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Most people didn't understand the truth about Cologne. Which
suited her just fine.

For quite some time now, she had been well aware that the chances
that Ranma would actually submit to Amazon law and return to China
with Shampoo were less than good. One doesn't live to be more than a
hundred without being something of a judge of human nature and
hearts, and there was little doubt in her mind that the only thing
keeping Ranma and Akane from the altar was the fact that they were
being forced into it.

Besides, law or no law, she no longer really wanted Ranma in the
tribe. The boy was just too independent- he'd make a proper amazon
husband the day that Mousse developed spontaneous 20-20 vision and
Shampoo took a vow of chastity. The lad also carried chaos around
him in ways that she still at times could not believe. A year in
Jokuzetsu would likely mean no more Jokuzetsu, since she had no
reason to believe that the unending string of challengers, strange
happenings, paranatural occurrences, and just plain weirdness would
stop at the Nerima limits. True, this area probably amplified it a
bit- the ward was known for a history of odd happenings- but the
boy attracted such things wherever he went.

She hadn't taken a really active hand in the matter since the boy
had used the Neko-ken to defeat her for the Phoenix Pill. It was
then she realized that he was truly opposed to the idea, which had
startled her. She had assumed- as had most Amazons- that a male
would fall for Shampoo's allure, sensuality, and culinary skills in a
heartbeat. She had assumed wrong.

Because Ranma wasn't like most males. He was practically
unseduceable. He reacted to physical advances not with
reciprocation, but with unease. He wanted- if he wanted anything-
to be left alone, to find his own path. It was fairly clear that
that path didn't include making many little Amazon babies.

Of course, that combined with the fact that Shampoo's first idea
was to kill him and her second and following ones were to hang onto
him like a love starved chunk of moss on a reluctant oak tree didn't
do a lot to help either.

PARAGON, Chapter 5