Title: Ranma of Dune

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Prologue: Illegal activities

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To begin your study into the life of Ranma do not underestimate his importance because of his humble origins. Born in the 56^th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV, on a newly reconnected guild route, his planet became Arrakis. His place was forever beside Maud’Dib.

from "The Origins of Ranma"

by the Princess Irulan

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Genma once again nursed a drink in a dingy pub. Ranma had been particularly vicious today in their sparring match. The boy just did not understand how important that training in the art was. Now that they were in China he had to find some good places to train the boy. Perhaps even start him onto advanced ki training. He took another sip of his drink, and glanced around the bar. Gesturing to the barkeep Genma asked in pidgin Chinese about people who might know some good training grounds. The barkeep nodded and pointed to a couple of big red headed men in the corner. Both men looked to be of very ill repute. These kinds of people, he knew from experience, provided good information, but could not easily be conned. Approaching them he gestured to be allowed to share their table.

“What do you want?” the larger of the two asked while gesturing for Genma to have a seat.

“I understand that you were the people that I need to speak to find out about good martial arts training grounds in this country?” Genma questioned surprised to here Japanese being spoken in such a place, albeit with a strange accent. He slowly lowered himself into a vacant seat at their table.

“Perhaps, is that what you are looking for?” questioned the smaller of the two large men.

“Yes it is.” Genma replied beginning to gain more confidence, this was how he had secured countless techniques and valuable training information in the past.

The larger of the two men produced a worn map with pictures of remote places and lots of Chinese writing. Genma saw the characters for training grounds and pictures and began to drool, surely the boy would benefit from training in these places. The smaller man watched Genma’s reaction.

“The question is what do you have to trade for our valuable information?” the smaller man asked staring skeptically at Genma’s dirty and worn gi.

“Um, I have money.” Genma sweated nervously.

“We also have money, we were looking at a different kind of payment.” Genma sweated nervously as both men began eyeing him as if he were a piece of meat.

“We deal in livestock.”

“I have a son.” Genma immediately offered, quickly deducing that these me were looking for something that he was not willing to give. Besides he could always steal his son back later.

“How old?” The bartering had begun.

“Fifteen years.”

“Is he fit?”

“He has been training to be the best martial artist in the world for the last nine years.” Genma announced proudly.

“Where is he?”

“Back at the camp asleep.”

“Show us.” Genma nodded. Once he had stolen his son back he could start training him at the places that were on that map.

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The three men entered Genma’s camp. It was small with a burnt-out fire in the center. Two tents were placed at next to the once fire.

“Where is he?” The smaller red haired man asked.

“In here.” Genma replied flipping open the tent flaps.

Both men examined the sleeping Ranma. He had black hair in a single pigtail running down his back and a muscular figure, without being bulky. Both men glanced at Genma before looking back at his son. Both had similar thoughts running through their heads. Is this really that fat mans son?

After the examination of Ranma both said “We’ll give you the map for the boy.”

Genma wiped a bit of drool from his chin before reaching out to shake on the deal. “Done” was his only reply.

At this the smaller man produced the map, while the larger man produced a needle full of an unidentified clear liquid. The larger man quickly injected the fluid into Ranma and producing a large canvas sack quickly the boy in it and scooped him up. The smaller man looked at Genma, assessing him, he slowly produced the map. Genma quickly snatched it and began doing a jig around the camp. Both red headed men left quickly with their burden.

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Authors Note: Please r&r, it’s short – but chapter 1 will be longer I promise.