Child of Dune
By metaverse
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters nor am I making
any money from this. Please do not sue me.
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Shaddam IV former emperor of the known universe, considered the information he'd been given on his background for his new life in this backwards world.
When approached about being given a second chance from the God of War He'd been skeptical but once it'd been reveled exactly where his eternal soul Was going for his actions in life he'd quickly reconsidered. A lifetime on This mud ball was far preferable to eternal damnation. Besides it was not without its charms.
He glanced up as his secretary entered his vast office and set a cup of coffee upon his Desk along with the daily reports. Once she was gone he looked them over for a second before returning to the more important information on the PDA before him.
As far as this world was concerned he was Padishah Shaddam, owner of one of the largest and most influential international corporations this world had ever seen. Named interestingly enough, Imperium Incorporated. Telecommunications, Medicine, Military hardware and much more was under the scope of his company. The only thing they were not doing was A. I. Research, something he was glad about. Different universe or not, he still refused to have a hand in creating thinking machines.
One thing that had truly pleased him was finding the background on his crack team of corporate lawyers that'd been nicknamed 'The Sardukar' and were as ruthless
And effective in court as his old troops were on the battlefield.
Looking at the PDA then to his watch, he realized he needed to get going. He leaned Over to the speaker com and ordered his limo brought around. It was time to pick up Ranma.
----
The trial had been laughably short. The Saotome lawyer had been out numbered outgunned and horrendously outclassed. He'd attempted to point out Shaddam's busy schedule as well as his lack of experience in parenting as reason not to Transfer custody.
Then his lawyers had stepped to the plate. Evidence of broken deals, petty theft, and child abuse not to mention the seppuku contract signed by a minor to young to understand what they were doing, and the Jury was damn near ready to consider Shaddam his biological father.
Now six months later Shaddam was sitting out back of his beach side home in California watching the waves and his son train with some of his security personnel
One of the things that Shaddam had been amazed at was the boy's ability to learn, once He applied himself. By explaining benegeserit teaching as martial arts training the boy Had jumped at it. Now the boy was advancing faster than he was ready to teach, same With the Mentat training though Ranma didn't know he was going through, as was normal. Fairly soon he'd need more competent teachers to keep pace with his talents
Little Ranma managed to use one of the security agents own weight to flip him over, Then feigned a punch at one, then dropped to cut his legs out from under him. All While Shaddam watched.
He lifted his glass of wine in toast to his son.
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Ranma accepted a glass of juice from the stewardess then settled into his oversized Chair. He looked out the window to see the clouds slipping by as the jet made its way To the land of his birth. He took a sip as he considered the advantages of being the Son of an ungodly rich businessman. His teachers in the art had been the Best his fathers Money could buy, like those Chinese amazons who'd been more than willing to share techniques for medical supplies and a promise from the Chinese government to leave them alone. The latter had been a little difficult to arrange but Ranma found that one He got someone alone and had a chance to use the voice; there wasn't much he couldn't Get. Thankfully he only used his powers for good, mostly his own. Heh!
The sound of the first few seconds of "Ode to Joy." Alerted him to a call. He grabbed His cell phone, and flipped it open. "Hello."
"Hello Ranma."
A grin split the youths face as he identified the voice. "Sebastian Valmont, you old Scoundrel! How are you?"
"Alive thanks to you. I don't want to thing what would've happened if you hadn't been in the city that summer. I'm sure I never would've made it to the hospital in time."
Ranma smiled "Hey what are friends for. So how are things going with Annete?"
"Surprisingly well. I must admit this new leaf is still a little odd to me but I think I could get used to it."
"Well, that's good. So what did you call about?"
"I thought you'd like to know that my sister was expelled from school."
Ranma blinked honestly surprised "How did that happen?"
"I came clean. Handed out copies of my journal to all the students, and faculty. They were quite upset with her afterwards."
Ranma stared ahead of him for a second, and then a smile grew on his face. "Sebastian you have more guts than I thought."
"Thank you. Now, how things going for you?"
"Fine, just a little nervous about Japan. Way to many social rules to keep track of not to mention the normal difficulties of running division in a foreign country."
"If I remember your making software correct?"
"Yup, we're translating everything from our OS to games into Japanese as well as developing some products of our own for that market." He sighed "The numbers are going to be interesting to deal with though."
A snort came over the line "This from the man who could do quantum Mathematics in his head and just got his degree at 16 years of age."
"Hey, that doesn't make me some kind of superman. I'm human just like you."
"Hmm, I wonder sometimes." The both laughed, "Well I have to go, I do want you to promise me you'll try to go on a few dates though."
"Well, if I have the time."
"Make time Ranma. Take care."
"You to."
Ranma closed up his phone and was about to put it away when it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Ranma.."
Ranma grabbed a sheet of paper from the table. "Oh, hello father. What do you need?"
"I just wanted to say..That I'll miss you son."
Ranma nearly dropped the Paper. "Da.Dad.I..I'll miss you to."
"well, I'll let you get back to work. Be careful Ranma."
"I will, you to dad."
Ranma hung up the phone, and smiled.
The end for now
Author: I figured if Misato could raise Ranma, why not Shaddam
Many places this could go, Genma will want his son back, as well as the money in his trust account, and who knows Nabiki as his secretary could be interesting as well. However I shall leave if here for now.
By metaverse
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters nor am I making
any money from this. Please do not sue me.
----
Shaddam IV former emperor of the known universe, considered the information he'd been given on his background for his new life in this backwards world.
When approached about being given a second chance from the God of War He'd been skeptical but once it'd been reveled exactly where his eternal soul Was going for his actions in life he'd quickly reconsidered. A lifetime on This mud ball was far preferable to eternal damnation. Besides it was not without its charms.
He glanced up as his secretary entered his vast office and set a cup of coffee upon his Desk along with the daily reports. Once she was gone he looked them over for a second before returning to the more important information on the PDA before him.
As far as this world was concerned he was Padishah Shaddam, owner of one of the largest and most influential international corporations this world had ever seen. Named interestingly enough, Imperium Incorporated. Telecommunications, Medicine, Military hardware and much more was under the scope of his company. The only thing they were not doing was A. I. Research, something he was glad about. Different universe or not, he still refused to have a hand in creating thinking machines.
One thing that had truly pleased him was finding the background on his crack team of corporate lawyers that'd been nicknamed 'The Sardukar' and were as ruthless
And effective in court as his old troops were on the battlefield.
Looking at the PDA then to his watch, he realized he needed to get going. He leaned Over to the speaker com and ordered his limo brought around. It was time to pick up Ranma.
----
The trial had been laughably short. The Saotome lawyer had been out numbered outgunned and horrendously outclassed. He'd attempted to point out Shaddam's busy schedule as well as his lack of experience in parenting as reason not to Transfer custody.
Then his lawyers had stepped to the plate. Evidence of broken deals, petty theft, and child abuse not to mention the seppuku contract signed by a minor to young to understand what they were doing, and the Jury was damn near ready to consider Shaddam his biological father.
Now six months later Shaddam was sitting out back of his beach side home in California watching the waves and his son train with some of his security personnel
One of the things that Shaddam had been amazed at was the boy's ability to learn, once He applied himself. By explaining benegeserit teaching as martial arts training the boy Had jumped at it. Now the boy was advancing faster than he was ready to teach, same With the Mentat training though Ranma didn't know he was going through, as was normal. Fairly soon he'd need more competent teachers to keep pace with his talents
Little Ranma managed to use one of the security agents own weight to flip him over, Then feigned a punch at one, then dropped to cut his legs out from under him. All While Shaddam watched.
He lifted his glass of wine in toast to his son.
----
Ranma accepted a glass of juice from the stewardess then settled into his oversized Chair. He looked out the window to see the clouds slipping by as the jet made its way To the land of his birth. He took a sip as he considered the advantages of being the Son of an ungodly rich businessman. His teachers in the art had been the Best his fathers Money could buy, like those Chinese amazons who'd been more than willing to share techniques for medical supplies and a promise from the Chinese government to leave them alone. The latter had been a little difficult to arrange but Ranma found that one He got someone alone and had a chance to use the voice; there wasn't much he couldn't Get. Thankfully he only used his powers for good, mostly his own. Heh!
The sound of the first few seconds of "Ode to Joy." Alerted him to a call. He grabbed His cell phone, and flipped it open. "Hello."
"Hello Ranma."
A grin split the youths face as he identified the voice. "Sebastian Valmont, you old Scoundrel! How are you?"
"Alive thanks to you. I don't want to thing what would've happened if you hadn't been in the city that summer. I'm sure I never would've made it to the hospital in time."
Ranma smiled "Hey what are friends for. So how are things going with Annete?"
"Surprisingly well. I must admit this new leaf is still a little odd to me but I think I could get used to it."
"Well, that's good. So what did you call about?"
"I thought you'd like to know that my sister was expelled from school."
Ranma blinked honestly surprised "How did that happen?"
"I came clean. Handed out copies of my journal to all the students, and faculty. They were quite upset with her afterwards."
Ranma stared ahead of him for a second, and then a smile grew on his face. "Sebastian you have more guts than I thought."
"Thank you. Now, how things going for you?"
"Fine, just a little nervous about Japan. Way to many social rules to keep track of not to mention the normal difficulties of running division in a foreign country."
"If I remember your making software correct?"
"Yup, we're translating everything from our OS to games into Japanese as well as developing some products of our own for that market." He sighed "The numbers are going to be interesting to deal with though."
A snort came over the line "This from the man who could do quantum Mathematics in his head and just got his degree at 16 years of age."
"Hey, that doesn't make me some kind of superman. I'm human just like you."
"Hmm, I wonder sometimes." The both laughed, "Well I have to go, I do want you to promise me you'll try to go on a few dates though."
"Well, if I have the time."
"Make time Ranma. Take care."
"You to."
Ranma closed up his phone and was about to put it away when it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Ranma.."
Ranma grabbed a sheet of paper from the table. "Oh, hello father. What do you need?"
"I just wanted to say..That I'll miss you son."
Ranma nearly dropped the Paper. "Da.Dad.I..I'll miss you to."
"well, I'll let you get back to work. Be careful Ranma."
"I will, you to dad."
Ranma hung up the phone, and smiled.
The end for now
Author: I figured if Misato could raise Ranma, why not Shaddam
Many places this could go, Genma will want his son back, as well as the money in his trust account, and who knows Nabiki as his secretary could be interesting as well. However I shall leave if here for now.