Chapter 2
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"Ah son-in-law your awake." an old voice spoke as Ranma opened his eyes.
"Ol Ghoul?"
*WHAP*
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!??"
"Just cause your injured boy is no reason to speak to your elders like that." she chided.
"Oh man what hit me." He said sitting up.
"A very powerfull man I would say son-in-law."
"I knew that. But how could he copy something I had just made up myself."
"But son-in-law you did that yourself against the shi-shi-hokodan."
"Yeah ok so that one time but that was a simple technique this one isn't."
"The technique does not matter it only shows that this man is your superior in strength, speed, technique, and overall he was better."
"Don't worry i'll get him next time."
Ranma got up and hobbled/ran out the doorway his healing body impeeding his way."
"Son-in-law I don't know why you got mixed up with such a dangerous individual."
***
The flight to his home took the man to long in his estimation. He sat in the lap of luxury but could not content himself he needed combat. He needed to test his skill, and to conquer his opponents.
He sipped another drink from his now cold cup of tea. His man servant came up and poured him a hot cup.
"Ranma Saotome, I hope you will be a worthy opponent and possible heir." He smiled to himself at the thought.
***
Ranma didn't even stop to tell anyone where he was going. He just knew he had to go. If not to beat the man but to prove to himself that he was the strongest, the best, what he lived for. The only comfort that he had was that he had a purpose to fight now. He didn't fight in the defense of another but for now he was going to fight for the sheer thrill of it. Something that was lacking with his usually attacks by what he thought of as one time rivals.
He looked out the window of the plane that he had scrounged up enough money to buy a ticket to Germany. Though it had cost him a tremendous amount of yen to get it he wasn't too worried. After all the money Nabiki made was from him so he had half the profits. Though they had played the game of making it seem as though they were at each others throats it worked out rather well.
***
"ARGH where is that baka!" Akane yelled smashing another practice dummy into the ground.
"Really sis you should settle down. Besides I know where Ranma is going." Nabiki said while holding a camera.
"Where?!" Akane said angry once again.
"That will be 10000 yen please." She said smiling.
"There is no way i'm paying that much money Nabiki." Akane said walking into the house to go take a bath.
Nabiki smirked as she went inside. When Ranma had asked her to do this it was out of the fact that she would get more money. But, now she was in it for the sheer humor of what was gonna happen when Ranma didn't come back. 'Ranma you owe me BIG for this.'
Taking out a cell phone she dialed the number for the Ucchans.
~Hello~
"Yes Ukyo I got some information on Ranma since he told me he was gonna leave for while, and I thought you would like to have it."
Nabiki's eyes narrowed and her smile grew wider. 'This is just too easy.'
***
High in a castle over hanging a cliff the massive Krauser organ rang music out through the surrounding countryside. The man inside played like a proffesional but looked more like an american football player with his large armor.
"Soon the boy will be here to fight me again. Maybe now I will have an heir." He smiled at his own private joke as he continued to play.
***
The plane Ranma was on landed at the closest point to Krausers castle. It was a cold place but had a lot of natural beauty. A long cab trip took him to a secluded spot that he had decided to train at while preparing for the fight with the man that beat him.
Ranma smiled as he looked at the small clearing.
"It's perfect."
***
Terry Bogard walked along the backalley of one of the many German cities. His face covered in stuble and his body hagard and clothes torn. His eyes half closed registered people ahead but he trudged past. One took a shot at him and he fell to the side crashing through a trash can. Though he barely felt the blows he knew they were beating on him.
After they stopped he got up and proceeded on his quest down the street. His senses picked up a large aura flowing across the city from the north. Deciding it might help his spirits he started to walk forward the alchohal in his system fading as he worked his body.
He pushed through the trees that he entered while exiting the city. Moving faster he felt the aura heat up slightly. The trees gave way to an open clearing. Signs of a battle were everywhere. In the center stood a young girl no older than 15 or 16 hunched over slightly breathing heavily. A large crater lay in front of her. Trees lay fallen all around the ground. Some burning and others sliced clean through as if there had been barely and resistance.
The girl seemed to notice him and he saw her hair flash a deep red in the moonlight. Her eyes flickered slightly before they were gone and she started to walk forward.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
The girl stopped and looked around before smiling or what he that was a smile through the durt that covered his face.
"I'm really sorry if this is your land but I was just doing some training here. If you want i'll repair any damages." She said bowing.
"No no it's not my land but how did you do all of this?" His curiosity peeked he watched her reaction from surprise to a look of pure confidence.
"Like this." She said raising a hand that had a faint outline around it that seemed to phase into existance and then there was a paw with 5 long claws sticking out. He gulped slightly as she swiped her hand and another tree fell the ground cut into 5 peices.
He edged a bit away as her body started to gain new outlines. Two large triangles formed on her head then filled in with what looked like cat ears. What seems like a long sash filled into a long tail which reached down past her knees. He saw her eyes lit up again and this time saw they had virtically slitted pupils. He gulped as she started to examine herself a little bit.
"Wow didn't know I could do this." She said in a midly amused tone before she hunched down and started to lick the back of a paw.
Ranma didn't know why she was doing this. For some reason it felt right to clean herself like this. Plus she felt satisfied and unafraid of herself. The constant fear of losing control wasn't there. It was as if the cat was gone, and the horrible terror that came with it.
Idly looking at the man she saw a tall man, taller than her male self. His body was well muscled and he moved with a sturdy grace that spoke of years of experience. The way he planted a foot before stepping spoke that he did not like aerial attacks but focused on the ground and defense of himself rather than going all out and attacking. Though that didn't mean he wouldn't attack but would wait till he though he had an opening.
"So who are you?" She asked.
"I believe I asked you first miss..."
"Oops forgot and it's Ranma Saotome." Ranma puzzled for a second. 'Why am I not being troubled by being called a miss?' pushing those thoughts aside she watched him again.
"My names Terry Bogard." He said with a small bow.
"You should take a bath Bogard-san." She said holding her nose with a hand and not the paw that was there before.
"I'm sorry I was out 'drinking'."
"How bout we go somewhere warm this place must get cold at night."
"Good idea."
As they both left Ranma was again with her attachments a man in overalls stepped out with a bo staff in hand. Running a hand across his bald head he decided on the report for the boss.
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"Ah son-in-law your awake." an old voice spoke as Ranma opened his eyes.
"Ol Ghoul?"
*WHAP*
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!??"
"Just cause your injured boy is no reason to speak to your elders like that." she chided.
"Oh man what hit me." He said sitting up.
"A very powerfull man I would say son-in-law."
"I knew that. But how could he copy something I had just made up myself."
"But son-in-law you did that yourself against the shi-shi-hokodan."
"Yeah ok so that one time but that was a simple technique this one isn't."
"The technique does not matter it only shows that this man is your superior in strength, speed, technique, and overall he was better."
"Don't worry i'll get him next time."
Ranma got up and hobbled/ran out the doorway his healing body impeeding his way."
"Son-in-law I don't know why you got mixed up with such a dangerous individual."
***
The flight to his home took the man to long in his estimation. He sat in the lap of luxury but could not content himself he needed combat. He needed to test his skill, and to conquer his opponents.
He sipped another drink from his now cold cup of tea. His man servant came up and poured him a hot cup.
"Ranma Saotome, I hope you will be a worthy opponent and possible heir." He smiled to himself at the thought.
***
Ranma didn't even stop to tell anyone where he was going. He just knew he had to go. If not to beat the man but to prove to himself that he was the strongest, the best, what he lived for. The only comfort that he had was that he had a purpose to fight now. He didn't fight in the defense of another but for now he was going to fight for the sheer thrill of it. Something that was lacking with his usually attacks by what he thought of as one time rivals.
He looked out the window of the plane that he had scrounged up enough money to buy a ticket to Germany. Though it had cost him a tremendous amount of yen to get it he wasn't too worried. After all the money Nabiki made was from him so he had half the profits. Though they had played the game of making it seem as though they were at each others throats it worked out rather well.
***
"ARGH where is that baka!" Akane yelled smashing another practice dummy into the ground.
"Really sis you should settle down. Besides I know where Ranma is going." Nabiki said while holding a camera.
"Where?!" Akane said angry once again.
"That will be 10000 yen please." She said smiling.
"There is no way i'm paying that much money Nabiki." Akane said walking into the house to go take a bath.
Nabiki smirked as she went inside. When Ranma had asked her to do this it was out of the fact that she would get more money. But, now she was in it for the sheer humor of what was gonna happen when Ranma didn't come back. 'Ranma you owe me BIG for this.'
Taking out a cell phone she dialed the number for the Ucchans.
~Hello~
"Yes Ukyo I got some information on Ranma since he told me he was gonna leave for while, and I thought you would like to have it."
Nabiki's eyes narrowed and her smile grew wider. 'This is just too easy.'
***
High in a castle over hanging a cliff the massive Krauser organ rang music out through the surrounding countryside. The man inside played like a proffesional but looked more like an american football player with his large armor.
"Soon the boy will be here to fight me again. Maybe now I will have an heir." He smiled at his own private joke as he continued to play.
***
The plane Ranma was on landed at the closest point to Krausers castle. It was a cold place but had a lot of natural beauty. A long cab trip took him to a secluded spot that he had decided to train at while preparing for the fight with the man that beat him.
Ranma smiled as he looked at the small clearing.
"It's perfect."
***
Terry Bogard walked along the backalley of one of the many German cities. His face covered in stuble and his body hagard and clothes torn. His eyes half closed registered people ahead but he trudged past. One took a shot at him and he fell to the side crashing through a trash can. Though he barely felt the blows he knew they were beating on him.
After they stopped he got up and proceeded on his quest down the street. His senses picked up a large aura flowing across the city from the north. Deciding it might help his spirits he started to walk forward the alchohal in his system fading as he worked his body.
He pushed through the trees that he entered while exiting the city. Moving faster he felt the aura heat up slightly. The trees gave way to an open clearing. Signs of a battle were everywhere. In the center stood a young girl no older than 15 or 16 hunched over slightly breathing heavily. A large crater lay in front of her. Trees lay fallen all around the ground. Some burning and others sliced clean through as if there had been barely and resistance.
The girl seemed to notice him and he saw her hair flash a deep red in the moonlight. Her eyes flickered slightly before they were gone and she started to walk forward.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
The girl stopped and looked around before smiling or what he that was a smile through the durt that covered his face.
"I'm really sorry if this is your land but I was just doing some training here. If you want i'll repair any damages." She said bowing.
"No no it's not my land but how did you do all of this?" His curiosity peeked he watched her reaction from surprise to a look of pure confidence.
"Like this." She said raising a hand that had a faint outline around it that seemed to phase into existance and then there was a paw with 5 long claws sticking out. He gulped slightly as she swiped her hand and another tree fell the ground cut into 5 peices.
He edged a bit away as her body started to gain new outlines. Two large triangles formed on her head then filled in with what looked like cat ears. What seems like a long sash filled into a long tail which reached down past her knees. He saw her eyes lit up again and this time saw they had virtically slitted pupils. He gulped as she started to examine herself a little bit.
"Wow didn't know I could do this." She said in a midly amused tone before she hunched down and started to lick the back of a paw.
Ranma didn't know why she was doing this. For some reason it felt right to clean herself like this. Plus she felt satisfied and unafraid of herself. The constant fear of losing control wasn't there. It was as if the cat was gone, and the horrible terror that came with it.
Idly looking at the man she saw a tall man, taller than her male self. His body was well muscled and he moved with a sturdy grace that spoke of years of experience. The way he planted a foot before stepping spoke that he did not like aerial attacks but focused on the ground and defense of himself rather than going all out and attacking. Though that didn't mean he wouldn't attack but would wait till he though he had an opening.
"So who are you?" She asked.
"I believe I asked you first miss..."
"Oops forgot and it's Ranma Saotome." Ranma puzzled for a second. 'Why am I not being troubled by being called a miss?' pushing those thoughts aside she watched him again.
"My names Terry Bogard." He said with a small bow.
"You should take a bath Bogard-san." She said holding her nose with a hand and not the paw that was there before.
"I'm sorry I was out 'drinking'."
"How bout we go somewhere warm this place must get cold at night."
"Good idea."
As they both left Ranma was again with her attachments a man in overalls stepped out with a bo staff in hand. Running a hand across his bald head he decided on the report for the boss.