Chapter 1

Ranma Saotome sat down for lunch after a hard morning of teaching martial arts, to his left sat Doctor Tofu and Kasumi, to his right sitting at the head of the table was Soun Tendo. "So how was this morning seesion?" Soun asked.

Ranma shook his head frowning, "None of these guy's are really taking things seriously it's just something for them to show off to girls or intimidate people. I'm thinking of getting rid of the morning classes all together," he responded.

Nabiki entered the Tendo household, with several envelopes in one hand and her new college book bag over her other shoulder. Ranma saw her and leapt to help his fiancee, with her bag. Once relieved of her burden, she kissed her fiancee on the cheek sitting down leafing through the mail. After leafing through some bills and a few pieces junk she came to beautifully decorated envelope with the Japanese royal seal imprinted on the corner of envelope. She quickly opened it, and read the letter, at the bottom of the letter found the Emperor's royal seal again posted as well as the Japanese Ambassador's name printed. "hey guys listen to this. The Japanese Ambassador sent a this explaining to us that a United States VIP is coming here to study martial arts. This VIP apparently heard a lot about this Martial Arts school and wishes to be taught," everyone gathered was dumbfounded, Nabiki vaguely heard something drop to the table. Looking down she saw a small piece of paper on the table, flipping it over in her hands to see it was a check. "Damn, look at the zeroes," she whispered softly.

Soun looked on with a genuine interest, "What does it say?"

"To put the some in words wouldn't do it justice. Safe to say we can pay off Ukyou, her dad, and have plenty left over to completely rebuild the entire dojo and house," Nabiki said looking up from the check, eyes very stunned.

Ranma leaned over looking at the check whistling a bit then glanced at his fiancee. "It might be a prank," he stated.

Nabiki looked up eyes furrowed, "If it is it's very cruel one."

Three weeks later, a private Leer jet landed at Tokyo International Airport. The jet had the PS3 logo scrolled across the side and Sony written along the tail wing. The jet rolled into a private hanger, where a young seventeen year old stepped down the ladder. He was an American, with short sandy blonde hair as well as deep blue eyes. He was about six foot three, two hundred pounds even most of which was centered on his stomach. He wore nice high fashion Levi blue jeans, Nike Air Jordan basketball shoes personally autographed by the sports hero, a Gundam Wing T-shirt, and Levi Denim jacket. His name Brad Wall, the youngest Multibillonaire in human history, also the single most miserable person he felt on the planet. Looking over his shoulder at the man he hired to be his bodyguard. Brad frowned watching toward the back of the plane picking up his bag.

"Sir, I got it," the man stated.

Brad snorted hefting the bag over his shoulder, "Listen Rich your my bodyguard not my servant, as if I need one. I came here to study martial arts in peace not to be coddled. My life is complicated enough without my bodyguard tryingto shelter me from hard work. I hate that," he grumbled softly. "I also hate reporters, public appearences, and doing commercials," with a sigh adjusted the weight of the bag. "Came here to get away from all that crap," glancing around finding a lovely red Ford Mustang sitting not far from the jet, idling. Brad smiled brightly, "Oh yeah they got the order right," he ran toward the car staring into the drivers seat. Opening the door he climbed into the drivers seat tossing the bag into the backseat his smile growing as he revved the engine. "That's my girl purr."

"Um, sir shouldn't I drive?" Richard Moore asked.

Brad looked up at him raising an eyebrow, "I'm going to the American embassy and I'm dropping you off. From there you can go visit your daughter," Richard sighed heavily his employer was fiercely independant he got the job onretainer and so far had little to do in the way of his job. Brad quietly filled out a check handing it to Richard. "Here take your daughter to Disneyland in California," he stated casually as if it was the most normal thing to do. Richard looked at the check then back at his employer quietly getting into the passenger's seat.

Japanese Ambassdor Hiro Kanaka, stood on the steps of the American Embassy, as a Ford Mustang screeched to halt. Hiro saw Richard Moore climb out of the passenger looking pale, face sweating heavily. Spotting the billionaire climbing out of the driver's seat a huge smile on his face, "it wasn't that bad I completely missed those monks."

"Yeah but what about everything else you hit?" Richard asked wiping his face.

The billionaire shrugged, "I'll admit those business men were kind of pissed, but they shouldn't have been sitting there."

"YOU crashed into a sidewalk deli!" Richard facefaulted.

Hiro cleared his throat catching the attention of the two arguing men. Bowing slightly Hiro, "Greetings, Mr. Wall we are honored that you will be staying in our country."

Brad leaned into the back seat tossing the bag he had into the front seat before shutting the door, "Yeah well please keep the fact I'm here down. All I want to do is study Martial arts as peacefully as I can, got the map I asked for?"

Hiro nodded handing him the map, "I'll make sure things are very discreet, sir."

The billionaire nods, "Good that means not letting anyone know I'm even in the country," he smiled sitting back down giving Richard a friendly wave before pulling out of the driveway with a screech of the tires.

It took an hour before Brad reached the Nermia district, going through several stop lights as he did he noted the mid afternoon sun in the middle of the sky. Finding a parking spot in a underground garage, climbed out of his car stretching pulling his bag out locking the car. Walking out he paid the garage keeper a huge some to keep his car in the garage for a good couple of years. "Here's a little extra, give a good washing every two months, and keep the engine from rusting," he said softly tossing the man the keys.

Looking down at the map turned his feet heading toward the Tendo training hall which was still good distant was way. Six hours later and deeper into the district. His bag was on the ground as he drug it along, his feet were sore, this left him to wonder why hadn't he picked a place closer to park.

Nodoka and Genma had arrived at the Tendo's at five. Nodoka was helping Kasumi in fixing dinner while Tofu, Ranma, Genma, Soun, and Nabiki sat around talking or arguing about Ranma's teaching, Nabiki's school, and the subesquent wedding that was suppose to be happening in another week. But Nabiki saw it, unless they could find out if their mysterious benefactor was real, they may postpone the plans.

Brad turned the corner and spotted the Tendo training hall. Walking through the front gate breathing heavily. If it wasn't for the nagging dreams he been getting of him fighting a strange looking people and things, two men with spikey hair, a white alien, a green insect thing, a pink blob of puddy, and seven dragons. These images casued him to wake up at night gasping for air. It was after these dreams that he started looking for a martial arts school, almost driven to find out if fighting and the dreams were connected in some way. If hadn't been for those dreams he wouldn't of bothered. Wearily reaching and rang the doorbell.

Inside the Tendo, "I'll get it," Ranma said opening the door on the other side he saw an American sweating heavily looking like crap. The other boy looked up wearily, "I'm here about the Martial arts training," he said softly.

Ranma blinked, "You the one that gave us the check?"

Brad nodded wiping his head, "Yeah sorry for not coming sooner, took a while walking from downtown," he said leaning against the doorframe. Notice the skeptical looks he was getting from the pigtailed boy and the girl behind him with the brown hair, "What's wrong is the amount to small, I'll pay more," he stated looking nervous.

"No, it's more than enough," Nabiki replied with a light smile. "What's the name never wrote it down on the check?"

Brad blushed slightly, "I knew I forgot something, name's Brad Wall."

Nabiki's eyes turned to saucers. "The Bill..." sharted to shout, before Brad put his hands to her mouth silencing her.

"Shh, yeah the very same so please don't draw any unwanted attention toward me. It's hard enough in the States with poeple knowing who I am, can't imagine the crap I'd get in Japan," The billionaire said taking his hands away from her mouth.

"Sorry kind of unusual for someone that high in the social circle who'd come to train in a small martial arts dojo instead of paying for someone to train you in private," Nabiki said crossing her arms.

Brad shrugged, "need to get out my apartment and breath a little, spread my wings try something new," he froze looking at the ground. "Try to find the meaning behind these dreams I've been having," he said softly. The trio entered the dining area, Kasumi had already set another plate. After eating a huge dinner, Ranma led Brad to the spare room where he would be sleeping. Rolling a sleeping bag he quitly slipped into the bag and went to sleep.

Author's Note: Major Alternate Universe fic, it's also another of my older fics(1994), in this one my ego was to big to be contain and I turned myself into a huge Bill Gates billionaire, heh heh. This was also a fic based on another's fic John Morales's A Deft Touch a sweet angst fic featuring Ranma/Nabiki. It's highly recommended reading. Dragon Ball Z crossover later. If any spotted the Cased Closed reference your an expert in Anime and deserve a diploma. Trust I've done this kind of thing walking through one district into another. While living in San Diego I walked from the Grossmont Mall to El Cajon where I was living at the time, and it took six hours or more getting home. Parents nearly killed me when I did get home.