Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma Saotome: The Atomic Kid ❯ Chapter 1

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Ranma Saotome: The Atomic Kid

Chapter one.

Genma's big...mistake?

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"But...but..." stammered Genma as he stared at the man with pleading eyes.

The man was tall, but Genma was at face height because he was sitting on a
barstool. He snorted and frowned at the man. "You got wax in yer ears? Get
lost."

"You must understand! If the promise is not kept, we'll both die!"

"What?" said the man coldly as he let his shades fall slightly down his nose.
His cold blue eyes stared forward with nothing but icy death in them. He was a
gaijin, and a terribly frightening one at that. His hair was blonde and cut into
a military style buzz.

"Me and the boy! Not you!"

"That's what I thought," snorted the man as he turned back to his beer. "You
shouldn't make promises you can't keep mister. I ain't got time to take care of
no brats, especially not a bunch of em. Which is what would happen if I took
him."

Genma stared at the man in disbelief. "Wha?"

"Who do you think yer talkin too mister?" said the man as he peered into Genma's
eyes through the shades.

The smaller man simply nodded, he wasn't even sure why.

"What a wimp," commented the taller man irritably.

He paused at the sight of what was next to him. The young child, a six-year-old
boy, was waving for another beer as he put down the glass on the table. He had a
cheerful grin on his face as he belched loudly and turned to look the tall man
in the eyes.

Genma's eyes went wide as he noticed the man staring at his son. "Ranma! What do
you think you are doing?!"

The boy looked at his father in confusion. "Havin a beer. Why? That bartender
sure is slow though. Hey! Over here moron!" The boy picked up an ashtray and
nailed the man in the back of his head.

"This yer kid?" said the man as he stood stiffly from his stool. He didn't sound
very happy.

"Yes," muttered Genma numbly.

"A guy like you doesn't deserve a son like this kid. I'll take him off yer
hands; he'll come when I feel like bringing him back. I want to make sure none
of your wussiness rubs off on him."

Ranma merely smiled, completely unaware of what the men were talking about.

Genma turned to look at the boy. "Very well." Oddly, he didn't appear to even be
slightly irritated with the man for his comments. "Ranma my son. You will go
with this man, he is to be your sensei."

The boy simply shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Sure." It wasn't something
that was unusual; he'd gone off with various people for a few weeks to learn a
bit. Sooner or later, his father would come and pick him up. They were usually
old men. Few of them had any kids, and they usually had lots of weird rules you
had to follow 'because you're staying in my home'. This didn't appear to be any
different, but this man was only a little older than his father.

"Show some respect boy!" snapped Genma as he punched the boy over his head. It
wasn't very hard, but he paused when he noticed the man watching with an arched
eyebrow.

"Don't discourage the attitude. It's part of being a real man."

Genma merely nodded and stepped back a little.

"Come on kid, I'm takin you fer a ride."

"Okay sensei," replied Ranma as he turned to follow.

The man paused in the act of straddling a gigantic Harley Davidson motorcycle.
He sat down all the way and snorted. "Kid, don't call me sensei, only the Geisha
are allowed to do that."

The boy hopped on the back of the bike as the man jerked his thumb to indicate
that was what he wanted. "What should I call you then?"

"Duke."

"That's a strange name," commented the boy.

"Yeah, but it fits," replied the man stonily.

Ranma noticed this, and realized that the man's tone and expression had never
changed during the entire deal that led to him leaving with him. "Okay
Duke-semp..."

"Just Duke, no sempai, or san, or any o 'that crap."

"Oh."

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Years later...

[Sorry, I must insert evil laughter here. Ahem. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!]

It was a breezy afternoon in the middle of a grassy field. Two men stood alone,
both with stubble on their faces and well built forms.

They were both dressed relatively the same. The older one in a red muscle shirt
with blue jeans and a gold belt buckle. The buckle had radioactive symbol on the
front of it.

The younger man had a silver buckle, and a black shirt. Oddly enough, neither
one of them was armed at the time.

"He ain't here yet."

"I know."

Neither showed any emotion throughout the conversation. It didn't even really
matter who had said the words.

"So, this guy's a wuss huh?"

"Yup," replied the older of the two. Duke Nukem, he had a few more years on him
now, but still looked pretty much exactly the same.

The other was a boy of about eighteen years. His black shades hid his eyes from
view, and his face had well formed stubble on it. Unlike the older man's
military style cut, the younger boy had his hair tied back in a long pigtail. It
went almost to the middle of his back.

"Should I kill him?"

"Up to you."

"Ah, good."

Duke wasn't sure what to say to the reply, because he didn't know if the kid was
talking about killing his father, or the fact that the man had just arrived.

"Well, I'll be seein you around kid."

The younger one turned his head and frowned at Duke ever so slightly, but his
eyes conveyed what appeared to be more than passing annoyance.

Duke chuckled for a moment as he reached into his pocket for the keys to his
bike. "You learn to lose that glare, and you might learn what it really means to
be a man, kid. There isn't much in life that's worth more than a calm stare."

The boy snorted at this and looked at the Japanese man that was approaching
them. "Guess so. Hey Duke."

The older man paused in the act of walking away and glanced over his shoulder.
"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the ride, all of it."

"Ride ain't over yet kid," said Duke as he continued to walk back to where he'd
parked his bike.

"Where is my son?" snapped the man as he finally moved within speaking distance.
"Where is Ranma?"

"What the hell are you talkin about old man? Yer lookin at him."

Genma paused and frowned his son. "You are not my son! Ranma is only sixteen!"

"No shit."

"What?"

"What the hell did ya think would happen ya putz? You sent me with him so he'd
make me a man didn't you?"

"My god!" said Genma as his eyes trembled in amazement. "Nodoka will be so
pleased!"

"Yeah, great," replied Ranma stonily.

"Let's be off!" said Genma cheerfully.

"Where are we goin?" said Ranma casually as he looked around at the path they
had started walking down by this point.

"To China of course!" said Genma cheerfully.

"What?" said his son as he actually skipped a step in his pace.

"You have to learn your family's martial arts style. I'm sure you've kept up
practice of course, but it is important to the name and honor of our family for
me to complete your training in your family's style of martial arts.

"Oh, road trip. Cool," said Ranma as he continued to walk.

Genma wasn't sure what to make of that statement, he couldn't tell if it was
sarcastic or not.

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Several months later...

"I said no."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

Genma Saotome was furious, but his son was completely calm. He stared his father
dead in the eyes and simply frowned.

"No."

"I'm not asking permission! I'm telling you! This is a matter of supreme honor!
We must..."

"Don't care."

"What?" muttered Genma as he stared at his son.

"Don't care. Don't make me repeat myself again. You know I hate that." The boy
was almost as tall as his father, and his physique was nothing to scoff at
either.

Genma stared him down fearlessly. "You'll do it or I'll make you!"

Ranma's eyebrow arched ever so slightly.

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Meanwhile, at the Tendo home...

Kasumi frowned as she saw her father turn the page of the paper. She thought
they sounded like silly comic books. She'd tried to read them once, but couldn't
get into it. Most of the really important stuff involved some strange Gaijin.
They were always at war with some sort of alien race in America it seemed
sometimes. There had been a little spill over in Japan, but it was mostly the
southern island of Okinawa. Apparently it was a very big deal, but it wasn't all
that important in her little part of the world. There was no real connection to
any of it in her environment, other than a few conversations about world news
from time to time.

Soun seemed to enjoy them; he read them every day. He was so amused that the
little veins in his head popped out whenever he read them. He was positively red
with merriment.

Her father soon recovered from this and was back to normal though. He did give
her odd looks from time to time. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He
never looked at Akane or Nabiki that way, and she seriously doubted if it was
some sort of perversion just from the look he had on his face when she noticed
it in fleeting glimpses.

Soun sighed as he put the paper down on the tabletop. "Duke Nukem saves the
world yet again. Another happy ending."

"That's very good father," said Kasumi cheerfully. "I've brought the mail in."

Soun merely smiled at his daughter and accepted the pile of letters, and a
single postcard. All else in his hands was discarded as he stood up with the
postcard clutched firmly in his hands.

++++++++++++++++

A tall red head stood in front of a gigantic wet panda in the rain on the
streets of Nerima. Rain drenched down her well-muscled body. Her black muscle
shirt did nothing to hide her breast from view, and her baggy blue jeans were
held in place with a large silver buckle.

The panda flipped skillfully in the air and came towards the girl in a flying
kick.

The girl simply shifted back and launched a vicious uppercut that took the
animal across its jaw. "Yer too slow."

Genma growled angrily as he staggered to his feet. The boy had learned the
basics of his family's art when he was young. It showed now, he had been
practicing. However, the style was now somewhat different. Ranma mixed the
strength and speed of Saotome style Anything Goes, with common street fighting
techniques. It wasn't very graceful, but it was powerful and effective. Genma's
head spun as he slammed onto his back from the force of the blow.

He stood up and wiped his chin, his son was calmly walking away. Well, his
daughter at any rate. It was time the boy learned some respect. He clenched a
nearby street sign in his claws and ripped it up. "You're going boy, whether you
like it or not," thought the panda as it chuckled evilly.

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"Oh my! There's someone at the door!"

"Ooh! It must be...woah."

A young girl was holding a rather large panda over her shoulder as she stalked
into the room. It was impossible to miss the fact that she was a girl, as her
shirt was slightly torn and her left breast was hanging out. "Hey."

"Uhhh. Hello?" stammered Soun.

"This the Tendo place?"

"Oh! Yes!" said Kasumi with a shocked expression on her face.

Akane simply stared dumbly at the mess in front of her. "Are you all right?"

"These chicks yer daughters?" said Ranma as she frowned at the man in front of
her.

"Uhhh...yes?" muttered Soun.

"I thought you said there were babes here old man."

Everyone stared at her for a moment as she glared at the animal and slammed it
on the ground forcefully.

"There are! There are!" said the desperate animal's sign.

"Um, excuse me..." said Nabiki as she started to grow annoyed.

Ranma simply trained his eyes on her. "D'ya mind? I'm talkin to the panda right
now."

"Babes?" muttered Akane. "Why would there be any cute guys here?"

"It appears as if someone has lied to her. Oh my!" said Kasumi as she blushed a
bit.

"Is there something we can help you with? Or did you just barge into our home to
be weird?" said Nabiki as she stepped up in front of the girl and frowned
directly into her face.

Akane didn't seem that bothered by it anymore either, and she seemed to be
moving towards angry as well.

Ranma frowned very slightly and turned to face them. "I'm Ranma Saotome. Nice to
meet you."

Soun's eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped to the ground out cold.

"Daddy!" cried Akane in shock.

"You're a girl!?" cried Nabiki as she stared at her.

"No," replied Ranma calmly.

"Oh my!" muttered Kasumi in confusion.

"Do you really need those glasses? You're inside now." Nabiki attempted to get a
grasp on the situation.

"Don't talk about my shades babe."

"I'm sorry. We're being very rude. I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"

The redhead turned to look at her for a moment. The girls were hardly what he'd
call 'babes' but they were all cute in a young sort of way. It wasn't that bad
being the only conscious man in the room. Well, it wouldn't be if he was.

"Yeah. Whatever."

"Great! I'll show you the dojo! You practice kenpo right?"

"Practice? Nah. I own it."

Akane seemed slightly confused by that response.

"So this is your place huh? Your room."

"No, this is the dojo," said Akane dumbly.

"Nah. This is your room. I can tell."

Akane blushed as she realized what the girl was talking about. "Um, kinda yeah."

"I been to a few of the smaller ones before. Most dojo are essentially the same.
Just the same stuff arranged slightly differently."

"You've been around a bit?"

"A lot farther than ya think."

"Well. Let's have a little match then. I want to see some of what you learned."
Akane said it cheerfully, but with a challenging tone as well.

Ranma merely chuckled. "I'm not at my best now, but I think I can handle it."

Akane gasped as the girl tossed the dogi she tossed to her aside. "Your clothes
are constrictive. Just change first so we..."

"Nah. I always fight like this."

"Huh?" said Akane as she realized that the girl had a dangerous looking glint in
her eyes.

"All right." The honor of her dojo was at stake, even if it was only a simple
contest. She would have to fight her best, as to not dishonor her name, or the
name of her opponent's school.

Ranma didn't care a lick about any of what Akane was thinking about. He was more
smug amusement. "So, this chick thinks she can take me, huh?" Akane stood across
from her ready to bow. Ranma spoke before that though. "Bring it on." She waved
with her hand for Akane to move forward.

The girl gasped. Ranma was making this a personal matter, she had refused to
bow. Akane wasn't sure what to make of that. "I'd better not hold back. Either
she's mad at our school, or she wants to make sure I go all out!" Her thoughts
were broken as she found herself rushing forward in a quick snap kick aimed at
the girl's gut.

Ranma shifted aside like a boxer in a closed stance. Her forearms were shielding
her face and breasts, and she wove around another spinning kick aimed at her
head.

Akane pushed back with her feet as she landed and stopped her momentum suddenly
after a short hop. She tucked her fists at her sides and pushed forward again.
This time her fist blurred by and around the redhead's skillful dodging.

Again she jumped back gasping for breath. "This is unreal! Why hasn't she
finished me yet?" She turned her eyes towards her opponent. "Why aren't you
attacking? What's wrong? Hit me!"

"That wouldn't be very fair at all," replied the girl as if she'd asked for the
time.

Akane's eyes went wide and she charged forward. "Finish this! You know I can't
stop until one of us loses!"

Ranma jumped back and bounced off the wall and over her head as she slammed her
fists into the floor where he'd been standing. "Why not?"

Akane gasped again, surprised by his maneuver. "My honor demands it!" cried the
girl as she spun into a backhand.

Ranma casually put his arm up and blocked it while reaching out with his other
hand to poke her in the throat with the barrel of a very large handgun. "There,
you lost."

Akane let loose a weak sounding cough as she fell flat on her rear. "Huh?"

"Don't worry. It's not illegal. I'm licensed to carry this anywhere on the
planet."

Akane was simply staring at her with her jaw working up and down. "That
was...dirty!"

"How do you think the bad guys fight?" replied Ranma calmly. "Best way to learn
how to beat it, is to practice against someone who knows it. It ain't hard to
find training partners if you go to the right places."

Akane stared at the girl in shock. She was talking about killing people! "Who
are you?"

"I told ya. Ranma Saotome."

"This is so cool! How do I get a job like that! Can I hold your gun?"

"Maybe later, I might decide to let you see it," replied the girl stonily as she
turned to walk out of the room.

"Woah! This is so cool! Ranma's some sort of spy!" said Akane under her breath.
"A real woman, doing a real woman's job! Man, I gotta find out how she did
that!"

Alas, Akane Tendo found another bright star in the Feminist movement. It was not
too last...

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Ranma stood up from the bath and stared at the girl in front of him. "What?" He
was staring her directly in the face and didn't seem fazed at all by her entry.

Akane blushed and slowly closed the door.

"Heh. Guess she got to see it after all."

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Ranma stood in the hallway and stared the girls down. He was dressed in the same
clothes and had a hefty pair of boots on his feet. "Ranma."

"Huh?" said the dumbfounded girls as they stared at him.

"That's my name," he replied while puffing on a cigarette. "Quit starin at me."
A rather quiet command that was obeyed by all immediately.

Genma walked into the room with Soun at his side. They moved over to the tables
followed by the girls. Ranma remained standing where he was with his cigarette.

Genma nodded to the girls and their father. "I am Genma Saotome, and this is my
son..."

"I told you my name already, you know who I am."

All three of the Tendo girls simply looked at each other. They didn't look very
comfortable with the situation at all. So far, Ranma had treated them all like
dirt that was beneath his notice. It was fairly obvious he didn't want to be
there either, and from the way it looked when they came in, he was going to get
his way. All three of the girls liked the idea of that happening very soon.

Ranma merely stared the scene down as his father went into the story.

"Damn, he's good," thought Nabiki too herself.

"It all started a few months ago."

"This idiot got us cursed at a magic spring in China." Ranma breathed out a puff
of smoke.

"I'll have you know it was for the good of your training!" snapped Genma.

"A lot of good it did me," replied the boy coolly.

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"This is it. We came all the way here so we could look at a spring?" Ranma
didn't really sound surprised.

"No boy! This is a training ground!"

"Great."

The guide walked between them and motioned forward. "Here we are sirs..."

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"Ranma, you lost your cool. That's what did it." He said the words to himself
quietly. No one noticed, too engrossed in the story.

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Ranma fell back from the bamboo pole, his balance gone as the animal charged and
swiped at him across the top of the bamboo chutes. He was going to hit the
ground hard and he knew it, and cursed himself as anger contorted his features.
Then the icy cool sensation raged across his body as he slammed into the water.
"Heh, not as bad as I thought." He had been expecting to land in between two of
the spring on a thin path, he'd moved two feet farther than he'd thought.

Then he broke the surface of the water.

The guide's voice swam into his head and he frowned at him. "What? Why would I
care some bitch died her a billion years ago?"

That was when he noticed that his voice was a bit different. Slowly he lowered
his eyes. Two mounds of flesh were where his massive chest had been. They were
quite large and barely fit in his shirt at all. The weight of his belt was quite
a bit lower on his hips as well. He staggered out of the water and brushed his
hair out of his face. "Where is he?"

The guide immediately pointed at the panda.

Ranma's eyes gleamed with anger as he turned to face the old man. "Me and the
panda are gonna need a minute or so alone."

The man nodded once and quickly vacated the area.

The animal was waving its arms frantically in front of its face. It was trying
its best to squawk out a response with its vocal chords. It wasn't working very
well.

Ranma reached under each armpit where a massive semi automatic handgun was hung
from each arm. "You'll make a nice rug."

The guide poked his head out of a patch of bamboo. "So sorry to bother sirs!"

"What?"

"Jusenkyo curse not permanent. Is cure, even if only for little while."

Genma was shaking with terror as he stared down the barrels of his son's hand
cannons.

"Start talkin, I'll decide this when you're done."

"Hot water turn back into man once again! Cold water turn back to girl. Curse
not too bad, no?"

Ranma smirked at his father coldly. It was a rather empty looking grin. "I
suppose not." He fired two shots and turned away.

Genma was staring at the two gigantic bullet holes that were still smoking on
either side of his head. He had to sit up and turn around just to see them both
at the same time.

He stood up and stared at his son's back. The boy's anger had been surprisingly
painless. He wasn't sure if he should be bothered by it or not. He decided to
let the situation be for a few hours so his son could simmer down a bit. It
wasn't all that bad, surely Nodoka would cut both their heads off, but what the
hell.

Genma had to pause and rewind that statement for a moment.

There was something wrong in there, he knew it, but he just couldn't put his
finger on it.

"Oh shit."

Ah. Seems he's finally found it.

"What the hell am I gonna do?"

For hours, days, his mind worked on.

Finally, a short time before they meet the fabled tribe of Amazon women...

"Tendo! That's it! I've got it!"

++++++++++++++++++

"What? You're not telling them the whole thing?" asked Ranma after his father
finished his tale of woe.

"I've told them enough to understand," replied his father smugly. "We can tell
them more later if we wish."

"Yeah. I've been keeping my ears up about you since I was a kid. Heard around
about ya. You aren't very good at not sharing information, you're not very good
at much of anything actually. I don't really like you, but you are my old man,
so I guess I'll have to put up with it for now. "Who knows, maybe you'll
surprise me and turn out to actually be a halfway decent human being."

Genma glared at his son. "It's time you learned some respect boy."

"Thing you're big enough?"

Genma snorted irritably and seemed to realize who was sitting around him. "We'll
settle that later boy."

His son just nodded.

"Who is this creep?" muttered Akane under her breath.

"I don't know, but he does seem rather unpleasant."

"Your problem isn't so bad after all!" cried Soun as he drenched the pair with a
nearby bucket. He barely had time to choke as Ranma snapped forward and slammed
him headfirst into a wall by grabbing the side of his face and swinging him.

Soun heard a dry click and felt the cool metal surface of a very big barrel that
was pressed against the back of his head. "Don't ever do that again."

Soun nodded slowly, as best he could.

Ranma released him and the man staggered back. Ranma was pouring hot water over
his head and slammed the kettle into his father's face and let the handle go.
Genma was sprawled out across the floor in the nude and quickly jumped up and
away to change.

"If there's nothing else." The boy turned to walk away, but Soun stopped him.

"Wait. There is still more business we must discuss."

"Well the answer to that is no."

"You cannot choose that path."

"Says who?"

"Says the blood of your family, who fought and died for the honor you so easily
discard."

"I've got honor, but it's my own. I'm not obligated to any promise I didn't make
myself."

"If you do not honor this pact, then our families will be opposed. We will do
everything in our power to destroy you and your family Saotome. They only way to
stop us from killing you, would be for you to kill me, and my daughters."

"Woah, woah, woah," said Nabiki as her eyes went wide.

"Yer one of those traditional pricks aren't ya?" said Ranma as he simply looked
at the man calmly.

"That I am," agreed Soun. "My eldest daughter, Kasumi, she's nineteen, my middle
daughter Nabiki, she's seventeen, and my youngest Akane, she's sixteen. Pick any
one you want, and she'll be your new fiancee."

"Oh! He wants Akane!" exclaimed Kasumi.

"Definitely!" agreed Nabiki.

"These three little girls put together wouldn't be enough woman to satisfy me,"
snorted Ranma as he poked his ear with his finger. "Look. I'll hang around for a
few months or so and see how things go. I don't like it, I'm gone, and you can
just bring it on."

"That should be enough, for now," said Soun as he nodded seriously.

"Well, enjoy your new fiancee!" said Nabiki as she smiled at her sister
cheerfully.

"What?" gasped Akane.

"Oh my! Nabiki! You shouldn't tease your sister that way!"

"What do you mean? I wasn't talkin about just her ya know. Yer all my fiancee as
far as I'm concerned."

The three girls turned to look at each other and simply stared. None of them had
any way to reply to that.

Ranma walked towards the stairs and ignored their reaction. "Crazy place.
Shoulda come by more often when things were down a little."

+++++++++++++++++++++

Ranma stood staring at his father with a frown on his face. "School?"

"Yes. I decided you should attend."

"Fine."

"The girls should be heading off any time now..." started Genma.

"Nabiki."

The girl went ridged as she stopped trying to sneak by the open door.

"I'll see you later."

He stood up, neither one knew who he was speaking too. The boy walked right by
Nabiki just as Akane raced to catch up with her sister. She jogged around the
boy with a frown on her face. He simply strolled calmly into the street as if
nothing of any real importance was going on around him. He didn't even react to
Akane barreling past him.

"Who is this guy?" asked Nabiki out loud. She turned to look at her father, and
noticed he had a strangely contemplative look on his face. Genma was sitting
across from him with a scowl of his own.

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"The boy is out of control," grumbled Genma irritably. "He's strong and manly,
but probably too much for his own good, and the good of the school! It was a
mistake, I know that now."

"Genma! How could you! You know what he did to me!" Soun growled bitterly.

"I had no choice. He did it to me too! Nodoka still adores him, I've had to look
at those stupid posters for years!"

"She was before you got married!" snapped Soun.

"Well, the first time sure," replied Genma with a shrug.

"First time?" muttered Soun as he went pale.

"Sure, happened like six times as I recall. Nodoka thinks I don't know, but he
used to leave little notes to me on the back of the toilet paper. Telling me
what she liked and stuff. Some of it was pretty useful.

Soun stared at the man in horror.

"Oh, it's just little Akane. She likes to paint on any kind of paper dear, you
know that..."

"Oh god!" cried Soun as he fell into tears and slumped down onto the table in
misery.

"I didn't expect Ranma to change this much," said Genma as he hung his head.

"Do you think I want my daughters to be someone's bitches?!" cried Soun.

"Well, no. Do you think I enjoy seeing my son enjoying all these girls?"

"Of course! I would be euphoric!" snapped Soun.

"Well, you're right, but that's beside the point."

"Oh, I suppose you're right, Saotome."

+++++++++++++++++++

Ranma stood at the gates of Furinkan with Akane at his side. She was in a combat
ready stance, while he was casually chewing on a toothpick and watching the
scene in front of him through his black shades. "Boy. These guys got no clue how
bad they're gonna get their asses kicked today do they?"

"I don't need your help," growled Akane as the boys rushed forward.

"You really don't think I'm gonna let you have all the fun do ya?" replied Ranma
calmly. The corner of his lip turned up a bit as he popped his knuckles. "Let's
see what they got."

+++++++++++++++++++

???

Well, I'm bored, I don't feel like Gaijin right now, and I've been wanting to do
something like this for a while now.

Don't rag on me about the cigs. They are there and staying there, mostly because
it fits in with the themes of the games.

Dunno when or if I'll write this again. More of a fun idea, that may go
somewhere if I think about it long enough.