Cyber Dreams A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines Transformers Fusion written by Shaun Garin <><><> The tides have turned Optimus Primal, Yes. <><><> Time Log 2 : Chinese Adventures 01 “Here we are,” Mousse said, indicating the springs before him. “This is Jusenyko. The Cursed Springs.” “Really?” Ranma said, interested. “This looks like a cool place to train.” Mousse looked at him, wide eyed. “Are you NUTS?!” he nearly shouted. “There’s a REASON why they’re cursed springs.” Ranma shrugged. “C’mon, you don’t believe all these stories about curses, right?” “Ranma, I grew up in the village down the mountianside,” Mousse said. “I’ve SEEN these curses in action. It’s not good for one’s psyche.” Ranma sighed. “Fine. We’ll just send some water to Mom. I’m sure she can figure out a scientific explination for this.” Ranma stooped down and dipped a long ladle into one of the springs, and then poured it into the flask he held at the side, careful not to spill any of it on himself. “So what’s this one?” Mousse peered at the sign. “Nyniichuan, the spring of drowned girl. Whoever falls into this spring becomes a girl.” “Whoa.” “Aiya! What sirs do here so close to Springs?” A short pudgy man shouted, running into the area. “Springs very very dangerous. No come here for fear of falling into springs!” “We’re just taking samples,” Ranma said, filling the flask full of water. “Aiya, you get away from springs, yes? Is very tragic if you fall in.” A shout caught the trio’s attention as Mousse turned. “Huh?” “Mousse!” Shampoo, a purple haired girl in chinese clothing walked up to him. “You is back!” Mousse replied in their own dialect. Mousse nodded. Shampoo said. Mousse turned to Ranma who stood up, corking the flask of water. “This is Ranma, the Sucessor to the Transmorph School. He was my best friend when I was training with Master Caine in a small Himalayan village.” “Hi,” Ranma said, bowing. “Nice to meet you.” Ranma stepped forwards but suddenly, his foot hit a slick patch of grass. He flipped over as the shining orb of the Decepticon Matrix he carried within his pack went flying into the spring behind him. Mousse winced. “The Matrix!” he said, running to the side. Down in the pond, one could see the glowing orb resting in the center of the pool, daring someone to jump in. “Aw man,” Mousse groaned. “Now we’ll never get it back!” “You no go away, yes? I get net.” The Jusenkyo guide ran back to his hut as Ranma groaned and sat up. “What happened?” he asked the pair. “You slip on grass. Is good you no fall into spring, yes?” Shampoo said. Ranma nodded absently as he looked at the bottom of the spring. “Aw man! How did the Matrix get down there?” “It flew out of your pack,” Mousse said, poking the waters surface with a stick. “Why didn’t you keep it within yourself?” “Because I don’t feel ready to wear the Matrix,” Ranma replied, taking off his shoes. “You jump in spring?!” Shampoo said, aghast. “You no do that! Is too too bad!” “You honestly don’t believe in curses, right?” Ranma prepared to jump but was then yanked away from the water’s edge by Mousse. “Seriously, don’t.” Ranma sighed. “Where’s that guide anyway?” “He go get net, fish glowing orb out of water,” Shampoo said. “You not from around here?” “I’m from some place in the Himalayan. Though I originally lived in Japan.” Ranma shrugged. “I’m on a journey really.” “Shampoo see.” Shampoo frowned. “Shampoo want know, what so important about funny rock?” “That funny rock as you call it, is a powerful artifact from the Decpticon/Autobot war,” Mousse explained to her. “It’s called the Matrix.” “Shampoo!” Shampoo turned to see Cologne pogoing up to the pair. “Great Grandmother, what you do here?” Shampoo asked the elderly matriarch. “Musk men are coming to Jusenkyo. They have a monkey with them. You must leave, now.” Cologne then looked at Mousse and Ranma who was staring into the pond, the Matrix still beckoning the pigtailed Transmorph into the waters. “Mousse, you’ve come back.” “Elder,” Mousse said, bowing. “It is good to see you again.” “And who is your friend?” Cologne inquired. “This is Ranma, the heir to the Transmorph Leadership Line. He’s my best friend since I started training with Master Caine.” Cologne nodded. “In any case, we should be going. Those Musk are coming here to make a bride for themselves.” “Titties,” a voice rumbled behind them as Shampoo yelped and bashed the owner of the voice in. “NO TOUCHY!” she shouted as Lime and Mint backed away. Herb walked out into the clearing. “Elder Cologne.” “Prince Herb.” “What’s taking him so long!” Ranma exclaimed, startling the pair out of their locked stare. “Aw that’s it, I’m jumping in after it!” He shucked his shirt, showing the markings of the Maximals on his shoulders. “Lime! Mint! The Ladle!” Herb barked. “You will not take my friend as a bride Herb,” Mousse said, blocking the lackeys passage. “He is only trying to get something he lost at the bottom of the pond.” “Well....” “Don’t. Or I’ll make you all regret it.” Mousse looked relaxed but he took on a stance that made Herb nod. “As you wish.” Ranma jumped into the waters and soon reemerged with the matrix in his hands. “Got it!” He shouted, holding it up. Ranma waded out of the pond, drying himself off with a quick shake of his body... which... didn’t seem right. She then frowned, checked and said, “Oh. You WERE telling the truth after all.” “Toldja so,” Mousse said, snickering. “I told you you were going to get cursed. Now it’ll take a while before the curse can become stable enough so that you’ll be able to cure it.” “Aw, don’t bother,” Ranma said dismissively. “Hey, I like this look.” Just then, the Jusenkyo Guide came running up. “So sorry Mr. Customers!” He panted. “No can find net!” Ranma waved it off. “Aw, why bother? I got what I needed.” Sticking the Matrix into his pouch, his stomach rumbled. “Um.... is there some place where I can get some things to eat?” Cologne nodded. “This way.” The whole troope, plus the Musk men who were leering at Shampoo, headed off to the Joketzuko Village. <><><> “Exactly how much do you eat?” Herb inquired at the multitude of plates. “Got a... what was it.... Tapeworm?” Ranma shook his head. “Worse. Beast and Hybrid forms. I haven’t discovered my Robot form yet but here’s hoping. And not everything is run by energon.” The Musk were drawing strange glances from the women in the village, considering the recent pact. The Musk had not yet taken the chance to visit their longstanding enemies/rivals/brides to be, but having Herb, the Dragon Prince in their midst was still a bit nerve wracking. Meanwhile, most of the women were watching the technowarrior pack away the food. Mousse shrugged. “All of his people eat like this. It keeps their power systems up and running.” Cologne nodded. “Indeed. What do you plan to do now Ranma?” Ranma swallowed. “Well, first I wanna hunt down pop, beat the living daylights out of him, maul him a bit and toss him into Jusenkyo. Then, I’ll go find my mom, and then try to live normally in Japan for a while. Why?” “You obviously have some skills, would you wish to train here in the Amazon Village?” Mousse, Shampoo, and even the Musk blinked. “Hibachan, you is serious?” Cologne shrugged. “Why not?” She grinned. “I have heard much about the Monestary from Mousse’s letters to his mother, and I would think that learning about the Beast Warriors of the Transmorphs would be a learning experience.” Ranma paused. “Sure, why not?” “Just a moment elder,” Herb said. “I was thinking about asking him the same thing. He obviously has the same training as the Musk do.” “As much as we wish to debate sematics, we may not have the time to do so.” Cologne stood. ‘It is getting late. Razor will show you a place to stay for the night.” <><><> Dear Kitty... Well, it’s been half a week and I made good time to China. Mousse is happy to see his mother again, and I’m staying at his village. It’s a village of all women warriors. Heh, I guess you guys really aren’t the “weaker sex”. How’s mom doing? I hope she’s okay. I’ll be sending a letter later when I get to Hong Kong, and later Japan. I’m gonna see if I can get a job there. I don’t know if Mousse is going to come to Japan with me though. Oh, good news, I made a few new friends today. One of them is a Dragon Prince named Herb, and his two moronic lackies named Mint and Lime. Herb is a nice guy and all, but his two men are dumb as bricks and obsessed with female anatomy. Another friend is Shampoo. She’s a bit shorter than you are with lavender hair. In fact, the women in this village have multi colored hair, like pink, red, blue, orange and the normal colors. Must be something in the water. Cologne, Shampoo’s grandma is pretty nice too, though she looks like a shrivelled up old monkey. But then again, if you were over 300 years old, you would look pretty bad too. Tommorow, I’m headed to Hong Kong. I should be able to find passage to Japan soon and I’ll send letters and stuff to you from there. Hope everythings okay, and don’t hesitate to punch Puma if he gets too fresh. Your best friend; Ranma. Ranma smiled as he placed the letter within a guided missle, non explosive of course, opened up the window and fired it into the skies. The missle peeped for a few seconds before blasting towards the Monestary. He smiled at the moon. “Good night moon, good night mom, good night Kitty, good night grandpa.” End Time Log 2