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“So, Saotome,” Soun began as he took one of Panda-san’s pieces in their
current game of Go. “How are we going to explain this to the fiancee
pretenders?”
Panda-san held out a sign that read, “Who left?”
“Saotome!”
Another sign quickly appeared as the giant panda cowered from Soun’s
intimidating chi head. This one said, “The truth! The truth! (Not like they
can go and kill Son Gokuu)”
Soun calmed down, and nodded. “Where do you get those signs, anyway?” Soun
asked, not expecting an answer.
A third sign appeared. “Signspace. The sign equivilent of Akane’s
hammerspace.”
“I see,” Soun said, nodding in an either ominous or petrified pattern.
“Welcome to our home,” Chi-chi bowed, as she greeted her guests in the family
room. She turned, and in a Frau Farbisima-like voice, yelled, “Camo greet our
guests, Kanki!”
Upstairs, Kanki heard to penertrating voice and shuddered, while talking on
her cordless phone. She floated downstairs, waved, and began to turn around,
when she was stopped by her mother.
“Don’t think I don’t know your eyes were closed,” Chi-chi dryly reprimanded.
So Kanki opened her eyes, which gazed at the two visitors who who gaping at
another person flying. Kanki’s eyes turned to kawaii, throbbing hearts as she
took a closer look at Ranma. “Something came up,” Kanki said to her friend,
“Talk to you later.” She turned the phone off and tossed it onto the couch,
and continued drooling at Ranma, trying to mentally undress him. Akane
noticed this, and and started simmering with anger. With the cry of “He’s
_my_ fiancee,” Akane knocked Kanki through the roof with a medium sized
mallet.
Ranma, not noticing what Kanki had been doing, asked himself, “What’s she
being protective about? Wait, Akane is being _protective_ of me. Kami-sama
must have needed something to laugh at.”
Gokuu was also stunned. “She hit a Super Saiya-jin? Maybe it was a good thing
to bring her along, so she can build her skills.”
Chi-chi was more shocked than anyone, but mainly because there was a
Kanki-shaped hole in her roof.
Realizing what she had done, Akane dismissed her hammer, and performed the
Crouch of the Preying Tiger, which she had learned long ago from watching
Genma. “Sorry about this. I’m Tendo Akane.”
Chi-chi nodded, then turned her gaze to Ranma. “Saotome Ranma.”
“Nice to meet you,” the unexpectedly cheerful Chi-chi said. “At least Gokuu
found someone to pay the bills,” she thought.
Kanki flew into the room through her hole, carrying the materials she had
been sent through. “Nice hit,” she commented. “Caught me off guard, but good
nonetheless. Is she the one you were searching for, daddy?”
Gokuu scratched his head, “Well, not exactly. She’s more of a tagalong that
proved herself worthy. Ranma’s the one I was searching for.”
“Hey,” Ranma said as his fingers formed the peace sign and he was surrounded
by the sparkles of a shojo male background. Suddenly coming back to the real
world, Ranma turned to Gokuu, and asked, “When can we begin?”
“After dinner. I’m starving!”
“Dinner?” Akane said, “I’ll help out.”
“Sure,” Chi-chi said, as Ranma went white.
“I’ll go unpack,” Ranma groaned, as he knew that there would be no dinner
tonight. “Unless,” he thought, while turning to Gokuu again. “Gokuu, you may
want to get takeout.”
“What’s takeout?”
“Nevermind,” Ranma said. “Yes,” he thought, “He is preposterously naïve.”
Ranma recovered, as he saw Gokuu was waiting for him to continue. “Are there
any restaurants near here?”
“Take a look, dinner will be a while,” Gokuu said, not knowing the truth of
his statement. Ranma put Akane and his bags down, and looked outside.
“We, we’re in the middle of nowhere!?”
“No, we’re in the sector just east of that,” Gokuu said.
“Wonderful,” Ranma sighed.
Meanwhile, at Capsule Corporation, Trunks was waiting outside the
regeneration tank, very beaten. “When is he going to get out of there?”
Trunks demanded of his father.
“When he recovers. I guess I hit him harder than I should have,” Vegita said.
>From the look on his face, he was also getting impatient. “It’s your fault
for stopping your training just to work at Capsule Corp, then getting beaten
to a pulp by Goten.”
The monitors bleeped. “Finally,” the father and son said, simultaneously.
The fluid drained, and Ryoga opened his eyes, to gaze upon the man from
before and another young man, who was bleeding from several places and had
many indents and swells where there should be none. “So it wasn’t a dream,”
Ryoga thought.
Vegita took Ryoga outside, and Trunks got into the tank, much to his relief.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Vegita sneered. “Come meet the
family.”
Ryoga nodded, and followed the man into the main building. A middle aged
woman who was desperately trying to hide her age appeared. “I’m Bulma,
Vegita’s husband, and owner of Capsule Corporation. Nice to meet you, Ryoga.”
Ryoga smiled, he was still trying to get the fluid out of his ears. “Nice to
meet you,” he bowed.
“My, so formal,” Bulma said, “That’s unnecessary here. You are a family
member, as far as I’m concerned, as long as Vegita is teaching you. Bra, come
meet your father’s student!”
“Sorry, Kanki, I have to go. The old matriarch is calling again. Wants me to
meet someone,” Bra said. She was a well developed girl, the same age as
Kanki, so she got along much better with her than with Pan, who always tried
to steal their boyfriends. She was still wearing her school uniform, which
consisted of a blue skirt and white top, with a red neckerchief. “Coming!”
she called.
When she arrived, Ryoga was banging the water out of his ears, but stopped as
he looked at Bra. Both of them thought, “Not bad, could use a little work,
but not bad.”
Vegita spoke up, “This is my daughter Bra. The man you saw before is my son,
Trunks.”
“Nice to meet you,” Bra and Ryoga said to each other, while blushing.
“Think unsexy thoughts,” Bra thought, as the envisioned her mom without a
facelift. “Ewww, gross.”
“Why am I blushing?” Ryoga thought, “She’s so young, and there’s Akane, and I
change into a little pig with cold water, and, well.” He couldn’t think of
any excuses, so he went right to the confession, “She’s so cute.”
Trunks came into the room, wearing his casual clothes, which consisted of a
tight while shirt and blue pants. “I feel much better,” he said, while
performing a few basic katas.
Basic to him, anyway. Ryoga had never seen anyone flip around in the air and
change body directions so many times before landing. “There’s something not
usual about this family,” he thought.
“Let’s go get dinner,” Bulma suggested, and she put on her coat, demanding
that Trunks and Vegita do the same, as they weren;t wearing the warmest of
clothes.
Everyone nodded, and Ryoga walked into the closet instead of out the door.
Bra giggled.
So, Akane helped Chi-chi out in the kitchen, as Ranma unpacked their stuff,
Kanki studied, and Gokuu slept. Getting bored with looking around the small
house, Ranma went to Kanki’s room, and helped her with her homework.
Downstairs, the kitchen was messier than it had been in a long time. “No,
Akane,” Chi-chi said. “That’s steak sauce, you want soy sauce.”
“Thanks,” Akane said, while crying on the inside at her near-mistake. She
grabber the soy sauce bottle.
“Looks like you’ve gotten the hang of it,” Chi-chi said. “I’ll be in the
family room, call if you need anything.” Chi-chi walked out and grinned.
After thrity-some-odd years of working in the kitchen, she had someone that
wanted to do the work. “A well deserved break,” she thought as she slumped
onto the couch, next to Gokuu.
One minute later, a rather loud explosion was heard from the now smoky
kitchen, then another, and another. All through the explosive fest, Akane
could be heard repeating, “Not again!” and “What did I do _this_ time?”
Once the smog had cleared, the kitchen was a blackened mess, as was Akane’s
face and front side. Dinner was destroyed, and Ranma, Kanki, and Chi-chi
looked on, some in a mocking laughter, others in disbelief. Gokuu woke up,
went to the kitchen and asked, “Where’s dinner?”
Ranma proudly stated, “Akane disintegrated it,” then shot an I _told_ you so
look at Gokuu.
“Of, right,” Gokuu said, remembering something. “Chi-chi, Akane is also here
to learn how to cook. She has, well, problems with preparing food.”
“Yes,” Chi-chi said, “Wonderful.”
“But Shampoo, you haven’t heard from Ranma, or seen him, for almost a week.
The Tendos said he was out training with Akane indefinately! Why won’t you
marry me?” the nearsighted Amazon begged his purple haired beauty.
“Quiet, stupid Mousse,” Shampoo glared at the pathetic figure before her. “Is
not as if Ranma has no disappeared for long time without telling me.”
The door to the Nekohanten opened, and in walked a wooden cane carrying
Cologne. She smiled at Shampoo. “Hello, dear. I trust everything is has been
well since I visited Joketsuzoku.”
Shampoo looked glum, “Well, great grandmother, there a problem.”
Mousse got off of his knees and triumphantly proclaimed, “Ranma Saotome has
fled Nerima, unwilling to accept my challenge for Shampoo’s hand in marriage!”
As Mousse began to laugh uncontrollably, Cologne sneered. “Now, Mousse, you
know by now that I don’t believe anything you say.”
Cologne jumped off of the wooden stick and walked over to Shampoo. “Shampoo,
why don’t you accompany me to the kitchen, it’s almost time to open, and we
wouldn’t want to ne unprepared.”
“You talking new awful well, great grandmother,” Shampoo said. The two walked
into the kitchen of the restaurant, Mousse picking up the rear. After walking
inside, Cologne promptly slammed the door shut, knocking Mousse off his feet,
and into the bucket of water he had been using to mop the floor.
“Quack, quack! Quack!” Mousse yelled angrily at the Amazon matriarch.
“I can’t believe he would just up and run, and with Akane at that,” Cologne
cursed. “Damn that delinquent son-in-law. We’ll set out to find him
immediately.”
“But, we no know where Ranma is!” Shampoo noted.
“Quiet, child!” Cologne snapped. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Ranma’s
tainted ki is unique, it won’t be hard to locate it.
“Great grandmother can do that?” Shampoo gasped.
“Once again, stay silent Shampoo. I must concentrate.” Cologne stood atop her
cane, closed her eyes, and peered at the ki levels across the world.
Shampoo looked on. “What she doing,” she wondered. “Nothing happening.”
Suddenly, Cologne fell off of her cane, smacking the ground with her head
quite ungracefully.
“Great grandmother?” Shampoo asked. “You okay?”
“No,” Cologne replied. “None of us are okay. That has to be the highest ki
level I’ve ever sensed! and there’s another almost as high right next to it,
and then there’s Ranma next to that one. What could he possibly be doing in
the company of such high readings?”
“Um, Mousse forget to tell you that Ranma actually leave town to train with
Akane and someone named Son Gokuu.” Shampoo looked at her great grandmother’s
rapidly depressing face. “What wrong?”
“Child, Son Gokuu is among the winners of the Tenkaichi Budokai. He’s trained
with Kami-sama and countless other incredible masters. And best of all, his
martial arts potential is boundless. I know, I’ve been following his paths
for quite some time now.”
“Why you say best of all?” Shampoo questioned.
Cologne laughed. “You see, don’t you Shampoo? If Ranma trains with Son Gokuu,
he will become infinately stronger, and far more suitable a husband for you.
The children you bear with him could easily be world reknowned!”
“But how we get Ranma to marry Shampoo if Ranma so powerful?”
“That, child, is where this comes in,” Cologne grinned, holding up an orange
crystal sphere with three red stars inside.
Shampoo and Cologne walked outside, and Cologne pressed a button on the
outside of the restaurant. After a small, dusty explosion, all that was left
was a small capsule with the number 42 on it.
“Ranma. Left. Town. Again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ukyo screamed, maniacly slamming
pieces of fish, vegetables, and splats of sauce onto her okinomiyaki. “Damn
him!”
The customers at the Ucchan stared at the owner and chef. Ukyo didn’t seem to
care. “How. Could. He?” she sobbed, then looked at the okinomiyaki she was
preparing. “That’s disturbing,” she said, then looked at the staring crowd.
“Sorry, folks, could you come back later? I’m not feeling myself today.”
The customers obliged. Ukyo sank down to her knees, holding her latest
creation in her palms. It pictured a shrimp Ukyo drowning in a sea of soy
sauce with an egg Ranma laughing at her. She sighed. “I guess I’m off to find
him again.”
Trunks looked longingly at the gravity room. The gravity panel on the door
read 20 G, while the timer was still increasing. “Damn that Ryoga. How am I
supposed to train if he stays in the room for hours on end?”
Just then, Vegita approached from down the hallway. He was wearing his usual
blue pants and shirt, white gloves, belt, and boots, and a watch. Vegita went
up to the gravity panel and looked at the watch, “That is exactly 5 hours.
Wait for it, wait. Now!” He pressed the release button, and the 20 G reading
rapidly fell to 1 G.
Trunks sighed. “Dad, do you have to let him train for so long? I wanna
workout in the gravity room too.”
Vegita scowled. “Why don’t you whine some more, Trunks. Or ask you mother to
snap her fingers and build a new one, like she did for your job?”
Trunks backed off. “Whatever, dad.”
“No, Trunks, not ‘whatever.’ If you had been a good little Saiyajin prince
and trained like I wanted you to from the start, you wouldn’t be so weak. But
no, you had to be half-human.”
“But Ryoga’s a complete human!”
“So’s your mother, does that mean I don’t like her?”
Trunks stopped. “How did he get so good at comebacks?” he asked himself.
Ryoga stepped out of the gravity room, his face bruised, clothes mostly
ruined, and breath shallow. “Which way to the tank?” he asked.
Vegita’s scowl became a smirk. “We’re not going to the regeneration talk
today, Ryoga. There’s something much more important in store for you.”
Trunks silently jumped for joy, as he played around on the gravity panel,
sending the machine up to 1000 G. “This’ll show dad who’s worth training,” he
thought, and walked inside, door closing after him.
“That’s not right,” Vegita thought. “Trunks training at 1000 G? His highest
level has been 500 G without going Super Saiyajin, and that was when he was
in good shape.”
Suddenly, it hit Vegita. He walked over to the speaker panel and shouted at
his son, “You no good half-breed! If you even think I’m going to train you,
you’ve got another thing coming! Why don’t you beg Son Goten for help?”
“What are you doing, Vegita?” Ryoga asked, halfway passed out. “That’ll just
get him angry.”
Vegita smiled once again. “That’s right, boy. That’s exactly what it’ll do.”
With that said, he flicked Ryoga on the forehead, knocking the lost child
into unconsciousness.
“Bulma, could you take a look at Ryoga, here?” Vegita asked. Bulma didn’t
respond from her position in front of the Capsule Corp. main terminal.
“Woman! Stop trying to save humanity with another expensive byproduct and
scan my student with in biolab!” Vegita sweated. “We does she play these
games with me?” he asked himself.
Bulma giggled. “I love it when you’re violent. Bring him with me.”
As they walked down the halls of their mansion, Bulma inquired, “So, what’s
this all about?”
Vegita looked at her. “Come on. You know what a pain it is to fix our walls
because he can’t find his way around, so just bashes through things.”
“You want we to get rid of his hilarious “Eternally Lost” genes?”
“You got it. Oh, and while you’re at it, try and tweak his DNA to recover
faster from damage.”
“Right, sure thing, Vegita.Go play with Trunks or Bra,” she said, walking
into the room labeled Biolab, and slamming the door in Vegita’s face.
“Trunks!” Vegita’s mental alarm flared, as he flew full speed to the gravity
room, arriving seconds later. The gravity panel read 5000 G. “What the hell?”
Vegita screamed, ingniting the Super Saiyajin within him, and entering the
gravity room.
As he walked in, the intense gravity weighed him down. “Damn that Trunks,”
Vegita thought. “It’s going to be torture getting him out of here. Where is
he anyway?”
Vegita looked all around. The room was much bigger on the inside than physics
would dictate, seeing that is was very small from the outside. That’s what
happens when you pierce new dimensions. “Trunks!” Vegita called. “Trunks?” He
stopped short, senses tingling that some immense power source was heading at
him, faster than he thought possible.
>From a great distance, a golden yellow aura approached Vegita, and it was
suddenly on top of him. The figure was wearing loose cargo pants and a
Capsule Corp. tank-top, just as Trunks had been wearing. His hair was golden
yellow, and much spikier than Vegita had ever seen on his son. Vegita
smirked. “So, it did work.” He screamed in anger, and Vegita’s hair was now
more perky, muscles larger, and aura greater. “Congratulations, son,” Vegita
said, aiming a strong punch to Trunk’s jaw, which Trunks easily caught.
“That’s not right,” Vegita thought, “I was really trying to hurt him!”
“Father,” Trunks whispered to the wide eyed Vegita, “Never underestimate a
Saiyajin-human hybrid.” With that, he punched Vegita in his gut, sending him
flying out of the gravity room.
Bulma hear a loud series of crashes. “What’s going on down there?” she
thought. “Well, I’m almost done, I’ll find out soon enough.” She looked back
to the table that Ryoga was lying on. “Just one more check on that DNA.” She
peered into her looking glass. “Damn, it keeps on overriding my changes.
What’s it looking for?”
“Ranma,” Ryoga groaned, “Must defeat Ranma.”
“So, after setting the water to boil, you slowly and carefully slice the
vegetables,” Chi-chi motioned towards various appliances. “Then, once the
water is boiling, add the rice, and cover the pot.”
“Okay,” Akane said, closing her eyes. “I’m going to try it.” She pulled the
sleeves of her shirt back to prepare for the task at hand, saying, “Let’s do
it!”
Akane frantically ran from station to station in the kitchen, filling her
tray with the items she would need to make her new challenge: Vegetable Stir
Fry with White Rice.
“Akane,” Chi-chi said, sweating. “You won’t be needing that.” Chi-chi grabbed
the bottle of arsenic from the girl, and replaced it with soy sauce. “I
thought I told you to always cook with a level head.”
“I’m sorry,” Akane said. “I’ll calm down.”
“Breath in, breath out, then continue boiling the water.”
Akane sighed. One week gone, and it wasn’t getting much easier. “Where did
Ranma and Gokuu go?”
“The boys? Oh, they just went up to see Kami-sama for a favor. Ranma isn’t
Gokuu’s size, so he needed new clothes for him. I suppose that once we’re
done, you’ll meet Kami-sama too.”
“Kami-sama? You can’t be serious.”
“You’ll never know it you don’t pass my cooking class, so don’t stop slicing
those carrots.”
Gokuu and Ranma were flying down from Kami’s Palace. “I can’t believe that
Kami-sama is an alien,” Ranma said.
“So am I.”
“But he’s green.”
“Anyway,” Gokuu said, quickly changinc the subject, “You seem to have good
control over bukujutsu.”
“Flying?” Ranma asked. “No sweat. I just never thought of using my ki to move
my body. I feel bad for Akane. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“I think it’s best if Chi-chi tutors her in the kitchen before any more
explosions result,” Gokuu grinned, remembering her first attempt to cook his
meal.
“Yeah, but I can’t wait to do some more training with you.”
“That just might change,” Gokuu smirked, taking Ranma’s hand and teleporting
to his house.
“Put this on,” Gokuu said, tossing the clothing at Ranma.
Ranma caught it, or thought he had. “What the hell is this? These must weigh
as much as I do!”
“Put it on,” Gokuu instructed. “You’re lucky you get it spread out as clothes
for your first time. I had to wear a turtle shell on my back. But don’t
worry, it won’t take you long to get used to it.” Gokuu walked inside,
stomach growling.
“I wonder if this is really going to make me stronger,” Ranma thought. “But
if he thinks it’s discouraging, Gokuu’s got another thing coming to him!”
Ranma put the black weighted clothes on, and threw his usual red shirt on
over it. “Gotta remember to thank Pop for making our training bags so heavy.”
“So, Bra, tell me about this guy your dad is training,” Kanki said over the
phone.
“Who, Ryoga? He’s a little strange. First of all, he doesn’t know left from
right, and he’s kinda stupid. But I think my dad’s taking a shine to him.
More than Trunks, definately,” Bra informed her friend.
“Sounds fun. What’s Ryoga actually like?” Kanki pressed.
“He actually has really good manners, better than any I’m used to seeing. And
he’s so shy around me I just want to hug him until he says he likes me.”
“And?”
“He’s hot, okay!? That’s what you wanted to know? Kanki, you’re way too
pushy.”
Kanki couldn’t help but smile. Bra had finally admitted she had a crush. This
would circulate around Orange Star High School for at least a week or two.
“How about you, huh, wonder girl?” Bra asked.
“How about me what?” Kanki asked, recovering from her devilish machinations.
“The new guy in your house? How’s he?”
“Well, he isn’t worth the trouble. I mean, I like him and all, but his
fiancee pounded me through the roof when I got googly eyed, and I had to
promise my mom to not interfere.”
“Some human chick manage to hit you? A Super Saiyajin?” Bra was now the one
that couldn’t contain herself.
“Yeah, but it’s weird. She and Ranma seem to hate each other, and she has no
good qualities to speak of. I mean, she almost blew up our kitchen in her
first attempt at making dinner. Dad was so hungry he almost cried.”
“Ranma? Did you say Ranma?” Bra asked. “Ranma Saotome?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Ranma is all Ryoga ever talks about. Have to be stronger than Ranma this and
have to beat Ranma for doing that. I guess they know each other.”
“Kanki!” Chi-chi yelled from downstairs. “Dinner’s ready!”
“Gotta go, Bra. See you in school.”
“Tomorrow, Kanki.”
Kanki went downstairs, where the table was set up for a high class meal. “So,
what’s for dinner?” She asked.
“Vegetable Stir Fry with White Rice,” her mother said.
“What? No meat?” the starving Gokuu asked. “Chi-chi, how am I supposed to
train on a vegetable diet?”
“Quiet.”
“Okay, here it comes,” Akane said from the kitchen. She walked out carrying a
pot of white rice, a bowl with slightly browned vegetables, and a bottle of
soy sauce.
“Hey, looks good,” Ranma said, sitting down in his place around the table.
“How’s the clothing?” Gokuu asked.
“Not too bad,” Ranma laughed, “Guess my Pop actually did something right with
my training.”
“Hey, Ranma?” Kanki began. “You know someone named Hibiki Ryoga?”
“Ryoga?” Ranma asked. “Why?”
“Well, it’s just that Bra told me her dad was training someone named Ryoga.
He’s already using their gravity room on 20 G. She mentioned that he keeps
saying your name.”
“Vegita’s training a human?” Chi-chi asked. “That wasn’t expected.”
“Yes it was,” Gokuu sighed. “So he wants to beat me by training a student to
be better than mine, does he? Well, we’re not going to let him, right Ranma?”
“Right!” Ranma exclaimed, shoving more vegetables in his mouth.
“So,” Akane asserted, “How does everyone like my dinner?”
“Akane’s dinner?” Gokuu and Ranma asked simultaneously, before passing out
from the shock that Akane actually cooked something edible. And they liked it.
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