Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Blended Dimensions ❯ From the Frying Pan... ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

In the last episode....

Life went on as usual for the young adult named Bud. A humble truck driver suddenly thrown, along with his best friend Montel, into a series of freak accidents that lead to the discovery of a technologically advanced piece of hardware, a Space Fold system. The activation of the fold drive sent both teens into another world, which they found themselves prisoners in a high-security prison. Escaping horrendous torture and hardship, they left a trail of destruction with Bud acquiring the YF-19, an advanced variable fighter that only existed in the year 2040 in the world of Macross Plus. After blasting their way out of harms way, Bud activated the Fold System attached to the fighter, leaving the universe of Macross Plus in a flash of light...

Blended Demensions
By Bud

Chapter 8: From the Frying Pan...

It was a cool dark night, a clear white moon shone down upon the dense forest covered surface of the Earth. The midnight sky was clear allowing the brilliant dots of light called stars to decorate the atmosphere from their origins, millions of light-years away. A gentle breeze blew rustling the tree tops taking old and frail leaves along it's current. The sounds of the night creatures came out, bringing about the start of another normal night.

Tonight was not normal.

A bright flash of florescent green light followed by the sound of a sonic boom filled the night. As the light died down, the form of a jet-fighter appeared moving through the air at a slow, steady pace. Marker lights came on blinking in a red pattern that designated it, not as a UN Spacy fighter mecha, but as a privateer jet. The fighter slowly descended towards the canopy of trees, it's nose brought up slightly at an angle in an attempt to land. Around 40ft from the tree-tops, the engine nacelles and exhaust ports suddenly mecha-morphed into a pair of mechanical legs, making the variable fighter seem like a giant metal bird of prey swooping down upon a forest creature to be it's delectable midnight snack.

A burst of fire escaped from the 'feet' of the legs keeping the fighter aloft in the air for a few more moments, it's wings catching an up-draft allowing it to continue forward. A clearing came up in the distance, though not large enough to land a fighter via standard run-way landing but small enough for a VTOL (Verticle Take-Off & Landing) capable craft like the YF-19 to land and be concealed by natural foilage. The fighter stopped in mid-air, hovering over the small clearing before a spot-light came on luminating the area. With a bit more guidence, the pilot slowly eased the fighter down without much trouble until the legs made contact with the tough ground. The weight of the fighter made the legs sink a few inches into the earth, compacting the dirt to make a stable base for the fighter to perch on.

A soft whine came from Alpha-One as it powered down, the nose section close to the ground allowing easy cockpit-to-ground access via a simple jump. The canopy opened up and out came the pilot, clothed in a black and red stripped flight suit with matching helmet. He landed with a loud thump as his booted feet impacted with the earth before hopping a couple more times o lessen the shock on his ankles. He shaked his limbs a little before looking up and calling out to the other occupant.

"Yo Montel!" he said, opening a panel to lower a retractable pole with pegs that acted as a ladder. "Get yo ass out here cuz and help me out."

There was a bit of a scuffle inside the cockpit before a white blur whipped past the pilot and behind some bushes. Bud, the pilot, caught a white oval shaped helmet. He winced hearing the sounds of someone retching out their lunch into a nice pile of crap for some poor forest creature to step on. "Ewww...."

About and hour later, and some more vomiting on Montel's part, a make-shift campsite was set up with a fire lit that had a small pot heating water. The light from the flames lit the small clearing in an orange-red hue. Around the burning pieces of timber sat Montel and Bud, both basking in the warmth of the fire, saving them from the chilled night air. They were both silent, only the pop and crackle of the camp-fire and the common sounds of night creatures giving them a reminder of their current location. Wherever that may be.

"Ey' B," Montel started, gazing into the fire with a look of contemplation on his visage. "So what now?" His friend also had a look of extreme thought, which turned into a frowned when spoken to.

"I don't know." Montel shook his head.

"I mean, what we gonna do now, dawg?" He got up and moved closer to Bud, sitting down with his chin on his knees. "It's like, we be out somewhere that we don't know and... Shit dawg. Everythang's been all tripped out and shit, dat' I don't know what's up! Ya'll sayin'?"

Buddy adjusted himself so he was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he sat on a log that he found.

"I don't really know." He sighed and looked around. "We're in some place we don't know and----" He clenched his fist tightly and slammed it into the ground, making a slight indenture. "Fuck!"

The black man jumped back slightly with a worried look.

"Yo Bud, you wanna talk about it?"

The large asian man rub one of the visible scar, one of the many along his body, adorning his countenance, a shiver running up his spine at the permanent reminders finally comming back to haunt him. He clutched his head, his breathing quickening with his heartbeat.

"Yo' Bud." Montel said more loudly.

His eyes widened.

"Hey, B!"

Tears began building up at the corner of his eyes as his breathing became louder as he struggled for each breath.

"Bud!"

"Buddy!"

"YO BUDDY!!" he shouted.

Bud looked at the fire and screamed at the top of his lungs..

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...Then suddenly calmed, dropping some instant ramen into the pot.

"The waters boiling."

Montel face-faulted.

Montel slurped up his ramen from a small cup. "So you wanna talk about it?"

Bud just eat his meal impassively without response.

The black man got slightly annoyed.

"Niggah!" He paused before he nearly threw his empty bowl down. "Dawg---!" He turned away and set his bowl down this time.

"What the hell is yer god damn problem man?!"

No response.

"Niggah, fuck you then." he spat, picking up his bowl and filling it again.

Silence.

"Back in the prison," Buddy slowly began. "they did things to me I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy." He set his bowl down and rested his forehead on in his palms. "It was tortured for 3 days. They electrocuted me. Beated me. Blugeoned me. Whipped me. Cut me. Burned me. And I was wake through all of it. They pumped me full of drugs to keep me awake, I couldn't even pass out from the pain."

"Even after I told them what I knew, they didn't believe me and just kept on torturing me like I was just some caged animal that didn't have any rights at all!" he growled, crushing the metal bowl with his bare hands like a piece of paper. "The fuckers didn't care who or what I am! They didn't even think of me as a human being!!" he threw the deformed metal bowl out into the trees. "Fucking Zentradi assholes!"

He cupped his face, crying softly into his palms. "They did so much shit to me man.." he mumbled. "They got-- they got into my mind and-- and--... they got in me and tor-.... Aww shit dawg they - I couldn't stop them and----"

"Buddy..." Montel placed his hand on the guys shoulder.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!"

He turned and shoved the black man away nearly toppling him over.

"What the fuck cuz?!" he shouted. "I ain't them niggah so don't take it out on me! I'm just tryin' to be your friend."

"Yeah, well just leave me the fuck alone alright?!"

He got up and turned to a small box, taking out a survival knife before walking off.

"Now where the fuck are you going?"

Bud paused before continuing past the trees.

"Just need to cool off. I'll be back."

"Whatever."

"....and thanks, dawg."

Montel turned his head quickly, just catching Bud as he disappeared into the forest.

'I don't think he's all in the right mind, but I really can't say anything about it. Even if he tries to bottle it up, I know it's effecting him more than he wants it to. What did they do to my homie's mind?' he thought.

But that was a story Bud would take to his grave.

One thing about forest, Bud realized, is that it was a bitch to negotiate without enough lumination. Unluckily for him, the canopy of the trees was so dense that the moons white light could not pierce it. But he continued on his way, traversing over a pile of bolders that seem to have been pretty much used as a bludgeoning device. Too bad he tripped on some rope, ending up with a face full of dirt.

This sucks, he thought.

Putting that aside, he continued on, hands in his pockets not really paying attention to where he was heading. He had a lot on his mind and he could not stop replaying everything that happened up till now. From the last night he spent at his own home with his parents, especially with his mother's delicious dinner. To his terrifying experience in UN Spacy prison when he was tortured. And finally to his uncharacteristic outburst at Montel before he went for this long hike.

'What's wrong with me?' he though to himself as he negotiated through some thick foilage. 'I've done so many horrible things. I've just killed maybe over 100,000 people in the span of 30 minutes, and I have no regrets! What-- What am I?'

He looked down at his hands, staring at them as he took purchase near the edge of a cliff after pushing through the thick brush.

'I killed a man in cold blood,' he clenched and relaxed his fist over and over, matching his heart beat. 'and I didn't bat an eye. Just pointed and -Boom!- blew his head open.'

"Am I a becoming a murderer?" he whispered.

No reply.

He layed back along the soft grass under him, looking up at the star filled sky with a contemplative look. Tears began to fill his eyes, slowly before over-flowing and trickling down the sides of his face into the soil.

'I am a murderer. I've killed so many people; ended their lives to save my own hide.' his fingers dug into the ground, tearing out a large clump of soil. 'What kind of man- No! -monster am I?!'

Shut up you whiny bitch. At least yo ass is alive.

'No fuck you asshole! I rather be dead than taking innocent lives like I just have! I'm a murderer! I've killed more people than most criminals have in a half-hour than some did in one life-time!'

Damn bitch, shut up!

'Niggah, aren't you suppose to be my conscience?!' his thoughts paused. 'And why do you look like Snoop Dogg?'

Sup' nephew. My nizzle, why don't ya'll just be real about this shit right here. I wouldn't blame yo ass for cappin' those niggaz upside the head the way they missed with yo dome, but ya gotta understand what I'm about to say right now.

Bud listened.

It's too late to say you're sorry about killin' dem folks up in the other world. But ya' gotta put it behind you, ya know? Ya' gotsta move on in life, but keep dem peepz right here in the chest that had no deal in it all. The only way to repent fo' what'cha did, is ta do like that one sword guy in that cartoon at 6:30.

'You mean Samurai Jack?'

Nah, that other niggah with the scar near his grill.

'Rurouni Kenshin?'

Yeah, that niggah. I be watchin' that shit too. Speakin' of which, it's 'bout ta come on and I needs ta bounce real quick. But anywayz. Don't punish yo own damn self anymore. Let the big homie G' upstairs handle that bizz. Anyways, peace out cuz. East-side LBC rep Two-One.

Buddy sat up and shook his head. 'That was one weird dream,' he though. 'But Snoop is right! I need to stop torturing myself. I've already gone through so much that I don't need myself kicking my own ass.'

He stood and looked up at the bright moon in the sea of stars. Holding his right hand in a fist, he brought it to eye level before whispering to himself.

"On ths night I swear in the name of Amaterasu, Japanese Goddess of the Sun, that I shall never take another man or womans life unless as a last resort in defense of an innocent life. The day I break this solemn oath of honor, I shall commit seppuku and allow Amaterasu-megami-sama to judge this unworthy creature."

It was short and simple, but held a promise that would remind him daily of what he has committed and also push him to become a better man.

Some would think it was strange for a person of non-japanese descent to be worshipping a Japanese mythological figure. But times are strange and people are even stranger. This one was just a story for another day.

The large asian man sat back down and looked about his surrounding for the very first time. His mind, free of it's burden, took in the beautiful landscape taking mental pictures and storing them in the back of his mind.

The area was HUGE! It possibly took up a miles of land surrounded by dense forestry. The ground dropped down into various grades which sloped into the valley. It was extraordinary site to behold. A small hut in the distance puffed out smoke into the cool night air from a small smokestack. At the base of the valley lied hundreds of pools with bamboo chutes jutting up from the water. As the moon cast it's luminescent rays across the pools, they reflected it out give the valley a beautiful, yet eerie feeling.

And in the back of Buddy's mind, he could not get the feeling that he should know this place.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I NOW?!!!"

Bud stiffened and jerked around, seeing a black-haired young man sporting a yellow spotted bandanna, wearing a worn yellow shirt, forest-green pants tied at the ankles, and carrying a large travelling pack with a red umbrella on the top.

*Excuse me?* the man asked Buddy in Japanese. Luckily he knew the language and could speak fluently, yet he was illiterate when it came to reading and writing.

*Yes?* Bud replied, a little wided-eyed at seeing the guy.

*Do you know which way is Tokyo?*

He just shrugged and pointed the opposite way the guy was facing.

*You can try that way, but I really don't know.*

*Thank you. Sorry to bother you.* He turned to leave, heading the wrong way.

*Hold up!* he said quickly, making the traveller pause and look back.

*Yes?*

*Umm...* Buddy began. *What's your name?*

The guy smirked. *I'm Ryoga Hibiki! One of the best martial artist there is!* He boasted showing a bit of his fangs.

Bud replied. *Oh... You kinda looked like someone I knew, but his hair was longer and taller. Sorry to bother you.* he lied. Inside his head, he was beating himself up for not recodnizing just exactly WHERE he was!

As Ryoga left, he whispered to himself. "Shit! I should of known this place was Jusenkyo. And those bolders and rope a couple clicks back were what those Joketsuzoku village of Chinese Amazons use for the Breaking Point technique." he then came to a conclusion of exactly where he was.

"China." Bud whispered. "And if we're in China, then I could just fly us to Japan and then to--"

He paused. 'No, this isn't home...' he thought.

"If Ryoga Hibiki just showed up, then that means...."

"We're.... in an anime, just like the last world.."

Bud quickly stood up. "I need to get back to Montel, and quick!"

But Fate had something else in mind for Buddy. Just as he made his turn to go back, his foot stepped badly onto a wet area of the grass causing him to slip backwards without any control. As he fell back, he was unfortunately close to the edge of the cliff making him tumble head first off the ledge into a 100ft drop with the only cushion for his fall being one of the many pools in the valley.

He only had enough time to do one thing....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Montel jerked up and swivelled his head around, a bit startled. Seeing no danger he layed back down on his make-shift sleeping bed; a 7x4 inch blanket that he found inside the emergency survival box.

It's been nearly 5 hours since his friend took off on that little cool-down walk of his and as of yet has not returned since. It really worried Montel because of all the creepy-crawlies and wild animals out there that could probably kill, or even maim his friend leaving him dying in some back-water forest. 'Or maybe not.' he thought. Dying wasn't Bud's style and the guy was so strong he could probably wrestle one of those north american black bears to a stalemate, or win if he was properly motivated.

But he was mostly worried about Buddy's mental condition. Though he was strong physically, he didn't know if his friend had the mental endurance to take hours of endless suffering like he had. He, himself, would of cracked after an hour of that bullshit and most-likely would of acted like he was a white male, carrying a gun and blasting holes into his torturers and every other person insite.

He guesses he was the lucky one of the two.

He decided to just think about this another time, sleeping wanting to take over for now.

Just as he drifted to sleep a loud rustling came from his left. He quickly sat up holding his pistol, aiming at the shaking bushes that surrounded the campsite. The rustling increased, nearly shaking leaves off the small branches. 'I'm gonna shoot if it's the wrong thing,' he thought. 'Hurry up and show yourself so I can get to sleep.'

A dirt covered leg stepped out and Montel tensed.

A head popped out and he didn't want to take any chances.

BOOOMM!!!

"Oh shit!!!"

Time seemed to move in slow motion as the bullet raced for Buddy's head. The dirt covered man stood perfectly still as the slug approached, his head and eyes turning ever so slowly, tracking the bullet. His eyes followed the bullet as it slowly crawled along, displacing the air just inches from his head. He watched it pass straining his neck to follow it for a split second.

Time didn't slow for Montel though. He watched in horror as he couldn't stop himself from shooting in time. Bud whipped his head to the right and paused. He let out a huge breath, glad that he didn't hit him. It would of been something he would regret for the rest of his life.

Buddy just looked at Montel as he began to stammer an apology. He just shrugged it off and said nothing. He was feeling like shit right now and didn't want to deal with anything else right now.

"Forget it dawg," he said. "You missed me. That's what matters though."

"I guess.."

Bud sat down, leaning on one of the legs of the Alpha-One and got comfortable.

"By the way," he said. "I know where we are, but I'll tell you in the morning." Yawn. "G'night." he finished and immediately began snoring.

Montel stared at him for a moment before laying back down. He seemed way better than before and looked like shit at the same time. He shrugged it off and tried to get to sleep.

With all this stuff on his mind, it took the black man a couple more hours before sleep finally claimed him.

Location: Sea of Japan Time: 11:35am JST

The sea was fairly calm as the YF-19 made is way past china onto a route over the sea of Japan. It was flying at an altitude of 100ft above sea level as to avoid detection by Japanese, Chinese or Korean radar. The use of Active-Stealth device would of been implemented if it wasn't for the fact that Buddy did not go over that in the manual, yet. Another reason for the low altitude flight was to have protection from possible sea swells that could disrupted Alpha-One's flight path. The YF-19 may be a technological piece of fighting mecha, but not everything can take what mother nature dishes out. If Bud flew lower than 50ft above the sea level, there was a sure bet that a sea wave would fly up and hit him.

Inside the cockpit, Buddy was busy typing away at this HUD console, leaving the fighter to cruise on auto-pilot at a smooth speed of 350-375 mph. Slow for a jet of it's design, but up-drafts from the sea kept the fighter in the air and moving steadily. They really were not in a hurry.

In the back seat of the cockpit, Montel sat with a bored expression on his face. The back seat was essentially the navigators spot. No flight controls, but had the same equipment as the pilots section including missle armarments, electronic counter-measures and radar & sensors. Montel didn't want to touch any of them, being afraid that he might do some stupid shit. He was black, not stupid.

"Hey dawg," he said in a bored tone. "Where we going?"

Bud kept his eyes on his console, taking his time to reply. "We just left the coast of China and are current over the Sea of Japan."

"What?! So we're home?" He asked excitedly. The pilot's helmet shook from side to side.

"Sorry man, we're not." He continued to type on the console; numbers scrolling down at a fast pace. "When I was on my little hike, I stumbled onto a couple things."

Montel wasn't liking this. "Like?"

"Some psycho warrior women." He lied.

"And?"

Buddy sighed. "Ryoga Hibiki."

"And?"

"......" Bud waited.

"Hold up!" Here it comes. "RYOGA HIBIKI?!"

"Yeeeahh..."

Montel smacked his hand into his palm. "Shit! Dude." He sat up straight. "Oooo... This is gonna be tight! I'm in Ranma 1/2."

Buddy shrugged and continued what he was doing. "You could say that. We are heading to Japan right now, being that it's the closest country that has a language I can speak. We're gonna stay there for a while and see what's up. Plus, me and my baby need to get acquainted with each other."

"Stay in Japan?" The black man ask. "But we don't got any money!"

"Niggah don't you think I don't know that?" Bud snapped, but calmed. "This bird has out of this world technology and can easily hack into Japanese Banking system and set up a small account for us without being tracked back to us. Shit, I even took the liberty of making myself a citizen. Though I did accidentally put it that I'm 16 and still in high school. Too late to change that." he shrugged.

"What about me? Don't I get to be a Jap too?"

Bud shook his head. "I didn't take any chances so I just made you a U.S. Citizen staying in Japan on a College Visa."

Montel nodded. It was better than nothing. "So how am I gonna get my ID and shit?"

"I took the liberty of hacking into Japanese Mail system and scrounge up a P.O. Box at a post office located by Narita International Airport." He continued. "Everything will be mailed over-night first class, including our paperwork and credit cards."

"We'll have to rough it for another day and night though. I can't land at the airport yet, since I don't have the money--- Hold up, I might as well take care of that right now."

"Take care of what?" Bud shrugged.

"There," he said. "We're gonna land at Narita Internation when we're in Japanese aerospace. I've sent a large sum of money to the airport to lease a tiny hangar that's in a highly securited private section of the facilities."

Montel had a strange look in his eyes. "Ey dogg, I don't mean ta pry and shit, but HOW do you know how to do all this?"

He sighed. "How do you think I got that truck a year ago when I graduated high-school? I taught myself how to work programs in high school, the internet and make viruses. I set up so much crap out there that I stumbled onto a Bank of America server by accident and just pumped an account full of money as a direct deposit from the state, then used an encrypted line to redirect money into my account."

"Damn..." Montel shook his head. "See niggah, we gotta talk about that shit!"

"What you mean?" Buddy asked.

Montel reached around and hit him upside the helmet.

"Bitch! You did ALL that bullshit and yo ass didn't hook a brutha up!"

"My bad...."

The rest of the flight was in silence.

"This is Narita International Tower calling unidentified craft on in sector 14 heading Mark 0067. Please identify yourself."

'That must be me.' "This is Buddy Arnold, civilian flight number 06638Alpha. Request landing instructions; Over."

A short pause.

"Roger that, Alpha-One. Follow course two-niner for landing on runway three."

"Roger."

The YF-19 slowly banked to the left and began to make a 30 mile circle around the Narita International Airport before making it's descent to land. The tarmac rumbled from the high-powered engines of the commercial passenger planes taking off and landing, carrying their loads from all over the world. They were huge in comparison to the tiny fighter making it's landing at the very end of the one mile long runway, a move that surprised a majority of the ground crew since the jet needed less than 1/4 of the mile to come to a complete stop before taxiing itself to it's designated area.

The hangar was indeed small. It probably was the size of a five car garage, only three times longer and two times taller that one should be. But Buddy managed to completely fit the fighter inside without a problem. Security personel closed the hangar doors and a hangar crew began to cover the fighter with a tarp similiar to one that would be used to cover a car, though many times larger and thicker.

Inside the cock-pit, Bud gave a mental command thru this link with the bird via his helmet which would lock all panels and openings of the fighter AND lock-out anyone not having his thought-pattern to access the fighter. It was a safety precaution he read in the manual. Kinda like using a "Kill-Switch" to disconnect the electrical feed of the battery in a car. It also sent a message to a watch he found, inside the fighter, if it was being tampered with. Very impressive indeed.

Just as the canopy opened, both Bud and Montel were greeted by a cheerful voice.

"Irashaimase!"

The person was a japanese female dressed in a casual business dress which consisted of a knee-length black skirt and a light blue blouse with a black ascott. She had a name tag on her left breast which said "Michi."

"Arigatou gozaimasu." Bud said as he hopped down from the cockpit, followed by Montel who wisely took the ladder.

Bud switched to Japanese to talk to the girl. *Thank you very much. My name is Buddy Arnold.* he said fluently, but with an american accent. He bowed slightly and gestured to the black man. *This is Montel, my co-pilot and friend. Don't mind him if he doesn't say anything. He cannot speak Nihongo.*

Michi returned the gesture and nodded in understanding. She looked at the asian man-- Err.. Looked up at them, being that they both were a head taller than her -- and handed him a clipboard. *This is a sign-in contract that you have to read over and doctor if you wish to store your jet for a period longer than two weeks, which is what you paid for.*

She flipped the page. *It also states that you agree to the high security guards that will have free access to this hangar for protection purposes. All guards are members of the JSDF or Japanese Special Defense Forces and have a record of 5 years without a mishap.*

Buddy shrugged. It was like she was selling them something. *I do have to pay more for the extra stay, right?*

*Yes. A balance will accumulate after your two week period is over which will be required to be taken care of before you depart.* she said.

He shugged again and read all the fine print. 'Not too shabby,' he thought. 'Nothing in the contract that leaves them not-liable for any damages. Japanese are usually honorable in business anyway.'

He signed the paper, and recieved a copy after handing it back.

*Thank you very much.* she bowed. *Have an enjoyable stay here in Japan.*

As she left, Montel tapped Bud on the shoulder.

"Man, you know how ta speak Japanese?" Bud nodded. "Since when?!"

He sighed. "Why the fuck you think I did on the road since I left home? Nothing except work?" He patted his chest with pride. "Self taught homie!" He took off his helmet and threw it in the cockpit.

Now, Montel has known Buddy for nearly 5 years since the guy was a high school freshman and himself a sophomore. He kinda grew up with him through that time. He's seen him laugh, kid around and change both mentally and physically into what he was when this whole fiasco started. He looked like he was someone of age 30 instead of the 19 year old that he actually is.

But when he took his helmet off, it shook Montel to the core causing him to actually jump back and point!

"Fuck man!" He shouted. "What the fuck happened to you?!"

"What?"

Montel looked around. He spotted what he was looking for and dragged his friend up to it. It was a mirror.

"Bitch! Look at your face!"

Bud stared wide-eyed at the reflection. Instead of the older looking teenager that he was, stood a younger version of himself of when he was 15 years old. Though his skin was the same light brown color with the terrible scars, his actual features such as eyes, nose, mouth seemed different making him look younger. He removed his gloves, bringing his hands to his face to touch. His skin felt softer than what it use to be. Though his hands remained their original size, they also looked smoother, yet once again his scars remained.

Hold up! If my body is staying it's true size but minor changes are making me look younger than----

"Phew...!" he let out a deep breath, feeling his crotch. Still the size it's suppose to be.

"So what happened to you dawg?" Montel asked, worried for his friend.

He paused. "I don't know..." he lied.

"Maybe it was---" he stopped. Didn't want to bring THAT up. "Nevermind."

"I know what you were gonna say, but it probably was THAT. I don't know." he sighed. He'll leave it at that, just so he wouldn't have to tell the black man what happened in China.

Bud jerked his thumb to the exit. "We might as well bounce."

"Aight."

They headed out slowly, the doors closing behind them as a guard locked it up.

Silence.

"Ya know," Montel began. "You kinda look like a Nip now."

"Oh yeah?"

"Now yo bitch ass really gotsta go to school!" He laughed.

No reply.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get to school on time."

Buddy grumbled a curse in Japanese.

*Baka.*

"Foo! Yo mama!"

"WHAT?!" Bud stopped and grabbed Montel's arm, pulling him around.

"What the--- Oooff!" He doubled over from a kick to the gut, then felt his chin smash onto Buddy's shoulder as he was put in a Stone Cold Stunner. He bounced back up and fell onto his back, knocked out.

Bud bounced back up too and then turned and got down to the black guys face, talking shit in Japanese. Insulting his mom, his looks and how stupid he was. He stood up, holding his arms up with his fist clench. He gave a Stone Cold salute, his middle fingers pointing up into the air as he walked backways.

"OH HELL YEAH!! AND THAT'S THE BOTTOMLINE, 'CAUSE--- ACK!!"

He slipped back on an oil slick and hit his head on a rock knocking himself out.

Later, the two guys found themselves walking along the streets around the airport, minding their own business yet they still recieved strange looks from people, especially Bud. One thing for sure, Montel was lucky that he could not understand the native language, since a little kid made a comment about him looking like a shaved monkey. A comment that Buddy chuckle and the black man wonder why he was laughing. Of course that didn't leave Bud without stares of his own, being that he was still wearing his flight suit. It wouldn't look good for him going around in just a tank-top and boxer briefs anyway.

One thing for certain, was that they stood out. They REALLY stood out, them being taller than the majority of the common populous. One thing about being raised on the street of Los Angeles that they applied, was no matter how you look different from everyone you can always keep a low profile and not be noticed.

They used that skill to hitch a ride on a bus that would take them to the post office to retrieve their hacked ID's and bank cards.

About fifteen minutes later, they got off the bus and made their way to the post office as directed by a passing pedestrian. As they made their way, they did not really talk that much but mostly paid attention to their surroundings.

Montel, being that this was his first time in this foriegn country, looked around at all the signs not knowing what they mean besides the fact that they looked cool. He also watched as some of the women pass by. The majority of them, obviously, were a head or more shorted than his 6ft frame and did not look that appealing. They did look okay.

He did make a comment though about if one of them fucked one of these japanese girl, they would break her.

"Dude," he said gesturing at a group of Japanese teens. "If we fucked one of them, we'll probably BREAK her.*

"Probably." the younger looking Bud replied. They arrived at the post office.

"Hey. Post up out here for a bit, I'll be back in a few."

"Aight."

'Damn, Japan looks tight. But I still wonder why asian girls like asian guys when they can have me... the ANACONDA!!!' he made a mental jesture with his arm between his legs, not knowing that he was actually doing it physically.

Giggle.

"Huh?" He looked up and saw a group of five girls giggling at him. He looked at himself and saw he was doing the arm gesture between his legs and stopped and crossed his arms in embarrassment. He leaned on a wall and looked around as if nothing happened.

They still continued to look and giggle at him.

They, meaning the 5 girls, looked to be in their teens. Two blondes, one with hair styled like meat-balls acting ditzy, and the other with long blonde hair licking her lips at him. A black-haired girl that eyed him as if she thought he was a pervert yet eyed him differently also. A tall brunette with her hair in a pony-tail eyed him as if she was in love or thought he looked like someone else in some way. The last girl, the shortest, had short dark blue hair and had her nose in a book, yet she was still giggling at him.

'Might as well give them something to giggle at.' He waved to them and they waved back. 'Good, their watching.'

He made a pose and flexed his arms. They giggled. He leaned back and held his arms in a pose like he was throwing a football. They giggled more. 'Here I go.'

He did the move used for the fusion from DBZ.

More giggling.

He started posing heroic-like as if he was Gohan The Great Saiya Man.

"Niggah, you on crack?"

Montel stop and turn to Bud. "Huh? Oh uhh... heh.. I was just shown off to dem girls ovah der."

Bud looked at the girls. Cute. He especially liked the large breasted tall brunette and the blonde with the short skirt.

'Hold up, and that up again?!' he looked at them again.

Buddy walked up to the girls and smiled at them.

*Good afternoon ladies.* He bowed.

They replied and bowed also. Damn that brunette has big tits.

*My name is Bud, and may I take the pleasure of knowing your's?*

Each one smiled at him, except the black haired girl. As expected.

*Usagi.* *Rei.* *Ami.* *Makoto. Are you single?* *Mina. Wow, you are kinda.. uhh.. fat?*

*Fat cock.* he smirked at the blonde making her blush. *Yes I'm single. And aren't your names really Sailor Moon, Mars, Mercury, Jupiter and Venus?* he said to each respective girl.

*NANI?!*

"Move niggah!" Bud shouted, dragging Montel with him. They turned a corner into an alley and jumped a 7ft high fence and disappeared around another corner as the girls turned into the alley.

*Damn they're fast.* Rei said, leaning against with her hand on a wall.

*But I am still wondering how that scarred kid knew that we are Sailor Senshi.* Said Ami as she scanned with her Mercury computer.

*Maybe they are from the Negaverse?* Chirped Usagi, huffing and puffing next to Rei.

Mina had a sad look in her eyes. *But that black man looked to nice. And I hear that those black american men have realy big---*

*MINA!!*

*What?* she asked sheepishly. *It's just something I heard...*

*Forget the dark man. Did you see the muscles on the other guy?! He looked soooo dreamy, and the scars made him look like a warrior* Makoto swooned at the thought. *I wish he was my old sempai!*

Massive face-faults.

About an hour later and with a good sum of yen in their pockets, the two young men we're riding the evening commuter train heading towards central Tokyo were they hoped to find some lodgings. The ride was a quiet one, beside the fact that they train was pacted with business men/women and other workers heading home, or to work. Bud and Montel were lucky enough to get a seat. It would suck to stand up for the rest of the 20 minute ride.

"I heard of an inn we can stay at before I find you an apartment." Bud said to Montel, which confused the casually clad man.

"What do you mean find ME an apartment?"

Bud shrugged. "I'm gonna go around and find someplace to stay at and get in a high school. The way I look like right now, truancy officers would pick me up and take me to a school. So, I just need to find someplace to stay near a school so they won't trip."

"Right, but what will I do?"

"I don't know, really..." he snapped his fingers as an idea came up. "Why don't you find a PC club and just hang out there. We got the money to do so."

"I guess. Fuck it, I'll find something to do." he grumbled.

"Yeah.. you do that. Bitch."

"Ya ho."

"Asshole."

"Boo-boo licker."

"Cocksucker."

"Cunt."

"Maybe we should shut up now. Alot people are staring at us..." Buddy sweat-dropped at the looks he got.

"You got a good point there fucker."

"True, true."

They both nodded.

The Next Morning...

The morning train was really a bitch. Student, workers and business men all crowded in the 7:30 train heading out of Central Tokyo to one of it's many wards, or sections.

Tokyo, Japan was kinda like Los Angeles, California. The city itself was huge. So huge that it had to be split up into different different sub-cities, or in Tokyo's case prefectures (also known as Ku in Japanese) or wards. One ward in particular is were a certain mecha pilot is currently headed.

Instead of the flight-suit, Bud rose earlier in the morning and headed out to a discount shopping store that opened around 6:00 this morning. He was lucky enough to find that the store was similiar to an Army/Navy surplus store like the ones in the US. Using his newly aqcuired money, he purchased a pair of jean shorts, two pairs of black BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) pants and a pair of ankle braces to keep the pants from slipping over his feet if he had no shoes on. He also bought a few jungle patterned tank-tops that fit like a glove on his body, and a couple plain black, white and forest green shirts. Of course the standard boxer briefs and socks were bought.

Oh! And he bought a pair of black steel-toe boots and some black Nike Hyper-Flights. Everyone should have a pair of those.

All that and a travelling pack to carry it all set him up for a good trip. This was definately gonna be fun.

Too bad Montel couldn't join him. Or actually, he didn't want him to join. On a serious note, his black friend you most likely get in his way and make things more difficult, being that he can't speak the language around here. He didn't want to admit it, but the guy would be a liability to him for these next few months.

Bud thought back on what he told him last night.

--FLASH BACK!--

"We're gonna be here for a couple months. It'll take that long for the Fold Drive to recharge." Bud said.

"What will we do till then?!" The young looking asian shrugged.

"I'll find a place and kick it in school for a while til' then. I'll see if I can get you a room at some apartment and pay the rent for the next few months." He got ready for bed and layed down. "I'll see if I can find a close PC club for you."

"Whatever."

--END FLASHBACK!--

And he did too! It only took him around 30 minutes to find a local PC club that was across the street from the apartment complex he got for Montel. And it was a penthouse! He did leave a note and direction of what he was gonna do, except the fact that he was currently heading towards Nerima ward. He didn't want Montel following him on this one.

No. Definately not.

((Note from Author: From this point on, Japanese speaking will be used with quotes " " while English speaking will be used as astrisk * *.))

Of the many prefecture or wards of Tokyo, there were only a select few that had what some would call, a type of weirdness. Azabu Juuban, for instance, had it's own urban legend of sailor fuku wearing superhero's fighting the many demons, or youma, that seem to pop up out of nowhere. Kabushiki and Shinjuku also had their odd happenings. The usually extraterrestrial vistor or two usually. Pretty mild if you ask certain people.

But one city actually stood out for practical wierdness and chaotic happenings. For example, human person reaching a low earth orbit without the aid of propulsion or actual flight control. Strange forms of martial arts that range from martial arts cooking, ice skating, and even up to martial arts caligraphy. Not to mention the low property value and property damage. Construction companys make a killing here.

Yes, I am talking about the ward of Nerima. The only place were you will find a poetry spouting samurai with delusions of granduer. The place were you can find a man walking around aimlessly asking if he you know the direction to the city you are currently in. The place were you can find more cross-dressers than a street corner in Hollywood, California. The ONLY place were you can find a pint-size school teacher that sucks your ki via 50 yen coin and turns into this hot, long-legged babe with a good rack of tits.

Damn that's a good image.

Nerima, Tokyo, Japan was also the home of one particular person; one Ranma Saotome, whom currently is in residences at the Tendo Dojo. A home which could be dub a node of all the wierdness brought to the town. And the actual center of all this chaos would be none other than, Ranma Saotome.

It was at this time that Ranma was happy that no one has bothered him for the past couple of months, besides Akane of course. It was a good thing actually. It seems that if you give certain wedding destroyers the cold shoulder, everything seems to just become more peaceful. Not fully, but it was a start. One thing was for certain; The next time he see's a particular Chinese girl, someone was gonna get their ass beat for more than one reason.

As he practiced one of his more complex kata's of Masubetsu Kakuto Ryuu, or School of Anything-Goes, his mind wandered a bit back to a 5 months ago in China when he faced the Demi-God named Saffron. The Pheonix King of Mt. Pheonix. In the last stretches of the fight, deep inside himself he felt a surge of life as if something, or someone, was comming to life in him. And for some reason, it felt as if it was a relief.

For the past two years ever since he took that fateful plunge into Nyannichuan at Jusenkyo, he has been having from disturbing re-occuring dreams involving different types of mecha, strange cultures and religions, and people. Especially a woman that looks like her cursed form and a man that resembled himself, but with the fiery red-hair of his curse. And sometimes he even had dreams of himself holding conversations with his curse form face to face, except she looked and acted as if she as a sinister and evil psychopath. He did not even want to recall what she wanted to do to Ryoga, Genma, Kuno or Shampoo. When she told him of what she thought of and wanted to do to Akane, it literally forced him to wake up one night and vomit.

For some reason, the girl liked Nabiki.

But those particular dream sessions did not actually happen until his second immersion into Nyannichuan; which sadly did not cure him of his curse. Of course he would not of had that chance if he use the Hiryuu Gyoten Ha as he originally intended, which would of unintensionally destroyed the dragon tap and flood Jusenkyo. The girl told him use some beam attack on Saffron-- what was it called again?

As Ranma thought of everything that has been happening, he continued with his kata. An intricate display of movement of the body, turning, weaving and bending to form a pattern that emphasized on meditation and precision. This kata was one of Ranma's favorites. A blend of tai chi with kempo. Slow movements of the body and it's parts in techniques from punches, elbow strikes and chops. If Ranma demonstrated this particular form on a training dumy, it would show that all vital joints of the upper body would be attacked to temporary disable or paralize the victim. A very dangerous form indeed.

While he continued his kata in piece, a pair of eyes watched him from afar in silence not wishing to disturb the teen.

'Should I ask him?' Akane thought as she watched her fiancee's slow movements. 'He seems pretty deep in his kata...'

'Oh why not? Like he actually needs to practice anymore as it is..'

"Ranma?"

He paused in mid punch, turning to look at the short haired girl with a curious expression. "Yo, what's up Akane?" he ask, taking a deep breath to settle down from his workout.

Akane shuffled her feet shyly, trying to find the courage to say what she wanted to say. 'Come on Akane you can do it! No I can-- Yes I can. And I will too.'

"Ano.. Ranma."

"Yes?"

She gulped. This was harder than she thought it would be. "I was wondering that umm..."

He raised an eyebrow, but she continued. "Well-- umm.. It's getting near the end of the school year and um..--"

"And?"

"Well umm.." She looked up and say him waiting for her to speak up. That broke her nerve. "Oh! Nevermind, I forgot." She exclaimed as she walked off.

"Hold up Akane!" He said, grabbing her shoulder to stop her. "I've been meaning to ask ya 'bout this and uhh..." He looked down shyly. "You--... wanna go to Senior Prom with me. I mean uh.. With you bein' uncute and all, it's hard ta find a date."

She gasped! This is exactly what she wanted to happen all day! "Oh Ranma! Of course I'll go with you to prom!"

"Hey that's great Akane! It'll be a---URK!!"

"And THAT is for calling me uncute! Jerk!" she put away her mallet and stomped away in a huff, but inside she was one happy camper.

"So... Uncute." he mumbled.

One the other side of the city, Bud was walking down one of the many streets watching the hustle and bustle. It was currently 10am on this saturday morning, so there were no truancy officers that would pick up someone like him. Though he probably doubted there were any in this city at all.

He pasted over a couple hundred yen to a store vendor and dawned his newly acquired hat. It was all black and fitted perfectly to his dome, which made him look really cool and stand out more in public. He wore it backwards, giving him the look of a traveller, especially with the pack over his shoulders. Sniffing the air, he smelt the delicious scent of beef which was the signal for his gut to start rumbling.

*Damn, I'm hungry..* he mumbled to himself in english. He decided anyplace was good for him so he entered the first place that looked like a resturant.

Jackpot! The place was filled up and there was this hot-looking waitress in a kimono that reminded him of somone, but he didn't pay attention to bullshit like that. Food first! So he made his way to the bar and looked over the menu. He damned his deficience to read Japanese and decided to wait for someone to take his order.

"Hiya Sugah, what can I get for ya??"

'Oh my god! I'm in Ucchan's and Ukyo Kuonji herself is infront of me.' his mind screamed. Luckily for him, he was calm on the outside. He got the idea that maybe he can get some info to see what's up with everyone in the manga. Make small talk with the chef. Yeah, small talk. 'Ewww.. I thought Konatsu was hot.' he finally thought.

"Oh, yeah. What's today's special?" he asked.

"Today's special is the Beef Okonamiyaki with a special blend of hot teriyaki sauce. It's very delish!" she said with a wink. Very cute.

"Hmm.. I'll have a double order of that, and add chicken on it. And I'll have a Coca-Cola too. And yer phone number too."

"Alright honey comming right up!" He watched in awe as she her hands move so quickly across the grill, pouring battery, adding ingredients and such, all nearly in one motion. To say he was impressed was just a pinch of how this effected him. And it smelled good too. "Here ya go sugah. Two specials with chicken and yer soda."

"Damn girl, you got some skill at this! How long you been at it?" Bud said, using a hunting from the YF-19 to cut the delicious, mouth watering japanese pizza.

She smiled with pride. "Ever since I was a kid, my father taught me the Kuonji School of Martial Arts Okonamiyaki on the road with him." she noticed that it was getting slow so she started cleaning a little. He was the only customer at the time.

"I never seen ya around here before, sugah. You new in town?" she asked.

Buddy shrugged and chewed on his food before speaking out. "You can say that. Been out of town for a while doin' some training, ya know."

"Really? So what'cha do?"

"Say," he said, literally inhaling the last few pieces of his food. "This stuff is awesome. A little of everything really. I'm self thought. Fought a couple guys, girls. Did some tournaments. Nothing really big." He gulped down his drink. "Been challenging dojo's lately. It's hard to find places to stay and food to eat on the road, so I've been doing shit like that." he lied.

She was sorta impressed. "Oh yeah? I use to do that too when I was heavy into my training. So you been on the road all this time? Wow and your so young." She took his plates and refilled his glass. "So, where ya headed now?"

"I don't know really." he lied again. "I'm lookin' for a place to settle down and finish high school and all. I mean, I've been on the road for so long, I can't even read my own language. Doesn't that suck?" He sipped on his drink. "So, I heard of this place that I can probably stay and learn some techniques from some jerk in Okinawa. A real pig if you ask me."

He looked at her straight in the eye. "You possibly know were a Tendo Dojo is located?"

She perked up. "I sure do. My fianc-- umm.. best friend lives their actually. If you want, I can take you there? I need a reason to visit anyway and talk to him."

"You know, I could of swore you said fiancee." he teased, trying to goad her into saying more. "You don' have to hide it!"

She looked a little forelorn. "WAS my fiancee. After this other fiancee of his and myself trashed his wedding, he hasn't talked to me since except for the usual 'Hi Ukyou' and 'Bye Ukyou'. I guess I messed up, huh?"

Buddy REALLY felt sorry for the girl. He also realized that he is at the END of the Ranma series, so he doesn't know anything that is comming up at all. Which was good, he wouldn't be interfering in anything important.

"You know what," he began. "How about you and I take a walk together to the Tendo Dojo and you tell me all about this.. best friend of yours, okay?" He winked at her and held his hand out.

Ukyou gave him a curious stare before nodding her head. 'Why the hell not?' she thought as he got her bandoleer of spatulas and the big battle spatula. "Konatsu-kun, you keep shop while I head over to see Ranchan, ya hear?"

"Yes, Ukyou-sama."

Buddy smiled at her and in a gentlmen fashion, took her hand and kissed it. "By the way, my name is Buddy Arnold."

"Ukyou Kuonji." she blushed. She thought of his name for a moment. "Gaijin parents?"

"You can say that. I was born in America."

"Oh really, that sounds interesting."

They continued to chat as they walked down the street. A begining of a new friendship for both.

"Your move Saotome."

"Oh no! It's Gojira!"

"What?! Where--?! I didn't see anything Saotome. But isn't that your wife that's behind you."

"Oh hi---?" 'Your good Tendo, but I'm better.' Genma thought as both men tried to cheat to win at a game of shogi. "By the way, it seems that our children seem to be getting along better as of late. Don't you think it's time to try for another wedding?"

The Tendo patriarch shook his head sadly. "Not a chance, old friend. The last attempt after they returned from their expedition in China took alot out of our budget. And I still think your son is upset with us about trying to force him."

"The boy knows that honor is at stake and he went along as he should whether he liked it or not."

"True to that old friend. To be frank, honor can be a bitch but must be uphold."

Genma nodded sage-like. "Of course, Tendo. Of course."

"Speaking of that, it's my turn." He picked up a piece and moved it up a spot. "Ha! I got you now--------"

"TENDO SCHOOL OF ANYTHING-GOES!! I'VE COME TO CHALLENGE THIS DOJO!!!"

Akane came rushing down-stairs followed by Ranma. She had a look of worry on her face.

"Did you hear that father?" she asked. The man nodded and stood up heading to the side gate.

"Come Akane."

"Hold on! Don't leave me out of this!" Nabiki quickly followed them along with Ranma and Genma. Kasumi was out shopping at this time.

"Yeah, so I got all these wrestling in Okinawa for some money. I tell ya, them guys be crazy with that barbed-wired ropes." Buddy continued to lie, not wanting to tell them the real reason for his scars. But it did seem to impress the beautiful Ukyou.

"Ma, they look worse than that must have felt. Oh man, burn marks and cuts!" she muttered loud enough for him to hear as she examined his muscular arm.

This kid, Buddy, really intrigued her. He was HUGE. He easily stood a full head taller than her, being nearly 6ft tall, and was two or three times bigger than her. He looked really young, but the many scars on his body told her that he was truely older than he seemed. As they walked, he told her of the many adventures him and a friend of his had; some of which she wouldn't believe if she hadn't been on some herself.

He told her of the many fights he had, which didn't surprise her that much because of his initial appearance. What did make her wonder, was his truthful confession of his lack of actual skill and how he wished to learn more. But she had a keen eye for little details. She saw in his eyes that he didn't truly want to learn more, but just fight. It kinda sounded ironic, but she felt the same connection that she has with Ranma, but it felt different somehow. She put that aside for another day as they reached the Tendo Dojo.

"We're here." she noted. He had this smirk on his lips that she found kinda strange.

He shrugged. "Can you tell me what the sign says? I umm.. I can't read Japanese." he chuckled in embarrassment.

'Cute,' she thought. "It says any whom wish to challenge this dojo, please go through side-gate and call out their challenge."

"I guess." He looked back at her. "You gonna come? I thought your friend was in here, what was his name again? Umm.. Ranma? Yeah, him."

She looked hesitant and a bit scared. "I don't know..."

"Bah! Don't be a chicken. It's just your friend right? He might even be glad to see you! And didn't I gave ya some good advice earlier." He sighed. "Just go up to him and apologize. Don't be the 'cute fiancee' you want him to see you as. Just be his best friend and go from there. It's happen to me before and I never regetted that i couldn't get my girl."

"Oh alright! If I can just get you to shut up about it."

"Heh, good." He walked thru the gate and took a deep breath.

"TENDO SCHOOL OF ANYTHING-GOES!! I'VE COME TO CHALLENGE THIS DOJO!!!"

Soun and Akane walked in front of Nabiki, Ranma and Genma to meet the challenger. Akane, being the sole heir of the Tendo branch, was dressed in her yellow gi with black belt with a determined look on her face. Ranma felt a bit worried about Akane. She hasn't been practicing much lately and might lose to the challenger.

Everyone stopped at seeing the challenger, with Ukyou along side. It surprised them because Ukyou wasn't really welcomed anymore, mostly because of Ranma. He gave her a cold look, making the chef look down in sadness. He was surprised by the guy giving Ukyou reasuring hand on the shoulder before stepping up.

"My name is Buddy Arnold. I've come here to challenge this dojo." The man said with confidence. He was tall. Just as tall as Soun but stocky like Genma. Unlike the elder Saotome, he wasn't rotund but had a build like an American Pro Wrestler that Nabiki saw on one of those Pay-Per-View shows at a friends house. He wore black military-like pants and a white shirt, and had on a pair of those Nike shoes Ranma saw at the mall once. And like most challengers, he had a large travelling back with him.

"I will fight one battle, no hold barred. First unconcious or incapacited loses. If I win, all I ask is for a place to stay were I can continue my schooling. If I lose, I shall depart. Do you accept?"

"Do you not have a home, son?" Soun asked.

Bud looked down and shook his head. This brought a tear to the Tendo patriarch's eye.

'Such dedication to ones own scholastic advancement, even a young man such as yourself who has no home. It would be a dishonor to the Tendo name NOT to accept.' Soun shook himself out of his reverie.

"You shall be fighting my daughter, Akane. She is the current heir to the school."

The two combatants eyed each other. Akane with a look of determination. Bud with an emotionless look that not even Nabiki could decipher.

'I don't like this one bit..' Both Nabiki and Ranma thought at the same time as everyone moved into the Dojo.

Buddy left his pack and his shirt at the door by Ukyou, showing his jungle-camo tank-top and his thick, but well defined scarred body and arms.

He moved over over to the middle of the wooden floor and stretched, the same expressionless look on his face. He watched Akane do a light stretch and a couple kicks before moving in front of him at a distance of 10ft. She took a firm stance emphasizing on offense, while he himself took up a boxing stance similiar to that of Roy Jones Jr.

"This fight is one round, no holds barred. The only way to win is by knock out or incapacitate your opponent." Nabiki pronounced between the two, holding her hand up. They bowed to each other. "Ready..."

Bud licked his lips, a smirk comming out.

"HAJIME!!"

"KIIYYAAHH!!"

*Shit!* Bud curse. Akane was actually faster than he thought, or was he just slower? He brought his arm up and blocked the punch aimed at his chest. He sent a punch at her head which she easily dodge. 'This sucks,' he thought. Another blocked punch, barely dodged a spinning roundhouse. 'Am I in over my head?!'

*NAH!* He stopped a hook comming at his head with his left arm and slammed home a punch to Akane's jaw knocking her down. He hopped to the side and threw his arms up in a taunting gesture.

"Get yer ass back up!"

'NANI?!' Akane has never been hit that hard before and it didn't surprise her. The guy was twice her size, but slow and unskilled. But he had the gall to taunt her in her dojo. That's a big no-no. She rolled when she was knocked down and got to her feet but was met with another punch that knocked her back down.

"Get back up Jabroni!" He hopped, stepped and knocked her down as she got up again. He smirked. This was fun. "Come on babe and just get yer ass back up and..." He took a few steps back holding her arm out, palm facing up and motioning her towards him with his hand. "JUST BRING IT!!"

Akane's battle aura lit up causing Bud to stagger for a second. It was all the time she need. *TE~ME~ BAKA YAROU!!!* she growled. Her leg lashed out, doubling over the big asian brawler. Her knee knocked him back up followed by a punch to the gut and a spinning back kick that made him seemingly float in the air and land with a thud near the end of the dojo floor.

"Jerk." Akane spat, dusting her hands off.

"Kiss my ass." WHAM!!

Ranma winced seeing Akane getting hit by the drop kick.

She rolled to her feet and staggered. Now THAT really hurt. She didn't expect someone as big as him to move so swiftly and without any sound. 'Gotta stop underestimating him.' "Hiiiyyaahh!!" She charged at him readying to use one of Ranma's moves on the guy.

'Oh yeah super punch here we go.'

He gasped when Akane jumped at him in a flying kick aimed at his head. He ducked down and thanked the goddess that he had quick reflexes to avoid the knockout blow. He turned to see the Akane-sized hole but instead recieved a chi-charged kick to the chest as she richochet off of the dojo wall.

*SUUPAA METEORA KIIKKUUU!!* "SUPER METEOR KICK!!!"

"AHHHHH!!" Bud screamed as he slammed into the wall on the opposite side. His body fell forward and it twitched a couple times.

*Yata!* Akane cheered. She didn't think she could actually pull it off, but the guy fell for it. Obviously he was expecting her super punch finisher but she pulled the wool over his eyes.

Ranma looked at Akane for a moment with a smile, then at the challenger. That really had to hurt. He noticed small movement from Bud and he made sure Akane knew.

"It's not over Akane. He still got some fight left in him. You gotta knock him out."

"Damn right you gotta knock me out." Bud quickly got to his feet with a scowl on his features.

This made Akane fume! Why don't he just stay down and leave?! There were enough people living in the house already, and they didn't need another burden as it is. She charged at full speed, this time ready to deliever her super punch. Cocking the arm back, she lunged and lashed out with the haymaker at his head. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST STAY DOWN ALREADY?!"

"Be quiet--" he grabbed her arm by the wrist just as the punch came into range, holding her with tremendous strength. "--You whiney bitch--" He grabbed her other wrist as she attempted to strike him with it.

"--AND JUST FIGHT!" He swung his arms out away from his in a curvy motion as he let Akane's arms free and kicked her in the chest at the same time knocking her away.

Ranma and Genma gasped at seeing the move.

The fight was finally starting to escalate quickly as the two started to trade blows. Bud caught her roundhouse and used her leg to swing her over his head and onto the floor. But she tucked and ended up pulling Bud with her and slamming him onto his back. She used a hand-spring to push herself into the air and come down with a viscious knee to his gut.

"OOOF!!"

"Jerk!" She spat again, hopping back a few feet to get her breath back. She felt her kneed throb slightly after the impact. 'What was he made of?'

The young fighter got his feet quickly, rubbing her stomach in irritation. He put up his fist in a shoot-wrestling stance and called Akane too him with his fingers. He smiled at her as she came at him again, but slightly favorite the right knee. She was lucky he had other plans.

The youngest Tendo found herself hard-pressed this time. Buddy's stance emphasized an defense and she wasn't getting any good hit. All her punches were blocked and her kicks were eather blocked or swatted aside. Frustration built up again and she lashed at him with a high roundhouse aimed at the head.

'Thank you.' With a sly smirk, Bud quickly swatted down the offending leg and used his left leg to place a fierce toe-kick in the pit of the girl's gut forcing her to bend over. With his muscular arms, he wrapped her around the waist in a gut-wrench wrestling hold and EASILY lifted her off the ground and over him until the small of her back rested against his right shoulder.

"Oh no! Daddy you gotta stop him! He's gonna cripple Akane!" Nabiki pleaded to her father. This guy fought tooth and nail with her sister and now he was gonna end it by permanently incapacitating her. She wouldn't allow it. She started to move to the man but was stopped by Soun.

"No one shall interfer, Nabiki-chan. This is a matter of school honor. It would disrace our name if you stop this fight." he said calmly. The kid was average and it would be wise for him to humble his youngest.

"Ranma, can I talk to you?"

"Later, Ukyou. After this match." Ranma replied.

Buddy smirked. He wasn't finishing her as everyone thought. Akane was tough and so why not butter her up with some power moves! Holding the girl tightly over his right shoulder, he jumped up and came down on his knees. The force of the landing pushing his body up and Akane's down, slamming her back down onto his rock-hard shoulder making her scream loudly in pain as she rolled off him.

"Your back must hurt babe. You think you can continue?" Bud asked calmly, showing actual concern for the girl. She growled at him and told him to fuck off.

"I DON'T QUIT!!"

He sighed. "Well get the fuck up then!" Grabbing her roughly by her gi, he hauled her up to her up to her feet. She tried to attack him but her strength was weakening quickly from the back-breaker move. "This is gonna hurt."

He grabbed Akane by the head and forced her to bend over as he tucked her head between his legs. She tried to weakly bat at him with her fist but she was too exhausted to escape. He pointed at Ukyou with a smile and gave her a thumbs up which made her squeel in delight. He was gonna do her favorite wrestling move.

Getting Akane in a gut wrench hold, he lifted her up simply over his head until she looked as if sitting in mid air with his arm as support. She then brung her down hard, releasing the hold and slamming the youngest Tendo onto the hardwood floor in a pefectly executed Jack-knife powerbomb.

Ukyou cheered him on, and at the same time felt sorry for Akane.

Ranma's eye twitched. He saw that move the other night on that American wrestling show.

Wiping his brow, Bud watched Akane. He started to get angry as he watched her slowly start to get to her feet. NOW he was really gonna finish this. It was time to lay the smack down on someone's candy ass. While Akane got up, Bud positioned himself directly behind her with her legs spread into ready stance, bent slightly with his eyes watching her carefully. Calculatively. Gauging when to strike.

He shifted over from side to side as her rear positioned change. He stopped, watching her look for him then suddenly turn around. She spots him and swings her arm in a vain attempt at an attack.

Like a wolf, he strikes. Brining his right arm across her chest to hook with his hand over her left shoulder so his forearm rest under her chin. Her right arm over his shoulder as he squats down. With a lunge, he lift Akane completely off her feet, his right foot following while his left stays on the ground. They both fall forward as he slams Akane into the floor with a devestating crunch of flesh and bone meeting floor, also known as The Rock Bottom.

Bud quickly snapped back up, hopping back, kicking one leg out and cocking his arm in a celebratory taunt as if he was the Rock.

Catching his breath, he slowly turned to the people present and bowed before taking a calm stance with his hands at his side. His heart was pounding a mile a minute.

"It's over."

Soun nodded and walked over to the young man and congradulated him on a job well done before attending to his youngest. Nabiki gave Buddy the meaniest look on a girl that he has ever scene. Oh well. It was a different story when Ranma and Genma approached him.

"HOW DID YOU COME TO LEARN THE YAMASENKEN?!" they both bellowed.

Bud shrugged. "Can you ask me later though?"

"Why?" Ranma asked with a frown.

"Well," he started. "On a serious note, my adrenaline high just ended so I'm not capable of any mental proccesss right now since I'm about to enter unconsiousness. Gnight."

He fell forward flat on his face with a loud thud.

Everyone sweat-dropped.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Author's Notes:
This is my longest chapter yet. Actually, this chapter was suppose to cover the whole meeting of Ranma and Montel with Ranma. As you can tell in the story, I've changed a few things to the canon version of Ranma. This takes place after volume 38 of the Manga in which was one of Ranma Saotomes most deadly fight.

For those of you whom need Manga translations, try the Ranma 1/2 FAQ site at www.wot-club.org.uk/RanmaFAQ/

BTW, I've added the appearance of the Sailor Senshi as humor. They are NOT gonna be in this fic. Sorry to you Sailor Moon fans.

Originally, I was gonna have the character Buddy become friends with Nabiki. But, instead of starting in Book 22, which Ranma fights Herb, the end of the Manga posed possibilities of romantic interludes with Ukyou Kuonji, my favorite choice for Ranma besides Akane.

Yes, I am an Akane Supporter. ONLY because it's part of the Canon universe. Moron.

Speaking of which, if you have ANY ideas for the story that you can give me, like interludes, places for them to go, or even special character appearances. Feel free to message me at the Email below.

C&C+Flames: hibiki54@earthlink.net (all lower-case)
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