Phoenix: Resurrection
(Ranma 1/2 and DBZ)
by Shea McIntee
Disclaimer: Hmmm... let me check... Nope! Still not mine...
Chapter 3
Ranma cocked his head in an almost bird-like fashion, and examined the strangers. One
seemed more or less human, with dark skin and odd attire. The other was most definitely
not. Last he knew, green skin, sharp teeth, and antennae didn't go with your normal
average human.
"Err... hello. Who are you"
The little green one spoke up.
"I'm Dende, the Guardian of this planet. And you are?"
Ranma put a hand out. "I'm Ranma. Pleased to meetcha."
The human-appearing one just gave a small odd bow. "Mr. Popo."
Ranma looked around. This place wasn't all that unusual, once you got past the rather...
interesting... locale, but it radiated something...
Magic. This place was full of it.
"Nice place you got here. Umm... so... exactly what IS this place?"
Dende looked around. "This place? It's my lookout."
"Lookout?"
The small green alien shrugged. "That's what it's called. So what are you? I've never
seen anything quite like you... and I thought I knew every non-human on this planet."
Ranma scratched his head. "Well, as best I can tell, I'm a-"
Mr. Popo broke in suddenly. "Sir is the Phoenix."
Ranma nodded. "Yeah, what he said." Then he paused for a moment. "Hey! How'd you
know?"
"Mr. Popo know many things. Phoenix is ancient legend."
Dende scratched his head. "So what exactly is a phoenix?"
The little man sat down cross-legged on the ground, followed by both the guardian and
Ranma.
"Mr. Popo explain. There five elements, fire, air, water, earth, and spirit. Each
manifest in avatar. Earth has the Great Worm, who surrounds the entire universe,
sleeping. Water has the Leviathan, who wanders the universe in search of knowledge.
Spirit has not one avatar, but four: the dragons, including Shen-Long. And fire has
Phoenix."
Ranma, who had so far been rather fascinated by this explanation, saw something and
broke in. "What about air?"
Mr. Popo shrugged. "Who knows? May not have avatar, or maybe do."
"So what does that make me? Some sorta god or something?"
"No, not god. Avatar. Different from god."
Ranma felt he had to sit down, and found he already was. He stood up and sat back
down. It didn't help.
"Errr... I need some time to think about this... you got somewhere I can train?"
Dende absently gestured to one side. "There's an area over there you can train."
Then he lapsed back into thought.
"Great! Thanks."
****
Later he flew back to the house, barely making it back inside before Videl woke up.
He absently chirped at her and closed his eyes as if he were sleeping, which usually
got her to leave him alone. He had some things to think about.
After he had practiced a little to work out his confusion, he hunted for the other
two and sat back down and talked. Mostly he asked questions. Mr. Popo didn't know
much more about the history or powers of the phoenix than he did, aside from that one
piece earlier, and Dende knew even less. Dende had said that if he came back
regularly, he'd eventually be able to talk with someone named "Piccolo", who was the
guardian before Dende, or something like that. Maybe he'd know more. At the least,
judging from the things Dende had said about Piccolo, he'd find a training partner.
Maybe he should start training Videl? After all, he needed to do SOMETHING with the
art.
Nah... it'd be too much trouble. To train her, he'd need to use his human form, and
her father wouldn't allow anyone else to teach her... stupid, but there it was. Of
course, there was also Mr. Satan's growing paranoia about his daughter (now starting
to bloom at age 13) and any male of the species. In part, Ranma shared that
paranoia, but not to the same extent. Heh, after all, she was his little sister, or
something like that, so he had just as much right to be paranoid.
Speaking of her father, he supposed that it was about time for another pathetic
attempt by that foolish man to get rid of him. They had started out being at least
moderately amusing, but by now were more annoyance than amusement. ON the upside,
they did liven up his life here. By now, Mr. Satan didn't mind his daughter having a
pet, but it had become almost a point of pride to finally beat that bird. So, every
month or two, he'd come up with something to humiliate or get rid of 'B-chan', and,
inevitably, would fail in a spectacular way. Privately, Ranma suspected that the man
did it merely out of habit.
Regardless, it was getting to that time of month; the fifteenth, or the 'ides', as the
buried part of his mind suggested. That part of him always seemed to come up with odd
bits of information on occasion.
'"The ides of March"... hmmm... nahh... doesn't sound good enough...'
Nearby, Mr. Satan sneezed as he looked at his calender, which had the fifteenth of March
circled in red. Today was the day when he finally achieved his revenge on that damn
bird! So why did he have an ominous feeling about this?...
****
Temp Author's Note: Okay, I'm posting this now, although this is not the full chapter.
Consider this another teaser... I have a party to prepare for, and some sleep to get,
and so forth.
A while back I had already written the part of the first scene where Mr. Popo explains
the Phoenix. However, I can't seem to find that rather nicely-written little piece
anywhere, so I had to make do. The result is a little awkward... Oh, well. Comments,
criticisms, and so forth go to deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com . Flames will be used to warm
up my domecile (it's still winter), and trolls will be fed to the monster under my
hammock (a giant mutant gerbil) if they're lucky. If they're UNlucky, I'll read them
some of my poetry first... and THEN feed them to the giant mutant gerbil.
(Ranma 1/2 and DBZ)
by Shea McIntee
Disclaimer: Hmmm... let me check... Nope! Still not mine...
Chapter 3
Ranma cocked his head in an almost bird-like fashion, and examined the strangers. One
seemed more or less human, with dark skin and odd attire. The other was most definitely
not. Last he knew, green skin, sharp teeth, and antennae didn't go with your normal
average human.
"Err... hello. Who are you"
The little green one spoke up.
"I'm Dende, the Guardian of this planet. And you are?"
Ranma put a hand out. "I'm Ranma. Pleased to meetcha."
The human-appearing one just gave a small odd bow. "Mr. Popo."
Ranma looked around. This place wasn't all that unusual, once you got past the rather...
interesting... locale, but it radiated something...
Magic. This place was full of it.
"Nice place you got here. Umm... so... exactly what IS this place?"
Dende looked around. "This place? It's my lookout."
"Lookout?"
The small green alien shrugged. "That's what it's called. So what are you? I've never
seen anything quite like you... and I thought I knew every non-human on this planet."
Ranma scratched his head. "Well, as best I can tell, I'm a-"
Mr. Popo broke in suddenly. "Sir is the Phoenix."
Ranma nodded. "Yeah, what he said." Then he paused for a moment. "Hey! How'd you
know?"
"Mr. Popo know many things. Phoenix is ancient legend."
Dende scratched his head. "So what exactly is a phoenix?"
The little man sat down cross-legged on the ground, followed by both the guardian and
Ranma.
"Mr. Popo explain. There five elements, fire, air, water, earth, and spirit. Each
manifest in avatar. Earth has the Great Worm, who surrounds the entire universe,
sleeping. Water has the Leviathan, who wanders the universe in search of knowledge.
Spirit has not one avatar, but four: the dragons, including Shen-Long. And fire has
Phoenix."
Ranma, who had so far been rather fascinated by this explanation, saw something and
broke in. "What about air?"
Mr. Popo shrugged. "Who knows? May not have avatar, or maybe do."
"So what does that make me? Some sorta god or something?"
"No, not god. Avatar. Different from god."
Ranma felt he had to sit down, and found he already was. He stood up and sat back
down. It didn't help.
"Errr... I need some time to think about this... you got somewhere I can train?"
Dende absently gestured to one side. "There's an area over there you can train."
Then he lapsed back into thought.
"Great! Thanks."
****
Later he flew back to the house, barely making it back inside before Videl woke up.
He absently chirped at her and closed his eyes as if he were sleeping, which usually
got her to leave him alone. He had some things to think about.
After he had practiced a little to work out his confusion, he hunted for the other
two and sat back down and talked. Mostly he asked questions. Mr. Popo didn't know
much more about the history or powers of the phoenix than he did, aside from that one
piece earlier, and Dende knew even less. Dende had said that if he came back
regularly, he'd eventually be able to talk with someone named "Piccolo", who was the
guardian before Dende, or something like that. Maybe he'd know more. At the least,
judging from the things Dende had said about Piccolo, he'd find a training partner.
Maybe he should start training Videl? After all, he needed to do SOMETHING with the
art.
Nah... it'd be too much trouble. To train her, he'd need to use his human form, and
her father wouldn't allow anyone else to teach her... stupid, but there it was. Of
course, there was also Mr. Satan's growing paranoia about his daughter (now starting
to bloom at age 13) and any male of the species. In part, Ranma shared that
paranoia, but not to the same extent. Heh, after all, she was his little sister, or
something like that, so he had just as much right to be paranoid.
Speaking of her father, he supposed that it was about time for another pathetic
attempt by that foolish man to get rid of him. They had started out being at least
moderately amusing, but by now were more annoyance than amusement. ON the upside,
they did liven up his life here. By now, Mr. Satan didn't mind his daughter having a
pet, but it had become almost a point of pride to finally beat that bird. So, every
month or two, he'd come up with something to humiliate or get rid of 'B-chan', and,
inevitably, would fail in a spectacular way. Privately, Ranma suspected that the man
did it merely out of habit.
Regardless, it was getting to that time of month; the fifteenth, or the 'ides', as the
buried part of his mind suggested. That part of him always seemed to come up with odd
bits of information on occasion.
'"The ides of March"... hmmm... nahh... doesn't sound good enough...'
Nearby, Mr. Satan sneezed as he looked at his calender, which had the fifteenth of March
circled in red. Today was the day when he finally achieved his revenge on that damn
bird! So why did he have an ominous feeling about this?...
****
Temp Author's Note: Okay, I'm posting this now, although this is not the full chapter.
Consider this another teaser... I have a party to prepare for, and some sleep to get,
and so forth.
A while back I had already written the part of the first scene where Mr. Popo explains
the Phoenix. However, I can't seem to find that rather nicely-written little piece
anywhere, so I had to make do. The result is a little awkward... Oh, well. Comments,
criticisms, and so forth go to deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com . Flames will be used to warm
up my domecile (it's still winter), and trolls will be fed to the monster under my
hammock (a giant mutant gerbil) if they're lucky. If they're UNlucky, I'll read them
some of my poetry first... and THEN feed them to the giant mutant gerbil.
