Cyber Dreams

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

written by Shaun Garin

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The tides have turned Optimus Primal, Yes.

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Time Log 2 : Journey to a New Land


“Here’s your passport sir, enjoy your stay.”

Ranma thanked the man at the gates and he and his new wife headed
towards the information booth. Upon arrival, he asked the lady behind
the desk if she could look up a family name.

“Of course sir. Name?”

“Saotome. Nadoka or Genma.”

The clacking of computer keys were heard for a few seconds before
she said, “There is a listing for Nadoka Saotome in the Juuban district,
5436 Takeuchi Street. And a listing for Genma Saotome at the Tendo
Dojo, 2896 Takahashi Street.”

“Is there a way I can send a telegram to Mrs. Saotome?”

“Of course sir, I’ll take it now. 500 yen please.”

Ranma gave her the money and started to dictate. “Mother. Stop.
I’m coming home from China. Stop. Be at the house in a few hours.
Stop. Love Ranma. Stop.”

“Okay sir, it will be sent immediately.”

Ranma thanked her and he picked up his bags. Shampoo followed him
as he hailed a taxi. “Ranma,” she said, looking about the airport, “It’s
a rather large city, isn’t it. Larger than Shanghai, don’t you think?”

“Mmm,” he said, taking in the foreign sights, sounds and smells of his
homeland. “Much more polluted as well.” As the taxi pulled up, he
climed inside, Shampoo following. “Takeuchi street in Juuban please.”

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Nadoka Saotome wiped her hands on her apron as the doorbell rang.
Opening her door, a man tipped his hat and said, “Mrs. Saotome?
I have a telegram for you.” He handed her the yellow sheet of paper
and left on his bike.

Nadoka turned it over in her hands for a second before she opened
it. As she read the telegram, her eyes watered with joy. “My son is
alive!”

Later, the doorbell rang once more. She opened it, as if expecting
a mirage of the mind. Instead, there was a young man, dressed in 
strange robes that resembled a monestary, a golden band, formed in
a shape of a Falcon, and deep blue eyes. A wise, serene look formed
about his face as he bowed low and respectfully. Beside him, a stunning
woman in a stunning kimono that matched her exotic chinese looks
and long purple hair that was seemingly natural. Brandy eyes matched
her looks in catish styles. Her ring finger was adorned with a tigerlike
gold ring. “Nadoka Saotome?” said the man. “I’m Ranma Saotome.
This is my wife, Xian Pu Saotome.”

Nadoka took in the two people before her, and a gasp caught in her
throat. He was PERFECT! The epitome of a man among men! She
swept the two into a grand hug and sobbed freely. “My boy, my
daughter... welcome home!”

Ranma and Shampoo hugged the Saotome Matriarch tightly and a
tear escaped Ranma’s eyes. “I love you mom.”

Pulling back, they entered the living room where she had set up an
elegant array of snacks. Settling down, Nadoka watched them eat
with a grace and elegance unmatched by the martial arts masters.
As Ranma sipped his tea, he set it down and said, “Mother, Xian Pu
and I have some secrets that we wish to share with you.”

And Nadoka listened, cried and laughed at the events portrayed
before her. Everything from the near fatal events of the Nekoken,
to the Snowstorm, to Ranma’s mentor and adopted father 
Waspinator, to his joining with the bengal tiger, and to the Matrix
resting within his chest, the lifeblood of his existance.

Shampoo’s life in the amazon village. Mousse and his constant 
adoration to her. His leaving for a cleansing trip. Ranma, her love
for him. The Sniper. The joining with the falcon, the spark resting
within her heart, and their marriage, joyful within the recent
months of bliss in the village.

Nadoka wiped her eyes free of tears and smiled, clasping her son and
daughter in law’s hands in hers. “I can’t believe it. Ranma, you are
a man among men. Your wife is a woman among woman. I love both
of you like you were both born of my own womb.”

Ranma smiled and reached over, giving his mother a hug. “Love you
mom.”

Nadoka wept again as she held her son.

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“This is so exciting Ranma!” Shampoo gushed, holding her bag in
her hands. Inside was a stunning dress suit, fitted to her curves but
concealing for normal Japanese society. Ranma carried a stack of
proper clothes for both him and Shampoo in parcels. Ranma’s
mother was extremely rich and she had given them credit cards
with maxes of two million yen each per month. Ranma wore a
new suit, a dark blue suit with a dark blue tie, white shirt and wore
new shoes. His robes were not normally worn for everyday use.
Besides, Nadoka wanted them fitted properly for their arrival at
the Tendos.

Ranma had also purchased two plain gold bands, signifying their
marriage, and Nadoka had cleared their marriage and status as
Japanese and Chinese citizens and a wed couple. “I know... now
if only the Tendo’s will be happy to see us along with Father,
then everything would be perfect.”

Shampoo skipped ahead, and hailed a taxi. “Don’t worry. Mother
is heading towards Nerima now. We have a 2:00 train so we can
get a bite to eat.”

“Something simple? McDonalds?”

“Sure!”

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Meanwhile, Nadoka was an inch close to disembowling her husband
with a spoon as he gibbered helplessly in the corner. Her katana
was out, which was to any person, a bad sign, and a vein was showing.
“Genma,” she said in that long drawn out tone of voice that promiced
violence, “you had the gall to engage my son to the Tendo girls,
WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!”

Soun was no help, crying like a baby over the recent news of his
former son-in-law already married. No help there. “Now No-chan,
it was for the sake of the art and the school, pleasedon’tkillme!!!” 
He started to cry as well, dreading extinction at the point of the
family sword. He may be the man in the family but I suspect that
everyone is able to tell who wears the pants in the family.

“I can’t believe you Genma. This is the stupidest thing that you
have ever done!”

“About as stupid as selling Ranma for a bowl of rice, pickles and
fish,” Nabiki droned in a bored tone. Inwardly, she was wondering on
how attractive this man was and how rich he was. Surely after showing
up after several years lost in the Tibentian mountians he had to have
some money.

Akane snorted, glad that the whole engagement buisness was done and
over with. All boys were perverts.

(The author would like to point out at this point that he has a extreme
Anti-Akane movement going in his personal life, wrought on by the
atrocities done by this mallet wielding girl in various fics such as The
Bitter End, The Bet : Another Approach and such. Takahashi may have
the final say but he loves Ukyou and Shampoo better than afformentioned
here. For those who wish to express their feelings on his personal quest
please write at the address on the page where this fic is stored. For those
who think I am contradicting from the Pokemon fic, please note that I
am using canon anime, and Akane rules there. Thank you.)

Kasumi just thought deeply. An engagement would have been nice but then
again, Dr. Tofu was a part in her life. Now if only he didn’t develop Love
Hystaria whenever she attempted to talk to him. Centered in life she may
be but dumb, she was not.

Soun, being the pathetic crybaby he was, just wailed louder.

A knock at the front gate brought Kasumi’s attention. “Oh, it must be
Ranma-san. I’ll get it.”

She stood, and crossed the lawn to the door where the gate was. She pulled
the door open and there was a handsome man that made her heart flutter
a bit before saying, “Ranma-san?” At his nod, she escorted him inside.
“Kasumi Tendo. Pleased to meet you.”

Ranma bowed with extreme politeness. All his sensors were picking up a
warm motherly aura from her body. Peace and love was enough to make
anyone feel welcome in her presence. “Pleased to meet you. This is
Xian Pu, my wife.”

“Hajeshmishite, call me Shampoo.”

Kasumi bowed again and smiled her megaton watt smile. “Please, come into
our home.”

“Thank you kindly.” Ranma followed them into the room where he was
met by varying looks. Soun seemed to be on the verge of crying or bursting
into insanely happy laughter, Akane had a distrustful look on her face, laced
with venom. Nabiki was calculating his value in monetary gain. Those suits
and rings were most definately expensive. Genma was starting to regain his
strength of confidence as he smirked at the teen. “Mother,” he greeted.
Then he nodded to the others. “Everyone, hello.”

Genma stood, brushed off his dirty white gi and greeted him with a very
vocal shout. “RANMA! YOU CAME BACK TO JOIN THE SCHOOLS!”

Ranma’s glare burned holes into Genma. If he was in his hybrid form, his eye
lazers would most definately have. “Father, I am happily married as of this
point. I have an education that surpasses anyone on the face of the planet.
Please, do not try to destroy a marriage that came out of love and trials.
Xain Pu and I are connected on a level that you cannot expect to break.”

“It is a matter of family honor Ranma,” Genma pressed on. For a man without
scruples, it was a perfect weapon. “You will break your marriage with this
foriegn woman and wed a Tendo!”

“I will not pay for a mistake that you have made during a drinking
bilge Father.” The last word was dripping with venom. “Megatron
has more honor than you do, and that’s not saying much.”

Nadoka’s gasp caught in her throat. Ranma had told her about the
destructive Predicon known as Megatron and was scared to death of
him. According to Ranma, he nearly destroyed the human race and
a planet called Cybertron as well nearly 65,000,000 years ago.

Nabiki had a calculating look on her face. “Ranma,” she said slowly,
“how much of an education do you have?”

“I have millions of years of Cybertronian and Human history, sciences,
mathematics and technology within my mind. My adopted Father
Waspinator was quite the teacher. And I have Lioness to thank for
my physical development.”

And very well developed, Nabiki thought to herself, the suit not keeping
any muscle definition hidden.

“I am sorry about this whole mess Tendo-san, but as Ranma’s mother
and the honor he upholds as the Master of a monestary, he will not
marry one of the Tendo girls, because it is not of his free will. If he had
time to know them before meeting Xain Pu, then I would allow a marriage
to take place, AFTER University.”

Nadoka bowed and shouldered her katana, Ranma and Shampoo bowing
as well, turning and following their mother. Genma just watched them go,
a look on his face. Soun saw this and asked, “Saotome-kun, what will
we do? Your heir to the art walked away.”

“I do have another student,” Genma said slowly. “He is strong, powerful
and holds a sence of honor. But it will take him weeks, possibly months
for him to find me here.”

“Trained well?”

“Very.”

A pause. “What’s his name?”

“Remember the legend of the Wandering Hibiki? This is his son, Ryoga
Hibiki. I will pit him against Ranma to duel for the right to call himself
the heir of the Anything Goes Martial Arts. If Ryoga wins, Ranma will
have to anull his marriage to this chinese woman and marry one of your
daughters.”

“And if he wins? Then what?”

“Then, by the code I run by, Ranma will have to make due with his new
student.”

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A month later...

“Pencils down.”

Ranma and Shampoo set down their pencils and the teacher came up. An
old man, confident in the skills he had learned, he was old, hunched like
an owl, and his facial features matched the wise looks of the bird. He picked
the papers up and started to read Shampoo’s paper. A look of astonishment
ran over his face as he read the entire test, his eyes widening in shock.
“Miss Xian Pu, this is the greatest test I have ever seen! Knowlage that
some of the world’s smartest people is held here!” He then read Ranma’s
paper and it seemed that his eyes would burst out of his head. 
“CYBERTRONIAN TECHNOLOGY?!”

“It was a test on what we knew, right?”

The Professor nodded, his face splitting into a gleeful smile. “Mr.
Saotome, this is knowlage that only high government officials know
about! Where did you learn this?”

“From a visitor from the future,” Ranma said. The older man looked
at him, expecting a goofy grin. There was none. He was totally
serious. Ranma elaborated. “I was taught everything by a Predicon.
A Predicon is the decendant of a Decepticon, nearly a millenia away.
His name was Waspinator and I learned some interesting things about
Humans and Cybertron.”

“Very interesting. Mr. and Mrs. Saotome, I have no choice but to give
you both graduation diplomas. You both earned it with flying colors.
Congratualtions!” He produced two diplomas and Ranma and Shampoo
took them with gleeful smiles. “Arigato!” the chorused as they left the
University of Tokyo testing hall.

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Cologne’s phone rang twice before she reached up and picked the headset
up. “Hello?”

//Hiibachan! It’s Xain Pu! Turn on the vidwindow!//

Cologne flicked on the viewscreen and her granddaughters happy face
appeared on the screen. “Child, how’re you and your husband doing?”

//Great! Ranma says hello, and there’s some here who wishes to speak
to you.// A deal of shuffling was heard and an older womans face appeared
in the screen.

//Matriarch Cologne? I’m Nadoka Saotome, Ranma’s mother. It’s a
pleasure to meet you.//

“A pleasure for me as well. How is Xain Pu adjusting there in Japan?”

//Very well actually. She and Ranma are in the midst of purchasing a store
where they can start a resturant and have an ajoining computer center to 
it. They call it the Cyber Cafe.//

Cologne laughed. “Trust Ranma to give it a name with his new heritage
on the front. I do hope that no one finds out about his dual heritage.
Xian Pu’s for that matter.”

//They have been keeping it a secret for a while. Ranma is in the living
room working with the contractor and the government workers that will
clear up all legal problems.//

“Nadoka, I will be coming to Japan in a few days. I rather miss Ranma
and Xian Pu, and two others will be coming along. Mousse and Soap. Can
you spare some room?”

//Of course! Family is family, right? See you soon, this call is costing us
a bundle.//

“Take care.”

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Ryoga looked up at the door before him. Saotome home. Yup, this is the
place. He pushed the door open and there was a tall, and very attractive
woman standing in the doorway. “Hello, you must be Ryoga. Ranma is
waiting in the backyard.”

She led him there and gave the man a kiss on the cheek. Ranma was dressed
in a loose bottom and a thin top. He seeemd to wind down from his exercise.
To the left, a few people watched, a teen with thick coke bottle glasses,
an attractive pink haired girl, a middle aged woman and a extremely old
woman balancing on a staff. The purple haired woman hopped over to the
bench and sat down, crossing her legs.

Ranma turned his gaze and internal sensors towards him. Powerful, strong,
reminded him of Rhinox said a small part of him that was Tigatron. He
had battle aura and a powerful ki level. Three weapons, a belt, secondary
projectiles, bandanas, and primary weapon, the depleted uranium umbrella.
“Hello, you must be Ryoga Hibiki. I am honored to fight a fellow student.”

Ryoga flashed a fang filled grin. “I intend to win you know.”

“I surely hope not, I am quite secure in my marriage.”

Ryoga shed his backpack and armed himself with an umbrella. Warning,
said his computer, he is efficient with both weapon and hand combat.
Reccomend changing to hybrid mode?

Negative, he said to the computer silently. I might hurt him too severely.

Reccomend boosting power levels to strength and speed?

Affirmative.

Ranma and Ryoga faced off, and within a quick blur, Ryoga lunged first.
Ranma pivoted to the side, and brought up his knee into his stomach.
Ryoga’s breath was expelled in a great rush but he recovered nearly
immediately. Ranma, impressed at the stamina this teen had, went to
the defencive as the umbrella was swung in powerful arcs.

Ranma leapt backwards to gain some distance and Ryoga ripped off
several bandandas, and started to spin them on his fingers.

“Ranma!” Cologne called, immediately recognizing the technique. “That
is the iron cloth technique! Be careful!”

Ranma was soon dedicated to avoiding the projectiles. Ryoga kept his
cool as the other fighter exhausted his stamina. Of course, Ranma had
nearly limitless stamina but had to keep up appearances. Ryoga whipped
off his belt and snapped it into a sword. “Now feel the wrath of the only
student of Anything Goes Martial Arts!” He leapt up and brought down
his weapon.

Suddenly, without warning, Ranma rose up into the air, screaming a
technique name. “TIGER CLAW RAVE!” Within the span of a few
seconds, Ryoga was assulted with a count of :

Twenty slashes to his arms
Fifteen kicks to the solar plexus
A rising knee to the stomach
And a backhand that sent him to the ground.

As Ranma landed, Ryoga landed with an incredible thud on the ground.
Suddenly, the smell of blood washed over his sensitive nostrils and his
eyes widened with shock. He spun about and found Ryoga lying on the
ground, a trail of blood from his arms, a cut on his head and to his
true horror, a sharp stone was up through the boy’s middle, the sight
of intestines sickening the gathered people. “Oh god!” Ranma ran
to him and gently lifted him off the stone. “Ryoga! Speak to me!”
Ranma shook him and he started to cough blood.

“Ranma.. you won... I honor you as my teacher...”

“Shhh, there won’t be any teaching if I can’t fix this.” Ranma set to
work, setting the lost boy down and tranformed into his robot mode,
the medical wand rising out of his arm. Within minutes, the bleeding
was stopped and his skin was in the process of being sealed up. Ryoga
was looking better by the minute, as his skin was flush, the medical
drugs working wonders for him.

As he worked, Shampoo closed her eyes in sorrow. “Whenever Ranma
fights, someone is always put close to death by total accident.”

“The boy will survive.” Cologne turned to Nadoka and said, “Mrs.
Saotome, will you please accompany me to the Zoo? There is something
we need to do there.”

Nadoka, puzzled by her words, followed the amazon out the door.

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“Ryoga, I’m sorry this happened. I should have never used a technique
that was untested.”

Ryoga smiled through his pain on the bed. “Don’t fret about it. I will be
honored to learn under you as a teacher. That’s if you will teach me
in your ways.”

Ranma nodded and checked his wounds. “You won’t have the same
duribility that you used to have, and your right leg will need more than
five months of strengthening before you can shed the cane. And one
of your arms will never have feeling again.” Ranma suddenly punched
the floor, making a dent with his enchanced strength. “This is almost
the same thing that happened with Xain Pu! Once again, if I can help..”

“Ranma, there is something you can do.” Cologne had returned and
behind her, Nadoka held a large gorrilla behind her. “Do the same thing
that you did for Shampoo.”

Ryoga looked at him with questioning eyes. “What did you do?”

“Ryoga... I am not fully human. Watch. Beast mode.” Ranma’s body
shifted into a large white bengal tiger and Ryoga stared in shock.
“Hybrid mode.” He shifted and then shifted once more into his robot
mode. “I am a Transformer, same as Shampoo. She is part falcon as
I am part tiger. This is something you cannot take without consiquences
mind you.”

“Enough talk, I’ll do it.” Ryoga flashed a toothy grin. He reached out
and took the hand of the gorrilla who clasped his hand in his, finding
a kindrid spirit.

The Matrix once again emerged, and for the second time, it flared.

In the midst of the light, a deep baritone voice proclaimed, “Silverback,
MAXIMIZE!!”

And then there were three.

Fins Chapter 2