A Tenchi Muyo \ Ranma ½, X-over. Spring of Drowned Goblin. By Peter Suzuki. The series "Tenchi Muyo" is owned by Pioneer AIC. The series "Ranma ½" is owned by Rumiko Takahashi. All rights reserved. Ranma smirked as he landed on the bamboo pole with ease. He had just knocked his father into one of the springs. That selfish old goat had it coming to him. Dragging his own son across the country, forcing him to learn those god awful techniques, forcing HIM to work off their bills by taking odd jobs. Well no more. As of today, his pop would have to live with the fact that he was beaten by his own son. Of course, Ranma soon realized that his father seemed to be down there a long time. "Pop? What’s up?" asked Ranma, not hinting his slight worry about the well being of the only family he knew about. "We done already?" All of a sudden, with a loud *BLOOOSH!!* something he did not expect, took his father’s place. What now stood on an opposite pole, while resembling Ranma’s father in some ways, was not Genma Saotome. The guide should have known that something like this would happen. All he could do now was explain what had happened, and hope that those two would not continue to fight. "Oh, too bad. Mr. customer fall in ‘Spring of Drowned Panda’. Very tragic story of panda, who drown there two thousand year ago. Now who ever fall in same spring, take body of panda." Explained the guide. "You never said anything about that, to us!" yelled the boy. "Me Japanese is not so good, no? Me speak Engrish fine, but me no speak Japanese well." Just then, tragedy struck. It did not exactly seem that way at first, when the panda knocked the boy from the pole. So the boy would fall in one of the springs, so what. Worse had happened before. But the panda had gotten in a very good hit, and combine that with its improved strength, it knocked the boy very far indeed. In fact, the hit caused the boy to fly directly towards the only COVERED spring in Jousenkyo. Covered because of what was in it. The guide was so terrified that he did not even respond when the panda tried to get his attention. Ranma was hit, and he knew that it was his fault. He had been distracted by the guides words, and that panda, no wait, his FATHER had gotten in a good shot. Ranma realized that when, not IF, he fell into one of the springs, he would take the form of whatever drowned there many years ago. What would he be? A duck? A pig? A girl? A c-c-cat? Perhaps a yeti, riding a bull, carrying a crane and an eel? The worst that could happen, would be that he would create a ‘Spring of Drowned Ranma’. Then he realized where he was heading. "Oh, wonderful." He thought. "I’m going to smash through some boards before I get cursed. I wonder why they covered it up, anyway?" As he smashed into the boards, he realized probably why the spring was boarded up. *CRACK!* To keep whatever drowned there from coming back. *SPLOOOSH!* The guide tried to run, but he was stopped by a furry paw. The man that was transformed into a panda, held up a piece of wood, that had some writing on it. [What spring was that?] The guide starred nervously at the spring as he spoke. "That is ‘Spring of Drowned Goblin’. Very tragic story of goblin that drown in that spring, seven hundred year ago. No one want dangerous goblin to come back, so people try to keep all from falling in spring." The panda scribbled something else down on the wood. [If the goblin was so dangerous, then what’s so tragic of it drowning?] "No, no, no. Mr. customer no understand. Story no is tragic because goblin drown in spring." Just then, *FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!* a bright column of pale green light shot from the spring, and while thankfully drying up the spring itself, there was something still in the now dry pit. "Story is tragic because goblin may one day come back." Said the guide nervously. The creature that WAS Ranma, seemed to be considering the situation. It then slipped out of Ranma’s Gi pants, and slung them over its shoulder. Seemingly making one final adjustment on its belt, it then turned around, and approached the slightly frightened person and panda. When it finally reached the two, they seemed to loose their fear to curiosity. Ranma didn’t look anything at all like Ranma. Standing three feet in height, with sparkling green eyes, and with spiky crab-red hair, Ranma did not resemble anything like he used to. The panda furiously scribbled something down on a piece of wood, and showed it to the guide. "Yes, sir. Me think that goblin, that legend talk about." Said the guide, with a trace of uncertainty in his voice. "You’re probably both wanting an explanation, aren’t you?" asked Ranma, who now sounded somewhat like a twelve year old girl. Both the guide and the former human nodded in affirmation, so she continued. "First of all, that wasn’t a goblin that fell there all of those years ago. I was a great scientist. In fact I was," dramatic pose. " ‘The Greatest Scientific Genus In The Universe!!!’ BWA-HA-HA-HA!!!" As she spoke two mini replicas of herself appeared on her shoulders chanting "Washu, Washu, she’s the best! Yay, WASHU!!" "Washu?!?" asked the guide and panda. . . Okay, the panda grunted it out the best it could. "Yes, my name was Washu. Don’t worry, I’m Ranma as well. Our personalities kind of merged when I, er he fell into the spring." As if to prove what she was saying, she launched a flying spin kick on a nearby wooden post, the top half of which imbedded itself in the nearby cliff. Genma knew that if this wasn’t Ranma, then this Washu was imitating Ranma’s moves exactly. Washu approached the panda. "Call me little-Washu, when I am in this form, and Ranma when I am in my other form. And don’t worry pop. You haven’t lost a son. You’ve gained a brilliant, and very cute, scientist." Genma was not believing a word of this. Somehow this goblin had taken control of his son. He needed to get his son back to normal. He wrote this down on a piece of cardboard, and showed it to the guide. The guide nodded in affirmation and took out a kettle of hot water that he had been preparing. The guide then dumped its contents on top of Washu, changing her back to the pigtailed boy, that was Ranma. "Ranma, my boy! Now you’re back to normal. Now we can go about finding a cure for you!" Genma would have said, if he wasn’t still a panda. Ranma glared at the guide, steam coming off of his head from the boiling hot water that was just dumped over him. Ranma then materialized a twelve-by-eight rectangular shadow, and typed on a couple of buttons that made their existence known when he pressed them. Suddenly the guide was strapped to an invisible rack, arms and legs stretched out and held down by energy bands. "WHAT!?! No is possible! Spring that change mind, supposed to change back with hot water!" "I already told you, I ‘merged’ with Washu. My mind stays the same in either form." Genma backed away from his son. "Now, what would be a suitable punishment for trying to take away my genius, not to mention the crime of keeping a cute widdle scientist like little-Washu from living again? Hmmmmmm. . . Ah-Ha!" Ranma typed some buttons. "Now this will be fun." The air above the helpless Jousenkyo guide started shimmering, and then he transformed. The guide dropped to the ground, and now was a Kappa (Water sprite). "Ribbit! Ribbit!" complained the Kappa. "Just accelerate their metabolism, and VIOLA! One Kappa! HA-HA-HA!!" Ranma was enjoying this a bit too much. Genma tried to knock his son out, in order to stop the ‘mad scientist’. Ranma anticipated the attack, and used the panda’s momentum to toss him on to the ground. "Now, that wasn’t a very nice thing to do to your Super-Genius son. Was it." Ranma pressed a couple more buttons, and a stream of boiling hot water poured on to the panda, changing it back to a human. "Yow! Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot!" Genma ran around in circles, to afraid to jump into any of the springs because of what they might do, and in too much pain to do anything else. Ranma pulled a mirror seemingly out of nowhere, and checked his face. "So I’m now handsome, instead of cute. I’m still," dramatic pose. " ‘The Greatest Scientific Genus In The Universe!!!’ BWA-HA-HA-HA!!!" On cue, two mini RANMA’S appeared on his shoulders cheering, "You’re the best! You’re the coolest! Yay, RANMA!!" On the surrounding cliffs, a lone figure heard Ranma’s slightly insane laughter. "That’s Ranma’s voice! How dare he be happy, after the hell that he put me through! Ranma, PREPARE TO DIE!!!" With that, the boy known as Ryoga Hibiki jumped off of the cliff, into the valley of Jousenkyo, *SPLASH!!!* and right into a spring. Plum watched the still waters of the spring that was in front of her house. Being the Jousenkyo guide’s daughter had some advantages, like the fact that she knew all of the legends about the cursed springs in the valley. The one she was starring at for example, tells of a creature that had eaten too many carrots, and drowned when it went for a swim. The wise man of a neighboring village said that the only people to fall in that spring, would be the truly stupid people of the land. People who blame others for their problems, and think that all of their troubles can be solved through violence. Plum looked up as she saw a young man shout out something that she could not quite understand, jump off of the cliff, and right into the spring. *SPLASH!!!* "Hellooooooo, stupid." Said Plum, as she got up, and helped the transformed human out of the spring. "Oh, too bad." Said Plum, to the creature. "You fall in ‘Spring of Drowned Cabbit’. Very tragic story of cabbit, that drown in that spring six hundred years ago. Now who ever fall in this spring, take the body of a cabbit." THE END. . . . MAYBE. AUTHORS NOTES: This actually turned out much better than I originally thought it would. If you may, or may not, have noticed, this story is just an idea I had while working on the fan fiction series "Little Demon". I originally intended for Ranma to be cursed to turn into Ryoko, but that idea fell through, so I put in Washu instead. This was MUCH funnier. Okay, here’s the beef. I am asking you… No wait. DARING the other writers out there, that are reading this story, to continue THIS series. You may alter the story line from here however you want. Just remember to put in that it was MY story that inspired your series. That means MY name, and the name of MY story. UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! As for how I presented Ryoga in this story, I personally think that Ryoga is a jerk. Sorry, but someone who blames a person for not being at a fight when HE was the one who was four days late, gains no sympathy in my book. Peter Suzuki.