(Re-Posted January 11th 2007)
Disclaimer; This fanfiction uses existing ideas, characters and or worlds, but is an independent work of art. I own nothing, hence the reason for publishing my writings here instead of in real books where I could make some money.
"Ugh," groaned Ranma.

He was having a very bad headache, and his mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"When did desert ground get so hard and cold?" he mumbled, ignored the empty tin-box echo, and rolled over … into a cold, smooth and hard wall. "Huh?"

This instantly woke Ranma, making him forget about headaches and strange sensations in the mouth.

It was dark, only slight illumination, and the light that came in came from inch thick cracks along the ceiling of the small room he was in. The room was shaped like an octagon box, and he was inside. The walls were metal, the ceiling was metal and the floor was metal. He was able to stand upright inside at the moment, but in normal form, he would not.

Feeling the wall, both with his hands and chi senses, he recognised the feel of silver. The ceiling had a similar feel to it. Only the floor was made of very well forged steel. Extending his fingers outside the crack, he felt that the outside was not silver, but the same metal the floor was made of.

Extending his ki like a probe, he found that the easiest way out would be to lift the top off, as it was fastened on pegs sticking out of the walls, making it impossible to slide away … almost like lego blocks ... The second choice would be to pound the walls until they caved, or use ki projectiles to get the same result. The first choice was his final decision, as it would not attract as many guards as the other options.

Sending sonar-like pulses of ki, Ranma got response from the outside chi about what surrounded him, which was nothing but a large stone room with one door made of metal bars, and a hallway with many similar empty and filled rooms along it.

Not only that, he seemed to be dressed in striped cotton pants and shirt. Prison clothes right out of the old westerns.

It was painfully obvious that he was in prison, but the question was; why? What had he done to warrant being imprisoned?

Whatever it was, he had no plans of staying put. He didn't much like being locked up, and no stinking box would hold him.

Bracing his legs against the sides of the box, Ranma placed his hands on the lid of the box, and pushed upwards.

Metal grinded against metal as the very heavy lid was lifted from its pegs.

It greatly surprised Ranma that there were no traps to prevent escape, but he wasn't about to curse his own good luck.

With some impressive balancing efforts, Ranma silently placed the lid against the wall before exiting the box, and returning the lid to the top of the box. He walked about his cell for a little bit, and noted that there was an inscription on the side of the box.

"Mage Cage," muttered Ranma. "Dwarven Steel, silver lining. Must be a lousy company not to add security measures … criminals must escape all the time!"

Ranma decided to continue with his escape and went up to the bars.

"Thick steel … not old … no rust … no corrosion … no problem!" smirked Ranma.

Ranma placed one hand on one bar and the other on the neighbouring one, and pulled.

The loud screeching of metal bending rapidly when it really didn't want to spread down the hallway.

-Rumble-

"Huh?" Ranma stuck his head out the opening he had made and saw something moving rapidly down the hall. Thinking he had been discovered, Ranma returned inside, bent the bars back into position and hid behind the Mage Cage.

An alarm sounded, which turned out to be guards calling for assistance.

A hulking form in similar clothes and with a form that made it clear it was a female, even if it was about twelve feet tall, came into view and tore out the bars with similar ease Ranma had, and loomed inside.

To escape from sight, Ranma slipped into his own version of Umi-Sen-Ken, evolved from his father's version, but differing in that it was never meant as a tool for thievery. Ranma's version was a means of escaping his suitors or rivals when he wanted a moment of peace, based in part on various manga and anime he had come across. And since this was not a sealed technique, he could safely use it without breaking the code of a Martial Artist. It was a more meticulous form of invisibility, and could not be detected by the absence of chi in his surroundings.

The giant woman grabbed hold of the lid of the Mage Cage and ripped it off, slinging it across the room and hall, embedding it in the wall of the hall.

"WHAT?" the giant woman rumbled in disbelief. "WHERE THE H# IS HE?"

The call of a guard down the hall caught the woman's attention.

"NO TIME, NEED TO RUN!" the woman roared and took off down the hall.

Ranma decided to follow, as she seemed to know the way out.

While following the woman, he noticed a much smaller woman, slightly larger than his normal form, clinging to the back of the giant woman, also clad in the same suit as Ranma and the huge woman. If it wasn't for the lack of a stripe down the left eye and the lack of spots in the hair, however pale the spots may be, she would have fit the description of the mad cat-woman the supernatural evil beings he had encountered after the transformation gave him. The cat-woman that scared them witless.

Ranma could only watch in awe as the huge woman crashed through stone walls, leapt up tree branches and crashed through the saucer shaped buildings. Still, he had to follow, as she knew the way out. He dropped the Umi-Sen-Ken in favour of increasing his endurance to the debris created from the mad dash of the huge woman, and to keep up.


Meanwhile in the Dragon's Jaw Inn, a meeting was taking place.

"Gar …?" Onoli looked at the serious male jagwere, sipping his beverage. "Sheila …?" the female jagwere sat there morosely, nursing her drink. "This mission has been particularly stressful for the both of you … and it shows!" the werelion blurted. "Want to talk about this?"

"Onoli … we're getting our butts kicked!" sighed Sheila. "This sheriff's used law loopholes to strip us of authority in this hamlet …" she sighed deeply again. "We couldn't even save Brianna …"

Gar had nothing to add to the matter, and remained silent.

"Just like we couldn't save Gaja … just like we couldn't save those kidnap victims! Face it Onoli … we're losing!"

"We can't give up now, Sheila …" admonished Onoli. "Everyone's counting on us!"

Finally, Gar had something to add.

"Onoli … you're not the one who has to break the news of Brianna's imprisonment to her parents!" he grumbled. "Julia's my sensei … what am I going to say to her?" Gar took a sip of his beverage.

As luck would have it, Julia Brigand Diggers, Arms-Master of Jade, had stopped by the Dragon's Jaw Inn for a bite to eat, hoping she would get a discount for her meal because of her status, and heard someone mention her name and that of her daughter in a familiar fashion as she walked by.

Looking around, she saw her old student, Gar.

"Hi, Gar!" she called out melodiously.

She was slightly surprised to see her student spit out the mouthful of whatever in shock and surprise.

"M-Mrs Diggers?" exclaimed Sheila in equal surprise, and dread … this reaction was suspicious.

"Surprise! I heard you mention Brianna's and my names and I've got to tell you, I'm relieved!" said Julia as she approached their table. "Gina mentioned that her sister might visit Jade … I feel a lot better now that I know my star pupil's looking out for her …" she readjusted her backpack. "And by the way, Gar … she's looking for a boyfriend!" she added in a sing-song voice.

Gar gulped, very nervous about the damage his former teacher would inflict upon him at the news he was about to deliver.

"Sensei … I- I have something to tell you … s-something happened … it's – it's about Brianna …"

"Ooooohkay, what about my youngest child?" asked Julia, dread starting to form in the pit of her stomach.

-FAK!-

Whatever was wrong, Julia was not told, as a giant fist smashed through the floor, surprising a great deal of people.

Out of the hole came a giant female shape, carrying a map, complaining humorously about having taken a wrong turn in Albuquerque and for the smaller form clinging to her to hold on tighter.

"A rock giant! It's an attack!" someone screamed.

"It's a jail break! That stone giant's a criminal!" exclaimed Julia in correction. "And that girl with her … it's -"

Before the sentence was complete, the rock giant crashed on through the Inn, with her passenger.

Shortly following this pair was a black werecat not too unlike the Edge Guard member Thropan, who did not stop to look around, but followed the pair. Like the other two, this male werecat was wearing a prison uniform.


Ranma stayed right on the heels of the huge woman, through buildings, over houses and up trees.

About a kilometre or two out of the town, the huge woman stopped her leaping, and set the smaller woman down before handing her a small bottle of pills.

"Hey," called Ranma as he came closer. "Why were you trying to free me? And would you happen to know why I was arrested?"

Suddenly there were more women there.

"And why did you call me "sister"?" added the dizzy woman that had been clinging to the large woman during the escape.

"You, werecat, ended up in jail because you had technology on you," said the woman in a green and tight suit and held out a digital wrist-watch Ranma had been keeping in his pants because the chances of survival for it on his wrist were slimmer than a cooked and stuffed, juicy turkey passing unscathed through an all-you-can-eat buffet in a fat camp. "And as everyone knows, technology is forbidden! The question remains, how did you get out of your Mage Cage?"

"Oh, that's simple …" answered Ranma lightly.

"Yes?"

"It's … a secret!" laughed Ranma. He loved that joke, it made people fall all over themselves in shock. Just like everyone but himself and the other prisoner crashed face first into the desert floor. The other prisoner was still too woozy from the bouncy ride. Speaking of which, where was that huge woman?

"What about being my sister?" asked the woman, regaining some composure. "We're not related!"

"Oh, but we are …" protested a woman with pink hair in a spiky ponytail and with square glasses.

"We are most definitely sisters …" continued an old woman dressed like a judge next to her. There still remained a sheen of pink to her meticulously arranged hair.

"Though we aren't related by blood …" continued the pink haired one with the ponytail. "… we are related in spirit!"

Ranma tuned out this speech, not really caring about why the woman was how she was, or how she managed to become so many different people. He instead focused on the town they had come from, even if the town itself was out of sight by now thanks to whatever was keeping it hidden. He knew that they would have company soon, and he was not very eager to return to prison … especially since he hadn't done anything to begin with.

"More than anyone in existence, Brianna … we know how you feel …"

Ranma tuned the woman back out. Did she ever stop taking?

Ah! What do we have here? Small spots in the distance … hmmm … must have covered more ground than I thought if our pursuers look that small …

"Er … what favour?" asked the woman named Brianna. Uh-oh, time to tune back in! Hey, who's the new guy?

A werecat with cheetah skin had suddenly come into being next to him.

"Yeah! What favour?" asked the Werecheetah, scratching his own head. "Brianna, what are we talking about?"

The pink haired woman was facing away, but had her head turned over her shoulder.

"It's really quite simple! I need a hero!" she drawled. "I need you to act super-heroic when the time comes … no fleeing … no sneaky stuff … just gutsy, death-defying heroic hero stuff! I'll handle the rest!"

Ranma turned to see that the specks had grown somewhat, not approaching the size of ants.

"Oh, wow!" gasped the new guy in awe. "Hey, Brianna! Look at that great big walking statue!"

Ranma turned around again to see a rock foot the size of a house crash into the ground in front of him. He looked up and saw …

"Hey," he commented, filling a silent, shocked period. "That's Elvis Presley! Funny … somehow he seems taller in real life …"

"Rrrruuuun!" screamed the woman named Brianna, and started pulling the new guy with her.

Ranma, feeling somewhat responsible for the town this thing was headed for, did not run away, but rather ran and jumped onto the leg of the thing, digging his fingers into the stone for holds.

OK, this thing is made of stone, a very strong material, and it probably had very few weaknesses, and its humanoid, which means it only has two legs … easy!

Using his ki-strengthened claws to dig hand holds, Ranma climbed upwards and upwards.

After two of the giant's steps, Ranma was at its knees, and jabbed his finger into its joint. "Bakusai Tenketsu!" he screamed loudly.

A violent explosion of rock caused the entire thing to shudder, and on its third step, it fell face forward into the ground.


A few moments earlier, inside the control room of the giant golem.

"All systems check out … I only wish Spellvis hadn't modified the golem's appearance so much …" sighed Tirant. The Earth realm super-villain was at the controls. "Still … the rubber soles add a considerable amount of stealth."

Tirant looked out the window in contemplation. Two small figures could be seen fleeing in terror.

"Now, let me see … who should I conquer first …" he wondered aloud.

"I-I suppose a-any kingdom of Jade will do …" stuttered Array nervously.

"Why so nervous, darling?" asked Tirant in partial concern. "After all … we're inside one of the most powerful war artefacts in existence with your beloved at the controls …"

"EXACTLY!" replied one of Arrays' personalities. "Shhh!"

-BOOOOM!-

The entire thing started to shudder and Tirant lost all control of the golem as it started to fall.

"What the-?" exclaimed the bald man.

"Abandon ship!" exclaimed a personality of Arrays'. "MAYDAY!"


Ranma leapt off the golem a moment before it hit the ground, and walked over to the two now stationary people he had been with only a few moments ago.

"That takes care of that …" commented Ranma and dusted himself off.

Now seemed like a good a time as any to introduce himself to the two.

"Hi, I'm Ranma, sorry 'bout this!"

-CRRRRRK!-

-rumble-Rumble-RUMBLE-CRASH!-

Ranma turned around to see a giant hole in the ground where the most of the golem's weight had been centred. It must have been deep, because there was no visible evidence of the thing's existence.

"Ooops!" chirped Ranma.

The two stared at Ranma, apparently not knowing if they should be terrified of him, or awed.

"Ehem!"

Brianna turned around in shock, and was immediately embarrassed.

"M-Mom!" she exclaimed. "Uh-ohhhh!"

Beyond Brianna stood a woman in a rather revealing bikini outfit with a few veils tucked in here and there, probably in her late thirties, with red hair, and a ticked off expression. She even had her arms crossed under her breasts, which along with her figure seemed to have held up remarkably to the ravages of time, and children … this posture was never a good sign for Ranma, and probably not for this Brianna either.

"You have got a lot of explaining to do, young lady!" the woman, Brianna's mother, told her sternly.


Back on Earth, Nodoka was looking over her new apartment.

It was done. She had gotten a divorce from her no-good husband, ex-husband now. The court had been very sympathetic with her case. She had been abandoned by him over a decade ago, with no word from him. If it hadn't been for the occasional family that appeared at her door demanding restitution for something he did or promised them, she could have had Genma declared legally dead with no objections. But as it stood, she hadn't, nor had she filed for divorce sooner.

Nodoka was amazed at how quickly she was able to get a court appointment. Nabiki confessed to having pulled a few strings with a junior secretary that owed her money from High School, which revealed the cause for the speed of it all.

Genma had failed to make an appearance. Nodoka knew he had gotten the subpoena, she had watched the fat fool receive it, she even had video evidence that he had … Nabiki had tagged along and filmed it at a distance. The bald man was clearly identifiable as the receiver of the document in the middle of the screen.

This combined with the list of crimes Nabiki had supplied from more than three countries, all committed by criminals fitting Genma's description perfectly, seemed to convince the judge to allow the woman to be free of that horrid individual.

While she was in the area, she had her last name returned to her maiden name, and made sure to transfer her son to this name as well, to avoid any mess her ex left for him when he returned.

On the way to her new apartment, she had stopped by the bank in the Minato ward and made them aware of the change in names for her and her son. The woman behind the counter was very helpful, and even filled out the right forms for her while she waited.

Nodoka's apartment was not big, at least not with three people living in it. She had brought Kasumi and Nabiki with her, and between them, the rent suddenly became much more manageable. And it was sparsely decorated even after everything had been unpacked. Most of the things in the Saotome home was part of the Saotome property, and Genma had been adamant about having her sign a prenuptial agreement before their nuptials for some reason, even if it was her family that had money, not his. She had been cut off from the family account "for as long as it takes for you to come to your senses" as her father had told her on her wedding day.

Nodoka sat down with the mail and stared at an envelope from Iwo Kashima.

It was addressed to Nodoka Koki, her maiden name.

She had forgotten the nickname she had gotten during High School until she saw her old name in print again.

Nodoka "hanaji" Koki.

She had a rather daring choice of wardrobe during those times, and because of this, other girls had felt insecure and started spreading rumours about her looseness based around her choice of modifications to her clothes.

Her altered wardrobe had earned her the nickname "Hanaji", "nosebleed", because if she did any exaggerated movements like bending or stretching, her underwear was briefly exposed, giving perverted boys a nosebleed that in some cases caused the boys to faint. The other girls were jealous of the reaction she got while being subtle, while they had to do more to get the same attention.

Even considering the strangeness of the school, she was not spared, and had to turn down quite a few boys who had gotten the idea that they were allowed to kiss her without initial permission … the nurse's office was seemingly always occupied by at least one boy who had gotten fresh with her.

Shaking her head, she brought herself back to the envelope.

She slit the thing open, and poured out its content.

Reading the letter, Nodoka's eyes widened.

According to Ranma's friend, the paperwork surrounding the patent had cleared, and Ranma was now officially the proud owner and inventor of the Stuff-Space generator. The boy had already started pulling several deals in, and promised that within another week, the first instalments on Ranma's account would start appearing.

Carefully, she placed this letter with the folder, hidden in a safe Nabiki had insisted she get, waiting for Ranma when he returned.

It would be a pleasant surprise for him to find his bank account had significantly grown when he got back.


In Lrith City, of the Jade realm, a rather large hunting party of Amazons were crowding inside a small scroll shop.

The owner, a certain Lewis Bester, an old, gangly man with hardly any hair and a limp, owed the Amazons of Jade a few favours for assisting him during his adventuring days. The less said about what those favours were the better.

One of these favours was what the leader of the Amazon group was cashing in at the moment.

They needed to save time, and get to Seer's Hamlet quickly, and the quickest way would be a teleportation or a gate scroll.

"Have you found it yet?" asked the unnamed Amazon leader in a bored tone. She was buffing her nails on her upper arms while leaning against the counter.

In the back, Lewis was rooting through his many scrolls, and shook his head in the negative.

Cologne of the Earth Amazons shook her head as well, muttering about disorganised fools costing them valuable time.


Outside Trinc, three horses, ridden by three human wererats, were riding at full speed towards the Seer's Desert and Seer's Hamlet.

"Why are we, like, riding on horses?" asked Moisha, blinking her own tears from her eyes. This speed was causing wind to blow in her face, and it was sandy.

"Because we've lost a lot of time!" answered Romeo, cutting Lydia off before she could say a word. "We need to catch up!"

"But isn't stealing horses, like, a serious offence?"

"F#&ing yeah!" barked Lydia. "Eternity in jail, or death, whichever comes first!"

"Oh my! Then I guess this isn't, like, the best time to, y' know, say that horses can't sprint for, like, more than half an hour at the most before, y' know, they need an hour or two to rest!"

"WHAT?"


"I missed what?" asked a certain fat Martial Artist.

The police officers standing before him were not looking at all friendly, neither was the plain clothes detective holding the list of charges about three times as long as he was tall.

"You have missed two court appointments," explained the detective a second time. "The first for your divorce, the second for charges filed against you for Child Abuse, Child Endangerment, Child Abandonment, Slavery, and Child Labour, not to mention this-" at this the detective held up the long list, "- list of crimes that a man fitting your description to a tee has committed under the alias of Saotome Ranma in close to ten countries and counting. Not counting repeat offences of the wide variety of crimes you've committed, you are looking at a minimum of a hundred years in prison.

"Now, you have the Right to remain Silent-"

"The Saotome Final Attack!" screamed Genma. The police officers braced themselves for a fight, and knowing the level of skill this man held, they would most likely end up in the hospital by the end of the hour. "RUN AWAY!"

With a mighty leap, Genma fled the house.

Unfortunately, the government was well aware of Genma's talents, and did not send in a few measly police officers alone to capture a man very likely to resist arrest.

Posted on various roofs in the neighbourhood were several snipers, aiming through their tranquiliser-filled guns.

-phhhht-phhhht-phhhht-phhhht-phhhht-

As Genma leapt over the wall of the Tendo compound, he suddenly found three red tranquiliser darts in his derriere, and another two in his shoulders.

This caused him to lose some momentum, sending him into the street, where twenty highly trained Martial Artists on the government pay-roll were waiting at the ready.

Dulled as Genma's senses and movements were, he wasn't much of a challenge, but rest assured, they all got a piece of the action.

The phrase "Police brutality" never before sounded more accurate.


Author's Notes; I am uncertain if Japan has what I understand is called the "Miranda Rights", but I figure they have something similar they read up to criminals. And about the horses, I looked it up for the patrols that were following Ranma earlier. During the old west when the Pony Express was the fastest way to send mail, there were stations set up every ten miles or so, and at top speed, that distance took only about twenty to thirty minutes.

I have no intention of having Ranma becoming the willing Harem Master or the willing Alpha Male. In this small harem that Ranma will get, whether he likes it or not, he will be reluctant in most cases, but, hey … how many guys can resist the puppy dog eyes for long before caving in and doing whatever the fairer sex tells them to? I know the only one I can resist when using the puppy dog eyes is my sister … so far, I'm still searching for more to test this statistic on.