Author's Forward: I know many of you are going say I'm full of crap about this, but believe or not, my idea at the time for Smash Brother Ranma wasn't too far off from what actually happened in Subspace Emissary just a year later after I actually published it.
The premise was actually pretty straightforward. Ranma gets pulled into the Smash Universe where a bunch of fighters congregate and compete in a tournament, but an evil entity threatens this and sends something akin to the executioners (from Star Ocean 3) to wipe out Master Hand's pocket reality because of the cross-dimensional crap he keeps doing. Ranma makes friends and allies, fights to defend his new home, and probably hooks up with Samus. If I were a better writer back then and not so easily distracted by shiny things, I might have been able to make this one work.
Disclaimer- I don't own Ranma one half, I don't own Nintendo, I don't own that stupid announcers voice that starts the beginning of each and every match of Super Smash Brothers, I don't own the master hand, I don't own any characters that belong to that game. I could go on all day.
Chapter 1- Ready…
Ranma sighed to himself as he woke up early for the third time that week. He had been staying at the Tendo's Dojo for three years now, and his father's constant morning fights had trained him to wake up at the god forsaken early hours of the morning.
Feigning sleep, Ranma watched through slightly closed eyes as his pop sneaked towards his bed, an evil grin on his face. Slowly, Genma reached down and grabbed his son's muscle shirt.
"WAKE UP BOY!" Shouted Genma suddenly.
Ranma's eyes snapped open suddenly, "ALRIGHT POPS!"
Genma didn't even have time to be surprised from the shout as he found his grip broken and himself flying out the window. Laughing softly to himself, Ranma jumped out the window to join his pop for the morning spar.
'It's the small things in life…' he thought to himself as he faced his father across the koi pond.
Nabiki sighed as she heard Ranma's shout reverberate through the whole house. Time to begin another day. She didn't used to be a morning person but Ranma's entrance into her life left little choice in the matter.
"You know, there was a time when Nerima was actually interesting…" mumbled Ranma to himself as he saw Kuno charging towards him, bokken raised above his head.
Stepping to the side at the last minute, Ranma let the wooden sword pass him with an inch to spare. Letting Kuno overextend himself, Ranma drove his elbow into his back as he passed. Using Kuno's moment of recovery to his advantage, Ranma round-housed the Blue Thunder in the back of the head, dropping him instantly.
"Come on Ranma! We're going to be late for school!" shouted Akane, running past him into the building.
"Darn, and here I was hoping to sleep inside the classroom instead of outside in the hall," grumbled Ranma, but nevertheless followed Akane inside.
Miss Hinako was boring, the lecture was boring, he didn't understand the foreign language, and someone who fell asleep at midnight and woke up at dawn was pretty damn tired during the afternoon, which explained why Ranma was currently asleep on his desk.
Hinako smiled to herself as she withdrew a 500 yen piece from her desk. While she thrived on ki and wasn't particular to any type, Ranma's ki was different, it felt better to her than others, and she took every opportunity to "educate" Ranma about sleeping in class.
Ranma grimaced to himself as he felt Hinako moving towards him. Call it the martial artist's sixth sense if you will.
Damn and I was almost asleep too. He thought bitterly.
"Happo 500 yen…"
Faster than the eye could see Ranma got up from his desk and jumped out of the way from the attack. Poor Daiskue who didn't get out of the way in time was immediately drained.
Hinako, in her adult form, blinked at the disappearance of her target.
"Looking for me?"
The English teacher whirled around only to get the yen piece knocked out of her hand. Before she could say anything she felt Ranma's fingers on her right breast and lower back, the pressure points that would temporarily seal off her technique.
Ranma left her standing there for a few seconds before returning to his seat, putting his head down and falling asleep. Although even a non-martial artist could sense it, Ranma paid no attention to Akane's angry battle aura.
There was only one thing Ranma was grateful for about school, and that was the lunch break in between the monotonous classes. Sitting outside underneath his favorite tree, the pigtailed martial artist watched the going on's of his fellow classmates.
Kuno had just gotten thrown into the cement wall for professing his love for Akane and Nabiki was pointing at him while talking to some of her "subordinates." Ranma groaned for what seemed like the tenth time that day, whenever Nabiki took interest in him it was never good.
Swallowing the last of his sandwich, Ranma jumped onto one of the tree's branches and spring boarded up to the third floor where his classroom was, leaving Nabiki scowling at him from the ground floor.
Unfortunately she was able to corner him after school had let out.
"Hey Ranma, I have a deal…"
"No."
"What?"
"I said no. I don't want to hear it and I'm not interested."
Nabiki was a bit taken aback at being so casually rebuffed but she quickly recovered, "Saotome, need I remind you of…"
"No you really don't need to remind me. You've "reminded" me of that crap since the first day I got here, and I don't need to hear it again."
"Well then, I hardly need to explain it then. Care to reconsider?"
"No I really don't care. I don't want any part of it," seeing her start to frown Ranma added, "And this discussion is over. I'll see you at the dojo."
With that Ranma jumped out the window in his classroom, landing gracefully on the ground.
Nabiki was furious, no one ever refused her offers, or they would get what was coming to them. Taking out her cell-phone, Nabiki dialed a few numbers.
"RANMA! PREPARE TO DIE!"
Without even looking behind him Ranma caught the titanium umbrella by the handle, grunting slightly as the weight seemed to push him into the ground.
"Ryoga, seriously man, can't you come up with a new line or something?"
Taken off guard Ryoga paused in mid attack as if considering something, "I dunno, what should I say?"
"Try something cooler, like "Defend Yourself" or "Prepare to Fight." Prepare to die is so generic and overused its rusting."
Ryoga sat down and thought about it for a second, "You know what? You're right, I think I need a new line."
"Happy to help," with a friendly wave Ranma walked off towards the dojo.
Ryoga was nodding appreciatively when he suddenly remembered something, "Hey wait a second! We still have to fight…aw crap now where am I?"
Hearing a low rumble of thunder Ryoga automatically reached behind himself to get his umbrella…
"Huh? Where is it?"
…only to find out that Ranma had walked off with it. His cursing and death threats soon gave way to the squealing of a small pig.
Just before the rain hit, Ranma unfurled Ryoga's umbrella, shielding him from the water. The freak rainstorms that happened around Nerima were so common it was getting easier to predict them.
Standing outside of the dojo for a few seconds, Ranma braced himself for the storm to hit when he entered, "There always has to be drama," he said to himself. Unfortunately he didn't even get to enter the dojo before Akane came storming out.
"RANMA! What are you doing with Ryoga's umbrella? You were picking on him again weren't you?"
Alright, here's my ticket out of this thought Ranma suddenly, "Yes Akane, I was picking on Ryoga again, then on the way home I flirted with Shampoo and asked Ukyo on a date. Finally I kicked P-Chan into the sky on my way home. Happy?"
Ranma almost laughed in spite of himself. He probably could have performed the Hiryu Shoten Ha right now without even having to walk in a spiral.
"RANMA YOU BASTARD!" With a scream of fury Akane launched the martial artist into orbit.
"Something tells me that this wasn't supposed to happen," said Ranma to the blackness he now faced. When Akane had hit him, he had gone straight past LEO into UEO. The only problem with that was that he hadn't come back down. Instead he was standing on some sort of glowing platform, still holding Ryoga's umbrella.
Then suddenly, as if someone was lifting off a veil around him, the darkness faded into a much larger flat platform seemingly suspended in space. It was then he realized that he wasn't alone.
Across from him stood something akin to a robot, armor decorated with varying shades of orange and red. A green visor placed across the section where the face would have been made it impossible to tell if it was human or not.
"Um…excuse me but I think I accidentally…"
"READY…"
Ranma nearly jumped at the voice that came from nowhere, "Who said that?"
…FIGHT!"
"Fight? But I was just…" His words were cut off as he saw the robot like thing in front of him charge forward.
This is a re-write of the prologue. I went through and re-read this story and I found a lot of inconsistencies that I want to fix before they get out of hand. The re-write will probably take some time before it catches up the original.
Update 5/6/10: Fixed a few spelling errors and sentence problems.
