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Ranma age:16

Disclaimer:Do I own Ranma!? I think not... therefore I am. Therefore I'm confused by my own statement.

Homes are often viewed as secure places where you can receive love and affection from your parents, a place where a family can pull strength from one another so they could continue on with their everyday lives. That, unfortunately, wasn't the case for this certain household, because the mother worked in a restaurant with an elderly amazon and her annoying great granddaughter. The father was a bald man that worked odd jobs and as for their child. He was a proficient martial artist with advanced skills in the arts of Anything Goes he learned from his father, whenever he could.

The home was rather similar to every other home in the area, which was the average little hut where a small family could live. It was very traditional in a sense like it had come from the feudal era of Japan. The only difference was that they were in China.

Nodoka, Genma, and Ranma were certainly a strange family, but they still made due with whatever they had. The morning sun rose up and out came Ranma, stretching and yawning as loud as he could, "Huh... just another one of those days," he commented, dressed in a white gi. This was one of those days where he'd receive some training from his father since Genma hasn't found an odd job lately and his mother hadn't even woken up yet.

Ranma figured he'd get an early start on this day, completely awake for any of this day's training. He figured he had a good hour before Genma would wake up and he'd start barking orders. Though thinking about that wasn't really all that important now, he just hoped that he'd be able to have some sort of breakfast, he knew his mother was trying her best but they needed to be able to pay for their house's payments. The majority of their earnings came from Nodoka; possibly because she was the only one who could hold down a job and not go from one place to another. There was always another option, he could go into the nearby amazon village and talk to that Shampoo girl.

"Ranma?" Nodoka asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she opened the sliding doors. The almost purple haired woman blinked and stared at her son before smiling and adjusting her purple kimono for a day of hard work, which simply involved her rolling up her sleeves at this point.

"Yeah, mom?" Ranma asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Morning," she said, walking over and placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Morning to you too," Ranma replied, returning the smile.

"I'd love to spend some more time with you, Ranma," she paused, not looking all too pleased with this,"but you know, I have to get to work, my manager needs me."

"Meh, same old," Ranma replied, keeping his smile up. His mother was really one of the kindest people he had ever known, which wasn't much since he really couldn't get to know many people, the whole different language issue always got in the way. It wasn't as if he didn't know any Chinese, but it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, especially with the fact that they lived near an amazon village.

"Try and have a good time with your father, Ranma," she said, moving past him and making her way to the house front porch, heading to work.

"Whatever," Ranma replied, waving to his mother as she walked off into the clear grass path to her workplace.

An hour passed before Genma awoke and scratched his back in a fashion that would make a gorilla jealous. He wore his usual attire of a simple white gi, glasses and a bandanna to cover his bald head. They had already gotten to the point where it didn't bother them to have him constantly wear it, they respected him enough to allow this and accept it from him. Once he had exited the house and went to the front porch, he squinted his eyes and saw that Ranma was standing with one foot on a rock and other foot raised. His arms posed in an elegant position, all for the purpose of balance.

"Balance is key Ranma..." Genma nodded, feeling that his expert advice should excuse him from training Ranma; at least this early in the morning.

Ranma opened his eyes and glared at Genma, "Do you know how long I've be-" Ranma shouted, before waving his arms around and trying to regain his balance, only to fall and hit the back of his head.

Genma snickered before he boasted with a hearty laugh. Though before he knew it a rock came flying over to the father of the black haired martial artist and caused him to fall back himself, "Ugh..." he groaned.

Ranma watched as his father rose to his feet and stared at him, his father better teach him some new techniques. Ranma aimed to be stronger than most of the woman in this backward land, ever since he's been a child, the girl's were known as the strongest of warriors, but the strongest was the boss of Ranma's mother. Cologne was a wise and powerful amazon warrior, who's skilled exceeded all expectations. The one that also kept them from being entirely poor. Genma's inability to hold down a job strained their lifestyles, and with the amazonian women claiming that their art is better and that they'd cause extreme harm to those who challenged their ways.

"Ranma... perhaps it's time I've started taking your training more seriously," Genma said, crossing his arms.

Ranma smirked, taking his fighting stance. "Bring it."

"Believe me, I won't be bringing anything," Genma replied.

The next thing Ranma knew he was on the path to collect water for Genma's morning meal. The Saotome child grunted at the common task he had been given, "Stupid old geezer," Ranma pouted, his arms supporting a wooden stick long enough to carry two buckets; in order to fill them with water. Now that he thought about this, perhaps this was training. He noticed that this walk was a lot longer than the usual one he'd take, in fact, he passed the usual river where Ranma and his family received their drinking water from. The trail was rather dull, but it'd certainly help him build stamina.

Within a few minutes as Ranma was walking, a small black piglet trotted along the dirt path, it was without direction, of course. The small piglet managed to survive from the looks of it, even when several people tried to eat him in this unforgiving, omnivore dominated world. All those people were gone now, he was safe, there couldn't possibly be any more humans in the area, it just wasn't possible the piglet hoped.

"Huh..." Ranma paused, blinking his eyes as he spotted a small black piglet in his path.

The small black pig squealed and ran into a nearby bush, hoping that it would provide some protection or at the very least allow him some more time to enjoy the simple pleasure of not being cooked into someone's meal. Though it seemed that the person who was most certainly going to eat him was, avoiding him. In fact, no sort of attempt was made to him. The small pig poked his head out to look around and saw that Ranma stuck out his tongue.

"I hate pork," Ranma commented, "bleh."

During the entire time since Ranma had met that small pig, he found himself noticing the rustle of the leaves. At first, he figured that the small pig would lose curiosity and eventually leave him alone, but that proved to be the exact opposite of what was happening. The little swine would poke his head out of the bushes, closely following Ranma from behind, one might even say it was downright adorable how he seemed to appear like a wacko-o-mole every few seconds.

The Saotome child turned his head and looked towards the bush that the little black piglet had been hiding behind. "Hey... stop following me or I'm gonna roast you and feed you to my old man," Rama said, then saw the small piglet jump out of the bush and walk over to Ranma, completely unaware of what Ranma had said since he didn't speak human.

"Bwee..." the pig oinked.

Ranma sighed and lowered his head, this was just an annoying animal that was bothering him, it was best if he just ignored it long enough for it to get the message. Sadly he had no such luck while walking, he noticed that the small piglet clung to him more than before, it seemed to dance around happily while Ranna lowered his head and hoped that no one had been watching him and his forced pet. He hadn't been expecting this little animal to be so interested in someone as common as him.

"I'd never be allowed to keep a pet..." he said, turning to P-chan and expecting some sort of response.

Since Ranma hadn't seemed so bothered by his presence he seemed to walk alongside him now, content with following the pigtailed martial artist. The two continued along the path, doing as best as they could to walk along the small mountain path to the glacier Ranma would need to travel to in order to get them their water. Melted snow water was how some people got their drinking water and Ranma wasn't above drinking it, he found it pleasant actually.

Now the thing was just to avoid falling off the side of the cliff and into the cursed springs he had heard about. He hadn't known much about the area and was a bit curious to figure out what it was about. Considering the many odd things that happened in the village;usually associated with the elders of the nearby Amazon tribe. This was certainly up there, why were bamboo stick poking out of the cursed springs? Had someone used them for training?

"Huh... I wonder what would happen if you fall in those things..." he stated, turning to the small piglet next to him. "Betcha those old hags use them to make their old bones move, right?" he chuckled. Earning a confused looking from the small piglet.

"Bwee..."

"I didn't expect ya' to get it..." he said, looking down at the springs just below the cliffs. The pigtailed boy moved a little closer, as to see how far the area extended. From what he could tell the area was about as big as a shopping area. So many special springs, there couldn't possibly be that many village elders nearby. "Huh... guess I can rule that thought ouuuu-" Ranma shouted, the side of the cliff giving into his weight.

The small piglet gasped and made a dash for Ranma, he was unable to do so well and only bite down on Ranma's pigtail. The force of the fall pulled the small piglet downwards, taking him down with Ranma, but the wipe leash from Ranma's pigtail projected the pig into the air and sending it into a different spring.

"Damn it!" Ranma screamed, falling into the springs.

"Bwee!" the piglet cried P-chan cried with a 'plunk' sound following shortly after.

Ranma found himself trying to angle himself in the air, but found it useless as he was sent into a cursed spring. The pigtailed martial artist closed his mouth and took a deep breath before hitting the water, once he emerged from the pool. The martial artist coughed up some spring water and crawled onto the bamboo stick. "Argh... why do my clothes feel different?" Ranma asked, noticing a very big difference as he spoke. A shrill-voiced difference.

Her eyes widened as she realized that there was some added weight to her chest when she looked down, she noticed she had a pair of woman's breasts. "What the hell!" she exclaimed. She gasped in horror at the very sight of her transformed body, it was like some sick nightmare to her. "Please tell me this is just some nightmare!" Ranma begged herself, closing her eyes and expecting to awaken in her futon and safely in her room.

"Ah!" she screamed at the top of her lungs for seeing her own body still in that of a female. The traumatic event had been so bad that Ranma found herself feeling faint, her breathing becoming hoarse as she felt her vision begin to blur.

A few moments later

The time in which Ranma had been unconscious, she found herself drifting in a world of darkness. The world seemed to have no ground, it was almost like water. Though Ranma seemed to be sleeping in this world, her breathing was calm and tempered, as if she had been sleeping calmly. Slowly Ranma opened her eyes and found the world she was in was entirely dark, the only thing she could make out was her body; which was female. "N-no-no-no!" Ranma cried, wrapping her arms around her nude body. "W-why isn't my lips moving?" she attempted to move her mouth to speak but only found her voice to echo with her thoughts.

Panic rose in her chest as he heard a calm, almost wicked snickering. Ranma gasped when she saw that her male side was floating across from her, a smirk on his face.

"Hey girly..." male Ranma said.

"Ah!" Ranma screamed once more and shook around. Her arms twisting from side to side. There seemed to be something on top of her, something big and heavy.

"B-bwee...?" a black haired naked boy said, his fangs poking out from the side of his mouth.

Ranma gasped and stared at the man who was above her, though, that caused her to blush since she saw the thing between his legs dangling close to her hips area. "G-get off me!"

"Dis is no good indeed..." The Jusenkyo guide said, standing near the ancient Amazon elder, who appeared wet.

"Indeed..." Cologne stated.

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