DISCLAIMER: The tallest blades of grass, are the first to get hit by the
lawn mower. I do not own Ranma 1/2, nor am I very tall. I own the the
clone. She's short too.
After a lab accident, Ranma's female form is cloned. Problem is, the full time female clone has a personality of her own and she wants to 'improve' her parent cell's love life. Will she fix Ranma's problems or be more trouble then she's worth?
A very busty female with firy red hair pushed the metal door open and rushed into the first building she reached. "Stupid rain," she mummbled under her breath. "Can't stay a boy for longer then two seconds before someone of something gets me wet again."
The girl was in truth a boy cursed to change gender and become a girl whenever splashed with cold water. His name was Ranma, but thanks to his curse, he was also known as Tree-Dwelling-Pig-Tailed-Girl, Pigtailed Goddess, Juilet, and several other names that could never be repeated among civilized people. "Hello?" she called, wincing in disgust at the female voice that echoed back.
Glancing around, Ranma looked for anyone that might get mad at him for trespassing. Finding no one, the red head looked for cameras that might be much less understanding then a guard. Findind nothing, Ranma's curiousity got to the better of him in his female form and the girl wandered around the dark warehouse she had come into.
When the rain had started, Ranma had run to the nearest building in hopes of getting inside before becoming wet enough for his curse to come into effect. Now that the transformation had came about anyway, the soaked form desided to roam his newest surroundings.
The warehouse was dark with only dim, broken light from the world on the otherside of the open door. Fumbling around, the red head found a flash light. With her his light weilding weapon, Ranma vensered forth. Large crates and moving equipment sat around int semi-neat rows. In the bright light of a sunny day, the warehouse would have looked very dull, but when lit only the glow of the flashlight and the pale gray rays from outside, they were shadowed, dangerous looking, and in all other ways creepy.
Ranma let out a gasp of surprize feeling something stab him. He turned his flashlight to see a short, fat needle with a drop of red blood on it. "Don't these people know to cover that stuff up?" he growled, his female voice making him sound less threatening.
"Ran-chan," a voice called.
The red haired beauty winced, reconginising the voice of his cute fience. "Yea, Ukyo?"
A girl with dark hair held back with a white bandana appeared in the light of Ranma's flashlight. "Hey baby. Why don't you come back with me to my place and we'll heat some water for you while I make something for us to eat?"
At the combined offers of food and hot male--body-restoring water, Ranma was putty in Ukyo's hand and he happily followed the chief away.
A large blue machine came to life senceing the DNA filled life sorce that was blood on one of its many arms. The blood tipped arm retracted so the DNA sample could be taken. Inside the machine, lights turned on, pumps began pumping, and inside a small tube sat a single cell of human DNA. With a pulse, there were two cells, then three, four, the cells replicated until finally there was a small child inside the swelling tube. The child became bigger as it quickly aged.
A day later, two fat docters entered their warehouse lab. "It's a simple process, my friend. You take a DNA sample with one of the arms and it will replicate whatever you put in there. We've been tinkering with it, but so far all atempts to get the clones to be small have failed. They age at an excelerated pace until they reach the age of the spesimen they were cloned from. After that, they age normally." The docter chuckled. "Thankfully, as long as we keep them in their rubber tubes with the formula, they won't awaken or begin aging normally until they are introduced to air."
The second docter nodded happily. "Have you started cloning humans yet?"
"Oh no," the first began. "We haven't resived government approval for cloning something that advanced. Right now, we're cloning bunnies, but all of our test subjects seems to like making bunnies the slow way. We're on our fourth generation already, not counting the clones."
Nodding again, the second docter giggled in a very unmannly way. "Bunnies," he snickered.
"Yes. Bunnies."
The two fat docters laughed and laughed as though bunnies were the funniest things on Earth. They stopped at a cage that had far more bunnies inside then animal protection laws would allow. "How do you tell the clones from the originals?" the second docter asked, snuggling a bunny from the cage.
"They have three cute little scars behind the right ear. We call them the Orion's Mark."
"Because they look like the belt on Orion?" the second docter asked, looking at the small scar at the base of the bunny's ear.
The first docter frowned. "They do?" He looked behind the bunny's ear. "Hey! They do! Wow, all this time we've been calling it Orion's Mark because that's my grandson's name."
"Hanah had the baby?" the second docter squealed.
The first docter nodded. "Eight pounds, six inches. A very healthy boy. Already asked if I could put his DNA in the database for future cloning. That way they could have twins."
The two docters chuckled. Their chubby faces jiggling. The second docter looked up. "How many bunnies are in that disurbingly large tube back there?"
The first docter looked. "There shouldn't be any. I've been on vacation and I know there was nothing in cloner number three when I left."
The two docters waddled over to the large blue machine. "Well, it says it's reached the age of the parent cell. What could it be."
The fat docters stared at the over sreached tube. "Why aren't these see through?" the second docter asked.
"We feared what whould happen when we started cloning foxes." The first docter motioned to the plump rabbits.
Curious, the docters put theier chubby faces very close to a button labeled 'open.' "Let's see what it is," the second docter said happily. Agreeing, the first docter pressed the button.
The tube popped and out fell a very slimy, very naked, and very large chested red headed teenage girl.
"Um..."
"If the government found out about this, we could be in big trouble."
"Take her home then."
"MY WIFE WOULD KILL ME!" The first docter sheiked. "You take her."
The second docter shook his head. "My boyfriend would make me sleep on the couch for a year at least." The first docter's eyes buldged. "What? You didn't know I was gay?" The first docter's jaw dropped. "Hojo, I lived with six beautiful women through out my teenaged years and you know I wasn't attracked to any of them." Hojo stared. "You knew my male room mate was interested in floral arrangments! Think man, think."
"If I'm married and you're gay, what do we do with the girl? She can't stay here!"
The second docter frowned. "How about we wrap her up in that blanket you bought at Wal-Mart on the way here and shove her outside and pretend we've never seen her before."
"Why would you think I'd do something so cruel?"
"If you do, we can make breakfast tacos."
"Ok then!" Hojo said happily.
Soon after, a confused clone found herself in the rain with only a blanket to cover her. "Um..." She blinked and looked at the water pooling in her hand. "I get the feeling I don't like cold water," she said aload as she watched it. "And I have a sudden craving for okonomiyaki."
Review. Also, vote for who you want me to match up. And no, you can't match up Ranma with his clone. That's just be gross.
After a lab accident, Ranma's female form is cloned. Problem is, the full time female clone has a personality of her own and she wants to 'improve' her parent cell's love life. Will she fix Ranma's problems or be more trouble then she's worth?
A very busty female with firy red hair pushed the metal door open and rushed into the first building she reached. "Stupid rain," she mummbled under her breath. "Can't stay a boy for longer then two seconds before someone of something gets me wet again."
The girl was in truth a boy cursed to change gender and become a girl whenever splashed with cold water. His name was Ranma, but thanks to his curse, he was also known as Tree-Dwelling-Pig-Tailed-Girl, Pigtailed Goddess, Juilet, and several other names that could never be repeated among civilized people. "Hello?" she called, wincing in disgust at the female voice that echoed back.
Glancing around, Ranma looked for anyone that might get mad at him for trespassing. Finding no one, the red head looked for cameras that might be much less understanding then a guard. Findind nothing, Ranma's curiousity got to the better of him in his female form and the girl wandered around the dark warehouse she had come into.
When the rain had started, Ranma had run to the nearest building in hopes of getting inside before becoming wet enough for his curse to come into effect. Now that the transformation had came about anyway, the soaked form desided to roam his newest surroundings.
The warehouse was dark with only dim, broken light from the world on the otherside of the open door. Fumbling around, the red head found a flash light. With her his light weilding weapon, Ranma vensered forth. Large crates and moving equipment sat around int semi-neat rows. In the bright light of a sunny day, the warehouse would have looked very dull, but when lit only the glow of the flashlight and the pale gray rays from outside, they were shadowed, dangerous looking, and in all other ways creepy.
Ranma let out a gasp of surprize feeling something stab him. He turned his flashlight to see a short, fat needle with a drop of red blood on it. "Don't these people know to cover that stuff up?" he growled, his female voice making him sound less threatening.
"Ran-chan," a voice called.
The red haired beauty winced, reconginising the voice of his cute fience. "Yea, Ukyo?"
A girl with dark hair held back with a white bandana appeared in the light of Ranma's flashlight. "Hey baby. Why don't you come back with me to my place and we'll heat some water for you while I make something for us to eat?"
At the combined offers of food and hot male--body-restoring water, Ranma was putty in Ukyo's hand and he happily followed the chief away.
A large blue machine came to life senceing the DNA filled life sorce that was blood on one of its many arms. The blood tipped arm retracted so the DNA sample could be taken. Inside the machine, lights turned on, pumps began pumping, and inside a small tube sat a single cell of human DNA. With a pulse, there were two cells, then three, four, the cells replicated until finally there was a small child inside the swelling tube. The child became bigger as it quickly aged.
A day later, two fat docters entered their warehouse lab. "It's a simple process, my friend. You take a DNA sample with one of the arms and it will replicate whatever you put in there. We've been tinkering with it, but so far all atempts to get the clones to be small have failed. They age at an excelerated pace until they reach the age of the spesimen they were cloned from. After that, they age normally." The docter chuckled. "Thankfully, as long as we keep them in their rubber tubes with the formula, they won't awaken or begin aging normally until they are introduced to air."
The second docter nodded happily. "Have you started cloning humans yet?"
"Oh no," the first began. "We haven't resived government approval for cloning something that advanced. Right now, we're cloning bunnies, but all of our test subjects seems to like making bunnies the slow way. We're on our fourth generation already, not counting the clones."
Nodding again, the second docter giggled in a very unmannly way. "Bunnies," he snickered.
"Yes. Bunnies."
The two fat docters laughed and laughed as though bunnies were the funniest things on Earth. They stopped at a cage that had far more bunnies inside then animal protection laws would allow. "How do you tell the clones from the originals?" the second docter asked, snuggling a bunny from the cage.
"They have three cute little scars behind the right ear. We call them the Orion's Mark."
"Because they look like the belt on Orion?" the second docter asked, looking at the small scar at the base of the bunny's ear.
The first docter frowned. "They do?" He looked behind the bunny's ear. "Hey! They do! Wow, all this time we've been calling it Orion's Mark because that's my grandson's name."
"Hanah had the baby?" the second docter squealed.
The first docter nodded. "Eight pounds, six inches. A very healthy boy. Already asked if I could put his DNA in the database for future cloning. That way they could have twins."
The two docters chuckled. Their chubby faces jiggling. The second docter looked up. "How many bunnies are in that disurbingly large tube back there?"
The first docter looked. "There shouldn't be any. I've been on vacation and I know there was nothing in cloner number three when I left."
The two docters waddled over to the large blue machine. "Well, it says it's reached the age of the parent cell. What could it be."
The fat docters stared at the over sreached tube. "Why aren't these see through?" the second docter asked.
"We feared what whould happen when we started cloning foxes." The first docter motioned to the plump rabbits.
Curious, the docters put theier chubby faces very close to a button labeled 'open.' "Let's see what it is," the second docter said happily. Agreeing, the first docter pressed the button.
The tube popped and out fell a very slimy, very naked, and very large chested red headed teenage girl.
"Um..."
"If the government found out about this, we could be in big trouble."
"Take her home then."
"MY WIFE WOULD KILL ME!" The first docter sheiked. "You take her."
The second docter shook his head. "My boyfriend would make me sleep on the couch for a year at least." The first docter's eyes buldged. "What? You didn't know I was gay?" The first docter's jaw dropped. "Hojo, I lived with six beautiful women through out my teenaged years and you know I wasn't attracked to any of them." Hojo stared. "You knew my male room mate was interested in floral arrangments! Think man, think."
"If I'm married and you're gay, what do we do with the girl? She can't stay here!"
The second docter frowned. "How about we wrap her up in that blanket you bought at Wal-Mart on the way here and shove her outside and pretend we've never seen her before."
"Why would you think I'd do something so cruel?"
"If you do, we can make breakfast tacos."
"Ok then!" Hojo said happily.
Soon after, a confused clone found herself in the rain with only a blanket to cover her. "Um..." She blinked and looked at the water pooling in her hand. "I get the feeling I don't like cold water," she said aload as she watched it. "And I have a sudden craving for okonomiyaki."
Review. Also, vote for who you want me to match up. And no, you can't match up Ranma with his clone. That's just be gross.