Tenchi sighs at the question. He looks at Mamoru and goes into a long explanation of their past adventures and what he thought was his first and last encounter with the Space Goddess Tsunami. Turned out that she had merged with Sasami in order to save her life. When Sasami is of age they will become one. He had no idea when that would occur.
Mamoru looks at him with disbelieving eyes. "You have got to be kidding me. Little Sasami is assimilated with a demi-god? She is what... 9 - 10 years old? That's a lot of responsibility for one so young."
Tenchi nods in an affirmative. "It was a surprise to us all. Sasami had been traumatized for a very long time thinking that she is a creation of Tsunami and not the real Sasami. To make matters worse, I'm suppose to chose a second wife under Jurain Law due to my position as a prince for the planet Jurain. I don't share the same feelings I have for Sasami/Tsunami with any of the other girls. My feelings for them are plutonic at best. Ryoko ... dear Ryoko, back when she was still imprisoned she watched me grow up. Aunt Ayeka is attached to me out of duty... though I do imagine she does love me. Little Washu ... I don't even want to go there. By the way, don't ever go into her lab alone." Mamoru nods his head in an affirmative that he got the message, made a copy of it, and filed it away in triplicate. "Mihoshi ... Ever since I've saved her she has been infatuated with me. Kiyone ... I really don't know if she is interested or not and is probably the most levelheaded of the bunch. In retrospect Ryoko has the strongest emotional attachment to me, and alliance wise it would be a good thing if I were marrying out of duty alone; however, I won't do that to any one of them. If I can't return their feelings 100%, then why should I hurt them any one of them by pretending to.
Mamoru takes several long minutes to think about what he has been told. He had only thought Ranma's life had been complicated. Here Tenchi is facing some of the most powerful women in the known universe. How could he even begin to give this poor lad any kind of advice? "Tenchi, I can see you have given this some serious thought already. Why do you feel such a need to rush it?"
Tenchi sighs at the question put to him. "Mamoru ... We are so young compared to them. They age considerably slower than us. Their ages range from 700 to 25,000 year plus. My own ageing process has already slowed down to a crawl due to my connection to Tsunami. Fearing that they may become old maids ... they have grown understandably impatient.
Mamoru let his chin hit the floor at this bit of news. 'It's way more complicated than I had ever thought. What the hell have I gotten myself into?' "My friend, you've got a serious problem." ... 'Geeze, I thought Ranma had it bad.' "I'd like to consult my sister on this. She is in there right now telling her own life story, and her observations to Ranma's response to all the attention. Maybe they have already come to their own conclusions and decisions. I think the best path is to get them to back off and give you some breathing room. While at the same time thinking about not being chosen. It will happen and each of them will have to come to terms with your decision in their own way. Better to start thinking about it now."
Mamoru was glad to see Tenchi visibly relax at this suggestion. Tenchi decided to speak after relaxing. "If we could just get them to back off. That would be more than I've hoped for recently."
The two men left the kitchen and walked into a somber situation. All the girls were looking down at the floor in silent reflection. They sweat drop when they notice Ukyou silently polishing her big ass battle spatula in the corner. Mamoru walks over and sits down next to her and whispers, "What's up?" Ukyou looks back at him and mouths later. She then suddenly speaks up, "My brother and I are calling it a night." The duo bid their host a good night and head to their assigned guest room with two futons already made up. Mamoru gathered up his nightclothes and left the room to give Ukyou her privacy. That was something neither was use to while on the road for the last two weeks.
Upon returning to the room he discovered Ukyou was already in bed staring up at the ceiling. After getting himself situated she spoke. "Did we really look like that around Ranma?" Mamoru could not lie to her, "You all certainly did. Just not to their extreme." He let that sink in before asking his question, "So what did you tell them?" Ukyou continues to look up at the ceiling, "I told them what they were doing to Tenchi. I also told them about stubborn male pride, and to mentally prepare themselves for rejection." She lets several moments drift by as she battles her own demons. "If only someone had given me that advice. I would have been able to move on more smoothly. The pain would have been less. Why did you not help us out more?" Mamoru takes the time to look at the ceiling himself. "I dropped the ball on that one sis. I was so caught up in helping Ranma that I missed the rest of the big picture. I'm sorry. If I had it to do all over again I would have taken the time to speak to each of you on a individual bases."
Ukyou considers his apology. It was not the explanation she was looking for, but it would have to do. He had been thrown into a situation he was not trained for. Most people would have broken down mentally at what was thrown at him. He is a strong individual. "Apology accepted." Silence surrounded them for several moments. "So, what did you say to him?" Mamoru appreciated the change of subject, "Keep in mind this situation is slightly different. I essentially told him the same thing I told Ranma. That he should not feel pressured to make a decision, but the longer he waited the more painful for the person, or in this case persons he did not choose. Believe it or not, he has already chosen. He is just like Ranma; however, he did not want to hurt any of the other's feelings."
Ukyou drops her vigilance of the plain white ceiling in the room. She turns her head to look at Mamoru. "He has already chosen? Who? When? What do you mean by persons? Has he told her?" Mamoru laughs at the unending stream of questions and turns to look at her, "Calm down sis. As to when, a few months back. He has not yet told her. As to persons... He is a prince and is expected to marry more than one person according to his mother's side of the family. As to who ... That's a little hard to explain."
Mamoru's eyes sparkled as he explained the whole situation to her. Her mouth remained constantly open. Even after he had finished explaining the situation she remained silent. Finally she regained her composer. "I would have never guessed that. Well, our job is easier than expected." Mamoru looked at her as if she had grown two head. "What do you mean easier?" His only response was a snore.
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The daily training sessions were grueling to everyone involved. Mamoru could not produce a coherent thought and Ukyou was not doing much better. Both loved it as the sweat poured off their brows. Tenchi had found himself dreading the day those two had ever showed up. His grandfather had pushed their training to unbelievable proportions. Even Ayeka and Ryoko who had decided to join in to impress Tenchi were finding the training difficult. The days consisted of breakfast, training, lunch, training, dinner and stories about Ranma's childhood, and then more training before sleep. The cycle would begin again the next morning. The girls found themselves mesmerized as they heard about Ranma's training and the hell his father put him though. They had all agreed to punish the Panda on the Neko Training should they ever meet. They laughed at some of the more strange martial arts Ranma had to train in: Tea House, Cheerleading, and Eating. Ryoko was particularly interested it the Eating one. They had looked on in horror when they learned Ranma had to hide form his mother to stay alive, and were glad of how accepting she was when she learned the truth. Ryoko had decided to space the Kunos at the first opportunity. Mamoru managed to talk her out of it. That did not mean they would not have fun with a guided tour and an airlock.
One evening Washu and Yosho had pulled Mamoru aside for an evening chat. They had covered his and Ukyou's progress. Mamoru did have some issues that had been bothering him. "As you know, I was not in the best of shape when I started this journey. How on Earth have I been able to move so far so quickly in just under three months? I can understand the Ki channels being open up helped out a lot strength and conditioning wise; however, my eye hand coordination has never been what I would call stellar. I stunk at video games and sports in general. My balance due to medical problems that were not corrected early enough is even worse. In fact I never even considered taking up Martial Arts because of this fault. Now I'm finding myself being able to leap small building in a single bound. Pulling of stunts that would have landed me in the hospital, and feats I would have considered impossible. I know the Ki manipulation I received could not of had that much of an effect on my equilibrium and eye hand coordination.
Washu looked him over. "You're fairly sure of this aren't you?"
Mamoru looked back at her. "I received physical therapy, balance training, and speech therapy because of these problems. I would trip for no reason. Because of this my self-confidence always lacked."
Yosho "And now?"
Mamoru "It still is. I feel as if I'm stumbling my way through the dark dealing with each problem as it is thrown at me. I'm terrified at some point I'll screw up and get someone killed. I was never trained for any of this. ... Sure I took psychology with my business classes, but nothing, and I mean nothing ever prepared me for the kind of decisions I've had to make in the past few months." Mamoru looked down at the ground. He felt like a little toddler before these two."
Yosho grabbed Mamoru by the shoulders and told him to look up at him. "You have done a fine job so far. You have a square head on your shoulders and a keen mine. Many people would have gone crazy over what you have had to deal with. I have noticed some issues with your balance. You always seem to overcompensate. Now that I know why, we will try to work on it. You have Ranma's skills in you mind right now. You have been drawing on it successfully. I've seen you train yourself over your shortcomings so I have not said anything. Now I want you to draw on his confidence. Just do yourself a favor and don't get cocky, or your worst fear will come true.
Washu breaks in. "I've watched you myself from afar. I've noticed the problems you have been fighting. You have come very far. I imagine Ranma's mind is more integrated with you than any of us has suspected. Build that self confidence Mamoru and the rest will follow."
Mamoru considers what they have discussed. He had revealed what he considered his deepest darkest weaknesses. "Thank you for the pep talk. Now if you will excuse me, I will retire for the night and reflect on this conversation." He bows and walks away. 'Why the hell did I tell them that? Now they probably think I'm some kind of crybaby with to many problems."
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Washu looked at the semi-young prince of Jari. "Do you think he will accomplish his goals?"
Yosho looked down at the scientific genius. "He is more than ready now ability wise; however, he can go much, much further. Self-confidence wise, we have much further to go than I ever expected. He needs some sort of battlefield experience per say. He would make an excellent leader if the need ever arises. I don't know what to do with him. I don't like the interference he has done with Tenchi; then again, he has help build up his self-confidence so I really can't complain. The girls seemed to calm down a lot with Ukyou's on experience and influence. He has now idea how quickly he can evaluate a situation and act upon a decision. His ability to delegate is so intergraded that the people around him don't even realize he is doing it. Heck I don't think he realizes it himself. I've even caught Ayeka and Ryoko looking towards him for instructions in our mock battle training sessions. I would have expected them to fight over that role. I've also seen him step back and listen to someone with superior knowledge on a situation. Its almost like he has given up his leadership role. Then slowly it slides back to him. I don't know what to make of this."
(AN: Hehe, using a bit of the research I've read on my generation's group leadership tendencies. Set a group of Xers in the same room with a task and the leadership role could change several times.)
Washu considers this and reflects silently for several moments. "Let me do some mental training with him. Put him through some decision-making scenarios and run the probability equations on past events. Also I would like to run some test on him to see just why he is doing so well. Something is amiss, and I have no idea what."
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The training, Washu experiments and conditioning, and dinnertime chats went on for several months until the Goddess Wars interrupted it. To Ukyou and Mamoru's disappointment they had to sit that one out. The duo did find their moment of glory when they managed to thwart one of the arch villains plans, which was of a great help to the team. (AN: When I see OVA 3, I will go back and write something.) After the war Mamoru and Ukyou found themselves on the Planet of Jurai continuing their training with the elite troops of the Emperor. They soon became no challenge to either one of them.
Mamoru laughed to him self as he made his weekly call to home office to make sure things were running smoothly. Some of his clients were getting impatient at his prolonged absence. It had been almost ten months since he had left the States in order to better himself. He had made a few trading deals on the side, and the political contacts would be most helpful on his next task. He just hoped that he had not assumed too much.
As all good things, the training had to come to an end. They could no longer put off the rescue of Ranma. His clients were being a bunch of asses. While their training could go further they did not have the time. It had been over a year since Ranma's kidnapping. It was time for the viper to pay the piper, and the viper would definitely soil its pants when Mamoru presented the bill.
Tenchi had finally made his intentions known when Sasami and Tsunami merged prematurely during the Goddess War. The girls had accepted his decision with sad hearts and grace, which surprised Tenchi greatly. It could have been considerably worse if not for the intervention of Mamoru and Ukyou.
Ayeka had slide easily back into society. Helping both Tenchi and her new little sister/goddess into their new roles as heirs to the thrown. Yosho had quietly stepped aside. No one could dare argue with what Tenchi had done for goddess and empire.
Ryoko went up quickly in the Military ranks of the empire. Not even her superiors would dare tick her off. Hell, for all intents and purposes, she was the bloody military.
The two galaxy police officers became official delegates to the Jurain Empire. Kiyone was walking on cloud nine with her new promotion. She finally relented and admitted that it paid to play follow the leader with Mihoshi. Around her good things always happen eventually.
Washu buried herself into a new lap churning out new research at the speed of light with the new equipment. Ukyou and Mamoru did not appreciate being her new guinea pigs, but they did enjoy her company. Mamoru would have to set her up on a blind date with his leading boy genius, Dexter.
The trip back to Earth on the flagship Tsunami with Yosho, Washu, and Ryoko had been uneventful. Of course with a fifty-ship armada floating next to you, this was to be expected. To be honest thought, one of the ships was Ukyou's and Mamoru's. It was a gift from the empire to be used as they pleased. Both Kiyone and Mihoshi were piloting it for them. Mamoru almost felt sorry for the old buzzard. 'Ranma's village had grown by a whole empire. That, and no one who was board could ever resist the urge to say boo.'
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Washu stood next to Yosho on the bridge of Tsunami. "Well, even though he believes he is not. He is ready. I never could find the reason for his sudden ability to surpass his abilities the way he has. I hate mysteries like this. Its as if he is the reincarnation of a past warrior and/or leader."
Yosho nods at her observation. "He is ready, and I believe your last assumption may be the most correct. Buried deep down was the ability. He was handed a bad card medically. I'm surprised he made it as far as he did. All he needed was the key."
Washu nodded, "Ranma was that key. I can't wait to test him also. This should be very interesting."
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Well, another chapter down. So many more chapters to write. My notes for the next one are a little scrambled, so it might take a while. As to what I've done to Mamoru... I need to add some length to the Tenchi side of things. (Thanks for giving me the swift kick Jerry.) It now seems things will fit more smoothly as I progress. I used myself as an emotional model for that little Washu/Yosho chat. I've mentioned at least once this is not a Self Insertion. I'm to bloody far away from the Mamoru character I created to even be like him. Hopefully I've humanized him a little and not made this fic seem so Mary Sue.
Final-Fan = Thanks for the reviews and tips. I've gone back and tried to make the necessary corrections. Don't think I did so hot. (sigh) Here are the tools I rely on. Spell Checker (of course.) Grammar Checker, I do find myself relying on this less and less as I'm either learning how to avoid errors and/or write better. I'm hoping it's a little of both. I use a program called Read Please so I can hear the text aloud. I find it helps considerably, but is not perfect. Nothing is full proof for me in checking my work myself. My own filters get in the way. That and my problem with missing detail.
Mamoru looks at him with disbelieving eyes. "You have got to be kidding me. Little Sasami is assimilated with a demi-god? She is what... 9 - 10 years old? That's a lot of responsibility for one so young."
Tenchi nods in an affirmative. "It was a surprise to us all. Sasami had been traumatized for a very long time thinking that she is a creation of Tsunami and not the real Sasami. To make matters worse, I'm suppose to chose a second wife under Jurain Law due to my position as a prince for the planet Jurain. I don't share the same feelings I have for Sasami/Tsunami with any of the other girls. My feelings for them are plutonic at best. Ryoko ... dear Ryoko, back when she was still imprisoned she watched me grow up. Aunt Ayeka is attached to me out of duty... though I do imagine she does love me. Little Washu ... I don't even want to go there. By the way, don't ever go into her lab alone." Mamoru nods his head in an affirmative that he got the message, made a copy of it, and filed it away in triplicate. "Mihoshi ... Ever since I've saved her she has been infatuated with me. Kiyone ... I really don't know if she is interested or not and is probably the most levelheaded of the bunch. In retrospect Ryoko has the strongest emotional attachment to me, and alliance wise it would be a good thing if I were marrying out of duty alone; however, I won't do that to any one of them. If I can't return their feelings 100%, then why should I hurt them any one of them by pretending to.
Mamoru takes several long minutes to think about what he has been told. He had only thought Ranma's life had been complicated. Here Tenchi is facing some of the most powerful women in the known universe. How could he even begin to give this poor lad any kind of advice? "Tenchi, I can see you have given this some serious thought already. Why do you feel such a need to rush it?"
Tenchi sighs at the question put to him. "Mamoru ... We are so young compared to them. They age considerably slower than us. Their ages range from 700 to 25,000 year plus. My own ageing process has already slowed down to a crawl due to my connection to Tsunami. Fearing that they may become old maids ... they have grown understandably impatient.
Mamoru let his chin hit the floor at this bit of news. 'It's way more complicated than I had ever thought. What the hell have I gotten myself into?' "My friend, you've got a serious problem." ... 'Geeze, I thought Ranma had it bad.' "I'd like to consult my sister on this. She is in there right now telling her own life story, and her observations to Ranma's response to all the attention. Maybe they have already come to their own conclusions and decisions. I think the best path is to get them to back off and give you some breathing room. While at the same time thinking about not being chosen. It will happen and each of them will have to come to terms with your decision in their own way. Better to start thinking about it now."
Mamoru was glad to see Tenchi visibly relax at this suggestion. Tenchi decided to speak after relaxing. "If we could just get them to back off. That would be more than I've hoped for recently."
The two men left the kitchen and walked into a somber situation. All the girls were looking down at the floor in silent reflection. They sweat drop when they notice Ukyou silently polishing her big ass battle spatula in the corner. Mamoru walks over and sits down next to her and whispers, "What's up?" Ukyou looks back at him and mouths later. She then suddenly speaks up, "My brother and I are calling it a night." The duo bid their host a good night and head to their assigned guest room with two futons already made up. Mamoru gathered up his nightclothes and left the room to give Ukyou her privacy. That was something neither was use to while on the road for the last two weeks.
Upon returning to the room he discovered Ukyou was already in bed staring up at the ceiling. After getting himself situated she spoke. "Did we really look like that around Ranma?" Mamoru could not lie to her, "You all certainly did. Just not to their extreme." He let that sink in before asking his question, "So what did you tell them?" Ukyou continues to look up at the ceiling, "I told them what they were doing to Tenchi. I also told them about stubborn male pride, and to mentally prepare themselves for rejection." She lets several moments drift by as she battles her own demons. "If only someone had given me that advice. I would have been able to move on more smoothly. The pain would have been less. Why did you not help us out more?" Mamoru takes the time to look at the ceiling himself. "I dropped the ball on that one sis. I was so caught up in helping Ranma that I missed the rest of the big picture. I'm sorry. If I had it to do all over again I would have taken the time to speak to each of you on a individual bases."
Ukyou considers his apology. It was not the explanation she was looking for, but it would have to do. He had been thrown into a situation he was not trained for. Most people would have broken down mentally at what was thrown at him. He is a strong individual. "Apology accepted." Silence surrounded them for several moments. "So, what did you say to him?" Mamoru appreciated the change of subject, "Keep in mind this situation is slightly different. I essentially told him the same thing I told Ranma. That he should not feel pressured to make a decision, but the longer he waited the more painful for the person, or in this case persons he did not choose. Believe it or not, he has already chosen. He is just like Ranma; however, he did not want to hurt any of the other's feelings."
Ukyou drops her vigilance of the plain white ceiling in the room. She turns her head to look at Mamoru. "He has already chosen? Who? When? What do you mean by persons? Has he told her?" Mamoru laughs at the unending stream of questions and turns to look at her, "Calm down sis. As to when, a few months back. He has not yet told her. As to persons... He is a prince and is expected to marry more than one person according to his mother's side of the family. As to who ... That's a little hard to explain."
Mamoru's eyes sparkled as he explained the whole situation to her. Her mouth remained constantly open. Even after he had finished explaining the situation she remained silent. Finally she regained her composer. "I would have never guessed that. Well, our job is easier than expected." Mamoru looked at her as if she had grown two head. "What do you mean easier?" His only response was a snore.
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The daily training sessions were grueling to everyone involved. Mamoru could not produce a coherent thought and Ukyou was not doing much better. Both loved it as the sweat poured off their brows. Tenchi had found himself dreading the day those two had ever showed up. His grandfather had pushed their training to unbelievable proportions. Even Ayeka and Ryoko who had decided to join in to impress Tenchi were finding the training difficult. The days consisted of breakfast, training, lunch, training, dinner and stories about Ranma's childhood, and then more training before sleep. The cycle would begin again the next morning. The girls found themselves mesmerized as they heard about Ranma's training and the hell his father put him though. They had all agreed to punish the Panda on the Neko Training should they ever meet. They laughed at some of the more strange martial arts Ranma had to train in: Tea House, Cheerleading, and Eating. Ryoko was particularly interested it the Eating one. They had looked on in horror when they learned Ranma had to hide form his mother to stay alive, and were glad of how accepting she was when she learned the truth. Ryoko had decided to space the Kunos at the first opportunity. Mamoru managed to talk her out of it. That did not mean they would not have fun with a guided tour and an airlock.
One evening Washu and Yosho had pulled Mamoru aside for an evening chat. They had covered his and Ukyou's progress. Mamoru did have some issues that had been bothering him. "As you know, I was not in the best of shape when I started this journey. How on Earth have I been able to move so far so quickly in just under three months? I can understand the Ki channels being open up helped out a lot strength and conditioning wise; however, my eye hand coordination has never been what I would call stellar. I stunk at video games and sports in general. My balance due to medical problems that were not corrected early enough is even worse. In fact I never even considered taking up Martial Arts because of this fault. Now I'm finding myself being able to leap small building in a single bound. Pulling of stunts that would have landed me in the hospital, and feats I would have considered impossible. I know the Ki manipulation I received could not of had that much of an effect on my equilibrium and eye hand coordination.
Washu looked him over. "You're fairly sure of this aren't you?"
Mamoru looked back at her. "I received physical therapy, balance training, and speech therapy because of these problems. I would trip for no reason. Because of this my self-confidence always lacked."
Yosho "And now?"
Mamoru "It still is. I feel as if I'm stumbling my way through the dark dealing with each problem as it is thrown at me. I'm terrified at some point I'll screw up and get someone killed. I was never trained for any of this. ... Sure I took psychology with my business classes, but nothing, and I mean nothing ever prepared me for the kind of decisions I've had to make in the past few months." Mamoru looked down at the ground. He felt like a little toddler before these two."
Yosho grabbed Mamoru by the shoulders and told him to look up at him. "You have done a fine job so far. You have a square head on your shoulders and a keen mine. Many people would have gone crazy over what you have had to deal with. I have noticed some issues with your balance. You always seem to overcompensate. Now that I know why, we will try to work on it. You have Ranma's skills in you mind right now. You have been drawing on it successfully. I've seen you train yourself over your shortcomings so I have not said anything. Now I want you to draw on his confidence. Just do yourself a favor and don't get cocky, or your worst fear will come true.
Washu breaks in. "I've watched you myself from afar. I've noticed the problems you have been fighting. You have come very far. I imagine Ranma's mind is more integrated with you than any of us has suspected. Build that self confidence Mamoru and the rest will follow."
Mamoru considers what they have discussed. He had revealed what he considered his deepest darkest weaknesses. "Thank you for the pep talk. Now if you will excuse me, I will retire for the night and reflect on this conversation." He bows and walks away. 'Why the hell did I tell them that? Now they probably think I'm some kind of crybaby with to many problems."
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Washu looked at the semi-young prince of Jari. "Do you think he will accomplish his goals?"
Yosho looked down at the scientific genius. "He is more than ready now ability wise; however, he can go much, much further. Self-confidence wise, we have much further to go than I ever expected. He needs some sort of battlefield experience per say. He would make an excellent leader if the need ever arises. I don't know what to do with him. I don't like the interference he has done with Tenchi; then again, he has help build up his self-confidence so I really can't complain. The girls seemed to calm down a lot with Ukyou's on experience and influence. He has now idea how quickly he can evaluate a situation and act upon a decision. His ability to delegate is so intergraded that the people around him don't even realize he is doing it. Heck I don't think he realizes it himself. I've even caught Ayeka and Ryoko looking towards him for instructions in our mock battle training sessions. I would have expected them to fight over that role. I've also seen him step back and listen to someone with superior knowledge on a situation. Its almost like he has given up his leadership role. Then slowly it slides back to him. I don't know what to make of this."
(AN: Hehe, using a bit of the research I've read on my generation's group leadership tendencies. Set a group of Xers in the same room with a task and the leadership role could change several times.)
Washu considers this and reflects silently for several moments. "Let me do some mental training with him. Put him through some decision-making scenarios and run the probability equations on past events. Also I would like to run some test on him to see just why he is doing so well. Something is amiss, and I have no idea what."
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The training, Washu experiments and conditioning, and dinnertime chats went on for several months until the Goddess Wars interrupted it. To Ukyou and Mamoru's disappointment they had to sit that one out. The duo did find their moment of glory when they managed to thwart one of the arch villains plans, which was of a great help to the team. (AN: When I see OVA 3, I will go back and write something.) After the war Mamoru and Ukyou found themselves on the Planet of Jurai continuing their training with the elite troops of the Emperor. They soon became no challenge to either one of them.
Mamoru laughed to him self as he made his weekly call to home office to make sure things were running smoothly. Some of his clients were getting impatient at his prolonged absence. It had been almost ten months since he had left the States in order to better himself. He had made a few trading deals on the side, and the political contacts would be most helpful on his next task. He just hoped that he had not assumed too much.
As all good things, the training had to come to an end. They could no longer put off the rescue of Ranma. His clients were being a bunch of asses. While their training could go further they did not have the time. It had been over a year since Ranma's kidnapping. It was time for the viper to pay the piper, and the viper would definitely soil its pants when Mamoru presented the bill.
Tenchi had finally made his intentions known when Sasami and Tsunami merged prematurely during the Goddess War. The girls had accepted his decision with sad hearts and grace, which surprised Tenchi greatly. It could have been considerably worse if not for the intervention of Mamoru and Ukyou.
Ayeka had slide easily back into society. Helping both Tenchi and her new little sister/goddess into their new roles as heirs to the thrown. Yosho had quietly stepped aside. No one could dare argue with what Tenchi had done for goddess and empire.
Ryoko went up quickly in the Military ranks of the empire. Not even her superiors would dare tick her off. Hell, for all intents and purposes, she was the bloody military.
The two galaxy police officers became official delegates to the Jurain Empire. Kiyone was walking on cloud nine with her new promotion. She finally relented and admitted that it paid to play follow the leader with Mihoshi. Around her good things always happen eventually.
Washu buried herself into a new lap churning out new research at the speed of light with the new equipment. Ukyou and Mamoru did not appreciate being her new guinea pigs, but they did enjoy her company. Mamoru would have to set her up on a blind date with his leading boy genius, Dexter.
The trip back to Earth on the flagship Tsunami with Yosho, Washu, and Ryoko had been uneventful. Of course with a fifty-ship armada floating next to you, this was to be expected. To be honest thought, one of the ships was Ukyou's and Mamoru's. It was a gift from the empire to be used as they pleased. Both Kiyone and Mihoshi were piloting it for them. Mamoru almost felt sorry for the old buzzard. 'Ranma's village had grown by a whole empire. That, and no one who was board could ever resist the urge to say boo.'
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Washu stood next to Yosho on the bridge of Tsunami. "Well, even though he believes he is not. He is ready. I never could find the reason for his sudden ability to surpass his abilities the way he has. I hate mysteries like this. Its as if he is the reincarnation of a past warrior and/or leader."
Yosho nods at her observation. "He is ready, and I believe your last assumption may be the most correct. Buried deep down was the ability. He was handed a bad card medically. I'm surprised he made it as far as he did. All he needed was the key."
Washu nodded, "Ranma was that key. I can't wait to test him also. This should be very interesting."
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Well, another chapter down. So many more chapters to write. My notes for the next one are a little scrambled, so it might take a while. As to what I've done to Mamoru... I need to add some length to the Tenchi side of things. (Thanks for giving me the swift kick Jerry.) It now seems things will fit more smoothly as I progress. I used myself as an emotional model for that little Washu/Yosho chat. I've mentioned at least once this is not a Self Insertion. I'm to bloody far away from the Mamoru character I created to even be like him. Hopefully I've humanized him a little and not made this fic seem so Mary Sue.
Final-Fan = Thanks for the reviews and tips. I've gone back and tried to make the necessary corrections. Don't think I did so hot. (sigh) Here are the tools I rely on. Spell Checker (of course.) Grammar Checker, I do find myself relying on this less and less as I'm either learning how to avoid errors and/or write better. I'm hoping it's a little of both. I use a program called Read Please so I can hear the text aloud. I find it helps considerably, but is not perfect. Nothing is full proof for me in checking my work myself. My own filters get in the way. That and my problem with missing detail.