Sorry this chapter didn't get up yesterday, but it wasn't for lack of trying. I wasn't able to log into my account all day. The computer would literally not let me in! But it's okay now because the chapter's going up. But I have a way to make it up to everyone for being late, THE COMIC IS GOING UP! Over the next few days you can expect to see the first pages of Not Another Generation Fic going up on my sister's website, the link is in my profile!

GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS

Just outside the Cat Café, Shampoo was sweeping off the sidewalk in order to make the entranceway cleaner for the customers. Normally she would have made Mousse do it but he had been so busy cooking the food, cleaning the dishes, mopping the floor, hanging laundry, washing the windows, shinning the silver, scraping gum from under the tables, and right now he was in the men's restroom with a plunger and a large amount of disinfectant. So Shampoo thought she would give him a break by sweeping off the front sidewalk, seeing as he was currently ankle deep in water. Not to mention it got her away from the smell.

Shampoo swept all the dirt and trash she had collected into a dustpan and dumped it into the trash. That was when she saw someone familiar coming steadily down the street. "Great Grandmother! You back!" She called and waved excitedly in greeting.

"Hello child." Cologne said wearily. "Whoo, I'm not as young as I used to be! Some people just can't seem to realize that." Cologne rubbed her right shoulder and swung it in circles to loosen the joint.

"How was your trip?" Shampoo asked. "Did you and the Council decide on what to do for Mascara?"

"I'm afraid not. It was a touchy situation to begin with and then Curler got herself involved. The way she acts, you'd think she was already chief."

"Hmph. Curler not chief yet." Shampoo huffed angrily.

"Um, yes …speaking of Curler." Cologne said hesitantly. "She, the Council and I have however agreed on a way to settle the issue of your banishment."

Shampoo's eyes widened in surprise. "You have? How?"

"Well, you see, I have some good news and some bad news." Cologne jumped to sit on top of her staff so she was level with her great granddaughter. "The good news is that the Council has decided to lift your banishment and allow you to return to the tribe."

Shampoo gasped. "That so wonderful! I want go back China for long time!" She said with such excitement that she forgot to watch how she spoke. "When I go?"

"There is a catch." Cologne explained. "And I don't think you'll like it."

"I do anything to go home again! Please Great Grandmother! Whatever it is, I'll do it!"

"Oh it's nothing you have to do." Cologne clarified. "In order to make up for your failure to marry Ranma they have decided to send an Amazon boy named Razor to marry Makoto. A replacement marriage if you will."

"Razor can marry Ranma's daughter and it will count for my marriage?" Shampoo said as she pointed to herself.

"That's the idea. But-"

"Then we must! We must convince them to marry!" Shampoo exclaimed.

"Shampoo, Razor is Curler's son." Cologne said with a sigh.

Shampoo stood frozen for a moment as the realization of what was happening dawned. "Curler…Curler sent her son? To fix my mistake?"

"Yes."

Suddenly Shampoo's anger began to flare up. She clinched her fists tightly and shook with sheer undeniable rage. "She trying to show me up! She just trying to make me look incompetent! Like a fool! ARRGH!" Shampoo slammed her fist into the wall of the restaurant. "I NO CAN STAND HER!"

Cologne sighed again; she had been expecting something like this. "Now, now, Shampoo. I know you two had your problems as children."

"Curler is a spiteful witch!" Shampoo insisted. "And she trying to make you look bad too! Why you allow it?"

"Shampoo, we have to consider what's best for the whole tribe. If that means humbling ourselves to Curler's help, then we just have to suck up our pride."

"NO! I no allow it! If she accomplishes this she will be in the Council's favor and they name her chief without her even having to fight you!" Shampoo growled in indignation. "ARGH! I can just see her smug face right now!"

"You're probably right." Cologne conceded. "But there's nothing I can do. I have been out of favor with the tribe and if I go against the Council's decision I may be banished as well."

"But…" Shampoo quickly tried to think of another argument but could find none. That didn't mean she was backing down though. She took a deep breath. "Where Razor?"

Cologne looked at Shampoo intently. "Think of what you'd be giving up, Child."

"If you no tell me, I find him myself." Shampoo tore off her apron angrily and threw it back into the Café. Then she proceeded up the street. "He'll be looking for Makoto, right?"

"Shampoo, please." Cologne followed after her Great Granddaughter.

"I can not let Curler get away with this!" Shampoo shouted crossly. "This is an outrage!"

BACK AT THE TENDO DOJO

"This is an outrage!" Makoto yelled as she stood up angrily from the table. "I can't believe this! You want me to marry this guy who I don't even know?"

"All I said was he's better than Iikiba!" Ranma defended himself. "I'd rather you didn't marry anyone right now!"

"I think we're all in agreement about that." Akane said. They were all sitting around the dinning room table.

"Makoto," Razor looked her in the eyes seriously. "Please just give me a chance. I promise to take good care of you."

Makoto took a deep breath. "Look Razor, you seem like a nice guy-"

"NICE? Did you not hear the part where he pinned me to a wall with ninja stars?" Jatsuma interrupted indignantly.

Razor sharply glared at him and had to resist punching him. This guy was really starting to get annoying with his constant interfering. But Razor just clinched his fists and set them on the table.

"BUT," Makoto continued with a quick glare at her brother. "I do have a boyfriend."

"Would you call him a boyfriend?" Daichi wondered out loud.

"Yes! I would!" Makoto snapped. "Why are we even talking about this? It ain't happening!"

"But Makoto-!" Razor began to talk.

"AIN'T HAPPENING!" She shouted loudly.

"Alright already! Geez!" Ranma stuck a finger in his ear to try to regain some of his hearing.

It was then that the screen door to the backyard slammed open loudly. The noise caused Daichi to fall over and the others to jump in surprise. In the doorway stood Shampoo, looking extremely troubled. "Ranma!" She rushed forward. "You can not let Razor marry Makoto!"

"Shampoo? What's all this about?" Ranma asked in surprise.

"Shampoo?" Razor looked at her guardedly, frowning. "So it was you who shamed our tribe?"

Shampoo glared at him as if meeting her own worst enemy. "You must be Razor, Curler's son."

"That's right." Razor confirmed. They stared at each other coldly for several moments.

"Uh…am I missing something?" Jatsuma asked in confusion.

Cologne came in after Shampoo, panting for breath. "Never any rest for the weary." She sighed. "Shampoo, I told you not to get involved!"

"I not stand by and do nothing!" Shampoo yelled. "Ranma! Curler is just plotting against Great Grandmother!"

"Wha-?"

"Mother is doing nothing of the sort!" Razor stood up angrily. "We are trying to do you a favor! If I marry Makoto then you will be allowed to return to the tribe!"

"So she can patronize me! Treat me like a little kid who had to have her mistakes fixed for her!" Shampoo snapped.

"Okay, now I know I'm missing something." Jatsuma said, scratching his head.

"What's going on here?" Akane asked Cologne.

"Shampoo and Curler were childhood rivals." Cologne explained. "Curler was never a very pleasant child, to be sure. But I think she is trying to do what's best-"

"For her!" Shampoo shouted.

Makoto growled in frustration. "EVERYONE!" She shouted to get their attention. "It's all a moot point anyway because I'm not marrying Razor!" She stood up and stomped out of the room.

Shampoo smiled, relieved. "Well, that settles that!"

"Makoto!" Razor got up and ran after her.

About five seconds later everyone else scrambled after them.

Razor stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Makoto. "Just tell me Makoto! What can I do to make you marry me?"

"Don't even bother!" Makoto called back. "My heart belongs to Iikiba and that's where it's staying!"

"Then I will fight him for you!"

"Stop being stupid! I'm not going to marry you no matter what you do!" Makoto went into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

"I'm not giving up!" Razor yelled up the stairs with his air of determination and resolve.

"Well this has been a fun Saturday night." Daichi said sarcastically.


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