Ranma 1/2
Of Lesser
"Of Lesser Introductions pt.2"
Soun, Genma, Akane, and Ranma all stared at the new arrival that managed to knock Ryoga for a loop with little effort. "She seems like a powerful martial artist," commented Soun in a matter-of-fact tone, Genma nodded in affirmation. "Whoa, anyone who can do that to Ryoga has some serious power," Ranma commented to himself, then thought gratefully of the fact that she seemed to be assisting him. Akane stood weary of the new girl, if this was another one of Ranma's bimbos, she could easily see that the blond haired gaijin will probably be the biggest of problems.
All reactions were well warranted as the girl's combative stance sang of experience, power, and skill. Everyone knew this new opponent's arrival would escalate things beyond their usual proportion, everyone mentally preparing for the bomb to drop. Suddenly the new girl made her move...
"OUCH! SHIT! DAMN! WHAT IS THAT GUY MADE OF!" cursed Rebecca in English while shaking her aching fist, trying to relieve the feeling of punching reinforced steel as hard as she could from her knuckles as everyone around her face faulted. Ryoga finally managed to find his way out of the rubble he was buried in (by way of burrowing a hole into the ground then surfacing somewhere on the far side of the Tendou yard, even more furious than before. "YOU! How DARE you interfere with a man to man fight!" Rebecca stopped nursing her hand and turned to Ryoga with a deadpanned expression, "don't you mean man to man and woman?" Ryoga looked slightly shamefaced, but his anger burned away his embarrassment, "SHUT UP! Akane has just as much business killing Ranma as I do!"
"Oh Ranmaaaa," Ranma froze to the saccharine sweet voice of Akane that sounded about as endearing as the Gates of Hell opening to greet another condemned soul, "why did this foreign bimbo follow you home?" The flaxen haired girl turned to Akane and mentally reevaluated the other girl to a more negative end of her 'personality spectrum'. "How many times can I tell ya that it's not my fault before you believe me?" questioned Ranma pleadingly. "Give it up, pal, don't look like the jealous little girl here's gotta trusting bone in her body," quipped Rebecca, beginning the time honored feminine tradition of raising ol' feline heckles. Akane began to partake in this not uncommon display of ladylike competition, but was on the defensive, "I am NOT jealous of this jerk!" "Well, then I guess you're just flat chested, brutish, spoiled, and cursed with a bad taste in hair styles," retorted Rebecca, folding her arms in triumph.
Everyone winced at that one. "Man, that was really hitting below the belt," whispered Ranma to Ryoga, who nodded with a dry mouth about the hair insult. Akane was no longer in the mood to put things eloquently and unsheathed her proverbial claws, "SHI.......NE" Before both girls could begin their personal world war, a magical field of calmness suppressed their urge for hungry battle all too suddenly. "Oh, another guest, would you like to join us for tea," pleasantly enquired Kasumi, instantly taking the will for bloodshed from all local parties, as well as a few war guerillas in South America.
"Hussy"
"Spoiled little girl"
"Bimbo"
"How original for a pampered child like you"
"Who you calling a pampered child? You're not any older than me!"
"I refer to the mentally retardant one that sits before me"
"But you're looking at.... grrrr, go find a strip bar to dance for you peroxide job!"
"HEY! I'm damn proud of my natural hair color!"
"Bout as natural as Clorox."
"Obnoxious brat"
"Barbie doll"
"Who you get off calling me a Barbie doll?"
"Don't know many other things around made up of as much silicon as you"
"These babies are Grade A, American grown, ripe, firm all natural stock. From the looks of the lack of things though, you could use a Dolly Parton special to catch up with the rest of us who've been through puberty."
"That hurt, you know?"
"The Truth is discomforting at times"
"How long have you acknowledged the truth of your weight problem?"
"I'm completely lean female muscle, girlie"
"Around here, we would call that girth."
"Ooooh, if I wasn't a guest in your house I'd..."
"You'd help yourself to more of the non fat free cookies no doubt. Thought about running off to a Jenny Craig's Halfway-house?"
Ranma and Ryoga's heads looked between the girls, like they were watching a tennis match at Wimbledon. "Ranma," addressed Ryoga almost timidly. "Uh, yeah Ryoga?" "On our honor as martial artists, let us never let our rivalries become this out of hand." "Agreed." Both martial artists turned back to the word war that was reaching nuclear proportions, sighing as they acknowledged that this bout would go on indefinitely. "As interesting as it is to see my little sister wage a full scale cat assault, maybe we should find out what this other girl's doing here," questioned Nabiki, who finally (though begrudgingly) decided that her curiosity outweighed the entertainment value the two girls were putting up.
"With hips like those, you could pass a 30 year old!" angrily retorted the blond haired girl before she settled down and turned away to ignore the vibrant string of Japanese spoken unpleasantries. "Well, why are you here?" Prompted Nabiki, who was ready to get to the bottom of things. The flaxen haired girl shrugged before responding, "Well, the walking sexual identity crisis walked into the bar I was moping at..." "SAOTOME! HOW DARE YOU INSTILL SUCH LOOSE MORALS WITHIN YOUR SON THAT HE WOULD PICK UP WOMEN FROM BARS!!!" Growled a
demonically overbearing Soun towards a cowering Genma. The monstrous head turned towards Rebecca with just as equal menace, "AND YOU! RANMA WILL MARRY MY LITTLE AKANE AND UNITE THE TENDOU AND SAOTOME BLOODLINES! AND THAT'S FINAL!!!"
Rebecca stared impassionedly at Soun, "Are you trying to intimidate me, Mr. Tendou?" "Why, yes, yes I am young lady," Replied the demonic Soun head in as pleasant as it could sound, what with it being a seemingly detached and disembodied voice. Rebecca's composure never broke except for the loud gulp of air she took in and the tiny bead of sweat running down her forehead, "does a pretty nifty job at that.... Saotome? Hold on, as in Ranma Saotome?"
Soun returned to normal with a slightly bewildered look on his face, "Um, that's the boy's name, yes." "See boy? You're famous even in America!" Genma couldn't help but brag at his son's seemingly world-renowned prowess. Rebecca turned an evil grin towards Ranma, "How ya doin'... fiancée...?
Genma never got a chance to scream
::FLASHBACK::
"Well now, Rogers, looks like to our combined efforts, a world threat has been laid low." "But I did all the..." "No buts, it's the duty of a martial artist to save the world from peril..." "Yes but..." "You know, Rogers? I bet if our bloodlines were united, the next generation will be secure from threats like these." "That's really flattering Mr. Saotome, but I don't find you attractive that way, and that won't work for two gu..." "I, Saotome Genma, proclaim that the Saotome and Rogers lines will be united by blood to produce the ultimate hero! One that will lead to an age of heroes!" "I don't think that's a good ide..." "Well now, to celebrate, how about I treat you to some good ol' sake, you buy of course." "But I paid last ti..." "Comon, the bar isn't that far from here..."
::END FLASHBACK::
"And so after Mr. Rogers helped me make the world safe for democracy..." "Oh my, isn't Japan a hierarchy?" questioned Kasumi. "I bought him and the pub a round of drinks and we went our separate ways, both committed to honoring the pledge for our bloodlines to be merged to create the perfect warrior to protect the world from the most dire of evils," finished Genma as he nursed the multiple lumps and bruises he received from almost every member of the household. "Not quite the same version I got from my dad," deadpanned Rebecca, "anyhow, he also told me that he had no intention of picking my fiancée for me, if I like this Genma's son Ranma, more power to me."
"WHAT? YOU WOULD BREAK THE SACRED PACT BETWEEN TWO HONORABLE WARRIORS?" bellowed Genma indignantly, ignoring Soun's pleas for him to shut the hell up, and everyone else's (including Kasumi's) full blown hysterics. "Sorry, Mr. Saotome, but I'm afraid Ranma's just not my type." "HEY!" yelled Ranma in challenge. "Really Ranma, I promise you wouldn't want to be my type," replied the blond haired girl half lidded, who every so often stole surreptitious looks somewhere else, this action not going unnoticed by Nabiki. "I can be your type, I can be the best damn one of your type you'll ever meet!" Ranma got an obsessive gleam in his eye that was knocked loose by Akane's mallet and Ryoga's fist.
"Thanks you two, he was starting to unnerve me," commented Rebecca gratefully. Akane smiled at the strawberry blond girl, "It seems we got off on the wrong foot, I'm Akane, want to be friends?" Instead of commenting on the rather heated argument they had not too long ago, Rebecca just sighed and stuck out her hand for a handshake, "all my friends can call me Becky."
"Well now, since all the unpleasantly has been put behind us, if you'll just sign this waiver stating that you have no claim as Ranma's fiancée, I'll go clear out the spare room in the dojo for you," stated Soun as he laid the paper and pen in front of the incredulous looking girl as Akane shook her head in disgust. She was pretty sure her new friend's first impressions of her family weren't exactly the most respecting.
A sudden flash of light appeared in a lot not too far from the Tendou household, heralding the appearance of a cloaked figure. To relieve himself of some of the discomfort of the warm summer air, the figure bellowed the cape of his cloak, but dared not take it off. The green dragon scale vest previously hidden was flashed briefly as an arm braced in a steel bracer closed them up. It wouldn't due to be discovered just yet, but he knew the time would come eventually if he remained patient. His ki masking techniques have grown exponentially since the last time he had been back to Nerima, along with every one of his other abilities. He would only need to spy on them every so often to ensure what path everything led to, but for now, his role had to be passive... for Akane's sake.
Of Lesser
"Of Lesser Introductions pt.2"
Soun, Genma, Akane, and Ranma all stared at the new arrival that managed to knock Ryoga for a loop with little effort. "She seems like a powerful martial artist," commented Soun in a matter-of-fact tone, Genma nodded in affirmation. "Whoa, anyone who can do that to Ryoga has some serious power," Ranma commented to himself, then thought gratefully of the fact that she seemed to be assisting him. Akane stood weary of the new girl, if this was another one of Ranma's bimbos, she could easily see that the blond haired gaijin will probably be the biggest of problems.
All reactions were well warranted as the girl's combative stance sang of experience, power, and skill. Everyone knew this new opponent's arrival would escalate things beyond their usual proportion, everyone mentally preparing for the bomb to drop. Suddenly the new girl made her move...
"OUCH! SHIT! DAMN! WHAT IS THAT GUY MADE OF!" cursed Rebecca in English while shaking her aching fist, trying to relieve the feeling of punching reinforced steel as hard as she could from her knuckles as everyone around her face faulted. Ryoga finally managed to find his way out of the rubble he was buried in (by way of burrowing a hole into the ground then surfacing somewhere on the far side of the Tendou yard, even more furious than before. "YOU! How DARE you interfere with a man to man fight!" Rebecca stopped nursing her hand and turned to Ryoga with a deadpanned expression, "don't you mean man to man and woman?" Ryoga looked slightly shamefaced, but his anger burned away his embarrassment, "SHUT UP! Akane has just as much business killing Ranma as I do!"
"Oh Ranmaaaa," Ranma froze to the saccharine sweet voice of Akane that sounded about as endearing as the Gates of Hell opening to greet another condemned soul, "why did this foreign bimbo follow you home?" The flaxen haired girl turned to Akane and mentally reevaluated the other girl to a more negative end of her 'personality spectrum'. "How many times can I tell ya that it's not my fault before you believe me?" questioned Ranma pleadingly. "Give it up, pal, don't look like the jealous little girl here's gotta trusting bone in her body," quipped Rebecca, beginning the time honored feminine tradition of raising ol' feline heckles. Akane began to partake in this not uncommon display of ladylike competition, but was on the defensive, "I am NOT jealous of this jerk!" "Well, then I guess you're just flat chested, brutish, spoiled, and cursed with a bad taste in hair styles," retorted Rebecca, folding her arms in triumph.
Everyone winced at that one. "Man, that was really hitting below the belt," whispered Ranma to Ryoga, who nodded with a dry mouth about the hair insult. Akane was no longer in the mood to put things eloquently and unsheathed her proverbial claws, "SHI.......NE" Before both girls could begin their personal world war, a magical field of calmness suppressed their urge for hungry battle all too suddenly. "Oh, another guest, would you like to join us for tea," pleasantly enquired Kasumi, instantly taking the will for bloodshed from all local parties, as well as a few war guerillas in South America.
"Hussy"
"Spoiled little girl"
"Bimbo"
"How original for a pampered child like you"
"Who you calling a pampered child? You're not any older than me!"
"I refer to the mentally retardant one that sits before me"
"But you're looking at.... grrrr, go find a strip bar to dance for you peroxide job!"
"HEY! I'm damn proud of my natural hair color!"
"Bout as natural as Clorox."
"Obnoxious brat"
"Barbie doll"
"Who you get off calling me a Barbie doll?"
"Don't know many other things around made up of as much silicon as you"
"These babies are Grade A, American grown, ripe, firm all natural stock. From the looks of the lack of things though, you could use a Dolly Parton special to catch up with the rest of us who've been through puberty."
"That hurt, you know?"
"The Truth is discomforting at times"
"How long have you acknowledged the truth of your weight problem?"
"I'm completely lean female muscle, girlie"
"Around here, we would call that girth."
"Ooooh, if I wasn't a guest in your house I'd..."
"You'd help yourself to more of the non fat free cookies no doubt. Thought about running off to a Jenny Craig's Halfway-house?"
Ranma and Ryoga's heads looked between the girls, like they were watching a tennis match at Wimbledon. "Ranma," addressed Ryoga almost timidly. "Uh, yeah Ryoga?" "On our honor as martial artists, let us never let our rivalries become this out of hand." "Agreed." Both martial artists turned back to the word war that was reaching nuclear proportions, sighing as they acknowledged that this bout would go on indefinitely. "As interesting as it is to see my little sister wage a full scale cat assault, maybe we should find out what this other girl's doing here," questioned Nabiki, who finally (though begrudgingly) decided that her curiosity outweighed the entertainment value the two girls were putting up.
"With hips like those, you could pass a 30 year old!" angrily retorted the blond haired girl before she settled down and turned away to ignore the vibrant string of Japanese spoken unpleasantries. "Well, why are you here?" Prompted Nabiki, who was ready to get to the bottom of things. The flaxen haired girl shrugged before responding, "Well, the walking sexual identity crisis walked into the bar I was moping at..." "SAOTOME! HOW DARE YOU INSTILL SUCH LOOSE MORALS WITHIN YOUR SON THAT HE WOULD PICK UP WOMEN FROM BARS!!!" Growled a
demonically overbearing Soun towards a cowering Genma. The monstrous head turned towards Rebecca with just as equal menace, "AND YOU! RANMA WILL MARRY MY LITTLE AKANE AND UNITE THE TENDOU AND SAOTOME BLOODLINES! AND THAT'S FINAL!!!"
Rebecca stared impassionedly at Soun, "Are you trying to intimidate me, Mr. Tendou?" "Why, yes, yes I am young lady," Replied the demonic Soun head in as pleasant as it could sound, what with it being a seemingly detached and disembodied voice. Rebecca's composure never broke except for the loud gulp of air she took in and the tiny bead of sweat running down her forehead, "does a pretty nifty job at that.... Saotome? Hold on, as in Ranma Saotome?"
Soun returned to normal with a slightly bewildered look on his face, "Um, that's the boy's name, yes." "See boy? You're famous even in America!" Genma couldn't help but brag at his son's seemingly world-renowned prowess. Rebecca turned an evil grin towards Ranma, "How ya doin'... fiancée...?
Genma never got a chance to scream
::FLASHBACK::
"Well now, Rogers, looks like to our combined efforts, a world threat has been laid low." "But I did all the..." "No buts, it's the duty of a martial artist to save the world from peril..." "Yes but..." "You know, Rogers? I bet if our bloodlines were united, the next generation will be secure from threats like these." "That's really flattering Mr. Saotome, but I don't find you attractive that way, and that won't work for two gu..." "I, Saotome Genma, proclaim that the Saotome and Rogers lines will be united by blood to produce the ultimate hero! One that will lead to an age of heroes!" "I don't think that's a good ide..." "Well now, to celebrate, how about I treat you to some good ol' sake, you buy of course." "But I paid last ti..." "Comon, the bar isn't that far from here..."
::END FLASHBACK::
"And so after Mr. Rogers helped me make the world safe for democracy..." "Oh my, isn't Japan a hierarchy?" questioned Kasumi. "I bought him and the pub a round of drinks and we went our separate ways, both committed to honoring the pledge for our bloodlines to be merged to create the perfect warrior to protect the world from the most dire of evils," finished Genma as he nursed the multiple lumps and bruises he received from almost every member of the household. "Not quite the same version I got from my dad," deadpanned Rebecca, "anyhow, he also told me that he had no intention of picking my fiancée for me, if I like this Genma's son Ranma, more power to me."
"WHAT? YOU WOULD BREAK THE SACRED PACT BETWEEN TWO HONORABLE WARRIORS?" bellowed Genma indignantly, ignoring Soun's pleas for him to shut the hell up, and everyone else's (including Kasumi's) full blown hysterics. "Sorry, Mr. Saotome, but I'm afraid Ranma's just not my type." "HEY!" yelled Ranma in challenge. "Really Ranma, I promise you wouldn't want to be my type," replied the blond haired girl half lidded, who every so often stole surreptitious looks somewhere else, this action not going unnoticed by Nabiki. "I can be your type, I can be the best damn one of your type you'll ever meet!" Ranma got an obsessive gleam in his eye that was knocked loose by Akane's mallet and Ryoga's fist.
"Thanks you two, he was starting to unnerve me," commented Rebecca gratefully. Akane smiled at the strawberry blond girl, "It seems we got off on the wrong foot, I'm Akane, want to be friends?" Instead of commenting on the rather heated argument they had not too long ago, Rebecca just sighed and stuck out her hand for a handshake, "all my friends can call me Becky."
"Well now, since all the unpleasantly has been put behind us, if you'll just sign this waiver stating that you have no claim as Ranma's fiancée, I'll go clear out the spare room in the dojo for you," stated Soun as he laid the paper and pen in front of the incredulous looking girl as Akane shook her head in disgust. She was pretty sure her new friend's first impressions of her family weren't exactly the most respecting.
A sudden flash of light appeared in a lot not too far from the Tendou household, heralding the appearance of a cloaked figure. To relieve himself of some of the discomfort of the warm summer air, the figure bellowed the cape of his cloak, but dared not take it off. The green dragon scale vest previously hidden was flashed briefly as an arm braced in a steel bracer closed them up. It wouldn't due to be discovered just yet, but he knew the time would come eventually if he remained patient. His ki masking techniques have grown exponentially since the last time he had been back to Nerima, along with every one of his other abilities. He would only need to spy on them every so often to ensure what path everything led to, but for now, his role had to be passive... for Akane's sake.