Title: A Legend reborn
Author name: Trugeta

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ as well as Akira Toriyama and many others. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Note further that I don't own any of the trademarks mentioned in this story. In fact, I don't own anything. So suing is senseless.

First off a big round of thanks to my prereaders Rose Vaughn and HeWhoWalksTheEarth for doing a grand job on betaing this. If you, my readers, find any errors we missed please point them out and I'll fix them. Thanks.

This story takes place after Movie 10 of Dragonball Z and at the beginning of the Ranma series. It's an AU, and reviews are welcome and appreciated.


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Chapter 3: Amazon encounter


It is no secret that Ranma Saotome is a very deep sleeper. His father knew that, and he made frequent use of this fact. Honestly, an explosion could occur right next to him and he probably wouldn't take notice of it and sleep on. However, this had changed due to his transformation into a Saiyan. That was something Genma Saotome did not know.


Ranma was still a deep sleeper but he now possessed the senses and instincts of a warrior. And when Genma tried to wake his son in the usual fashion, namely by throwing a bucket of water into his face the Saotome patriarch got the surprise of his life.


Ranma suddenly blurred with movement from his sleeping place on the ground and evaded the watery attack. A few moments later a very surprised Genma felt that he was dangling from a strong, and what he estimated, unbreakable grip. Quite a few inches off of the ground. The feeling unnerved him like hell.


What unnerved the Saotome patriarch even more was the look in Ranma's eyes. It seemed as if the term annoyed as hell did not even begin to describe the expression in them.
"Oyaji, if ya ever gonna try wakin' me up like that again I'm gonna kick yer butt so bad that ya gonna wish ya had none. Got me?"


Still dangling from Ranma's grip Genma could do nothing more but nod. Something told him that he should really reconsider a lot about his son. Especially in face of the strength his son demonstrated so casually. To say that Genma was relieved when his son dropped him onto the ground would have been the understatement of the year.
"Oof!" Genma exclaimed when he suddenly landed on his butt.


The Saotome patriarch watched his son, who was grumbling to himself about 'stupid pandas who didn't deserve it any better', exit the hut. Genma knew for a fact that the guide was already up and about, and had apparently been for hours. He had seen a note on the table that he would be back around noon, but honestly, he did not care much. Was probably doing some weird and utterly useless duty or something, in Genma's opinion.


Slowly and cautiously Genma followed his son outside where the boy was presently doing a kata. He knew all the katas of his son, after all, he had taught them to the boy. But Genma had difficulties to follow his sons' movements as he executed one of the most complex katas there were. Ranma actually seemed to blur from vision from time to time and Genma wondered if his vision was playing tricks on him.


Genma was busy thinking about how he could turn his sons' transformation and its effects into an advantage for him when Ranma suddenly stopped his movements. He saw his son nod to himself and the boy walked over to a tree that stood in the adjacent area.


Ranma stopped a few inches away from the tree and raised his fist. Genma looked on in surprise. Surely the boy didn't want to… was Genma's thought before his son let his fist fly towards the tree. The Saotome patriarch wanted to throw a tantrum. Hadn't he taught the boy that punching a hole into a tree or anything else without the usage of ki would lead to severe injuries? Idiot boy!


However, Genma's eyes got as large as dinner plates at what happened next, Ranma's fist punched through the thick tree-trunk as if said trunk was made of paper. When Ranma pulled his fist back Genma could see that his son had made a sizable hole in the trunk. And that without any added ki! Phenomenal!


Genma's eyes narrowed in greed as he thought how he could promote the boy for pit-fights. All the money he could make! But first he had to know for sure.
"Boy, did you just punch a hole into that three without using your ki?"


His son turned around.
"Yeah, pop. That I did. Pretty cool, huh?"


Before Genma could answer, a new voice spoke up.
"That it is indeed, young one. Which is exactly the reason why you will be brought into our tribe."


Ranma whirled around. Damn! He had been too absorbed in what he had done, and he hadn't paid enough attention to their surroundings. That was a mistake he wouldn't repeat in the future. Scowling, the Saotome youth observed the newcomer, or rather newcomers.


Standing several yards away stood the weirdest sight Ranma had ever seen. A withered old crone stood over her staff, her long white mane almost reaching the ground. In all honesty, the old woman, at least Ranma thought that it was a woman, looked more like a troll.


The four women who accompanied her were a totally different matter. All of them breath-takingly beautiful, but Ranma instantly disliked the air of arrogance and believed superiority they exuded. Ranma surveyed them quickly and he noticed that all of them were unsurprisingly armed with several and varying weapons. The pigtailed boy gave the old crone a glare.
"And who d'ya think ya are that ya wanna decide my future?" he asked with a threatening growl, falling back into his old speech patterns so that he'd be underestimated.


The old woman sneered while the young women bristled.
"I am Kuh Lon, the head matriarch of the Joketsuzoku Chinese Amazons. And you, outsider, will be brought into the tribe once my great-granddaughter has challenged you. I have sensed your ki from afar and make no mistake, we will bring you into our tribe. Resistance is futile and will be punished severely, male."


With an unseen move of his hand Ranma told his father to retreat. Something the old man would surely have no objections against. The four young women looked like a piece of cake but there was something about that old crone. Ranma wondered briefly if the guide had been right. While his father retreated imperceptibly one of the young women stepped forward.


She had waist-length purple hair with small hair ornaments and was about 5'5" tall. The girl had brown eyes and she would have been cute had she not had such a ruthless and arrogant air about her. The warrior girl was carrying what appeared to be some kind of maces in both hands.
"You I challenge, outsider! I is Shampoo, great-granddaughter of Elder Cologne and warrior maiden of Joketsuzoku! I is village champion and I is defeat you." she exclaimed and switched into a ready stance.


Ranma glared first at her, then at the old crone.
"No. Ya must be freakin' crazy if ya believe I would join yer tribe. I have heard of yer stupid laws and I ain't gonna fight ya! If I win ya gonna drag me to yer village as yer husband where I'd live as some kinda breeding stock. So screw yer stupid laws! And b'sides, those are darn stupid names ya got there." he said and crossed his arms over his chest.


Shampoo looked at her great-grandmother in confusion. How could the outsider have heard of their rules? And what would she do now that he had refused her challenge? Great-grandmother would know. Hibachan always knew.


However, said great-grandmother was presently seething.
"I am the head matriarch of the Joketsuzoku, the honourable Chinese Amazon tribe of heroic woman warriors, boy, and the keeper of three thousand years of Amazon tradition. And you, male are a two hundred and more years too young to oppose me. Either give up and come with us or fight and lose. You won't leave here without a fight and should you lose to me you will be the husband of my great-granddaughter. And if we got stupid names then only because they translate inadequately into your inferior language, male." she said and spat the last word.


The Saotome youth started to seethe at the attitude of the old crone and the air around him began to charge with ki as Ranma brought his newly gained powers out. Confused and unsure the four younger women exchanged worried glances while the old crone stood her ground unimpressed. No upstart young punk would beat her. This foolish male was indeed 200 years too young to impress her with that feeble demonstration of what he though was power.


Ranma, on his part made no attempt to try to control his anger or to hide his contempt as he turned a pair of blazing eyes on the old crone.
"Ya gotta a serious attitude problem ya dried up ole mummy. But if ya wanna get the snot beaten outta ya be my guest. I warn ya, if ya don't keep yer word ya gonna regret it. If I win, ya and yer tribe leave me the hell alone."


The old woman snorted.
"You're in no position to make demands, outsider. But fine. As the outcome is clear from the beginning this will be the rules. Are you ready to face this one in combat and be defeated?" she asked as she prepared to attack.


The Saotome youth snorted right back.
"In yer dreams, ya old ghoul." he answered as he switched into a stance.


His tail was curled up securely around his waist and looked like the belt of his pants. Additionally it was hidden by the baggy shirt the guide had given him when he had ripped his old one. No, it would not do to present a weakness to an opponent like the one he was about to face. That Elder was dangerous, he could feel it.


Genma had switched into the Umi-sen-ken, so that those crazy women would not have the brilliant idea to hunt him too. While his son had involved those weird Amazons in a pointless talk he had used the occasion to bring some distance between himself and the area of conflict.


Now he was observing what was going on from a safe distance from above the springs, but still near enough as to watch the fight that was sure to come. It would be interesting to see how his son would fare against those crazy chicks now that he had been transformed by the spring. And fight the boy would. After all, his boy never backed down from a challenge.


Said boy was at the moment awaiting the initial attack of the old crone. If he had read the arrogant old bat right she'd be the one to attack first, and that was just how Ranma liked it. Thus was his fighting style that he'd let others attack first so that his quick mind could analyze the style his opponent used only to find weak points and counters.


Then the old woman attacked and Ranma had to admit that her speed was impressive. Before his transformation he would not have been able to even follow her movements, but now it was piece of cake. Ranma casually blocked the blow which was aimed for his mid-section and a surprised Kuh Lon jumped backwards with a snarl on her face.


How had the insolent youngling been able to block her attack? She should have been much faster than that outsider should have been able to follow! Regardless, she would emerge victorious, as always. Smiling evilly to herself she readied her next attack. Time for the big guns to decide this fight early in her favour.
"KACHUU TENSHIN AMAGURIKEN!" she exclaimed and suddenly her fists seemed to blur.


Ranma was surprised at the several hundred blows which were raining down on him and despite his new speed and toughness some managed to slip through his defences. Defences which were loads better than ever before, the Saotome youth noticed. He had not taken much damage, in fact it was minimal. Loosening up the parts where the old ghoul had actually managed to connect the Saotome youth smirked to himself.


His new body was fantastic! And due to his very much improved speed he had been able to see how the Elder had moved during the attack. Hmm, maybe he should return the favour. Yes, most definitely. With a smirk he said
"Normally I don't hit gals. But fer ya, I'll make an exception. B´sides ya old ghoul ceased bein' a gal a long time ago."


This incensed the Elder quite a lot, but before she could do anything she suddenly found herself under attack. And the outsider was using a speed attack like she had executed just a few moments ago! How was that possible? While she dodged and blocked the blows with her staff Cologne asked herself; 'what exactly this young man was'. She also noticed the increasing speed and strength behind the attacks and if she did not act fast the outsider would actually land a blow on her! Unthinkable!


She decided to up the ante and shot a blow for the outsiders' abdomen which he blocked with unnerving ease. Seconds later the two combatants were trading blows. Kuh Lon tried to hammer her staff against the side of Ranma's head but the attack only found air.


And she herself moved her right hand just in time to block a punch to her abdomen, then her left hand to stop a knee from her nose. Damn, this outsider was really good! And it seemed that he was getting better and better the longer the fight lasted. Not good in her book…


However, said outsider was quite enjoying himself and strived in the fight. The old ghoul was good, that he had to admit! She was probably even the best opponent he had faced up till now and her old age did not seem to hinder her in the slightest.


That would have been impressive and even admirable had said old ghoul not insulted him and was currently trying to drag him off into a stupid backwater village so that they could use him as a breeding machine.
"Gettin' tired already, old ghoul? I warned ya not to mess with Ranma Saotome!" he taunted.


The old ghoul growled as she countered a punch. For the moment she was able to keep the pace, but it really seemed as if the outsider got better and better throughout the fight; which was quite odd. Normally she managed to tire out even the most experienced opponents due to her huge ki-reserves she had acquired in 300 years but that youngling did not seem to tire in the least. In fact rather the opposite. Which was quite unnerving.


And already ten intense minutes of exchanging blows had passed. Maybe it was time to dig a bit deeper into her bag of tricks.
"Splitting Cat Hairs!" she suddenly exclaimed and split herself into numerous images of herself. The plan was simple. Her mirror images would enclose, circle and ultimately confuse her opponent while she herself would wait for an opening to attack.


Ranma was quite surprised by the move and the young Amazon women grinned to themselves in anticipation. Now their Elder was sure to win as there was no way that the outsider could counter that special attack. He had fought a good fight which made him even more valuable for the tribe. A male who could nearly hold his own against an Elder was indeed impressive and three young Amazon warriors envied one Xian-Pu for her future claim on the outsider male.


However, that envy came far too early. For Ranma was not out of the fight yet. Not by a long shot. The move had surprised him, that was true, but due to the fact that he was now able to sense ki so much better he never lost track of the real Cologne. He pretended to ward off the mirror images and wore a (how he hoped) sufficiently confused expression, but when the real Cologne attacked he was more than ready.


His fist suddenly shot forward and snapped the staff which had been aimed for his temple cleanly in half. Elder Cologne actually staggered back in surprise and left herself wide open for the following attack. A snap-kick to the mid-section kicked her high up in the sky and the Elder landed undignified fifty feet away.
'Damn that outsider. What does he think I am? A ball to kick? For that he will pay! I can think about how that brat managed to overcome my splitting technique and block me later, first I have to punish him! Disobedient male, I will show you your place!' she thought fiercely as she got to her feet with a snarl.


Then the Elder produced another gnarled staff from her stuff-space and used her Amaguriken speed to cover the distance that separated her from the outsider. Who presently smirked.
"Do ya really think that anuther staff is gonna help ya? I ain't thinking that."


The Elder snarled. As much as she hated to admit it the insolent boy was probably right. She had not done much damage in hand-to-hand, so maybe it was now time for some tricks. Yes, the Elder mused, some pressure points could surely be of help here.


Suddenly the Elder used her staff to catapult herself up and behind Ranma and the youth was surprised when the hands of the old ghoul all but caressed his back. He just wanted to ask her why the heck she was fondling him when he noticed that his arms were suddenly locked in place. As much as he tried, he could not move them. Quite displeasing, that.


With a snarl that was as much directed at the old ghoul as at himself he turned to Cologne. Damn, he had let his guard down.
"What did ya do to me, ya old ghoul?" he growled out.


Said old ghoul smirked.
"As the knowledge won't help you in the least I feel I can tell you. I used a few pressure points to lock your arms in place. They will be absolutely unusable for a few hours. And the same thing will happen to your legs in a few moments. Face it, outsider: you have lost." she gloated. "Now you're going to be an obedient male and will marry my great-granddaughter."


Ranma seethed. How dare this old dried up mummy! Fighting with unfair means and locking his muscles in place! What coward did something like that? The emotions of the Saotome youth had been unstable ever since he had received his new body and now his anger boiled over.


With a yell he brought out his battle-aura, only that his usually blue battle-aura was now deep red and at least three times as large as normal. He felt how his anger unlocked more and more power and suddenly the flow of raw power overcame the blockade Ranma had felt in his muscles.


As soon as Ranma had begun to put out his battle-aura the smirk had disappeared from Colognes' face. The boy could produce a battle-aura! And that was one of the largest examples she had ever seen! Her resolve grew. She had to bring this boy into the tribe at all costs, for he was prime breeding material! Any offspring from him would make the Joketsuzoku stronger until they would be all but unstoppable!


Her eyes glazed over at the thought of overthrowing the weaklings in Beijing and distracted as she was she missed the snarl Ranma emitted when he finally overcame the blockade in his muscles. A second later the Elder felt a sharp pain in her jaw as something hard connected with her chin.


The four young Amazon women who were standing aside from the actual battlefield wore shocked expressions on their faces. How in Athena's name had the outsider overcome the pressure points the Elder had used? Normally those were very potent and served to lock anyone's muscles in place! What was this outsider male?


Cologne for her part felt like a golf-ball as she was catapulted into the distance by the punch. That her jaw was not broken was pure luck and inwardly she cursed herself for letting her guard down like that. In the distance she could see a still seething outsider, and if her vision was not playing any tricks the boy seemed to have grown and increased in muscle mass. Odd.


The Elder felt that she had no other choice now. Using this attack was always dangerous as the outcome was so unpredictable. Especially here. The outsider could even land in one of the springs and that would be a pity. Damaged goods always were. But in face of how the fight was going she was willing to risk it for the tribe.


Getting to her feet once more with the aid of her staff she readied herself. Conventional attacks were useless as had been proven and now it was time for the big guns. Cologne nodded to herself. Time to use one of her most devastating attacks in her arsenal: the Hiryu Shoten Ha.


And the Elder began right away with switching into the Soul of Ice which was an integral part of the attack. Normally the opponent had to be brought to generate an aura of hot ki but that was no problem right now considering how utterly pissed the outsider was.


Then the attacker had to circle the opponent in spiral form while applying the Soul of Ice technique to hold onto the cold aura. And when the mixture was ready one released the cold ki into the hot ki of the opponent. This was usually more than enough to beat any opponent, and Cologne was confident that this attack would be more than enough to defeat the outsider.


Nobody had ever lasted against one of her Hiryu Shoten Ha, and considering their power-levels this was quite unlikely to change in the present situation. When she was through with the outsider he would be bloody, bruised and broken. And ready to be carted off to the village. Cologne could see it before her eyes: this would be one of her greatest triumphs in a very long time.


Slowly the Elder began to draw her enemy towards her and she blocked each of his attacks with her staff or her arms, even if with difficulty. She was the best in using the Hiryu Shoten Ha in the entire tribe and staying in the spiral pattern was child's play for her. Cologne carefully kept her Soul of Ice up while she drew Ranma in an ever tighter spiral, and one quick look at the aura of the boy told her that he was indeed putting out a very hot aura.


Deeming him 'ready' Cologne finally released her cold ki into the hot ki of Ranma.
"HIRYU SHOTEN HA!" she yelled and a huge tornado suddenly swept a surprised Ranma off of his feet.


The air currents inside the whirlwind were intense and shredded his clothes, and even Genma who had watched the whole fight from afar was somewhat worried about the boy. Inside the whirlwind Ranma was chiding himself for letting his guard down yet again. He had wondered why the old ghoul had led him into that strange spiral pattern but now he knew the answer. She had wanted to draw him into a trap and it had worked.


Had he still had his old body he would have lost. Hopelessly. But his new body was apparently a lot tougher. It did hurt quite a lot and the cuts and bruises he received from the air-currents were nothing to laugh at. Hmm, how could he disrupt this thing?


The tornado was quite powerful and apparently it had been fuelled by his own power. That he had guessed from taking a look at their auras just now. The Elders aura was still cold while his was burning hot. Had Ranma had any knowledge in thermodynamics he would have had an immediate answer.


But one must not know the working principles of something to see and feel its effects. That a powerplant delivered energy into households was common knowledge without knowing the working principles behind it. Though inwardly Ranma longed to learn these techniques. For the whirlwind-attack he had some pointers and he'd try out his theory as soon as he had the time. Right now other matters were important. Like getting out of this damn whirlwind!


Ranma could guess the plan of the Elder easily. The whirlwind should throw him around and injure him until he would pass out. Then they would be able to collect him and would carry him into their village where they could do whatever it was that they wanted to do with him. Probably have their way with him if he had evaluated the crazy chicks' attitudes correctly.


Would he ever allow that? No freakin' way! No bunch of stupid macho chicks would get him! No, Ranma Saotome did not and would not lose! Concentrating his thoughts on the annoying, arrogant old ghoul and the stupid, arrogant chicks Ranma brought out the anger in him. Once more he felt the feeling of raw power and when he brought out his battle-aura this time it felt more like a power-up than anything else.


The muscles in his whole body were suddenly charged with power and ki, and with a yell he brought out his battle-aura to what he felt was its current maximum. A maximum that was sufficient to completely disrupt the tornado. Unfortunately the whirlwind dissipated several feet in the air and as Ranma had not learned how to fly as of yet he landed hard in one of the many springs with a huge splash.


The five Amazons were standing some distance away and they were looking at the spring with curiosity. As what would the outsider emerge? Was it something gruesome or would it make the disobedient male more docile? The question was answered soon when Ranma emerged from the pool, completely unchanged. The guide had been right; the magic of Jusenkyo could not touch him any more. Ranma Saotome was indeed blessed by Jusenkyo. Fact that made five Amazons face-fault. This was unheard of and made the male the more valuable! They had to get him!


Ranma, for his part, was battered and bruised, but sure as hell not beaten. As he shook the water out of his hair he felt the incredulous stares of five females on him, and Cologne had nearly fallen off of her staff when she had seen what the outsider had pulled off. Not that he had not only disrupted one of her Hiryu Shoten Ha, with his own power, to boot, no, he had also emerged from a cursed spring completely unchanged! They had to bring him into the tribe at all costs!
° Xian Pu, She Ar, Har Ra, So Ap, we will attack the outsider together. This is too important for the tribe as that we could allow him to get away! Follow my lead. Now! °


The four younger women looked at each other and nodded. Each drew their favourite weapon and followed the Elder, honoured that they would be allowed to actually assist an Elder in battle. That the actions which the Elder undertook now were dishonourable was put in the back of their minds.


Ranma noticed what the Amazons planned and seethed even more.
"So that is how ya keep yer word! Getting' help in a one-on-one fight, huh? Honourable, huh? Doncha make me laugh ya dried up old ghoul! Can't fight yer own fights, how pathetic!" he spat.


The four younger Amazons were taken aback by the harsh words of the outsider. Maybe because they were true. The Elder sensed this, and countered.
° Don't listen to the outsider. He is a male and males don't know what they're talking about. This is for the best of the tribe, children. So don't hesitate to attack the insolent male with all you have got. He has to be brought to his knees for his insolence! For the tribe! °


This convinced the young women. They had been taught from early on that the Elders were always right, and when an Elder said that it would be all for the best of the tribe who were they to doubt the Elder?

° For the tribe! ° they chorused and entered the battle.


Normally Ranma had his reservations about hitting women but right now he was seething mad. What did those stupid macho chicks think who they were? At first they offered him an 'honourable' challenge without which he would not be allowed to left. So either fight or give up. Oh so many choices! Then when he had grudgingly accepted the challenge the old crone used underhanded tricks in an honourable fight. Not nice.


But what she did now topped things. Instead of finishing the fight by herself she involved the girls. How very honourable.
"If this is how honourable the Chinese Amazons are then I hope ya all dry up 'n die!" he exclaimed.


His mind was in full battle-mode, and as the biggest threat the Elder had to be put out of commission before he'd deal with the girls. They were, gauging from what he had observed, biddies compared to the Elder. Ranma nodded briefly to himself before he suddenly shot forward, too fast even for the Elder to see. He was already very pissed and the anger he was feeling fuelled his powers and enhanced them.


Moments later Cologne felt her staff snap under a multitude of blows and mere seconds later it rained pieces of wood. The Elder barely had time to react as she brought up her tiny arms but she was way too late to block the blow that send her flying once more.
'This is getting old.' she thought as she flew through the air like a somewhat oversized football.


But instead of letting up like the last times the outsider ignored the other targets completely and followed her trajectory. This was completely unexpected as she had estimated that the outsider would attack the young warriors first and remove them from the battlefield. Which would have given her enough time to recover. Most unfortunate.


Then it suddenly dawned on her. She had forgotten that the outsider knew their rules! He knew that if he knocked only one of the young warriors out he'd be her husband by Amazon law. That was why he was about to attack her! From her he could hardly run away considering her experience and skill. And the boy had probably known this and was now about to attack her. Well, let him.


Colognes eyes widened in surprise however when she saw that the outsider actually overtook her and positioned himself in her flight-path. The Elder overcame her surprise and stretched out her tiny arms in an attempt to touch vital pressure points on the chest of the outsider, but before she could make contact in her now somewhat controlled flight her hands were caught. The next thing Elder Cologne knew was that she was thrown into the air from where she was kicked against a tree via a brutal roundhouse-kick.


The impact was hard and what she had left of her ki-reserves did little to prevent injuries. Cologne felt how especially her right side suffered greatly. The self-awareness of her body told her that she had mild internal injuries, one broken arm and a broken leg. Bah! She had been off far worse. Instantly she redirected her ki-flows to overcome the injuries and then she produced yet another staff from her stuff-space. She propped herself off of the ground with difficulty. That had been one blow!


When she looked for the outsider she noticed that he was gone. Cologne looked around frantically before she engaged her ki-and aura-senses and when she felt his presence and still rising power-level her eyes widened. He was…


"Here!" suddenly a voice exclaimed and her vision exploded in pain. Ranma had landed a hard blow right into the face of the Elder which left her half-unconscious. Not feeling any remorse in face of what she had done to him and especially in face of what she had planned for him Ranma finally punched her lights out.


Cologne fell over unconscious, defeated for the first time in 200 years. And upon seeing their Elder going down like that, at the hands of a male outsider to boot the four Amazons, one of them the great-granddaughter of said defeated Elder, saw red. They attacked in a blurry of blunt and sharp weapons but Ranma was able to dodge each and every blow.


From his father he had learned the basics of each weapon style, and especially how to disarm a weapons user. And even though his father despised fighting with weapons for some reason he had taught his son enough to hold his own in a fight.


Ranma concentrated on the one Amazon with the bon bouri's, and when the girl attacked his used his superior speed to disarm her. Then, with one swift evasive manoeuvre he led the two other Amazons, She Ar and Har Ra clash against each other and the two women could not stop in time and actually knocked themselves out.


Now a fuming Xian-Pu and a seething So Ap were the last Amazons left on the battlefield. Xian Pu stared at him in anger and produced a vicious looking sword from her stuffspace, fact that made Ranma raise a brow in interest.
"This one get you for what you done to hibachan, outsider!" she exclaimed and attacked with her sword.


To Ranma she was moving in slow motion and it was child's play to dodge her attacks. Even when the other Amazon added her sword attacks to the mix they could do nothing to endanger Ranma. The pigtailed boy simple used the bon bouri's to block everything and after a short while both Amazons were disarmed.


However, he wanted to clear out of the area before the old ghoul came to. Untold what the old mummy would do when she was in the game again.
"Gotta go now, ladies. I ain't saying it was fun, cause it wasn't." he said with a snarl.


Then Ranma blurred from sight, remembering well what the guide had told him. Don't, under any circumstances, hit a warrior of the Joketsuzoku. The Elders were fair game as they had already done their duty to the tribe and had born children.


The two stupid chicks had knocked themselves out so no danger there. And honestly he did not care what the stupid tribe would do about the fact that he had defeated an Elder. They could all go and screw themselves for all he cared. And now it was finally time to get out of this crazy area. The sooner, the better! Crazy chicks!


Using his speed Ranma got away nearly unseen by the crazy chicks and soon Ranma and his father who had joined his son and had made himself known were on the run from a bunch of angry Chinese Amazons. In the following weeks the two Amazons Xian Pu and So Ap proved to be quite persistent, but finally Ranma and Genma managed to lose them. Their destination was now Japan, to be exact, the Nerima ward, Tokyo.


to be continued…


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