Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I'm not making any money off writing this… ahh I probably wouldn't make very much anyway.

Ranma's Author's Notes: This is set roughly a year after the events of G Revolution. Tyson, Kenny and Hilary are around 16-17, and Kai is 17-18 years old. Also….I am HIGHLY against dieting and bein' skinny like a rake, so I hope some parts of this fic don't offend anyone, though it's a humour, so don't take it too seriously... Er and, yes I am working on all my fics! TyKa will always own my heart.

This will be a 3 part fic!

You Can Never Look Too Good

The sun was shining brightly down on Bay City Park as Tyson, Kenny and Hilary lounged on the grass. Well, Tyson lounged on the grass, Kenny and Hilary sat on a bench nearby as they unpacked some picnic items they had brought along for the day.

Over on the other side of the hill in the centre of the park, the team could hear little kids beyblading in some of the dishes that were set up, but this time Tyson wasn't teaching – at least he wouldn't be for a while.

Because of the destructive last battle with Brooklyn and team BEGA the summer before, the Beyblading World Championships scheduled for this year had to be postponed until the BBA was fully up and running again. Everyone had been disappointed to hear it, but the lack of a huge tournament didn't stop kids from beyblading. In fact, Kenny figured that everyone was training extra hard for when the championships did return. Team BBA Revolutions was going to be hard pressed to defend their title. Tyson was confident though, so the week after school let out the three friends were enjoying the beginning of summer vacation by lazing around.

"Mmmmm those noodles were great Kenny! Tell your mom she's a life-saver." Tyson moaned as he rubbed his stomach in appreciation of the food Mrs. Dion had packed them.

"I'm sure she'll be glad to hear it." The Chief rolled his eyes.

"Yeah!" Tyson winked and then looked around for left over food. "Got anymore?"

"You're still hungry?" Hilary asked in bewilderment. Somehow she never got over how much Tyson or even Daichi could put away. She surveyed the containers they had brought and shrugged. "You're out of luck Tyson, they're all gone!"

"Aw…" The baseball capped teen's smile faded before it brightened again and he grabbed for his backpack. "Heh no problem… I was saving these for after lunch anyway…"

Hilary and Kenny blinked as Tyson pulled out a couple boxes of ice-cream sandwiches, which luckily hadn't melted yet.

"Ta da!" Tyson brandished the box of treasure and ripped open the top, tossing it to the Chief. "Here you guys, dig in!"

"Hey, great idea Tyson!" Kenny smiled and took one for himself as he booted his laptop up.

"Nothing like icecream on a hot summer day." Tyson proclaimed patting the box with a grin.

The three friends enjoyed the warm sun and ate the dessert treats Tyson had bought. Everything was ordinary, just like it always had been. Although, Tyson seemed to be eating a lot…

"Tyson that was your 6th ice cream sandwich." Hilary observed dubiously. "Are you sure you should be opening another box?"

Tyson gave her a flat look. "Hey I'm hungry! Besides they'll melt if I don't eat 'em." The baseball capped teen laughed.

Hilary watched her friend with a skeptical eye. Tyson, Kenny and her had been around each other often enough this year that nothing really seemed out of place. They all spent enough time together that any gradual change was kind of hard to notice. Now that she took a good look though, she wondered how she had ever missed this.

Tyson was getting fat.

The world champ's red jacket that had always just fit was looking like it was going to bust off of him if he reached too far. He'd also used to wear tight jeans, but he had switched to baggy shorts a long time ago. Actually… she couldn't remember when that had happened! She had figured it to be a change in clothes, not a change in pants size. His once slim fitting yellow t-shirt was struggling to cover the now rounded belly, and when a bit of melted ice cream fell and splotched onto it, Tyson didn't even notice.

'Ergh…' Hilary cringed and leaned away subtly, elbowing a typing Kenny in the side.

"Ow!" The Chief rubbed his wound and steadied his laptop, glaring at his short-haired friend. "Hilary! What is-"

"Look!" Hilary interrupted, pointing at Tyson. Kenny glanced at the eating world champ and frowned at the taller girl. "What? It's just Tyson, Hilary! What's wrong?"

The girl paused at that and gave her pony-tailed friend a measured look before turning back to Kenny. "That's just it! It's Tyson… I mean… he's……….. he's fat!" Hilary half-whispered in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Kenny looked completely dumbfounded.

"THIS!" The brunette forcibly turned the Chief's head in the direction of their blissfully eating and unaware friend. It took a few long moments for it to finally register the heavy changes that Tyson was now carrying as unusual to Kenny, but when it did, the bespectacled teen just shook his head in wonder.

"I guess… he is… When did he get like that?" Kenny asked aloud.

"Don't ask me." Hilary huffed and returned to nibbling her own ice-cream sandwich, shooting taken aback looks at Tyson the whole time.

'Come to think of it… he has been really inactive this year…' Kenny thought, adjusting his glasses as he peered at Tyson. Actually, the short genius had to struggle to remember a time in the past months when Tyson hadn't been eating something whenever they got together. 'Aaah… I can't believe I didn't notice this!' Though Tyson's choice of baggy clothing and his always-round cheeks probably had helped in making it unnoticeable…

Kenny shook his head. "Maybe we shouldn't say anything right no-mmf!"

Hilary's hand slapped onto the Chief's mouth muffling anything more he was going to say. "Tyson…" Hilary started, trying to say this with as much tact as possible. "It looks like you've gained a bit of weight, haven't you?"

"Hwuh?" The world champion looked up in total confusion, and the other two teens held their breaths waiting for some kind of loud, angry denial.

"Oooooh… yeah." Tyson shrugged casually. "I was meaning to get my game back this summer, but I haven't gotten to it yet. I guess everybody's chances of beating us this next championship is up until I'm back in top form huh? Hahahahah!" The baseball-capped teen laughed and opened up another sandwich.

Hilary and Kenny's eyes widened in alarm.

"What the…" Hilary said speechlessly.

"Hey! Awesome! If I eat enough of these things there's a ten thousand dollar prize I could win…. Sweet!" The midnight blue haired teen surveyed his ice-cream box with more happiness. "The gift that keeps ooon givin'."

"Tyson! You mean you've noticed and haven't done anything yet!" The Chief's glasses were fogging as he worked himself up into a good lather of stress and doom. "Tyson this could really be bad for the next championships! What if the new one is a lot sooner than you think? You'll be out of shape!"

"Relax Chief!" Tyson slapped his much smaller friend on the back. "Mmf…" The baseball capped teen took a large bite of his new sandwich, almost taking it in half. "If it comes down to it-" Tyson chewed the delicious dessert with a bright smile, swallowing and patting his considerably large stomach. "I'll get liposuction." The world champ shrugged it off.

Hilary glared. "And just how will you PAY for it?"

"I'll win the cash prize from one of these boxes! I just TOLD you." Tyson grunted and got to his feet. He pulled his yellow t-shirt up and wiped a good amount of sweat off his forehead and face, exposing his huge belly for his friends to see. The two brunets eyes bugged out at the sight.

"Phew…" Tyson fanned himself with his hand. "It's hot out today, I think I'll get home and catch a nap you guys." The world champ waved and gave his friends a thumbs up. "And don't worry sheesh! I'll be back to running the city in no time!" He winked and turned, going back to the dojo.

Hilary and Kenny looked at each other and nodded in determination.

The next morning, the blinds in a peacefully sleeping Tyson's room were forcefully yanked open and harsh sunlight was suddenly beating into the teen's face.

"Rise and shine, Tyson!"

"Whuh?" Tyson blearily opened his eyes and rubbed at them waiting for everything to come into focus. When it did, he saw them.

Hilary was decked out in a sweat suit complete with wrist bands and a head band. A whistle was proudly around her neck. Kenny had sneakers on and held a clipboard under his arm, as well as a stopwatch.

Something clicked and Tyson's hair stood on end as his panic alarm went off. "NOOO!" He clutched himself to the mattress as the two brunets dove and started pulling at the ponytailed teen.

"Rggh… c'mon Tyson!" Hilary gritted.

"It's for your own good Tyson!" Kenny yelled.

"NO this isn't HAPPENNIIIIIINGG!" Tyson screamed as Hilary and Kenny managed to tear him from the bed and send him tumbling off onto the floor.

"I'll start training! I'll start training!" Tyson screamed again, flailing to get his two friends to let go of him. He sat up and glared. "But I'm choosing my own trainer!"

"What! Tyson, we've come up with a highly vigorous program that's sure to work…" The Chief tried to convince him.

"That's exactly what I don't want!" Tyson groaned. The combination of Kenny and Hilary instructing his exercising was enough to give him nightmares of pain. Tyson shuddered at the idea of drills upon drills of laps while carrying weights and doing jumping jacks…

"You're going to have to do it anyway!" Hilary reminded him. "Why not let us help you?"

"Because…" Tyson started, busily hustling to get away from his two would-be trainers and searching messily through his drawers and closet for exercise clothes. His face turned beat red for a moment before he turned around shook out an old pair of pants. "Because I've already got somebody else in mind!"

Hilary raised an eyebrow.

"…Oh fine." Kenny sighed. "But Tyson, please take this seriously…. The championship is at stake!"

"Just leave it to me!" Tyson said confidently, while struggling to pull on his sweatpants and sneakers at the same time.

"Please, Kai!"

"No…"

"PLEASE!"

"…No."

"You can't be serious…" Tyson practically whined.

The dual-haired teen just gave him a look.

They were in the small summer apartment that Kai usually took residence in when not at boarding school. He tried to live in his grandfather's mansion as little as possible, and so he had been here since the summer had come around. He hadn't seen Tyson in a while. School had taken up a lot of his free time, and it wasn't exactly close to where Tyson's home was either. But just because they hadn't gotten together until now didn't mean he hadn't wanted to do it earlier….

Last year after the BEGA beybattles, they had spent what was left of the summer together. Most of the time they were supposed to have been helping out the BBA with Ray, Max and Daichi, teaching some of the younger kids new beyblading techniques, but they'd usually skip out and have their own beybattles instead. Sometimes they just skipped the beybattles all together and ended up relaxing with each other…

Kai wouldn't admit it, but he had really enjoyed that short time, and he had actually missed Tyson a great deal… He did want to spend time with him again…

But this was just too odd.

He'd been surprised when he'd opened his apartment door and Tyson had been there, giving him a hug, smile, and then immediately spouting something about needing him to get his body back into shape.

He really didn't see why Tyson's needed him for this, since the other teen had always managed enough on his own before.

"Come on Kai… it's not that big a favour…" Tyson rambled, trying to sway his former team captain.

Kai let his eyes roam up and down the other blader's body with scrutiny. Tyson was looking a little bit bigger than before, though.

"Why should I help you… 'get your body back'…?" Kai's gaze snapped back on Tyson's face after he finished sizing the shorter boy up. "You're not that much different than our first world championships… and you could handle beyblading well enough back then…"

Tyson's cheeks puffed up in displeasure at Kai's observation, but he lost it quickly. "Kenny and Hilary are convinced I'm not gonna get back into shape in time for when Mr. Dickinson reopens the BBA….So…." He gave Kai a meaningful look. When it failed to have the desired affect, the pony-tailed teen's expression turned downhearted. "Please….!"

The dual-haired blader gazed back for a long moment, before he grimaced and crossed his arms sharply. "Just don't think that because I'm helping you I'll go easy."

Tyson's face brightened and a huge megawatt smile painted his features. "So that means-!" The shorter teen moved forward but Kai stopped him before he could any closer by grabbing Tyson and turning him around and forcing him out into the apartment hallway.

"Wait outside." Kai stated sternly and he swiftly shut the door on Tyson's goofy face.

As Kai stared at the closed door, he blinked slowly. Tyson had felt a bit jiggly…. The former team captain shook his head slightly as he went to get his things.

The two world champion beybladers had left Kai's place and now Tyson was following the older teen's lead to some gym nearby. As they walked along the street, Tyson looked over at the other blader and smiled.

'I might not have wanted to start this training right away but I gotta admit… I've missed Kai! Plus I was meaning to visit him anyway…' The baseball capped teen thought.

Frowning slightly, Tyson subtly patted his stomach and felt what laziness and food had given him… Normally he wasn't really concerned with how he looked that much, but he hated to admit that it had taken him a good 5 minutes to actually start banging on Kai's door.

Just a few months ago if he'd been walking down a crowded street like this, he'd have been recognized right away and run down for autographs from beyblade fans. He noticed a few people pointing and whispering, but it was all for Kai who was walking beside him. Well either that or they were laughing at his sweatsuit…. "Man…" Tyson grumbled as he tugged at the tight pants when something caught his eye and made him grin.

"Hey!" Tyson put a hand on Kai's muscular arm to stop him, and pointed across the street. "Hey Kai let's get lunch there after we do some stuff… it's that HUGE Italian food buffet! It's my favourite restaurant right now." Tyson said excitedly.

Kai gave Tyson a disturbed look that made the shorter teen think he had missed something like nuclear waste being on the menu. "That's the worst kind of food to eat right now. It's fattening." Kai explained shortly and continued walking.

"You're not serious." Tyson deadpanned, following quickly.

"You keep asking that…" Kai said.

The two finally walked into an air conditioned building filled with weight equipment, mats and exercise machines of all kinds. The place was pretty much empty so the two of them quickly dropped their stuff down and Kai disappeared to replace his purple outfit with something else. When he returned Kai had changed into a speckled gray t-shirt and pair of blue track pants, and was currently strapping a digital watch to his wrist.

"You're gonna exercise with me right?" Tyson asked a bit worriedly. "The Chief and Hilary were gonna make it torture by just watching me sweat to death!" The baseball-capped teen shuddered double-time at the image of his two brunet friends cackling and cracking whips as they oversaw his pilgrimage of weight loss. Kenny's whip was a large computer cord –

"Don't be stupid." Kai stated bluntly, cutting off Tyson's disturbing thoughts. "Weight loss and training is most effective when you do it with someone else."

"It passes by a lot quicker too!" Tyson agreed, rubbing his hands together and grinning, now warming up to the new goal of shaping up again.

Kai paused in his surveying of the gym's equipment and glanced out of the corner of his eye at his closest companion. "So what happened? You trained with your grandfather."

"Oh that?" Tyson perked up, making himself comfortable by sitting cross-legged on the industrial carpeted floor. "Gramps has been helping out Mr. D a lot getting the BBA back up, so he's been too busy to make me train every morning." Tyson explained with a wave of his hand. "Besides, ever since I beat him at martial arts that one time he's really cut me some slack!" He grinned.

"Too much slack is more like it..." Kai stated unsympathetically as he dropped and unrolled one of the mats used for warm-ups. "Play time's over, get to it, Tyson."

"Ahh ha ha hahaaah…" The pony-tailed teen smiled uneasily.

A few half-hearted jumping jacks and some arm stretches later, Tyson was seated on the mat taking his sweet time in trying to touch his toes and hold it.

The former BEGA member sighed under his breath at the amount of time they'd wasted already, and he cursed the fact that he had allowed Tyson to be so casual. Normally Kai wasn't the hands-on type, but he didn't want to go through the same sort of fooling around for every warm-up stretch he had Tyson do.

Kai released his own stretch and swiftly kneeled beside the shorter blader, pushing him down and holding him in that position so he finally got it.

"Yargh!" Tyson jerked at Kai's brisk handling, but then a sly smile suddenly was in place as he craned his neck and gave Kai a cheeky grin. "Why Kai… I love it when you take charge."

"Just finish already. We've go too much to do." The dual-haired blader said in a clipped tone.

"You're the boss!" Tyson saluted.

Kai averted his eyes and couldn't stop himself from scowling slightly as he felt his cheeks unwillingly begin to turn red. 'Now is not the time for this…' He thought grudgingly, but still stole another glance at Tyson. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so easy.

End Part 1 of 3

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