Reposted Thursday March 8th 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.
It was starting to get late when the black car landed in the yet-to-be-planted garden of Ranma's property.

Ron Stoppable, as the emphatic and annoying blonde boy was called, was apparently a buffoon, as the blue man, Dr Drakken, had said. He had been talking non-stop about how amazing and unbelievable what Ranma had done was. His naked mole rat, Rufus, who seemed a lot more intelligent than the owner, would squeak and chatter his agreements now and again with disyllabic words as opposed to the monosyllabic words he had gotten out in the boat, and even went as far as to simulate some sound effects to make Ron's retelling of the events even more entertaining.

Ranma did not find this amusing. That fight had been much too easy … it made him realise just how much better he was than anyone he had fought until now … heck, with his new techniques, he would be able to beat down Herb and Saffron with ease, and take care of Happosai, Cologne and Taro as a cool-down. It scared him that he had gotten that powerful … though he'd never admit to it. How much stronger would he then be in full feline form if his human form was as powerful as it was now? According to what he had learned of other werecreatures, they were at their most powerful in full beast form, and the weakest in human form … that meant he was now very powerful in his other forms. He could probably claim to be a god, and have the strength and power to back it up for a while … well, it had to stop, if only until he found a worthy adversary … that much power was an awful amount of responsibility, and he had no intention of proving the old saying "Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely" … he would have to set limits that he was not to cross unless he was faced with mortal combat.

The first limit he would have to set, was to restrain his telepathy for truly dangerous situations. Such as convincing the enemy that they could pass, or make the enemy forget they had seen you … he was after all a Martial Artist, and it was mostly cheating if you could read not only the body language and energy flow of the opponent but also read their minds … so telepathy was only to be used in a dire emergency … life-or-death type situations.

The next limit would have to be not to freeze the opponent by means of telekinesis … again, unless it was very necessary. Such things as redirecting projectile attacks to crash harmlessly into the ground or high into the air was of course not so severe a use of the technique as to restrict it, but making the enemy fly away was- … hmmm, maybe he could use telekinesis to fly himself … he would have to come back to that idea at a later time.

Most of the techniques he learned from his latest sensei would have to be restrained for more serious situations … though … Clairvoyance had very few uses for battle situations, as it left the user vulnerable to attacks. It didn't really need to be restrained, except for situations where the subject of his scrutiny was in need of privacy. And Aura Shield wasn't really an offensive technique, so it didn't need restriction … it would be useful against Ryoga, Herb or Saffron if they ever found and wanted to fight him again.

Ranma turned his reflections away from his moral questions, and to his guests.

The young friend of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable had been unable to arrange for a transport back to America until the next day, and an organisation called Global Justice was to pick up Shego and Dr Drakken from the Japanese authorities about the same time. In that capacity, Ranma had offered the two teens lodgings in his newly finished home, though it was not decorated or properly moved into, and he would personally take them back to this place on the west coast called Middleton.

This was Ranma's opportunity to return to his friends a few days sooner than originally planned, and it would probably be fun … provided Ron could keep his mouth shut. If that boy kept talking for the entire ride, Lydia was likely to try and kill him to get a moment of silence.

Ranma hoped his mother and the others would be able to get by without him once he left … there was an awful lot of things that needed to be moved, and several things needed to be bought, like stoves, washing machines, dish washers … unless Nodoka planned on having the clothes and dishes all washed by hand while cooking over an open fire … and then there were things like beds, sofas, and tables … all of which Ranma was perfectly capable of making on his own, but still needed the materials and time to do so.

The house was dark, which suggested that there were no one in at the moment, so Ranma let himself and his guests in.

He brushed off their questions of the sudden disappearance of the car, stating that he was entitled to his secrets.

Ron was the only one of the duo plus naked mole rat who did not grasp this concept, and kept asking despite Ranma's refusal to answer him.

The inside was filled with boxes, and luckily enough, several lamps had been installed, making illumination possible.

"I'm hungry!" whinged Ron suddenly, punctuated by an angry rumble from his stomach.

"Uh-huh!" agreed his small furless companion, who looked positively weak from starvation.

Kim groaned at the impolite behaviour of her team-mate. He could be so crude and rude some times …

"I guess I could order out …" mused Ranma. "I doubt mom's had any time to shop for food today …"

"Uh! Bueno Nacho! Bueno Nacho!"

"What is a Bueno Nacho?" Ranma asked Kim quietly, while Ron and Rufus were salivating at the dream of the food of their choice.

"It's a Mexican Fast-food chain," summed Kim up. "Spicy foods mostly, tacos, nachos, nacos, chimeritos … stuff like that … Ron and Rufus practically live in one of their locations back home."

"How upset would it make him if I decided to somewhat spice up his diet with something else?" asked Ranma, feeling pretty confident that there were no such food place in this area.

"You'd be branded as Evil Incarnate by him, and he would possibly never speak with you again," replied Kim, looking almost fearful of the possibility. After a moment, comprehension set in. "There's no Bueno Nacho around here, is there?" she asked in a very quiet whisper, nearly low enough to be unheard and only understood by lip reading.

Ranma shook his head, confirming her fear.

"Oh, boy …"

"What are you talking about over there?" asked the blonde boy, with suspicious curiousity. "Not plannin' on doing some kissing, are you?"

"Ron!" exclaimed Kim. "Just because we kissed once doesn't mean you own me! You said it yourself that us being a couple would ruin the team! You let me go, so who I kiss or not is none of your business!"

"This is about the food, isn't it?" deadpanned Ron. "Hey, if you don't want a naco, you can order something from the kiddie menu, but there's no need to throw a tantrum about it."

"Stop changing the subject!" snapped Kim. "You were jealous of me for not including you in the conversation with Ranma, and brought up something that happened because you thought Monique actually flirted with you-"

"Which – she – did." Added Ron defensively and crossed his arms with a huff.

"-then when I try to confront you about your feelings, and you just turn it around to it being me who is the insensitive one! Well, guess what! There is no Bueno Nacho around here!"

"I am not trying to change the subject!" huffed Ron, crossing his arms defensively. "And what do you mean there's no Bueno Nacho? There's like millions of them all over the world! You can hardly throw a rock without it hitting a window at one! It's like Starbucks! At least one per city block! Heck, I'm sure they've even got a Bueno Nacho on the moon!"

"I'm sorry," interrupted Ranma. "But if you insist on fighting, I'm going to have to ask you to take it to the dojo, that's what it's there for. As for the food, the only American food you get in this part of town would be from that burger place … what's-its-name … has this clown in a yellow and white prison uniform for a company mascot …"

"No Bueno Nacho?" gasped Ron, as though he had just learned there was an asteroid headed for that exact spot, and there was no chance for escape. "That is unacceptable! You'll just have to drive around until you find one!"

"Ron, you can't just demand that our host run out to get you your Naco-fix from what might be on the other end of a very major metropolis!" hissed Kim. "We're guests in his home, and are in no position to make demands! There is no Bueno Nacho, deal – with – it!"

During the argument, Rufus the naked mole rat had scurried away from his owner, and sought refuge with Ranma.

"Are they always like this?" asked Ranma.

"No," squeaked the rodent sadly.

"They have history together?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Do you mind that we have to get something else to eat?"

"Sorta' …"

"Can you have something else to eat?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Okay, I'll just leave the room to call in my order … could you keep an eye on the two?" asked Ranma. "Bite them if they start turning violent … I just finished building this house, and I don't want to have to patch it back up again for a while."

"Yessir!"

With that, Ranma left the room to call in an order to the nearest pizza place, figuring it would be better to get at least that … pizza had a bigger potential for being spicy than hamburgers, so maybe he could have the pizza place make the pizza in a Mexican style. One thing was for certain … he ate a lot, Ron apparently ate a lot, and then there were five women to take into consideration as well … twelve large pizzas should be enough, and if not, he could pop down to the drive-through of the burger place he could not remember the name of at the moment … maybe get Rufus a little, oh, what was it called … Merry-meal? Joyous-meal? Blissful-meal? Argh! The menu with the cheap toy.

"Hello? American Pizza?" asked Ranma into his cell-phone. "Great! I need twelve large pizzas delivered four blocks north of your establishment to the newly built house- … yes I'm the owner … no, this is not a prank call … well, I want four with jalapeño, taco-spiced beef, crushed taco shells and corn … Yes, I'm serious … on the next four, I want the Hawaiian-style topping, sans the pineapple. I cannot stress this enough, no pineapple. If there is one minute piece of pineapple on any of the pizzas, I will personally come down there and demonstrate how I levelled the old building that stood where I am now, understood? Good … On the next two pizzas, I want bacon, mini-meatballs, chilli, and extra cheese … yes, I'm aware of the rumours of that stuff clotting up the arteries, but I'll chance it … the next single one, I want squid, shrimp, tuna, mushrooms and paprika … yes, it may be unusual … on the last pizza, I want nothing but standard topping, beef and cheese … how much? Twenty thousand yen? That sounds a little steep, but okay … what? Delivery within half an hour or it's free? Very well. Thank you, good bye!"

Ranma really disliked ordering something over the phone, especially food. Those operating the phones were usually earning minimum wage, and were very grumpy over being under-paid and over-worked, and had a tendency for taking out that rage at anyone who would listen … he was just lucky that he was in a position to get the operators fired, or they would have blamed him for their unfair working conditions. And if the delivery person actually was late in dropping off the food, it was very likely that they knew the cost would be deducted from their pay, and sought to exact some kind of revenge on the customer, possibly by doing something unsanitary to the food … sigh … the sacrifices he made for friends, family and guests. He just hoped the grumpy employees didn't defy him and put pineapples on the pizzas despite his threat … after all the pineapple bombs he had been exposed to during his time at Furinkan, the tropical fruit was very unappetising to him …

The argument in the living room had luckily ended by the time Ranma returned, but the two teens were sitting in opposite ends of the room, deliberately avoiding looking at the other. In the middle, Rufus was making agitated chatter noise, trying to get the two to make up again.

"Well, I've ordered some takeout …" announced Ranma, not really knowing what to say.

"Did you order me a Grande-sized Naco and Big-gulp?" asked Ron, turning his attention to Ranma.

"No, I called out for pizza … it was the only thing I could think of that delivered," replied Ranma. "But, in the spirit of compromise, I had a Mexican theme on four pizzas, as spicy as I could think of at the time."

Ron, obviously insulted, huffed and turned around again.

"Don't mind him," said Kim in a resigned tone. "He'll come around after-"

"Ranma? Are you in?" called a female voice.

"Yes, mom!"

Nodoka entered the living room with a box marked "kitchen utensils" in her arms.

"Everything okay at the bank?" asked the redhead and gave her son a light peck on the cheek as she moved to get to the kitchen with her box.

"It will be, once they upgrade their security," replied Ranma with a hint of a threat. "Some green woman with glowing hands-"

"Shego," added Kim as she approached.

"Thank you," thanked Ranma absently. "This Shego person simply walked in, cut the bars down from the vault door, and ripped out my safety deposit box without anyone stopping her or even setting off the alarm, if I understood the situation right … only after the woman had left did someone discover the gaping hole where my box had been."

"Ranma," Nodoka's voice was stern, suddenly. "Where are your manners? You haven't introduced me to our guests."

"Oh, I'm sorry," apologised Ranma. "But where are the others?"

"Ranma!"

This was the only warning Ranma got before Lydia and Beebee bowled him over in a double over-enthusiastic tackle-hug.

"It seems your fiancées missed you, son …" commented Nodoka slyly, shifting the box in her arms. "How about they show you how much?"

"NO!" denied Ranma. He immediately regretted doing so as passionately as he did, because Lydia and Beebee started looking hurt. If there was one thing that could still make Ranma go weak, it was a crying girl, and he did not want it to get that far. "I mean, this is not the time or place! We have guests!"

"Who you have yet to introduce us to," reminded Nodoka sternly, though the tone was milder than it normally would have, due to the combination of new guests and the sight of her son being manly.

"Sorry," apologised Ranma again, and managed to push himself to his feet, the two women still attached to his torso. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and his pet, Rufus. Guys, this is my mother, Nodoka Koki," with a hand gesture, he indicated his mother. "On my left, we have Beebee, and on my right, Lydia McKraken."

"Beebee?" asked Ron, cringing. "She's not a killer robot, is she?"

"Oh no!" squeaked Rufus, and dove into the pant pockets of Kim, Ron having to borrow a pair that had no pockets.

"Only if someone hurts my Ranma-sama!" cooed Beebee, and nuzzled Ranma's neck. After the two had learned about Ranma's exempt from marital laws, she had been more forward with her emotions towards Ranma, as had Lydia … Ranma had gotten used to it, more or less.

"So she is a robot?" affirmed Kim.

"Only technically!" protested Beebee. "On the inside, I'm a sensuous woman in love …" this statement was finished with a purr.

"She used to be a bit bomb, but her creator upgraded her to an android … I think …" explained Ranma.

"What about her?" asked Kim, indicating Lydia.

"I'm a ninja, formerly in the service of an evil old man … but then I met Ranma," answered Lydia, also nuzzling into Ranma, but threw a glare at Kim that clearly warned her about trying anything with the person she was clinging to.

"A ninja?" asked Ron. "Did you go to Yamanouchi?"

"No …" drawled Lydia slowly, wondering why he asked. "But Nodoka did."

"What?" asked Ron, looking the elder woman over. "No way, she doesn't look anything like a ninja …"

"Young man, not only was I one of the graduates of Yamanouchi, I was a Swords Mistress as well, and thought to be the next worthy to receive Mystical Monkey Powers," replied Nodoka sternly, setting the box down. "But it seems that it was not meant to be …"

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that …"

"Anyway, the two women standing in the door are sisters, Nabiki and Kasumi Tendo. They are unofficially adopted addition to the Koki family …" continued Ranma before things got too far off track. "I've invited Kim and Ron to stay the night, and take them home in the morning … which means I will not be here to decorate the house, I'm sorry, mom."

"No apologies necessary, son," assured Nodoka. "I will try to keep the decorations from getting out of hand … am I to assume that you will be sharing your Master bedroom with your fiancées?"

Ranma shuddered for a moment. He didn't really know what to think … the past week or so had been safe because he had spent the nights on the couch, in a different room than Beebee and Lydia, and thus had some amount of control over the situation … if he shared a room with them, he would not remain a virgin for very long. From what he had been told by the women he had shared a home with for the past days, that might not be such a horrifying experience as he had initially been lead to believe … according to his mother, Lydia, and surprisingly Kasumi, it was quite an enjoyable experience, one that should be relived as many times as his body could handle.

Ranma knew his mother had the ulterior motive of wanting grandbabies, and would therefore not try to point out any drawbacks or pains involved … but Kasumi had no such ulterior motive, and Ranma had a very difficult time trying to accept the concept of Kasumi not being a virgin, though to whom she had given herself, he didn't dare ask … his idyllic image of her had already been rocked a great deal when he heard her proclaim in tandem with Nodoka and Lydia how good the act of making love could be, if he found out who the man was Ranma was likely to track him down and try to permanently put out his light for daring to befoul such a pure and beautiful woman as her. She was a living saint, an angel descended to Earth. Had she not been such a maternal figure, Ranma was certain he would long ago have tried to do as the unknown man he so loathed for plucking Kasumi's flower. But, was this jealousy rearing its head?

"YES!" exclaimed Lydia and Beebee in response to Nodoka's question before Ranma could reply, and tightened their hold on him, giving each other slightly peeved glances for having to share, but as they had secretly come to agree upon, they would not be like Ranma's previous fiancées and treat him like a prize to be won … if he could not decide, they would share him until such time that he chose.


The following morning, a tired Ranma pulled his car from stuff space after a hearty, traditional Japanese breakfast.

Ron and Kim were very impressed with the feat of pulling a vehicle from nothing, as they had not been looking when Ranma was stowing it away the night before. Ron was still sulking about not having any Naco or Chimurito for dinner, but tried not to look like it.

Beebee and Lydia were very perky, practically beaming … Ranma, however, was looking very tired, not having gotten a wink of sleep for the entire night of being sandwiched between two beautiful women. He expected the other proverbial shoe to drop, and wasn't able to find rest because of it.

"Take care, son," said Nodoka seriously. On the surface, no trace of emotion could be seen, but Ranma could read her well enough to tell she was very sad at being separated from her only child once more.

"I'll be back before you know it, mom," consoled Ranma and hugged his mother tightly. "Take care of Nabiki and Kasumi, and don't forget yourself, okay?"

"Of course, Ranma."

Smiling more confidently than he felt in the face of the long journey and the return to his sensei, Ranma climbed into the driver's seat. Kim, Ron, Beebee and Lydia also climbed in, but there was a brief scuffle for the passenger seat. Ron was assigned to it so there would be no quarrels or grudges between Lydia and Beebee.

To the astonishment of the watching neighbours, the car lifted off the ground before the wheels turned vertically until they were horizontal, and started emitting a glowing light from the caps. With no more sound than a whisper of displaced air, the car took to the skies, heading into the rising sun.


Ryoga was content despite his quest to worsen Ranma's afterlife for the suffering he had caused him.

He and Akane had been travelling for quite a while now, and they had gotten together early on … to that end, there had been no need to get a second tent for her. This had saved some time and effort in packing and unpacking, leaving some time to other things, such as training or even cooking … the last was far more dangerous to his health than the first, despite how dangerous training might be.

He had quickly managed to convince Akane that she didn't have to do the cooking … though he didn't have the heart to tell her that she was making poison when she did, he couldn't stand her food for long before he couldn't survive it any more, and he knew it … thus the boy had taken on the responsibility of cooking for them both on his own.

"Is that a U.F.O.?" asked Akane out of the blue from where she entered the clearing they were spending the night in, carrying the stack of wood they would use to cook breakfast.

Ryoga looked up and saw a dark shape cross the sky. Shading his eyes, he could make out the outline of a … car …

"No, it's just some rich snob out for a joyride …" he grunted. Those people didn't have any consideration for travellers or the environment … a car that could fly was most likely a very big consumer of fossil fuel, and the exhaust from such a heavy use would only help in killing the globe. "Bet it's Ranma's fault …"


In the car, Kim and Ron were very surprised when as soon as they came out over water, the speed picked up significantly. They had not travelled this fast the last time they had been in it, and had not exactly been in the right state of mind to notice much from their surroundings after the shocking display Ranma made of his fight. Kim kept her questions to herself, knowing that she would not understand the techno-babble that her asking would lead to … unfortunately, Ron was not as smart.

"So, what kind of mileage do you get on this thing?"

"What do you mean?" asked Ranma, consulting his onboard computer, which functioned as a Global Positioning System. It wouldn't do to get off course, so checking on the course every now and again was prudent.

"I mean, what kind of gas do you use, and how far do you get on the gallon?" clarified Ron, leaning over to see the monitor to check on what was so interesting.

"I don't use any gas or fossil fuels of any kind … I use energy and springs."

"Springs?" asked Ron in a panic. "Are you saying that all that is keeping us in the air, high above the surface of the ocean and far from shore is a spring and a battery?"

"No … there are several springs, and they are perfectly capable of propelling this car over sand dunes at speeds of eighty miles an hour … we, the living persons in this car, are giving the batteries of the car power to keep the springs within a certain tautness and to add to it, we are giving the car an extra boost of a couple of times sonic speed … the energy from the air and sun is what is keeping the car above the ground."

There was a moment of silence as Ron tried to accept this.

"You mean this car is sucking us dry?"

Ranma groaned … couldn't this kid shut up?

"No," Ranma replied. "It is only absorbing what energy your body is giving off to its surroundings … the energy within you will not be touched unless someone is careless in the production and programming of the chips, which I never am because of the potential danger."

"Soooo … does this thing have a radio?"

"No."

"DVD?"

"No."

"Internet?"

"No."

"Video games?"

"Do I have to kill you to shut you up?" growled Lydia at Ron. This would normally not intimidate Ron, but the kunai poised to jab through his jugular had the desired result.

Ranma looked back at Lydia through the rear view mirror, a stern furrow of his brow very noticeable.

"Sorry," sighed Lydia. "I shouldn't have threatened anyone …"

Ranma nodded in satisfaction. Imagine, he was able to be stern with women! Not two months earlier, he was run over by them on a daily basis, and now he managed to command at least one by a mere look! Granted, it wasn't much of a command, and it was more a common courtesy to apologise after threatening someone's life, but still, it was a big step up from how his life had been in Nerima.

"Don't be," Kim assured Lydia. "Ron, stop being you, and take a nap."


In Atlanta, Lord Erwin "Peewee" Talon was approaching divine levels of ire.

All his henchmen had been on the case of the missing samples and data for well over a week, with nothing to show for it at all. It was as if the samples and data had simply vanished, something that should not be possible … someone had assisted in the disappearance, and he intended to find out who, why and how to get back at them ten fold.

He had scoured the house for clues, searching every nook and cranny, top to bottom, inside and out … he blamed Daishi for the mess made out of his mother's underwear drawer, and Ionis was stuck with the responsibility for the mess in the secret collection of hardcopy pornography Peewee's father had hidden in his office … it was good to be the boss, as he could just shove responsibility for negative events on his subordinates.

Looking over the reports his primary team of henchmen had given him about the sample-gathering mission, Peewee realised that the sample must have come from what the reports described as the three ninja that interfered with the gathering … ninja were supposed to be stealthy … maybe one of those ninja had realised that he had a sample from one of them, and retrieved it from him before he could do anything significant with it. But if that was the case, why then could not Daishi find traces of them? Wasn't Daishi supposed to be the best? Wasn't that how he got his title?

That meant there was a possibility that his henchman was lying … or someone better had not tried to claim the title of the best, and had somehow gotten into his house.

Had there been magic involved, Ionis, with his genetic enhancements, should have easily detected it, or at the very least found a trace of residue magic at the scene.

Peewee had to come to terms with the fact that there was little he could do to retrieve the samples.

That meant there was only one thing left to do … he would have to retrieve new samples, and the only place he knew he could find some, was the Diggers' residence. From the accounts of his henchmen, the three ninja seemed to be after Ranma as well, which meant they might be after him still … maybe he should mount another mission with all of them … first he needed to get Ionis out of the healing tank, where he was recovering from the beating he got when Zelda found out how perverted he had been, and had denied it, saying that he had no need for porn when she was dressed as she was …


It was getting dark when a black car with a silver outline of a paw on its hood touched down on the front lawn of the residence of the younger Diggers.

The stop in Middleton had been brief, something Ranma was glad for … Ron had not shown any signs of having forgiven him his choice in dinners the night before, and as such had remained frosty towards everyone for the remainder of the trans-pacific journey after having been told to take a nap. As soon as they had landed in Middleton, the "Kimmunicator" had gone off, and this kid Wade had been insistent enough in making Ranma promise to visit some time in the not to distant future so they could discuss their inventions.

The landing had not gone unnoticed, and soon people were pouring from the house to greet the arrivals.

"Ranma!"

With barely enough time to flinch, Ranma was tackled from the side of the car and into the ground by two enthusiastic blondes, who insisted on reminding him of their impressive assets by grinding them into him.

Desensitised as he had started to become to the sense of danger that had previously accompanied the act of physical intimacy of any kind from the female sex, Ranma could not help but be a little skittish … Beebee and Lydia may have come to an agreement between them that kept them from fighting each other over him, but as far as he knew this agreement did not apply to anyone else, which meant chaos would erupt– hey, why was their mother at their place instead of at home?

"Hello," he said flatly. Frankly, he was confused … his body was responding to the attention he was getting despite his best efforts, and had it not been for the pants he wore over his mage suit, it would have been visible to all. "I take it someone missed me?"

"What gave you that idea?" asked Lydia. "The two women attached to you, grinding their breasts into your sides and sliding their legs along yours, or the welcoming smiles of Mrs Diggers and the others?"

"A combination of the two," groaned Ranma theatrically as he got up, making a spectacle of bringing the two women with him. When he was back on his feet, Ranma changed into hybrid form and stretched as much as he could with the two, now taller, women hanging on to him. "It's good to be back!"

He was suddenly the victim of another two women, who attached themselves to him … why would Beebee and Lydia react like this? Was his pheromone levels that significantly different from his human form?

Because he was so distracted from the plentiful number of talents pressing into him and the number of hands he had to keep from undressing him in public view, Ranma did not notice the well endowed shadow that slinked away from a tree overlooking the property.

"How was your mother?" asked Mrs Diggers kindly.

"Very pleased about these two," replied Ranma, indicating Lydia and Beebee as well as he could. "Though she was disappointed when she learned that Beebee wasn't human … she's expecting Lydia and any other woman in my circle to pop out kids at any given moment so she has some grandkids to dote on. My father has been taken care of, and will not be a threat in the near future, and because of it the Emperor saw fit to reward me …"

"What with?" asked a curious Mrs Diggers. It wasn't every day someone got rewarded for something by the ceremonial figurehead of the country. Though she also started imagining having grandbabies to dote on …

"Oh, a small sum of money …" sighed Ranma. "A piece of land … -cough-legal-cough-polygamy-cough-" the last bit was masked deliberately by a series of coughs … it was not a good thing to let the world know. Ranma internally shuddered in fear of what the Amazons would have done if they heard of that. Knowing them, they'd send in dozens of skilled warriors to breed with him so they would have a stronger tribe that could possibly conquer the entirety of the Jusenkyo area, followed by the rest of mainland China and possibly the world if it came to that.

Fortunately, no one could question him before his stomach rumbled loudly, drawing attention to his appetite.

"Maybe we should get started with supper?" suggested Mrs Diggers with a slight smile.

"I think that's a good idea," agreed Beebee emphatically.

"Yes," purred another voice from behind Mrs Diggers. "And maybe I can help serve his appetites afterwards …"

Ranma looked around the many women embracing him to see Madrid sauntering towards them.

Now, Ranma may have had problems rejecting women, being as kind-hearted as he was … but there was something about Madrid that cried out to him that she was unworthy of trust … that she would sell his soul in exchange for her freedom … that she'd turn on him like a praying mantis the moment she believed he had served her needs.

"Sorry, no," replied Ranma, making certain everyone knew he was answering Madrid. "But I'd love something to eat, thank you."


Author's Notes; Another chapter reread, and this one contained surprisingly few errors compared to what I've covered thus far …

When I wrote Hardcopy Pornography, I did not mean Hard Core Pornography, I meant magazines and physical photographs, not digital … not that I am assuming that everyone will jump to this conclusion, but I like to make sure.

Small writing tip; It seems that several people have a problem distinguishing between "There" and "Their" while writing fanfictions. For those who find that there is no difference, please pay attention, for those who do not find this confusing, read and find yourselves amused at the expense of the uninformed. The word "Their" is the third person plural possessive determiner … or in simpler terms, it is used to mention the property, possessions, of more than one person. The word "There" is often used as the subject of the verb "Be" to say that something exists or does not exist, or to draw attention to it … you use "There" in front of certain verbs when you are saying that something exists, develops, or can be seen … whether the verb is singular or plural depends on the noun which follows the verb.

Credits; The idea of Ranma using Telekinesis to fly came from Shakeval, who has been more than generous in contributions of ideas in the past.

I would also want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing my story, though not everyone could contribute with a few strokes of brilliance … unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, there are too many of you out there to mention by name, so I hope you will accept this blanket appreciation.