Cyber Dreams

A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines Transformers Fusion

Written by Shuan Garin

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Oh man, Dinobot against six Preds. There won’t be enough of him left
to make a toaster.

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Prologue

Genma was sure of it. He was going to die, or die a horrible death by
his best friend, or his wife by that damned family sword of hers. In any
case, he was going to freeze if he didn’t get out of this damned snow
storm soon.

His thoughts flickered to Ranma, a mere boy of seven. How could he
survive in this cold? Also, DID he survive? Pushing aside thoughts
like that, he reasoned that his boy could survive. Like he did. If not,
then he’d be doing a hell alot of running.

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Time Log 1 : Beginnings

The little boy stumbled into the shrine atop the snowly peaks, shivering
as he forced the doors closed. Within moments, monks of fatherly
figure came and started to tend to them.

If Ranma was awake to notice their approach, he would have noticed
at first glance that they seem to be a curious mixture of men and animals.
The lead monk reached down and picked him up, his body adorned with
furry skins. “He needs treatment. Then we take him to the Ancient One.”

A second, a striped dark brown man with the traditional robe nodded and
brought forth a stretcher. They laid the child down on the stretcher and
brought him into the back chambers where he under went treatment.

The monk who started to treat him was actually a woman in lion skins,
large floppy ears sticking out of her head, fur seemingly grown into her
forearms, a twitching tuffed tail and had dark furred golden hands. “He’s
gone under severe training. From these markings, some fool had decided
to train him in the Nekoken.”

The other monk, a tall, slender man with a smiling face and in place
of where the woman had fur, he had reptilian skin. Golden eyes stared
out at the boy and he touched his forehead. “He is suffering from extreme
cold. We should get him under the CR Chamber immediately.”

“But that is only reserved for we monks in the shrine and the Ancient
One.”

The man nodded but said, “He will understand. Please help me carry
him there.”

Minutes later, the unconcious little boy was lowered into a shimmering
pool of transparent liquid, a rebreather on his face.

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Ranma awoke, looking instantly for his dad. Where was he? Did he
survive the storm? Where am I for that matter?

Slipping cool feet into slippers conviently placed there, he stood up and
started to explore the room. Barely two meters from the door, a pleasent
female voice said, “Oh, so you are awake?”

The woman was vaguely... catlike... Ranma looked at her with interest.
His father, on the verge of training him in the Nekoken for a second time,
found that the pages were stuck together, and described the REAL way to
teach the Nekoken. Thus, he was not as afraid of the woman before him.
“Hi, where am I?”

She smiled and said, “You are in the Monestary of the Transmorphs.
Come, you must be hungry. I have food ready for you.”

Ranma’s mouth watered at the sound of food and he rushed to eat
the meal set before him. Within minutes, all the food was devistated,
sent down the malnutrioned body. “Thank you,” he said, following
an example that a friend taught him, “It was very good.”

“What is your name child?”

“Ranma. Ranma Saotome.”

“I am Lioness. A monk in this Monestary. Come, I would like you to
meet the elder of this monestary.”

Ranma followed the woman to a large set of doors and she rapped on
it. A faint buzzing sound responded and she opened it. “Ancient Wise
One, I bring to you a boy named Ranma Saotome.”

The torches illuminated a most definately NOT human face. It was
buglike, and his whole body was a polished green, black and yellow.
Four wings spread from his back and he sat, crosslegged, a smile on
his split jaw. Ranma shuddered in fear. The creature looked at him
and in a almost comical voice said, “Waspinator glad to meet you.
Waspinator welcome you to Transmorph Monestary.”

“Transmorph?” Ranma was lost until the woman seemed to let out
a growl and shifted. First, light grew from her eyes and started to run
over her body, until her fur covered her face, forearms and middle.
She hunched over and the rest of the transfomation took place, and
in the place of the woman stood a female lion who wore an intelligant
look on her face.

“This is Transmorphing Ranma-chan,” she said kindly, letting the
boy run his fingers over the soft fur.

“Wow...”

Waspinator walked forward, supporting himself on a small gnarled
walking cane, the origins dating back 65,000,000 years. In fact,
on closer inspection, it was the war hammer that Dinobot used to
fight Megatron in the battle that cost him his life the first time.
The wood tapped the ground a few times before he bent over to
look at him with his bug eyes. “Ranma,” he said, laying a hand on
the boy’s shoulder, “would you like to learn the secrets of this
school of Transformation? How to Transform like her, and me?”

Ranma, being a eager child, nodded.

Waspinator smiled and said, “Lioness, start his education. I can see
that his education was largely ignored and he needs to learn the
maths, sciences, languages and such to get around in this world. And
when you feel ready, teach him Cybertron Sciences, Maths, and
Quantum Physics. Anything you feel is nessasary.”

The lion shifted into a human once more and she bowed. “Yes. Come
Ranma.”

Waspinator watched her go with the boy and felt a ache in his joints.
He was old. Several million years old by now. He just hoped that he
had a successor to his art of Transformation and Bonding.

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Two years later after Ranma’s arrival, he was a boy of ten years old,
strong, fast, and intelligant. He had eagerly soaked up all the material
that Lioness had thrown at him, and surpassed Master Waspinator’s
wildest dreams. Already he could construct Diecast materials, read
Cybertron scripts both modern and ancient, and other such things such
as Quantum Physics, Transwarp, Jump Gates, and whatever she had
felt was nessesary to get along in the real world.

Now, he was ready. He had recieved his vision from the Oricle and
now, he was ready to undergo the ritual of beast taming. Already,
he knew the animal he would fuse with and become one with,
cybernetically, phyically, mentally, and spiritually.

As he opened the doors to the inner sanctum, Waspinator tapped
his way towards the young boy and said, “We are ready. Good luck.”

As the doors closed behind Ranma, a large white bengal tiger came
out of the darkness, its green eyes looking at him curiously. Ranma
approached it, and sat down, crosslegged.

Long minutes passed as he stared into its eyes, feeling a kindrid
soul within the tiger. The wanderlust he felt, the pride, the sensitivity,
and the love for life. A wise intelligance as he reached out his hand
towards the tiger. A large white paw rose and Ranma’s hand passed
into it like a ghostly apprition, and then, they became one.

He wandered through time and space, revelling in his newfound
knowlage and power. Saw earth, nearly 65,000,000 years ago. A
tiger, green and white, wise, loved nature...

Tigatron...

I am...

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Ranma felt such bliss, such lust for life, and such wisdom held within
the wise old tiger. As he opened his eyes, blue eyes staring out from
the thick pelt of fur, he sat on his haunches and roared to the sky.

Waspinator then came into the room with Lioness and smiled through
his scary exterior. “Ah Ranma. Cat-bot I see. Yes.”

Ranma grinned, showing large teeth. “I have chosen my name. A
name from the past and future. I... am Tigatros Prime.” He hunched
on his legs and said, “Tigatros Primal, Maximize!”

His body swung back as he rose up on hind legs, and he was painted
in a green and white matt, a wise, seemingly whiskered face looking
out on the world. His eyes were human, a deep shade of blue.

Waspinator laughed in delight. “Tigerbot bring back memories. Now,
you learn your other modes.”

And thus, the training began.

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Six years later...

“Concentrate... let the beast without become the robot within. And
beyond that, the human spark. Yes... good... that’s it.... almost there.”

Ranma reached into his center, the universe spiraling about his eyes.
He felt the call of the ancient sparks as he spoke words. “The Matrix...
and beyond that... the Oricle...”

Waspinator smiled warmly and then, his chest plate swung outwards.
There, sitting in the middle of his mechanical torso was a glowing
spark, full of ancient knowlage and power. “The Decepticon Matrix
of Leadership.”

Ranma then saw the future. Melds of organics and technology, beast
machines of power... I am Transformed.

As he came out of his trance, he blinked a few times, and then looked
at his mentor, his mouth open. “A Matrix?”

“The Decepticon Matrix of Leadership. Waspinator carry this for
his whole life, building its power to the fullest. Now, Waspinator give
this to you Ranma, so you become a real Primal. Is Waspinator last gift
to you.”

“Last...” his words dawned on him and he leapt to his feet in alarm.
“Sensei! You can’t die on me!”

“Waspinator live long good life. For million of years, Waspinator
teach people secret of Transformation. Now, Waspinator pass
legacy to you. Take Matrix, embrace it and become whole.”

Ranma approached his teacher, and with his hands, took the Matrix
from the Transformers fingers. It flared with a holy light, and his
chest place flipped open, revealing a place for it. Ranma fit the
Matrix into his own chest and it closed. Then, Waspinator vanished,
his spark streaming into Ranma’s chest.

Ranma grasped for him but it was too late.

Ranma choaked on his tears as his longtime friend, father and mentor
vanished into the Matrix. He was a good Transformer. Worthy of
the task set to him. “B..beast mode...”

His body seemed to flip about as he transformed into the bengal tiger.
Padding out of the door, he noticed that the walking staff of his
was now starting to become dust, leaving the stone head behind. He
picked it up between his teeth and walked out to fashion a monument.

It would be the last thing he would do as a member of the Monestary
of Tranformation.

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Two months later...

Ranma shifted his backpack to a more comfortable state as he
approached the village ahead. He wished that he could travel in his
Beast mode, or at the very least his hybrid mode. But make due.
Besides, he hated the smell of wet fur.

Currently, the teen was in human form, and he was a sight to behold
for the women of the Amazon tribe. Tall, lean and about six foot
two with muscleculture, and long black hair, loose about his face.
Many women mummured as he stepped along, his steps light, like a
sure feline.

As he approached the nearest kioske, he asked in Chinese, “Can I
buy something to eat here?”

The woman nodded and said, “Ramen is the house specialty. Only
500 Yuan.”

“Here’s a thousand. I would like two beef ramen please.”

As his food was served, a elderly woman on a stick bounced up to him
and started to study him intently. Letting her study him, he made a
show of eating the noddles which were of great quality. He thanked
the vendor and she blushed deeply. When the old woman spoke, it was
in a smooth voice. “Hello sonny. Where’d you come from?”

“The Hymalias in the east. I am heading to Japan Mrs...”

“Khu Lon, Matriarch of the Amazon Tribe.”

“Khu Lon. I am Tigatros Primal, formerly known as Saotome Ranma.
I wish to know if a obese man in a gi has come by here and commited
any vile deeds in your village.”

“The Panda with the Guide from Jusenkyo? What do you know of him?”

Ranma’s brows crashed together. “So he is alive. And still thieving 
and ripping off innocent people under the guise of the Art.” He 
finished his noodles and said, “I wish to confront him for his crimes 
as his former son.”

Khu Lon was impressed at the young man. And such an odd name, 
clearly not one of the moronic Musk Dynasty men. Tigatros Primal. 
A small smile went over her face as she said, “He has eaten the prize 
for our martial arts tournament. My great grandaugher Xian Pu was 
very upset about the whole thing.”

“I appologize. If there is anything I can do to make amends, I will
do it without delay.”

Khu Lon’s eyes sparkled in joy. YES! Maintaining her composture,
she said, “We have a custom here. If an Outsider male defeats an
Amazon woman, they are legally married within the bounds of
China and Japan. My granddaughter is looking for a man to catch.
Would you like to be him?”

Ranma smiled. “Why not? It would be nice to settle down. But I
must show you something first.”

Khu Lon thought she couldn’t be surprised in over two hundred
years. She was wrong as he cast off his cloak and two tattoos on his
shoulders glowed. “Beast mode!”

His body seemed to reform itself as he landed on all fours and his
body became a white bengal tiger. He roared loudly for a few seconds
before he stretched languishly. Khu Lon gaped, her mouth opening
and closing like a fish. “How?”

“I am the Heir of the Art of Transformation.” Ranma then hunched
down and said, “Tigatros Primal, Maximize!” His body flipped 
backwards, his forepaws coming to a rest on his back. His legs 
straightened into large muscled appendages, his head moved to his 
chest and his head flipped out into the top of the shoulders, locking
together. Arms came out of his torso and unfolded. His blue eyes
and face, extremely wise and knowlageable, he smiled down at the
ancient matriarch.

“Incredible... Xian Pu!”

“Yes Great-grandmother?” The athletic amazon bounced up to her
and she gawked at the Transformer. “Aiya, is tigermachine!”

“Xain Pu, he is willing to fight you to make amends for the moronic
panda that ruined your tournament. He is a looker, isn’t he?”

“Xain Pu no marry machine!”

Ranma smiled before pulling out his trump card. “Hybrid mode.”

It was strange on how he changed. His face seemed to melt away
into a human’s, his torso with the tiger head became bare as it lifted
and attatched itself to his head, the open mouth encircling his face.
His forearm fur receeded and the legs behind him seemed to melt
into his back. His legs became flesh and bone, and the fur stretched
upwards to his solarplexus. He grew a long swishing tail, and his ears
pricked up with the end of the transformation. Xain Pu looked at
him again and fell in love. “Oh he goregeous...”

Ranma was rather attractive. Standing at seven foot, he had green
stripes encircling his flat muscled chest, his forearms were covered
with fur on the outer half, and his hands ended in strong fingers.
The fur on his lower half was covering a washboard stomach, his
legs, large and powerful, and he had cat feet that he balanced on the
balls of his feet. His tail twitched, and his face was mature, refined
and distinguished. His ears twitched a few times as the assembled
amazons sighed. Long black hair flowed from his head, trailing
down his back to make him look like an ancient skinned warrior
of old.

Khu Lon was impressed to say the least. The boy was a supurb
fighter, and had a school of techniques under his belt that she
even didn’t know about, and he was a hunk to boot. Ah if she 
was only a few centuries younger...

“Well Xain Pu, do you accept the challenge?”

Xain Pu nodded dumbly.

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Ranma had reverted back to his human form, expecting that if
he stayed in his robot mode or hybrid mode, she could get hurt.
Fighting women was one thing. Actually hurting them without
a concious was another. He took a stance and decided on Tai
Chi.

Shampoo balanced her bonbouri in her hands for a brief second
before rushing in. Ranma, taken back by her speed, dodged her
attack and parried the swung bonbori. He started an assult on her
body with a series of kicks and punches that amazingly did not
go through her defence. Ranma increased the tempo of his
attacks and she was hard pressed to defend against him.

‘Tigerman strong and fast. Like cat.’ Shampoo had her own
defence against cats. “Katchu Tenshin Amaguriken!” Her hands
blurred into high speed strikes that Ranma was turned abruptly
on the defencive. He stepped back once, and then another, and
soon found himself on the edge of the combat log.

Shampoo felt the rush of the fight diminish as soon as he was
pressed backwards to the end of the challenge log. One good hit
and she would loose a husband. She was too YOUNG to become
an old maid!

Suddenly, through the blur of her hands, she felt a sickening crack
in her ribs and abruptly felt herself flying throughout the air.
He had landed a solid hit. It felt good she reflected to herself as 
she landed with a solid thud on the ground.

Then, she noticed something... she wasn’t hit.. not by a fist,
but a... oh lord, she was SHOT!

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Ranma’s sensors had picked up the man in the bushes, the scent
of a hyena about him. He had tried to warn her but the crack of
the gunshot had torn through Shampoo’s stomach and now she
was laying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Leaping off the challenge log at him, snarling ferally as he
changed to a tiger, and pounced on his prey. With a scream the
man threw up his sniper rifle and ran away, the markings of
Ranma’s teeth on his backside and the skins of the Musk Dynasty
on his back.

Cologne dashed towards the snarling tiger and put a hand on his
shoulder. “Those Musk Men,” she snarled dangerously, “I can’t
believe that they would stoop so low as to send an assassian to
attack my daughter!”

Ranma gasped and then bounded over to the bleeding girl. “Human
mode.” Once in human mode, he checked the wound. Reaching
into her perforated stomach, he removed the bullet lodged in her
spine with practiced ease. “Get her to a house and hurry! We
don’t have much time!”

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Ranma wiped his forehead as he closed up the skin. He retracted
his medical tissue regerator into his arm and said, “I have bad
news elder Cologne. She will never walk again. The bullet
damaged her spinal cord. At most, she will never use her legs or
even her left arm ever again.”

Cologne gripped the table and it snapped under her strength. 
“Damn!” she spat furiously. “Damn those cursed animal men!
Damn the to Hell for destroying my daughters life!!! DAMN
THEM ALL!!”

Just then, a teen wearing robes, glasses over his eyes and he had
a backpack in his hands. “Elder Cologne?” he asked softly. “How
is Shampoo doing?”

“Go away Mousse,” she said venomously. “This is a family
matter.”

Mousse nodded and left, and Ranma followed him. Mousse looked
up and with a practiced smile, greeted him. “Hi, I’m Mousse
Jiang. You must be Tigatros Primal, Shampoo’s husband?”

Ranma nodded and sighed deeply. “I still would have liked to stay
here but now... I don’t know...”

“Primal,” Mousse began, “I was once infatuated with Shampoo
to a crazed extent. Overbearing and arrogant, I chased her
affections away. Then, my mother sent me on a long training
trip and I learned to see past Shampoo. There are dozens of
women in the village that were in love with me before I lost
part of my sight during that mishap with the egg bombs. Primal,
don’t give up on her. There’s something you can do.”

Ranma watched the Hidden Weapons Master walk off and he
smiled. “Maybe there is something I can do...” he turned and
headed for the room.

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Shampoo sobbed freely. “Shampoo never be whole again!” she
wailed.

Her grandmother laid a motherly hand on her shoulder. “Don’t
fret. An amazon can overcome anything.”

“Or a Transformer as well.” Ranma. Cologne turned and there
he was, in full robot mode. On his arm, a Falcon was perched
there, silently waiting. “I know how to cure her. But I need her
consent.”

Cologne stepped back and let him settle down before the girl.
Ranma looked at her and said, “Shampoo, there is something
that I may be able to do... but it will cost you... cost you a
freedom that you had before...” The falcon hopped off his
arm and landed on her stomach. Shampoo looked at it curiously.

“What falcon here for?”

“Shampoo, there is a way... you can either live with your
injuries... or become like me... a biofused Transformer. Secrets
and knowlage beyond your wildest dreams. And this,” he said,
his chest opening and revealing the shimmering Matrix resting
within the cavity. Shampoo gasped and Cologne gasped as well.
“Is your key to living once more.”

“Incredible... the Ki forces from this small globe of shimmering
energy is enormous...” Cologne cast an almost reverent tone
towards the Matrix handled carefully in Ranma’s hands. “What
will you do Ranma?”

“I will try and attempt a biosoul fusion that I underwent a few years 
ago. Then, given time, I will train her in the art of Transformation 
and handling her new bodies. The task is difficult and only a few 
survive the training with their hopes and dreams intact. Do you wish 
to accept the fate bestowed upon you Shampoo of the Amazons?”

Shampoo looked from the falcon, to Tigatros, to Cologne and back 
to the falcon again. And as she stared into the deep pools of black.
Then, by unspoken consent, their souls and auras touched, melded
and they became one.

A name whispered out from the depths of her mind. A lover of
Tigatros Primal a very long time ago... millions upon millions
of years ago... a woman... a Transformer...

Airrazor...

But no... she was not Airrazor... she was someone different... a name
worthy of the form she took...

Falcona.. I am Falcona...

As Shampoo broke contact with the falcons eyes staring back at her,
she said quietly, “Shampoo do it.”

Then, she reached out with her right arm, and passed into the 
outstretched wing before her. The Matrix started to work its knowlage
and power upon the chinese girl, remoulding her into a being of power
and wise knowlage... the power of the sky, command of the winds,
and a love that spanned two Maximals together...

As the light grew, Ranma shielded his eyes as with Cologne, and in a
burst of light, the girl rose into the air, her body obstructed by a shining
glow.

Ranma rushed out after replacing the Matrix within his chest once more
and watched as the majestic falcon, a bird with a wingspan of over seven
feet, twice the norm for a falcon, came soaring out of the sky, and in
a loud triumphant, and throaty voice that cleansed Shampoo’s old accent
away, she proclaimed, “FALCONA, MAXIMIZE!”

A great bird screech was heard as her body unfolded from beneath the
feathers. Silver legs, dark brown feathers adorning her chest, arms and
taloned feet, the falcon head on the front of her chest, and her wings
folded into her back, making small, impossibly aerodynamic wings.
She crowed triumphantly while making several loops in the sky before
dropping down to the awaiting crowd of Amazons.

As she landed, a voice caught her sensitive hearing. She turned and said,
“Mousse... you’re back.”

Mousse faced her, standing tall, proud, with a fatherly look on his face.
A look that made Shampoo feel strangely loved. “Hello Shampoo. I
returned to hear about the Musk. And, the trip cleansed my mind of
my obsession of you. I accept you as a greater warrior. Ranma,” he said,
swiveling towards the man beside him, “Take good care of Shampoo.
If not, then I will be there to knock some sence into you.” He then
crossed the clearing to a younger girl of 15. “Soap, are you willing to
date with me?”

Soap’s face broke out into a estatic smile and she threw her arms about
his neck, literally leaping into his arms. “Wo Ai Ni...” she said, nuzzling
her face into his neck. Mousse blushed deeply as Shampoo, Cologne,
followed by Ranma and the rest of the Amazons cheered him on.

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“Do you have the rings?”

Ranma, standing tall in his hybrid form, an elaborate set of robes about
his body, reached into his robe and retrieved two gold rings, each in the
shape of a tiger and falcon. He gave the falcon to Shampoo and he
slipped the tiger ring onto her ring finger. She recipocated with the
falcon one.

Shampoo was stunning in her hybrid form, tall as he was, large
brown wings that extended from her back, taloned feet, slender
arms with feathers, purple hair flowing from under the falcon
head that adorned her head and below her face. Her exotic beauty
was nearly tripled to the sence that she was a goddess on the
face of the earth.

Cologne waited for the Chinese minister to continue. If by some
act of god that they didn’t get married within the next few seconds,
she would kill the interloper quickly.

Rin-rin and Ran-ran awaited their cousins final proclimation
of her love to the Japanese man before her.

Mousse silently counted the seconds between the rings and the final
word from the Preacher. Soap also stood, breathless with expectation.

“I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

Ranma lifted the silken veil that covered his wifes face and stared
deeply into the brandy eyes. She looked at him, an expression of
love returned. Then, they closed the gap and their union was 
celebrated with a wild cheer from the gathered amazons.

As they parted, Cologne hopped up to the platform and bellowed,
“WEDDING FEAST!”

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The feast was incredible, rich meats, succulant and surprisingly ancient
dragon meats, seasoned to perfection. Fresh cooked vegetables, rich
mongolian wines, and several pasteries and deserts that would make a
cook or connisere of fine cusine water at the mouth. Ranma and
Shampoo sat at the head of the table, feasting on the foods set before
them.

As Ranma picked at the food set before him, he asked, “What’s this?”

“Oh, that’s Chinese style sweet and sour pork. And the vegetables
around them are herbs, carrots and other vegetables from the west
and the east.”

“Your accent is totally gone love,” Ranma said, feeding his wife a
forkful of meat. She moaned in appreciation before feeding him.

Near the end of the feast, Ranma stood up and fired a few rounds from
his pulse cannon to gather their attention. “Can I have everyones
attention? This has been the best day of my life, next to the day when
I entered the village. I thank Great-grandmother Cologne for the support
she gave us, Mousse for his acceptance of an engagement with a marriage
later in the year,” a cheer rose for the man and his fiancee, “and lastly
for everyone accepting me into the family. ‘Till All Are ONE!”

“’Till All Are One! ‘Till All Are One!” The chant lasted into the night
as the feast weaned to a close.

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Two months later...

Ranma hugged the elderly woman who seemed to beam with new vitality
and vigor. “We’ll be back soon. I just want to visit my mother in Japan.”

Cologne smiled warmly. “If you need me, I will be here. But, you do
remember my offer?”

“Just call and a resturant will be ready. Take care Great-Grandmother.”
Shampoo kissed her on the forehead and hugged her warmly.

As the two turned for their journey towards the land of the rising sun,
Cologne felt a sence of nostalgia wash over her soul. She too had left
the village to seek out a husband. Shampoo had one come to her. An
educated man, sencere, warm, loving, and loyal. Now, she wished them
good travels to Japan, for their road ahead will be testing the bonds
that were made that wedding night.

Cologne pogooed into the hut of the Matriarch, and looked at the
painting on the wall. Ranma had did it in his spare time, a picture of a
scary buglike creature, but it emitted a warm and gentle aura. Underneath
the picture frame were the words, “Waspinator 65,000,000 to 1995.
May his spark join the Matrix in harmony.”

Cologne smiled at the picture and it seemed to smile back at her. Today
was a good day. The future looked even brighter.

Ranma’s words still echoed in her mind. ‘Till All Are One. Yes, she
agreed silently, ‘Till All Are One.


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