her support in terminal, her Neko Hanten, and serving customers (a thought which bewildered Cologne for some time, until she realized all of the praise and work and admiration the visitors had for her. )
Even worse... she'd made friends. Cologne wouldn't have minded, normally, as allies in a foreign land were most definitely needed.
But to the other "brides" of Ranma? Surely it was some trick to be played.
But no. Shampoo never really put the effort into killing those obstacles anymore. In fact, it wasn't all that uncommon for the girls, the chef Ukyo Kuonji, and Akane Tendo, heir to her Father's dojo, to even share a bath and silently compare notes. Not that either could compare to Shampoo.
The only person who really could was the groom himself. They had all formed a light circle, common interests and ideas. The girls only really fought when the subject of Ranma's marital status came up, brought in by the elders, and usually ended in a draw.
While the two fools Genma and Soun would bullheadedly insist that on Akane to retain their dojo's legacy, Cologne learned. Something unique had occurred. The circumstances and grown far to thick and interwoven to assert anything without contract or proof.
And so she study. She piled over books of Japanese law, trying, some way, to resolve the issue once and for all. It would have to be Japanese law; Amazon, she already knew, was cut and dry when it came to such matters, but unless they made their way back to the Chinese forests where Shampoo's village was, it was uselessly barbaric and would never hold.
Day and night she study Nermina Ordinances and code, Japanese codes.
And then one day.
"The Law of the Lovers?" She mumbled to herself as she caressed the page flat, peering over the subtext with vigor. With each sentence, her smirk grew and grew.It was jumbled, as most laws are, coding and phrasing transforming a few short phrases into a page and a half.
This... could do... She thought to herself, as she stuck a mark in the page. But... would the girls be able to accept it?"