No Need for Destiny Ch 3: No Need for Goddesses

[Innortal]

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Innortal
No Need for Destiny
Chapter 3
No Need for Goddesses
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“So,” said Ranma as he and Nabiki stood outside the auditorium, waiting for the opening ceremonies to begin, “what classes should we take?”
“Besides the business ones?” she asked with a smile.
Ranma sagged against the wall. “Yeah, besides those.” He hated the fact that despite all that work for two years, he had to study more stuff; and he wasn’t getting any rare martial arts training for it either. Man that sucks.
Giggling a bit, Nabiki looked at the available courses. “Well, if it’s anything like the colleges at home, then a math, a science, and with what you have to take, I say a few cake courses.”
“Cake?” asked Ranma smiling and dreaming of cake.
Nabiki shook her head. “Cake as in easy courses.”
“Damn,” he muttered.
“You can always sign up for some cooking courses,” said Nabiki.
“They have cooking at a science academy?”
Nabiki nodded, pointing to it. “A scientist has to eat.”
He nodded. Might be a good idea. Can’t keep hoping Kasumi’ll pop up.
“Besides,” said Nabiki, “we need to be well rounded individuals, so we need a well rounded curriculum.”
“I just wish we could go to Earth now,” said Ranma.
Nabiki nodded, motioning him forward as she noticed the other students were being lead into the auditorium. “So do I, but we’re stuck here. And since we seem to be in the future, we need to get smart enough and have enough pull to try and get back to the past.”
“Are you sure the other planets didn’t have life on them when we left?” he asked.
Nabiki growled, upset that he still refused to accept the truth. “What are you, Genma? I said no to that question thousands of times. Asking it again won’t change the truth.”
Ranma just growled back, hating that she kept comparing him to his old man. “I ain’t the panda; I still have hair and can see my toes.”
“Then do try and stop asking questions you already know the answer to, dear.”
Sighing, he resumed walking to their seats. He knew if she called him dear, there was no further point in arguing. She’d just embarrass them in public if he continued.
Took him seven times to remember and figure that one out.
Soon, they took there seats.
“Why are we here again?”
Nabiki slammed her head on the table. “You enjoy torturing me like this, don’t you?”
“What?”
“How many times have we talked about this?”
“Um ... one, maybe two, I think.”
“We’ve discussed this every day, every few hours, for the last week since we moved here to our apartment,” said Nabiki.
“Now I know you don’t have any memory problems, since you have a near perfect eidetic memory. So, I’m left to conclude you ask the same damn questions you already know the answers to, repeatedly, because you enjoy torturing me.”
“I wish they’d start this show.”
Nabiki sighed. “Or you just aren’t listening,” she said, as she slapped him upside his head.
“Hey!”
“Ranma, if you ask a question, at least have the good taste to listen to the answer.”
“I did, but then you droned off on something about answering an edict or something. So I—OW!”
She had grabbed his ear, and pulled him down to where she could speak directly into it. “Now listen here, Saotome. The next time you ask a damned question and ignore the answer, ask the same damn question again, or just generally piss me off, I’m going to acting like Akane ... all the time ... especially when it’s my turn to cook. And I guarantee that you’ll be eating it, hospital or not.
“Do ... you ... understand?”
Gulping, Ranma answered, instead of nodding. It took him ten times not to nod when she had his ear. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” she purred, as she released his ear. “You really do require a full time trainer for social skills.”
Ranma sighed as he slumped onto the table before him. He could take down Gods, defeat descendants of dragons.
But get one Tendo female near him outside of a martial arts spar, and they defeated him every damn time.
“My, that was quite interesting to see.”
Ranma turned, spotting the owner of the voice. “It wasn’t funny.”
“At least someone appreciates my hard work,” chuckled Nabiki. “Nabiki Tendo, fiancée to Ranma here. You are?”
“Naja Akara,” said the grey haired figure.
Ranma glared at them, before his eyes opened wide. “Whoa, your aura is balanced.”
“Huh?” said Nabiki and Naja.
“Your aura’s completely balanced between male and female chi,” he said. “But that can’t happen without completely messing with your mind.”
Naja blushed, looking down, and being saved by the Dean beginning his address to the incoming class. “Can we discuss this afterwards? This is a rather private conversation.”
Nabiki nodded, slapping her hand over Ranma’s mouth. “Certainly. How about the park across from the fountains?”
“Thank you,” Naja said, as she turned back to the speech.
Ranma blinked, turning his head to look at Nabiki. “Mmphr?”
“Saotome, be quiet.”
Ranma sighed. No one ever explained anything to him.
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“So,” said Nabiki, “what did you want to discuss in private?”
Naja sighed. “Your fiancé was quite right about me being balanced. I am a hermaphrodite.”
Ranma blinked. “That means—”
“Saotome, she knows what it means.” Nabiki blushed a bit. “Um...”
“She is the term I prefer,” said Naja. “Though I am curious about this aura you discussed.”
Ranma nodded, trying not to be offensive, after a quick yelling by Nabiki. “Well, when I meet people, I scan their auras, and—”
“Ranma,” interrupted Nabiki, “I think she meant to tell her about what an aura is.”
“Oh,” he said, forgetting that not everyone knew about the stuff he took as common sense. “Well, an aura is a person’s energy.” He released the restraints on his a bit, bringing the golden blue energy into the visible spectrum.
“Amazing,” Naja said; her eyes wide. “And this aura told you I was balanced ... how?”
“Well,” said Ranma, letting his aura shift back out of the visible spectrum, “I can sort of sense the amount of the different chi in it; male and female.”
“Why would you need to do that?”
Nabiki chuckled. “Aside from people popping up on our old planet that dressed as the opposite gender, and one hopefully long dead pervert who loved to siphon off female chi, Ranma learned his also by dealing with his own little gender disorder.”
“Gender dis...or...der...”
She sputtered to silence as Nabiki hit Ranma with a cup of cold water.
“HEY!”
“Ranma, it’s only fair to open yourself up, after she did so to us. That’s what friends do.”
Ranma would have continued yelling, when she felt a familiar touch, usually associated with those just learning about the curse. “Can you stop doing that?”
Naja pulled her hands back. “How?”
Ranma grabbed a towel from Nabiki, who was giggling. “Don’t feel bad, Naja,” said Nabiki. “I did that too, when I first met Ranma.”
“It’s a curse,” said Ranma. “Boy with hot water, a girl with cold water; and I’m a boy for the record.”
Naja nodded. “And what does this do to your ... chi?”
Nabiki listened as well. Truthfully, she wondered if this did change Ranma a bit. She knew some springs could change the personality, but she never learned if they changed the person’s chi itself.
“Well, it did change it a lot,” said Ranma, sinking deeper in the chair. “I think it tried to bring them closer together, make them nearly equal. But I have more male chi, even in this form.”
“You never told us this, Ranma.”
She snorted. “Yeah, that’s all I needed; to be called a freak because my curse was making me girlier. Between Pops’ stupidity, Akane’s rants, Ryoga’s slams, and all the other bullshit I dealt with on a daily basis, the last thing I wanted to give you all was more ammo.”
Naja nodded, as she sat down. “Fear of being an outcast, a source of amusement for others who revel in your suffering. I can understand that.” She then looked up to Ranma. “Sorry for that. I should have known better.”
“No problem,” Ranma said. “I’m used to it. At least you didn’t take a second time to grab them like my fiancée.”
“I was expecting a guy, not a small redhead with a large rack,” said Nabiki.
“Um ... Ranma, may I make a request?”
She turned back to Naja. “I guess; depends on what it is.”
“May I be allowed to study your curse? I would like to understand how it works.”
Ranma was standing, eyes wide. “You mean you might be able to cure me?” she asked excitedly.
Nabiki sighed. Every time a cure was dangled before him, Ranma would go off after it. “No cures, Saotome. Let’s not forget all the other supposed cures.”
Naja blinked.
Nabiki sighed. “We had waterproof soap.”
Naja blinked. “But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of soap?”
“So, that’s why I stinked after using it.” Ranma was scratching the back of her head once again, trying to remember all of the fake cures.
“Then there was the time you thought about using the Chiisui-ton to lock your uncursed form, if you just heated the water.”
“How was I to know it kept the water magically cold?”
Naja simply mouthed the word ‘magic’.
“And let’s not forget the stuff that never even came close. Remember the splitting incense, the copy mirror, the—”
“Okay, already,” yelled Ranma. “I get the point.”
Naja just smiled. It looked like she was going to learn a lot from these two.
“Why do you want to study Ranma, anyway?” asked Nabiki.
“Well to be honest, I was hoping to learn either how to put my body in a similar state, or perhaps even split myself into two beings; one male and one female.”
“Why?”
The two turned to Ranma, before ignoring him. “Just be careful,” said Nabiki. “Jusenkyo has a way of messing with people, and the curse might not like being poked and prodded.”
Nodding, she began to make plans for what to do. After all, as the soon-to-be greatest scientific mind in the universe, she needed to be able to understand stuff like this.
Besides, she had always wanted to try and gain an understanding with magic.
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“You can’t be serious!” said Washu, talking to Naja over the communications systems.
“I’m always serious about stuff like this,” said Naja, looking over the latest tests from Ranma’s curse, noticing several abnormalities in his over-dimensional patterns during both the activation and deactivation of his curse.
“And what do you hope to gain from this?”
“Oh, you know me, Washu,” said Naja as she correlated the data. “I’m always looking to know what makes something tick.”
“That’s not what I meant,” said Washu, growling.
“No, get your own guinea pig.”
“DAMN IT, NAJA!” she yelled. “I wanna study him ... her ... whatever.”
“Sorry, I found them first,” said the smirking Naja. “And besides, we agreed never to poach the other’s guinea pigs.
“But that’s not fair!” whined Washu.
“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to come here and find one for yourself,” chuckled Naja.
“I’d rather go to the Royal Science Academy.”
“Oh, spending your time around stuffy Juraian nobles is better than hanging out with me?” she asked in mock hurt.
Washu snorted. “They won’t throw a party for me when I ask them not too.”
“Oh, you wound me,” said Naja. “But honestly, think about it. You know all the cute scientists go here, and they don’t have that stuffy “holier than thou” attitude here either.”
Washu snorted. “Maybe.”
“Hey,” she said, smiling, “maybe we could do a joint study, independent, and compare results.”
Naja narrowed her eyes. “You won’t drop this, will you?”
“Not a chance,” Washu said, looking as innocent as a child, without portraying how deadly she could be if she didn’t get her way.
Sighing, Naja started entering commands. “Here’s the data I have so far for you to pour through.”
“What, no photos, physical exams, samples?” Washu asked.
Naja just sighed. What is it with that girl and samples? I know women thrice her age that aren’t even a quarter as perverted.
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Washu smiled as she strolled about the campus of the Galaxy Science Academy. While it wasn’t as ancient as the Royal Science Academy on Jurai, she preferred its charms ... and the fact that it wasn’t run by many people who thought they were the center of the multiverse.
And I do have to admit, the scenery is very pleasant to look at. Her thoughts were not on the landscape, but the small group of males around her age that were jogging across the path from her. “Mama likes!” she squealed.
Shaking her head, she resumed her original destination. “Now, Naja’s apartment should be here somewhere ... I just don’t know where.”
It took her a while, before she finally spotted her target, a small little cottage off the main campus. “Well, hope she’s expecting me,” said Washu, wondering if she had escaped the horrors of a party by arriving a day early. It had been a simple plan, and she had hoped to have it work, with less chance for it to be messed up.
“SURPRISE!”
She lost that bet.
She paled at the sight of nearly four dozen people before her, with Naja holding a large cup filled with a likely alcoholic beverage.
So, she did what she thought was best, given her fears of too many people.
Naja could only stare as Washu took off. Now normally, she would have only gone after her herself. But being three sheets to the wind, thanks in part to the excellent liquors Nabiki had been able to procure for the party, she decided to make a game out of it, to thank the woman who would soon be hounding her about revealing the true identity of the “guinea pig of their dreams”.
“Let’s get her!”
And thus, the welcome party quickly was replaced with a hunting party, complete with torches.
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Washu found herself running in a random direction, her fear making her face pale, and providing the adrenalin to keep her running.
Which is of course, also partly the reason she turned a corner, and ran smack dab into someone walking in the opposite direction.
She rubbed her head, having smacked into the guy, cursing her luck.
“Are you alright?”
But she was thanking that very same luck, when she looked into the blue eyes of the kind man/barricade that was offering to help her up.
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“Damn, I’m late,” muttered Ranma as he jogged towards Naja’s house.
It had been two years since he met the hermaphrodite, and Nabiki and he had become great friends with her ... even if she did tend to go a bit overboard on the tests.
The main point was that she was a great friend with no love interest in him to any degree. She was safe.
That put her leagues above most of the people from Nerima.
And it was because of that he was happy to use his company to help her get all the supplies she needed for the welcome party for her best friend.
Of course, it was also because of that he was now late; due to the fact he spent more time helping her and less time finishing the report he had just turned in, nearly late.
“At least the teacher took it without docking me points.”
Currently, he was also facing another battle. He had a bet going with Nabiki on who could graduate with the highest GPA. It forbade any attempt to keep the other from studying or doing well on a test, which meant you had to do so on your own merits.
He was behind by point-zero-two points.
Ranma Saotome didn’t lose in school ... well, not anymore.
And that was when it hit him; a woman with crab-like hair. She looked very beautiful, if not a little pasty.
“Are you alright?” he asked, holding out a hand to help her up.
As she was helped up to a standing position, they scene was interrupted by some screams, the most noticeable to the two having been Naja.
“She went this way!”
Before Washu could start running again, or even remember that she could fly if she desired, she found herself being held as they leapt to the top of the administration building. “What the—” She tried to say, before Ranma’s hand slapped over her mouth, silencing her, as he gestured to her hunting party.
Soon, they ran past, though Washu could have sworn that a girl with brown hair had seen them, before smiling and leading the party away.
“Thanks, Nabiki,” Ranma muttered. He had been against setting up Naja’s friend like this, having been the butt of such attempt to cure a strong fear by his Father and by Kasumi once. He had his own ideas to help her, from what he had learned from a few psychology classes he had taken on a whim. Even Nabiki had agreed with him, and must have sensed the other girl up there with him, for her to lead the crowd away instead of yelling up to him to ask if he had seen Washu.
“You’re Washu, right?” he asked, recognizing her from the hologram Naja had of her.
She was able to finally compose herself to look up at him; the fear of the party disappearing in an instant as she looked into his deep blue eyes. “Uh ... yeah.”
Ranma chuckled. “Wanna know a secret to getting over any fear?”
“What?” she asked, before shaking her head clear. Now’s not the time to get all dreamy-eyed, Washu! “Okay, how does one get rid of a fear?”
Ranma smiled. “You just need a good memory to call up whenever you start feeling the fear get to strong; sort of like a mallet to bash the fear with.
“It works best if it’s also something you do to relax.”
“And what do you do to relax, Mr. ...?”
“Ranma,” he said, as he bowed. “Let me show you.”
Nodding, Washu took his hand, as he scooped her up, and began to roof-hop across the campus.
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“So, this is how you relax?” asked Washu from the roof of the office building.
Ranma nodded, as he lay down beside her. “When I was growing up, the only constant I ever had were the stars. With my Pops dragging me around everywhere, doing one stupid thing after another “all in the name of training”, you learned to find comfort where you can.”
“How so?”
“Constellations. I may not have been the smartest person, but I could name every star. They were my friends.”
Washu nodded. “You won’t find any here. This planet was uninhabited before the Academy was built.”
Ranma just smiled, holding up a small screen. “I know, I made my own.”
The screen glowed, as designs formed on it, connecting the dots of the stars. “This one is the Malleter. She was placed in the heavens by the Gods, for whacking one of the loves of a Goddess on the head with her mallet, calling him a pervert.”
Washu giggled at that.
“Next we have the gluttonous panda. It upset the Gods by eating all their food, so they cast him into the stars, to keep him from eating their food, and to punish him by showing him the food he would never eat again.”
Washu’s giggles began to get louder.
“Next we have the myopic duck. He was after a Goddess, but she wished nothing to do with him. In anger, he became a man and chased off every guy who talked to her, so she placed him in heaven, since it would such him the hell up and allow her to chase her beloved, whoever he may be.”
The laughter got louder.
Soon, he described the crazy swordsman who refused to see reality, the tiny pervert who stole underwear, the old ghoul who haunted young men, the crying man who never did anything but whine, the dancing doctor and his partner Betty, and finally the Angel Kasumi, whose food brought harmony to the world.
At the end, Washu was struggling to catch her breath.
Smiling, Ranma helped her sit up. “Feeling better?”
She nodded, not trusting herself not to break out in laughter again.
Finally, she gained enough control to speak. “So, what now?”
“If you want, we can go to the party for the time you originally wanted to go,” stated Ranma. “If you feel afraid, just remember what stars are watching over you,” he said, handing her the small screen that showed his constellations.
Smiling, she nodded, entwining her hand with his, as he held her and took off across the roofs again. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
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Four months later...
Nabiki slammed the shot glass back on the bar, barely holding her hands steady enough to pour the next shot.
She hadn’t come to relax, or even socialize, which was why she chose this particular bar. Despite the time, it still had only a few patrons, usually being filled to capacity only during the peak evening hours, usually by teachers and other officials.
No, she had come to this place, and was currently drowning her sorrows in alcohol, because she had lost her chance.
Ranma had proposed to Washu.
Worse, Washu was currently pregnant with Ranma’s child, and he couldn’t have been happier.
I missed my chance. Kami-sama, I’m worse than Akane. I took four years to not only find out I loved him, but that I stalled telling him so. Now he’s got a fiancée he actually picked, and I’m left alone.
It had begun three months ago at the party for Washu’s arrival. Ranma had brought the girl of the night after a few hours, and a good time was had by all. Though she was a bit worried that Washu was literally hanging off Ranma, she accepted it as perhaps a small crush, or that Ranma made her feel safe.
Then she started hanging out at the apartment, staying over.
And like a Kuno, she saw only what she wanted to see.
Which is why the fear of losing Ranma didn’t hit her until she walked in on Washu taking a shower, thinking it was Ranma in his girl form.
And when she decided to reveal her feelings to him, he tells her that Washu just accepted his proposal to marry him. That was quickly followed by him jumping for joy that she knew he loved her, and was not asking her to marry him simply for the child.
Nabiki knew she was still technically engaged to Ranma. But she also knew that while he saw her as a friend, he truly loved Washu. Even though it was legal for him to have a second wife if he chose, she doubted he would do such a thing.
“You really fucked up this time, Tendo,” she muttered, slamming back yet another shot.
“Are you okay, Miss?”
She slowly turned, looking at the blond man before her. “Who the fuck are you?’ she slurred.
“I am Tai; we have a science class together this semester.”
“Oh,” she said, before turning back to her shot glass. “Go away.”
“You won’t find your answers in a bottle,” he said, giving her a smile that somehow produced a twinkle.
“I’ll never know if I don’t try.”
“Here,” he said, grabbing the bottle, and motioning for the bartender to prepare another one. “Let’s go to that table, talk about why you’re getting drunk, over some shots. What’d you say?”
Nabiki looked between the bottle she had been nursing for an hour, and the fresh one the bartender was preparing. Despite the fact that she could easily afford it, she was still a sucker for free food and drink. “Sure, why not?”
Tai smiled, as he escorted her over to the free table.
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Two months later...
Nabiki sighed as she looked across the kitchen bar towards the happy couple, nestling together, and watching a science fiction action movie; both pointing out what was wrong, from a move that wouldn’t work in a fight, to which laws of the universe they broke without proper tech.
Married, I can’t believe Ranma ‘ARGH! Girls! Run!’ Saotome got married to a girl he’s known for only three months.
The couple sat on the couch, Washu leaning against him, with one of his arms wrapped protectively around her, rubbing her developing belly, as the baby had begun to show in its fourth month.
She fought against the bile rising in her throat, the signs of jealousy. She knew she had had ample opportunity to be in that place with Ranma. But as her sister had, she puttered it away, believing she had all the time she wanted, and Ranma would still be there.
Days like this I wish I could play the fiancée card. But ... I want him to do so because he wants to, not because he feels he owes me.
Shaking her head, she headed towards the door, finding a need to leave as soon as she could, before she did something she’d regret. “You guys need anything from the stores?”
“Nah, I think we’re good,” said Ranma. “You need anything, Washu-chan?”
The girl giggled. “Nah, I’m good.”
“Okay then,” Nabiki said, putting on a smile, and submerging her burning hatred for the situation within the Soul of Ice.
As she walked towards her transport, she sighed. Ranma was happy, and she knew she should be as well. She knew if she allowed her jealousy to keep building, she would ruin any chance of even a friendship with Ranma.
“I need to either tell him or accept it,” she muttered, as she headed out.
“Might even have to do it after I take care of this business,” she muttered, absently rubbing her stomach.
Unlike Washu, she wasn’t far enough along to show.
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“Pregnant!”
Nabiki nodded, drinking her chilled juice. “Yep.”
“And it’s mine?”
Sighing, she sat down her cup. Really, all this evolution, and that’s the first thing he asks.
So much for social engineering. “Yes, it’s yours. I haven’t been with anyone. You were my first.”
Tai nodded; his face still pale. “I ... see.”
Nabiki sighed, as she picked up her cup again. Why did I sleep with him again?
Oh yeah, I was drunk off my ass because Ranma proposed to Washu.
“Excuse me a moment,” said Tai, as he left his seat, headed for the bathroom.
Nabiki sat her drink down, stirring it with a straw. In her mind, she had already decided a few things.
One thing was that she was having this kid. She knew it was her choice, and she was choosing to have the child.
She also wasn’t marrying Tai. The guy had been nice, but even with her despair over Ranma’s relationship, she was clear-headed enough to know that she and Tai only had their sexual encounters, and that was not something to build a lifetime commitment on.
Third, she was going to have to tell Ranma about this, as well as her own feelings for him. If nothing else, it would be his decision, taking some of the guilt off her. And at least he was a better father figure than Tai.
“How long does it take to use the restroom for a guy?” she muttered, as she noticed he had been gone for over five minutes.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
Nabiki looked up, seeing a waitress. “Yes?”
The waitress looked nervous, but decided she couldn’t hold back the information anymore. “It seems your gentleman friend ... left.”
“I see,” said Nabiki, frightening her waitress when she dipped too quickly into the Soul of Ice, freezing her juice and shattering the glass.
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“And just where do you think you’re going?”
Tai froze, slowly turning to the door to his apartment, spotting a very angry Nabiki. “Um... It’s not what it looks like.”
“It looks like you’re ditching campus to get away from me.”
“Well it’s not.”
“And the request you submitted less than a minute after leaving the restaurant, about being transferred to another campus?” she asked, having a good amount of friends in high places on campus.
“Well...”
Nabiki snorted. “Just go. Both me and the child are better off without you.”
“Listen, Nabiki...”
She shook her head. “Just go, Tai. Just go. Quit acting like this is for the best.”
“Oh,” he said, tossing his bag on the floor. “This is your big chance to get back with that Ranma guy, isn’t it?”
Nabiki started giggling, before she broke down into a full fit of laughter. “Oh, that’s rich. I’m pregnant, you’re running away, and now you try to make me look like the bad guy.”
Almost as if a switch had been hit, her laughter stopped, as she sent a glare that could kill at him. “No, this is about the fact that when it came down to it, you’d rather run away than accept your responsibility. I didn’t ask you to marry me, but for some reason, I assumed you might want to be a part of this child’s life.”
The guy snorted. “Yeah, like I’m going to believe that.”
“Believe whatever you want,” said Nabiki. “Just get out of my life.”
Tai made a move to grab her arm, not wanting the conversation to end. Though he wanted no such responsibility, he didn’t want her to leave without believing he was right.
The problem was while Nabiki was Soun’s daughter, she was also Ranma’s primary student before Washu; a position she did not release even after the announcement of the marriage.
In short work, Tai soon found himself on the ground, on his back, a foot pressed against his neck, and his right arm twisted, still in Nabiki’s grasp.
“You’re not a man at all,” said Nabiki. “A man accepts his responsibilities; you just try and blame others.”
She leaned closer to his ear, bending his arm more. “I never want to see you ever again.”
With that, she hit his sleep spot quickly, before walking out to her vehicle. She had someone to talk to.
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“I ... see,” said Ranma as Washu squeezed his hand, his mind trying to comprehend what Nabiki had just informed him.
“How long have you loved Ranma?” asked Washu, not looking angry, but more concerned and confused.
Nabiki sighed, not looking directly at either of them, the guilt for having to talk about this to them weighing too heavily upon her. “About a little more than a year after we arrived. I just wasn’t certain on it until after we came here to study.”
“Why’d you never tell him?”
“I thought we had the time, I supposed I was afraid he’d say he didn’t feel anywhere near the same, and I’d damage the one iron-clad friendship I had since we arrived here.”
“Washu-chan?” asked Ranma, finally coming out of his own stupor. “Can this Tai idiot get custody?”
Nabiki paled, forgetting she still wasn’t one hundred percent clear on the local legal systems.
Washu scratched her chin. “Well, he is from a minor noble family, if I recognize the name correctly. If so, then he might be able to gain full custody once the baby is born.”
“Not a chance,” growled Nabiki.
“How do we stop this ass from doing that?” asked Ranma.
“Simple,” said Washu, “she needs to be married to someone with more political power. She can’t be adopted, because the courts would see that as an obvious dodge. She’d have to be married.”
“How is that a dodge?” asked Nabiki, not looking forward to being wedded off just to keep her child.
“You were engaged to Ranma-kun, and no doubt Tai would use that as proof that it is a dodge. Add to that that though Ranma is heir to Seniwa, he still hasn’t managed to achieve the clot necessary at this point to solidify ties to his grandfather’s old connections. With the current connections between Seniwa and Jurai, many courts will side against Ranma simply to try and help quicken the slow demise of Seniwa.”
Nabiki felt the bile rise in her throat again. “And who would I have to marry to keep my child?”
“Why Ranma, of course,” said Washu with a smile, causing both others to face fault onto the floor.
“Excuse me,” said Ranma, “I thought you said the courts would side against me.”
“Please explain that to me,” said Nabiki, rubbing her forehead.
Washu just giggled. “Simple. Adoption is a political process, but marriage is one of the most sacred processes in the known universe. For them to go against a marriage of the heir to Seniwa would be to invite full political unrest, and result in their loss of power and prestige in all likely scenarios.”
“But wouldn’t I have to get divorced first?”
Washu shook her head. “Dear, there is no limit on marriage participants; as long as all are willing. Remember?”
“No.”
The couple turned to Nabiki. “Huh?” asked Ranma.
“I don’t want you to do this for me, just because you want to help,” Nabiki said. “I only want to be married for love, and I only want to marry you, Saotome, if you love me as well.”
Ranma just dropped his head on the table. I’ll never understand women. She loves me, but she won’t marry me unless I love her. I’m allowed more than one wife, but I can’t adopt her. “I’m confused. Can you run this all by me again?”
Washu smiled a smile that began to send chills down their backs. “I think I know how to solve this?”
Ranma sighed. Last time she said that, she came to bed wearing a nurse’s outfit, talking about getting samples.
He wasn’t far off.
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Nabiki lay in bed, sweaty, out of breath, and currently cuddling one side of Ranma, while Washu cuddled the other. The other two weren’t out of breath, but had the same contented smiles etched onto their faces.
“Not that I minded the romp,” said Nabiki, “but how does this solve anything?”
“Solve what?” asked Ranma.
“Just rest up, dear,” said Washu, patting Ranma’s chest and making him lay back down.
“As to what this solves,” said Washu, “it proves Ranma does have feelings for you.”
“How exactly?” asked Nabiki.
Ranma turned towards her as well. This, I have to hear.
“Trust me, how he was acting, he definitely has deep feelings for you. Ranma-kun doesn’t do some of that unless he really cares for you.”
Ranma blushed, wondering what stuff she was talking about.
“Got anything else, besides which parts of the Kama Sutra that Ranma reserves for women he loves?”
“Check his passive aura,” said Washu.
Nabiki closed her eyes, centering herself. She may not have learned enough from Ranma to bring forth her own battle aura, but she had learned enough to see an aura.
“And what she saw was Ranma’s passive aura, showing his dominant emotion at the moment, and that emotion was... “He... He...”
Washu nodded, as she had seen the color himself. She knew Nabiki loved Ranma, and Washu had known that Ranma could love Nabiki as well. That was why she had dragged Nabiki to bed with them.
Of course, only Washu knew that the passive aura of love would cover all participants, given their deep feelings, even if Ranma’s inner mind hadn’t come to a conclusion to love Nabiki.
But ... they didn’t need to know that. All they needed to know was that they cared for each other, and that Nabiki would not be alone.
Maybe I should be an actor?
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Washu controlled her breathing as they had instructed her.
Of course, the pain-filled look on Ranma’s face as she tried to squeeze his hand into a diamond properly showed the pain she was feeling.
Nabiki wetted the cloth once again, wiping the sweat from Washu’s face, as she held the other hand, safe from Washu’s wrath as she had not been the one to place this particular bun in Washu’s over.
“Don’t worry, Washu,” said Nabiki, trying to comfort her co-wife, “I’m certain you’ll forget all about this pain once you look on little Mikumo.”
“Say that to me when Miyuki is born,” spat Washu as she felt the pain of yet another contraction.
Ranma rubbed his free palm against the side of Washu’s face, finally putting enough chi and ki into his hand and wrist to keep Washu from crushing it. “You wanted to try this natural?”
“Yeah,” said Naja, holding a recording device, “stop whining because you wanted to experience natural childbirth!”
Washu just growled. “Ranma’s having the rest of our children. That’s all there is to it!”
“DOC!” yelled out Ranma. “GET HER DRUGS; NOW!”
Nabiki nodded, as she bent down to whisper in Washu’s ear. “I have to remember that one.”
Washu smiled, before she began to scream as another contraction hit her.
Naja just shook her head. “Glad it isn’t me.”
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Ranma took little Mikumo from Washu as the woman once again fell asleep in her chair.
“Ranma-kun,” said Nabiki, “that can’t be good. She’s barely out of the hospital for two weeks, and she’s always falling asleep.”
“I know,” said Ranma, “but her aura is going crazy, as if it’s shifting spectrums.”
“You mean she’s changing?”
He nodded. “Yeah, Naja’s going over her scans that we took in secret; but it doesn’t look good.”
Nabiki sighed, holding in her tears. “He can’t lose his mother, Ranma-kun. I’ve been there, and it isn’t pretty. I don’t want Mikumo to have to go through that.”
Nodding, Ranma handed Mikumo to her. “I’m going to try and use my own energy to straighten out hers.”
“And if it doesn’t straighten it out?” she asked with some fear.
Ranma lightly chuckled, nervousness clear in his voice. “I won’t fail her.”
Nabiki stepped back as Ranma brought his aura out, the golden blues of his confidence mixing with the light reds that signified his love. Slowly, he placed his hands over the sleeping woman’s heart, the two auras striking out at each other, showing Nabiki exactly how much Washu’s aura had changed since Mikumo’s birth.
Where Washu’s aura before had been small, refined, somewhat wild, considering the strange things the woman could do, it was now beyond that.
It was wild and chaotic, easily the size of Ranma’s, without the control. The colors seemed random, a kaleidoscope, shifting randomly across the spectrum.
What more, her original aura could still be seen, but the new aura was slowly consuming it, which she suspected was the reason was so tired all of the time; she was trying to stay the same, while the new aura was trying to forever change her.
But even she could tell Ranma was losing against the flood of the strange aura, his own being beaten back as it made every attempt to connect with and reinforce Washu’s. Sweat began to trickle down his face, as Nabiki witnessed her brow shift into intense concentration.
You can do it, Saotome!
It still felt weird to her, that she was in love with Washu now almost as much as she was with Ranma. It wasn’t because Washu was female. A woman had to be bisexual in order to love Ranma as someone truly deserved to be loved. It was because despite everything, when she had thought about being married, she was happy.
And that was not something she ever expected from a marriage. She expected it to be more like a business deal.
She had found her happiness, and if she lost even one part of it, she had no idea whether or not she could go on.
But the aura would not be breeched, and after a while, it decided it would not be touched either.
Before anyone knew what was going on, the chaotic aura flared, just as a symbol appeared on Washu’s head.
When the light died down; Ranma, Nabiki, Mikumo, and Washu were gone.
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“Wakie, wakie!”
Slowly, Ranma opened his eyes, spotting a girl with light red eyes and long blue hair; two green dots adorned her head. “Um ... hello?”
“Hello, Ranma, I am Tsunami, a Goddess of the Jurai.”
“Okay,” he said, not sitting up. “Not to seem rude, but is my family okay?”
“We’re fine, Ranma-kun.”
He angled his head, spotting Washu standing before him, holding their giggling son, as Nabiki seemed to rest in a bed.
“Washu, what happened?” he asked, still feeling weak from his attempt to stabilize her aura.
Washu sighed. “Ranma-kun, I am a Goddess.”
“Okay, and?” he asked.
She giggled a bit, before she was cut off by another voice. “You’re right, sister; he can be a bit dense at times?”
He turned his head again, spotting another woman. “And you are?”
The woman had brown hair, with lighter bangs that seemed to sprout outwards from her scalp and defy gravity, her eyes darker, but still filled with a mirth that made Ranma nervous ... very nervous. “I am Tokimi, the youngest of my sisters.”
“Ranma-kun,” said Washu, “let us get Nabiki up first, and then we’ll explain everything.”
He nodded, before returning his head to the ground.
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“So let me get this straight,” said Nabiki. “You three are ancient goddesses, on a search for proof that there is someone or something out there greater than yourselves.”
“That is correct,” said Tsunami.
“With this search, you three had set out on three different paths to prove such. Washu became mortal to learn as a mortal, Tsunami began the people of Jurai, and Tokimi creates anomalies.”
“All true,” said Washu, nursing Mikumo.
“And because of Mikumo’s birth, Washu’s seal on her Goddess side and knowledge eroded, until she was fully restored when Ranma-kun tried to save her.”
“Got it in one,” smiled Tokimi.
“Only to me,” mumbled Ranma. “Only I could marry an actual Goddess, and cause all this chaos.”
“I agree, you have talent for it,” said Tokimi, before she stared at him.
“What; I have something on my face?” asked Ranma.
“Nothing, just something I need to discuss with my sisters,” said Tokimi, as she motioned for them to follow.
“So,” said Nabiki, holding Mikumo for Washu, “what do you think; aside from how weird your luck is?”
“I think this is very bad,” said Ranma. “They won’t let her return like this, if finding this greater being is necessary.”
“Excuse me?”
“Think about it; there is something more to this search than just boredom,” Ranma commented. “Finding him is a very high priority for them.
“Maybe even higher than having a family.”
“Sadly, that is correct,” said Tsunami, as she stood before them.
“Can you tell us?” asked Nabiki.
Tokimi shook her head. “I’m afraid not. When the world is reset to allow the experiment to continue, the less you know about this situation, the better.”
“For who?” growled Ranma.
“For everyone, Ranma-kun,” said Washu. “If you know, then any factions the may or already have developed against us may seek to remove you as an obstacle, and we are talking about factions above you as you are above the common house fly.”
“Does Washu get to return with us?” asked Nabiki.
“Sadly, no,” said Tsunami. “If she is reunited with any of you, including her son, before she removes the seals on her own, then this will all occur again.”
“So she has to give up her us; she has to give up her first born for this!” yelled out Ranma.
“Sadly, Ranma-kun,” said Washu, tears forming in her eyes, “there are things more important than any of us.”
“So what now?’ asked Nabiki, trying not to break down. To her, it was essentially killing Washu. They had no idea how long she would need to be sealed, but she doubted even Ranma would be alive by that time, no matter how good the technology was.
“We shall reset time, to allow for Washu’s seal to survive,” stated Tsunami in a sad tone. “Her memories will be altered to ensure she stays away from you.”
“You’ll hate me, won’t you?” asked Ranma.
Washu nodded, unable to look him in the eyes.
“I ... see.”
“There is a way around this,” said Tokimi, smiling. “We cannot stop the experiment, but we can ensure that you are all around for when it no longer needs the current precautions.”
“We would like to offer you a favor from each of us,” said Tsunami, “that will ensure with a great chance for success that not only will you still be around, but that you will be able to do the best you can in the universe.”
“And what do these favors cost?” asked Nabiki, slapping her free hand over Ranma’s mouth quickly, before he could accept without knowing the price. She didn’t want to lose more than she was already being forced to give up “for the greater good”.
The goddesses all smiled. “You’ll love it,” said Washu.
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The two mortals sat blushing within the construct generated by the three Goddesses.
“I can’t believe I did that,” said Ranma, still not used to such events as his and Nabiki’s “payment” to the Goddesses for the gifts.
“I’m surprised I didn’t hurt myself,” said Nabiki, tired, blushing, and amazed that their activities didn’t send her to premature labor at six months.
“At least it was an enjoyable price,” said Ranma, chuckling a bit, looking over at the crib holding his and Washu’s son, still magically asleep.
Before he could lose himself once again to the depression about why they were there once again and what it meant, the three Goddesses emerged from the one doorway to the room.
Tokimi was wearing a loose robe, a surprise from how she had appeared before, a permanent smirk etched on her face.
Tsunami was immaculately dressed once again, a small blush on her face at the thought of the activities she had just participated in.
Washu came out dressed as she was before, a sad smile on her face.
Tokimi stood between the two Goddesses, addressing the mortals. “For your acts of ... pleasure,” she said, watching as the blushes deepened on Ranma and Nabiki, as well as Tsunami, she continued, “we bestow our gifts upon you.”
“From me,” started Tsunami meekly, before reasserting herself, “I give you each some of my most powerful seeds. These trees are like those used by Jurai. When they grow, they will not only provide you a ship stronger than many first generation ships, but also provide ships for your children; including little Mikumo and the yet to be born Miyuki.”
“From me,” said Washu, her voice unsteady, “I grant upgrades to those ships, allowing your lifespans to be measured in eons and more, making them different enough from my sister’s ships so that Jurai will never believe you stole them. Their power will be immense, and I know with your training, that power will only grow.”
Tokimi smiled at them, her robe barely covering her modesty. “And I give you a gift of luck. My gift is not physical, but affects the world around you. You will find yourselves always in the right spot at the right times, when it matters most. It will allow you to find the places where you can do the most good.
“But I must warn you; not always will this gift be what you want. There are some events even we cannot interfere with. As such, there will be times where you will arrive late, or not at all. That is the price one pays to be heroes.”
“Do you accept our gifts as they have been offered?” asked Tsunami.
Nabiki and Ranma looked at each other for but a second, before they turned back to face the Goddesses. “We agree.”
“We also promise,” said Nabiki, “that we shall wait for the day when Washu releases her Goddess side once again, before not only making contact, but showing her all that she has missed. We promise that Mikumo will never be upset with his Mother, and will be waiting for his Mother on that day. He won’t forget you Washu,” she finished, tears beginning to fall.
“Neither will we,” said Ranma, picking up Mikumo from the crib and taking him over to Washu.
Washu took her son, watching as he opened his eyes once again, and began to coo at her.
The Goddess began to cry, holding her son, before she freed one hand, producing a pendant from her pocket.
“Give him this when he asks about me,” said Washu, giving it to Ranma. “It has our three symbols on it, with mine on the bottom. It points to his heart, to remind him where he is in mine.”
“I promise, on my honor,” said Ranma, kissing her quickly on the mouth. “And I hope I’m still around to tell you about him when you wake back up.”
“We must begin,” interrupted Tokimi, back in her Goddess clothing.
The two nodded, as Ranma took Mikumo from Washu. “We love you, Washu-chan,” said Ranma, as Nabiki came up beside him, “all of us do.”
“I love you too; Ranma-kun, Nabiki-chan, Mikumo-kun.”
As she cried, the three Goddesses assumed their true heights, as a ribbon of matter formed around the group.
“This is the Choushin,” said Tsunami. “It will reset reality, to the point where Washu will not have awoken. You three will be the only ones to remember the true events as they happened in this timeline. A new timeline will be established, where Washu and Naja attended the Royal Science Academy on Jurai. You left with your son due to political problems.”
“As the only ones with the true memories,” stated Tokimi, “you will be charged with ensuring Washu and her son do not meet, lest her seal be broken once more. Do you understand?”
The two nodded.
“Then let it be so,” said Tokimi, as the Choushin sped up, beginning its work on reality.
Washu still cried, upset that her duty was taking the most important people in her mortal life away from her.
But before her powers were sealed once again, she was granted one more happy moment. She watched as Mikumo looked up at her, a smile on his young face, as he waved to her.
“My son,” she stated. “Goodbye.”
And in a flash, reality was reset.
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Washu sighed, feeling depression hitting her once again. “My baby...” she muttered.
Naja sighed, shutting the door. She didn’t know why they were here instead of the Galaxy Science Academy, but Washu just couldn’t stand being around her old friends anymore.
She didn’t know what had happened between Washu and her husband. The woman had yet to see fit to tell her best friend, and Naja was not the type to push for such emotional information.
Sighing once again, she left to contact Washu’s teachers. The Royal Science Academy would let some things slip if they had proper warning.
“May Tsunami help the idiot who says this is inexcusable,” muttered Naja as she started making contact with Washu’s teachers this semester.
The woman had lost her husband and newborn son in one day due to some unknown reason. Out of respect, Naja was putting a hold on all of her research in Kuramitsu’s curse. Her friend needed her, and no force in the universe would stop Naja from being there for her.
“I just wish Ranma and Nabiki could be here for her as well.”
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Ranma sat in her girl form, rocking her newborn son to sleep, her own tears long since dried out.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Nabiki holding out a bottle of milk and a cup of juice for Ranma. “Here, he’s probably hungry.”
Ranma nodded, taking the bottle, and feeding her son. “His mother should be here.”
“I know, Ranma.”
“It’s just not fair, Nabiki,” stuttered Ranma. “He shouldn’t lose his mother because of this.”
“I know, Ranma” she said, sitting down next to her, being careful not to hurt her own unborn child. “I know.”
Ranma looked out the window towards the sunset. I hope you find what you and your sisters are looking for, Washu. I’ll do my best to ensure we’re all here to greet you when you awaken once again.
Within the night, only cries of sadness were heard in the house, all three residents mourning the loss of the one who brought them all together.
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Tokimi sighed as she watched them suffer. She wished that it could be avoided, but their mission was very important, as Ranma had surmised.
“But he will not be alone, even as he discovers the reason for his journey,” he said, her hand at her waist, rubbing it. “And one day, you will help your father find his destiny.”

[Nukem]

fantastic read

[DCG]

So in this chapter ranma fuks his way out of all his problems..

[Innortal]

As some may know from the earleir chapters, I plan for Ranma and Nabiki to make contact with Serenity before the fall.
However, that leaves me 10,000 years to fill up, not including Ranma's apparent child with Tokimi.
Any suggestions or ideas I could use in this gap?

[Tonyloco]

As some may know from the earleir chapters, I plan for Ranma and Nabiki to make contact with Serenity before the fall.
However, that leaves me 10,000 years to fill up, not including Ranma's apparent child with Tokimi.
Any suggestions or ideas I could use in this gap?

You need to explain several things, of how did Tokimi changed so much later in the story, how was she trapped, and why Ranma had soo little to no contact with his family later in the story.
You also never mentioned of why are the goodesse in their quest.
So how about this, there's a race of godly beings that invade other domensions, they are intending to invade this reality, and while they aren't as powerful as the trinity of goddess they are a lot more, so in a straight out fight they would overhelm them.
So they go to the moon kingdom because the gate ot the entrance to other dimesion thet they already conquered is there and they need to nvestigate about this.
some of the weaker being of this race have already been able to pass, metallia, kain, perhaps even someone like paranoa90.
of course they aren't as strong as the godees so they go into hiding, but the godess know that they are already in troubles keeping them out, so Tokimi traps herself in a subdimension bettwen their dimension and the enemies conquered dimension, and acts as a gatekeeper, trying to stop them there, this of course forces her to become trapped in it, for a certain amount of time.
Ranma and nabiki go to the moon kingdom trying to create a weapon to fight those beings, and with the help of the moon queen they create one a crystal that can be used as a focus for their powers.
they create 2 one for the queen and other for themselves, so they can go to this other diemsion to try and help to liberate it, or at least slow down these beings enough to allow the goddess to find whathever they are looking for.
I hope this helps.
Tony

[Innortal]

As for the Goddesses' quest, it was never defined in Tenchi canon as far as I know. So, I needed to make it seem much more important besides just "wondering if it could be done".
I do like the weaker entities idea, and may use that.
As for Tokimi,
As for Ranma and Nabiki founding the kingdoms of Sol, no can do. I've already established them as a precursor to their arrival, as the system is already both inhabited and a "growing empire".
As such, aside from running and establishing themselves in Seniwa, Jurai suspicion about their ships, I needed something else, that perhaps could add some life to those 10,000 years between the end of Ch 3 and contact with the Moon Kingdom.
Other children?
Other adventures?
Other series to crossover?

[Siberian-Troll]

Good will visit to Ctarl-ctarl Empire
Nekofobia Bust vs. Full Moon's Nekojins (OS ep. 05)

[Innortal]

The show follows the exploits of Gene Starwind, an outlaw in space, a century and a half after humans developed faster-than-light spacecraft. In the context of the series, an outlaw is simply an independent person with no major governmental loyalties, as opposed to a criminal. Outlaw Star takes the characters from the original manga but has a completely different story.

Can't. It takes place in the future, not the past.
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[DCG]

The goddess quest is covered. There goal is to create another being on the same level they are or above them. That’s what Tenchi turns out to be.
Tokimi’s “prison” is having her powers bound by Washu and Sunami. She’s stuck out side the reality and can’t move freely in it like her sisters. But she’s not helpless.

[crystlshake]

Can't. It takes place in the future, not the past.

Easy work around. Different group of humanity in a differnt space sector. Since I dont think Earth is mentioned as the planet Gene starts from is Sentinel 3. Afterall the Jurians appear human as well and come from a pirate background. Not to mention there is the hot water resort planet as a fun adventure with Ranma's curse.
Could use the extradimentional overworlders from Slayers. To expand with the space pirate motife could throw in some Metroid references. Really just about any show with space travel could be thrown in with little or no tweaking. It would also help flesh out the galactic politics with other factions and outside forces to interact with the Jurai empire. These also give options for alliances that could form with the 'bad guys'.

Giggling a bit, Nabiki looked at the available courses. “Well, if it’s anything like the colleges at home, then a math, a science, and with what you have to take, I say a few cake courses.”

the list of courses sounds odd to me, perhaps cut out 'and with what you have to take' or rephrase

Soon, they took there seats.

their

“We’ve discussed this every day, every few hours, for the last week since we moved here to our apartment,” said Nabiki.

'every day, every few hours, over the course of the week since we moved in to our appartment...'

The next time you ask a damned question and ignore the answer, ask the same damn question again, or just generally piss me off, I’m going to acting like Akane

'you ask me a damned'
'going to start acting like Akane'

It took him ten times not to nod when she had his ear.

'ten times to learn not to nod when she had ahold of his ear'

“You really do require a full time trainer for social skills.”

perhaps- '...require a full time social skills trainer.'

Ranma learned his also by dealing with his own little gender disorder.”

perhaps- 'Ranma also learned by dealing'

“So, that’s why I stinked after using it.”

stunk or stank

Besides, she had always wanted to try and gain an understanding with magic.

understanding of magic.

While it wasn’t as ancient as the Royal Science Academy on Jurai, she preferred its charms ... and the fact that it wasn’t run by many people who thought they were the center of the multiverse.

perhaps- 'wasn't as prostigeous as'

So, she did what she thought was best, given her fears of too many people.

fears of large groups or social anxiety

Of course, it was also because of that he was now late; due to the fact he spent more time helping her and less time finishing the report he had just turned in, nearly late.

'Of course, that was also why he was now late'

As she was helped up to a standing position, they scene was interrupted by some screams, the most noticeable to the two having been Naja.

'the scene'
Perhaps call to arms instead of screams. some kind of rallying action.

He had been against setting up Naja’s friend like this, having been the butt of such attempt to cure a strong fear by his Father and by Kasumi once.

attempts
by both his father and Kasumi.

“You just need a good memory to call up whenever you start feeling the fear get to strong; sort of like a mallet to bash the fear with.

missing an ending "

With my Pops dragging me around everywhere, doing one stupid thing after another “all in the name of training”, you learned to find comfort where you can.”

another 'all in the name of training', you

In anger, he became a man and chased off every guy who talked to her, so she placed him in heaven, since it would such him the hell up and allow her to chase her beloved, whoever he may be.”

shut him the hell up

[UberJugla]

You also need to cover Ranma's taking over of his company. Taht couls take a good long while by itself. Theres enough backstabbing in a standard comp. but a multi-planetary concern? There'll be cloke and dagger goodness all over. Plus you'll have to have Ranma reinforcing the business relationships... after all he's basically just "Appeared" so plenty of other companies will be a bit shy of his new leadership or try a hostile take over. THEN theres him getting used to the "territory" he'll control, the number of planetary bodies should take a relatively large number of years especially if Ranma tries to sample the physical arts on each one.
Then the joy of father and motherhood. The kidnap and ransom attempts of the mentioned rug rats and so on.
Learning about the ships they've now got... that could be fun.

[crystlshake]

Sighing, she sat down her cup.

set down

I haven’t been with anyone.

anyone else.

Nabiki sat her drink down, stirring it with a straw.

set

The guy had been nice, but even with her despair over Ranma’s relationship, she was clear-headed enough to know that she and Tai only had their sexual encounters, and that was not something to build a lifetime commitment on.

is it supposed to be encounter or encounters ?

Tai froze, slowly turning to the door to his apartment, spotting a very angry Nabiki.

perhaps- turning to his apartment door

she asked, having a good amount of friends in high places on campus.

good number of friends

Almost as if a switch had been hit, her laughter stopped, as she sent a glare that could kill at him.

as she leveled a deadly glare on him. ?

Add to that that though Ranma is heir to Seniwa, he still hasn’t managed to achieve the clot necessary at this point to solidify ties to his grandfather’s old connections.

achieve the clout necessary

Adoption is a political process, but marriage is one of the most sacred processes in the known universe.

sacred process across most of the known universe. ?

“And what she saw was Ranma’s passive aura, showing his dominant emotion at the moment, and that emotion was... “He... He...”

no " before And

Washu nodded, as she had seen the color himself.

color herself.

Of course, the pain-filled look on Ranma’s face as she tried to squeeze his hand into a diamond properly showed the pain she was feeling.

properly conveyed ?

safe from Washu’s wrath as she had not been the one to place this particular bun in Washu’s over.

Washu's oven.

“You wanted to try this natural?”

Did you mean for him to be asking her here?

She’s barely out of the hospital for two weeks, and she’s always falling asleep.”

did you mean 'she's been out...' as two weeks doesnt seem like barely when paired with the sleep issue.

which she suspected was the reason was so tired all of the time

which was the likely cause of Washu's lethargy (?), if you leave she suspected in you have to signify that the tireness belongs to washu since Nabiki is the one making the observations.

Sweat began to trickle down his face, as Nabiki witnessed her brow shift into intense concentration.

Who's brow shifted? since i would think that ranma is the one concentrating from the first part of the sentance.

Before anyone knew what was going on, the chaotic aura flared, just as a symbol appeared on Washu’s head.

what was happening

He angled his head, spotting Washu standing before him, holding their giggling son, as Nabiki seemed to rest in a bed.

son, while Nabiki seemed to be resting on a bed.

“If you know, then any factions the may or already have developed against us may seek to remove you as an obstacle, and we are talking about factions above you as you are above the common house fly.”

any factions that have or may develp against...

“So she has to give up her us; she has to give up her first born for this!”

give up us:
for this!?

“We would like to offer you a favor from each of us,” said Tsunami, “that will ensure with a great chance for success that not only will you still be around, but that you will be able to do the best you can in the universe.”

offer you a boon ?
chance of success

“I can’t believe I did that,” said Ranma, still not used to such events as his and Nabiki’s “payment” to the Goddesses for the gifts.

for their gifts.

“I’m surprised I didn’t hurt myself,” said Nabiki, tired, blushing, and amazed that their activities didn’t send her to premature labor at six months.

hadn't sent her into premature labor

Before he could lose himself once again to the depression about why they were there once again and what it meant, the three Goddesses emerged from the one doorway to the room.

why they were there and what it meant -once again the second time is redundant

Tokimi was wearing a loose robe, a surprise from how she had appeared before, a permanent smirk etched on her face.

a surprising contrast to how she was dressed before,

“For your acts of ... pleasure,” she said, watching as the blushes deepened on Ranma and Nabiki, as well as Tsunami, she continued,

blushes deepen on (since watching is current tense)

You will find yourselves always in the right spot at the right times, when it matters most.

right place at the right times -or could go with location

But I must warn you; not always will this gift be what you want.

what you desire ?

That is the price one pays to be heroes.

one pays to be a hero.

Out of respect, Naja was putting a hold on all of her research in Kuramitsu’s curse.

research into or on
“But he will not be alone, even as he discovers the reason for his journey,” he said, her hand at her waist, rubbing it.
she said
Good stuff Innortal. Cant wait to see which interstellar inteligences they may run into. Heck wouldnt be suprised by a spelljammer or the Jupiter 2 (from lost in space) making an appearence at some point. After all, space fareing illithids and beholders would be as nasty as Alien face-huggers. Or even unique ship weapons like the laser arrays from Black Heaven that work off of music. And it will probably only get better once they hit the dirt and explore the planet side of things. 'Mom, the Ewok is so cute. Can I keep it?'

[Innortal]

Thanks everyone. If anyone has any other suggestions for what they might be doing this 10,000 years before they contact the Moon Kingdom, let me know.

[Rei-chan]

Thats an awfully big gap of time to fill. I can imagine perhaps some sections on Ranma learning different forms of the art and its usual complications, never mind one immediate situation left from the end of your chapter here. Nabiki in labor.. I mean that would make a story on its own I would think. Perhaps some more attempts at Ranma to finally be cured of his curse by either scientific or mystical means. Perhaps even more of the interactions between him and the Jurians to help manipulate the events so Washu can't find him.

[Krogoth]

KAIN..... I don't recall a time frame from tha OAV's for when he was initially captured. But I do remember him being able to detect jurian energy. With the "gifts" the goddesses bestowed on Ranma and family, that could make them targets and force a confrontation. And since he owns half the galaxy, he deffinitely has resources.