Hello Ranma, Genma, Happosai and Shampoo![PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson


Summary: When the Tendo girls first meet the Saotomes, the Saotomes 
doesn't come alone. They've managed to pick up an early-awakened 
Master Happosai and our favourite cat-shifting Chinese Amazon on their 
journey. Master Happosai has already declared Ranma his heir and 
passed on some of his techniques to him. Akane has never needed much 
encouragement to accuse Ranma of being a pervert, but this time 
around, she's actually right!

Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though 
I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This 
series deals with mature subject matters and violence. If this 
disturbs you, don't read. But if it does, then why the heck are you 
watching the show/reading the manga in the first place?

Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, 
although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as 
iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at 
http://hawksgalaxy.com or by clicking on my handle up above.

"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+

*** Roll credits ***


Chapter One:

The three girls around the table were all staring expectantly at the 
forth figure at the table, an older man with a moustache, wondering 
just what it was that their father wanted to announce on this 
particular day. They all noted that he was holding a postcard in his 
hands, which he glanced down at for a moment before his attention 
returned to the girls in front of him.

"My old friend Saotome Genma is coming here, and bringing his son. One 
of you are to marry the boy and carry on the Dojo, securing the Tendo 
legacy!" Soun announced, much to the surprise and consternation of his 
three daughters.

"Hold it right there!" Akane hollered angrily to the surprise of 
nobody around the table, lately, anger had seemed to become Akane's 
favoured emotion and the one she relied on the most. "Don't we get a 
say in just who we're going to marry?" she asked in a tone that 
betrayed the just barely restrained anger boiling just beneath the 
surface. Though Kasumi seemed a bit disturbed by her youngest sister's 
outburst and disrespectful manner towards their father, she couldn't 
quite hide away the concern she herself was feeling at the moment.

"Akane is right, father." Kasumi interjected, using 'father' instead 
of 'respected father' for the first time in years, drawing surprised 
glances from her two sisters who noticed the missing inflection, even 
though their father apparently did not, as worked up as he was over 
his announcement. "We've never even met this boy." she added.

"Well, that's easily fixed. They should be along shortly." Soun 
proclaimed. "Oh, happy day! The joy of a proud father overwhelms me at 
the thought of one of my beloved daughters marrying the son of my best 
friend!"

"They live nearby?" Kasumi asked, wondering just who this 'best 
friend' was. She couldn't recall him ever being mentioned before and 
her father had very few friends. The emotional wreck he'd become after 
the death of his wife, their mother, hadn't gotten any new ones and 
lost many that had been his friends before he went unhinged.

"No. Genma and his son have been on an extended training journey. 
They've just come back from a voyage of education to China." Soun 
replied.

"Wow, China? They must be loaded." Nabiki commented, a calculating 
gleam in her eyes as she pondered this discovery.

"What's so great about going to China?" Akane snorted, the flames of 
her anger stoked even more at the mention of a training journey, it 
appeared as if this boy was a martial artist too. But unlike her, his 
father took him on training journeys. Something Soun had been 
unwilling to do with her.

"Is he cute?" Nabiki inquired.

"How old is he? I hope he's older then me. Younger men are so boring." 
Kasumi commented, her expression somewhere between curious, wistful 
and apprehensive.

"What kind of person is this boy?" Akane demanded.

"I have no idea." Soun cheerfully admitted.

"No idea?" Nabiki repeated suspiciously, her eyes glowing coldly in 
her father's direction.

"I've never met him." Soun replied. "But any son of Saotome Genma is 
bound to be a great man and a fine martial artist! What else could any 
girl wish for?" he asked.

"Let go of me, you old fool!"

All four persons around the table froze and listened intently. The 
angry female voice sounded almost as if it came from within their 
yard.

"I don't care what you say, pops! I can walk on my own. I'm not 
meeting your friend like this and neither should you! You'll scare him 
spitless! Leggo!" the female demanded again and the four of them stood 
up, heading for the veranda. "Stop waving those stupid signs at me. 
Didn't you hear me, you stupid panda? I'm not in the mood to meet'n 
greet some stuffy old Shogi-playing friend of yours like this!"

"He does a lot more then play Shogi, he too was one of my students." a 
male voice commented, one which stopped Soun dead on his feet. His 
three daughters looked with concern at their father who had paled 
significantly, sweated profusely and had a look of obvious fear on his 
face. "Come along now, boys. I want to get out of this rain." the male 
voice ordered and all four Tendo's gasped in shock and surprise as the 
door was whipped aside.

Standing in the doorway, rain drizzling down and a fork of lightening 
thundering down nearby in the background, was a shrivelled up tiny 
little old troll of a man. He was wearing a purple Gi, smoking a pipe 
that had somehow managed to remain lit even in the furious downpour of 
which there had been no signs whatsoever of just a couple of minutes 
earlier. What hair he had, was white with age and wrinkles covered 
just about every single part of his body they could see. But his eyes 
twinkled, bristling with age, wisdom, power and amusement.

"Well, Soun! Aren't you going to greet your old master properly?" the 
old man demanded.

"Master!" Soun cried out and went down on his hands and knees. "I'm so 
happy to see you again, master! What joy! What happiness! I did not 
think I'd ever see you again!" he whimpered, forehead resting against 
the ground. But this 'master' did not even seem to notice him, as his 
eyes were now riveted after having discovered the three Tendo 
daughters.

"Kasumi! Nabiki! Akane! Sweeto!" he exclaimed triumphantly and then 
launched himself through the air over his kneeling student, burying 
his face in Akane's cleavage much to the youngest Tendo's obvious 
surprise and revulsion.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Akane shrieked. "There's a 
troll in my bosom!" she howled. "Get it off! Get it off! Get it off! 
Get it off!" she chanted, too surprised and horrified to do anything 
about it herself.

"Get offa her, you old freak!" the female voice they'd heard earlier 
ordered and a soaking wet, but incredibly attractive redhead strode 
into the house, grasped the odd little man by the scruff of his neck 
as she yanked him away from Akane. She held him up and glanced at 
Akane, her eyes raking across the youngest Tendo in an appreciative 
manner for a moment before she turned her attention to the struggling 
little troll.

"I don't care how good taste in women you have, you can't just grope 
them like that!" the redhead snarled, carried the purple-clad pervert 
by the scruff of his neck to the veranda, ignoring the wet panda that 
was standing there and kicked the troll into the Nerima skyline with a 
powerful and graceful kick. "Stupid freak. Stupid pops." she muttered, 
kicking the panda in it's rear end as she passed him and returned to 
the Tendos, Soun just gaping in awe at her from a still kneeling 
position on the floor. "I'm Saotome Ranma, sorry about this." she 
apologised, shrugging and gesturing at the panda, the veranda and 
herself.

"Oh, my. We have visitors." Kasumi stated, the first one to come back 
to her senses. "Do come in. Please, be seated. I'll have the tea out 
in a moment." she offered, gesturing at the table. "Nabiki, be a dear 
and bring some towels for our guest and her pet, will you?"

"What's it worth to you?" Nabiki reflexively inquired, before slapping 
her hands to her mouth as she realised her mistake.

"I guess it's worth me not getting really vexed with you, sister 
dear." Kasumi replied pleasantly, not even turning around to regard 
Nabiki with her smiling face.

"Ah. Towels. Check." Nabiki muttered and sprinted off as the redhead 
dragged the panda into the house, absently kicking it and muttering 
obscenities under her breath.

"Uh, if it's not too much trouble, could you warm some extra water and 
bring it to me?" the redhead inquired in the direction of the kitchen.

"Of course not." Kasumi replied from within the kitchen as the redhead 
tossed the panda to the ground in front of the table, slapping the 
back of its head before she seated herself.

"Happ..." Soun stuttered, slowly turning around to stare incredulously 
at their visitor as Akane worried. She hadn't seen father so 
completely out of it since just after her mothers death. "Happ..." he 
repeated, slowly seating himself with some help from Akane before she 
too sat down as Nabiki returned with towels.

"Thanks." the girl replied, removed her bulky backpack and red Chinese 
shirt, revealing her flawless topless body without a second thought. 
She wrung the shirt out over the floor and spread it out to dry behind 
her back, then wiped herself off with one of the towels, throwing all 
but one of the others at the panda who deftly started to dry itself 
off with surprisingly human-like motions. Once this was over with, she 
opened her backpack and took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Okay... 
You can... C-c-c-come out now..." she muttered and a petite cat 
climbed out of the backpack, shaking herself off as the redhead took 
another deep breath and covered the cat with the remaining towel, 
hastily drying her off.

This task completed, she threw the towel aside and after rummaging 
through her pack, withdrew a cute Chinese-style dress and a pair of 
panties from it, laying that out on the floor next to the cat. Then 
she rummaged around some more and came up with another red shirt for 
herself, which she slipped into, though she neglected to button it up. 
A fact which the bug-eyed Tendo Soun did not fail to take notice of. 
His mental shut-down had seemed to worsen at the sight of the redheads 
ample breasts and he was now just looking stupidly straight ahead with 
a vacant expression.

Akane was muttering under her breath at the girls lack of modesty, but 
knowing that Kasumi would greatly disapprove if she voiced anything 
critical to a 'respected guest', kept her mouth shut and continued to 
do so until Kasumi returned to the room. Moments later, everybody had 
cups of steaming tea in front of them, the panda a platter of bamboo 
standing in front of it and the cat a bowl of cream set out on the 
floor and the strange girl a kettle of warm water in her right hand.

"Well, like I said. I'm Saotome Ranma, and I'm sorry about all this." 
the redhead said, them doused herself with water from the kettle, 
turning taller, more muscled, black-haired and most importantly, male. 
"This stupid ignorant old fool, is my father, Saotome Genma." he 
continued and doused the panda with water, shrinking it down to an 
obese older man in a white Gi and a cloth wrapped around his bald 
head. "And this, is Shampoo, my fianc�e." he finished and doused the 
cat with water, turning her into a young and very naked purple-haired 
Chinese girl.

"Hello." Genma offered with a faintly embarrassed smile.

"Nihao!" Shampoo greeted them as she towelled herself off in an 
unhurried manner, before she slipped into the dress and panties Ranma 
had put out for her.

+Crash+

"RANMA! How dare you do that to your master?!" the troll demanded as 
it launched itself through the newly acquired hole in the wall, 
glaring furiously at Ranma.

"And this is Master Happosai." Ranma finished with a sigh, gesturing 
helplessly at the little troll in purple.

The End! ( For now... )




--<< Sent By >>--
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
ICQ:21771860
http://hawksgalaxy.com
hawk@telia.com

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