A Tail To Remember
by Gie: phowahcs.com

A Tail To Remember
Chapter Twenty-Five: Greeting and Discoveries

After Ranma stepped inside, and closed the door behind him,
he was overwhelmed by the hug his mother landed on him. He almost
put it in par with one of Shampoo's glomps... "Are you all right,
Ranma-chan?"

The Saiya-jiin gurgled a few times, and managed to squeak
out a reply. "Need...air...Kaasan..."

"Oh, gomen, Ranma-chan." Nodoka released him and pulled
away. She let out a gasp, though, when she saw the state of dress
he was in. "Oh my! What happened?"

"Nani?" He glanced down at his blackened chest, scraps of
material exposing his charred skin. He frowned. "Hachi, that's what
happened." He held up a hand, halting the next line of questioning.
"I'll tell you all what happened in a minute. What I really need now is
a bath." He glanced at Akane, who was standing next to him.
Coming, Hima-chan?

Hai. She paused, and cocked her head slightly, giving him a
critical glance. Are you all right? Really?

Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired and drained. He sighed a little
and scratched his neck. Going Super Saiya-jiin like that really
takes it out of ya.

Akane snorted mentally. Don't even go there. We completed
our Mating Ceremony after I turned Super Saiya-jiin for the first
time, so don't even talk about being tired. She gave him a smirk.

He smirked right back and turned toward the furo. Well, we
just might have to repeat that performance, then, ne? In honor of
my switch? He threw her a glance over his shoulder and
disappeared from sight, the tip of his tail curling, as if inviting her
to come along.

Hn. As if you'd be any better than last night. Akane's grin
grew wider and she followed her mate out of the room, her own tail
corkscrewing in anticipation of the activities to come.

Nabiki was watching their silent conversation with keen
interest. She shook her head as they left the room. "Must be nice
not to have to talk aloud. I wonder what they were talking about?"

"Well, it isn't any of our business, is it, Nabiki-chan?" Nodoka
admonished her.

"Must have been dirty, by the looks of their smirks when
they left. They were practically oozing sex."

Kasumi gasped. "Nabiki!"

She waved her hand dismissively at her sister. "It's not like
they're not married or anything, Kasumi-neechan." She gave her
sister a sinister smirk of her own. "You might have to clean out the
furo after they're done, though." Kasumi gasped again at the
unchaste thought.

Bulma and ChiChi gave each other knowing glances. "That's a
Saiya-jiin for you. Sex on the brain."

ChiChi nodded in agreement with her friend. "Especially
after a fight or a spar. Or a big meal. The only things that matter
to Saiya-jiin are Food, Training, and Sex. But not always in that
particular order."

"Sometimes a combination of them at the same time." Bulma
mused. "Has Goku ever wanted..." ChiChi and Bulma tuned everyone
else out and starting comparing notes with each other.

Ukyou raised an eyebrow and shook her head in disagreement.
"Ranchan? I don't think so. You say the 's' word around him and he
runs away like his tail is on fire." She giggled. "I guess that can be
taken literally now."

ChiChi turned and blinked at the young chef. She snorted. "I
don't think so."

"Well, that's not the Serori I know--he's always chasing
Seiika-chan's tail. Usually catches it, too." Bulma grinned evilly.
"Those two are just as bad as Vejiita and I. Maybe even worse,
since both are Saiya-jiin. I only have to deal with Vejiita and his
primal urges."

"Honto?" Ukyou and Nabiki crowded up next to Bulma and
ChiChi, their eyes wide. "Details!"

"Nuh uh," Bulma shook her head firmly, waving a finger.
"What Serori and Seiika do is none of my business. Let's just say
that Saiya-jiin are...active...creatures." Bulma's eyes glittered.
"Vocal, too. Gotta love those tails."

"That's an understatement," ChiChi chuckled, shaking her
head. "They have to burn off that excess ki somehow. And I refuse
to let Goku-saa spar with Gohan-chan in the house."

Nodoka fanned herself, trying to rid herself of several
mental images. She really shouldn't think of Ranma and Akane's
doing such activities...especially in that way...

Nabiki had no concerns limiting her to what her imagination
created. "Hmm, Sounds...stimulating." Kasumi let out a gasp of
indecency. "So, Bulma-san, is that bishonen son of yours available
for..." she cleared her throat suggestively, "private lessons?"

"Nani?" Bulma had her own mind in the gutter...uh...clouds.
"You mean Trunks-chan?"

"Sure. I don't think Ranma's going to let me anywhere near
Tobuma." The Tendo sister grinned.

Shampoo spoke up. "Girly-hair boy not available."

Everyone turned toward the once-quiet Amazon. Nabiki
narrowed her eyes, suspicion and a little jealousy threaded through
her gaze. "And how would you know that?"

She scowled at Nabiki's look, and just crossed her arms
defiantly. "Hemorrhoid man say so." She let out a sigh of defeat.
"Shampoo challenge Girly-hair."

Bulma blinked a few times. "Hemorrhoid man? You have to
be talking about Vejiita."

Shampoo nodded. "He say Shampoo pathetic for wanting
perfect Saiya-jiin genes." She shrugged her shoulders, and gave
Bulma a glance when she snorted. "Not understand what he mean.
Shampoo don't wear jeans. Shampoo only want male sperm for tribe.
Shampoo and girly-hair boy make strong female warriors." Bulma
choked at the blunt statement and facefaulted.

Cologne narrowed her eyes at her progeny, suspecting the
worst from her statements. "You challenged him, Shampoo? What
was the outcome?"

"Ranma stop challenge from starting, so Shampoo not fight."
Her scowl turned deeper and she started to pout. Bulma sighed in
relief.

Ukyou laughed out loud. "Good for him! Trunks shouldn't
have to be saddled down like Ranma was with you."

"Shut up, Spatula-girl."

"Wanna make me?"

Both females stood and fell into fighting stances, eyeing each
other, weapons of choice in hand.

Soun started to sweatdrop, backing out of the way of the two
girls. "Now, girls, let's think this through a bit."

"Well, if they're going to duke it out, all the better for me!"
Nabiki grinned, and sat back to wait for the beating to commence.

Kasumi glanced reproachfully at her younger sister, who just
shrugged it off. She then frowned slightly at the two, who were
just about ready to launch themselves at each other. "Please, Ukyou,
Shampoo, do not fight in the living room. That is what the dojo is
for."

Ukyou scowled at Shampoo. "Fine." She shouldered her
spatula and sat back down. "Another time."

"Hmpf." Shampoo crossed her arms and turned away.

Bulma gave ChiChi a glance, and then giggled. "All this over
my son! He should be so lucky to have three beautiful girls fighting
over him."

Cologne chuckled and shook her head. "Well, it seems that
Ranma's curse of attracting women has found another victim, ne?"
Most of the room laughed. Shampoo, Ukyou, and Nabiki just glared
at each other.

In the furo

Ranma entered the room and immediately started to strip,
removing the burned and soiled clothes from his muscular frame. He
wanted to get rid of the Hachi evidence as soon as possible. He gave
Akane a quick glance when she entered. He sat on the first stool
and began to lather up. "So anything happen here while I was gone?"

Akane stripped down as well. "Iie. Bulma-chan was retelling
some of her early adventures with Goku-san and the rest of the
gang." They were rather quiet as they cleaned themselves off. She
paused in her own cleaning ritual to watch Ranma scrub his hands,
arms, and chest almost viciously. "Want me to wash your back?"

"If you want." He nodded absently, and kept rubbing his skin
in a violent manner, his eyes blank.

Akane stood and gently took the washcloth from his hands,
stopping the abuse. Ranma started slightly, but just stared into
space with the same blank expression. Akane knelt behind her mate
and after soaping up the cloth, began to wash Ranma's back, moving
in slow circles across the tanned muscles, which were tight with
unreleased tension. The male Saiya-jiin slowly began to relax, his
head dipping into his lap when she massaged his shoulders and neck.
He let out a soft moan when the cloth wrapped around his tail. She
gave it a soft squeeze, earning another deep-throated moan, but she
quickly tended to his highly-sensitive appendage, cleaning it with
care. She made her way back up his back, rubbing the muscles over,
and when she reached his neck once more, she leaned into his ear,
"I'm gong to rinse, okay?"

He nodded slightly, and after the cold water fell over him,
running down his expanded chest in rivulets, he shook his now red
hair out, giving Akane her own mini-shower. He stood and pulled
Akane onto the stool. "Your turn, Akane."

Akane smiled slightly at him, watching the now female
Saiya-jiin's face for any expression. She saw none. She melted
under her mate's fingers, as they made their way across her back,
rubbing out the kinks and knots the day brought on. "That feels
good, Baby," she purred. She sucked in her breath when Ranma
started to clean her tail, but that pleasure was quickly over. She
leaned into Ranma's hands as he made her way back up her back,
concentrating along her spine.

"Rinse?"

Akane nodded, her eyes heavy in contentment. She shivered
a little as the cold water rinsed away the soap, but the chill went
away when Ranma picked her up and carried her into the furo,
holding her close to his warm, albeit female, body.

She felt his muscles shift and contort, as he moved back into
his male form when he hit the hot water, submerging them both.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his
chest. She let out a small sigh of contentment when his arms circled
around her ribs, and his tail tangled around hers. They sat in silence
for some moments, just enjoying the comfort of each other's
presence as the heat and steam of the bathwater soaked into their
pores.

"Twenty-six."

Akane opened her eyes, not realizing that she was on the
brink of slumber. She blinked a few times at his statement from
out of nowhere. She stared into Ranma's smoky-blue eyes, now
clouded over with his thoughts. "Twenty-six what?"

He didn't speak for a moment, but when he spoke, he turned
his head away from her. "Twenty-six Hachi. That's how many I
killed today. I remember each and every one. Twenty-six Humans
that met their death by my hands. It would have been
twenty-seven, with Mousse." He gripped her tighter, and Akane
unconsciously reacted in the same manner. "I almost killed Mousse.
I was so out of control. The fury from being Super Saiya-jiin
clouded my mind and wouldn't let up. I had no control over my
actions as I ripped into each and every one of the Hachi that came
in through the door. I didn't even use any ki attacks. I tore them
apart with my bare hands. Tore off their arms, legs, heads--" he
shuddered violently, eyes closed, lost in the battle once more with
his sanity.

Akane shifted on his lap so she faced him, her legs straddling
his waist. Her hands gripped his head so she was the only image he
would see when he opened his eyes once more. "Ranma! Look at me!"
He opened his flickering eyes, and Akane saw the mental struggle
within. The turmoil was obvious without their Link adding its own
commentary. "Don't even think about it that way! You had no choice.
If you didn't stop the Drones, that would be twenty-six more Hachi
to help assimilate Chikyuu and her Humans."

"I know, I know." He sighed and pulled her hands away from
his face, holding them in-between them. His face contorted with
the memories. "But it was like ripping paper--it seemed like I put no
effort into it--they just..." he trailed off and sighed once more,
closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers.

She echoed his sigh, and closed her eyes as well. Neither of
them really had to deal yet with the brutal and animalistic side of
their Saiya-jiin heritage. They knew the lust for blood, for killing,
pulsed through their veins. They could feel it singing its song in a
heat of a good spar. But then, they also were able to control it. To
keep the beast bound and under restraint. But today, Ranma was
unable to chain it. The jump to Super Saiya-jiin was what was
holding it back, and when those bonds broke, so did his control.

Unfortunately for the Hachi Drones, they were not in the
right place at the right time, and took the brunt of an unbridled
Saiya-jiin, the song of the battle singing loudly, and in control.

Akane planted a kiss on her mate's forehead, and ran her
fingers through his wet, tousled locks. She would more than likely
have done the same thing, and in the same way. She was lucky that
the beast just wanted to get laid at the time...

Akane rubbed her head against Ranma's, her chin resting on
his shoulder. "They will be wished back by the Dragonballs."

"Their sacrifice will not be in vain."

Ranma pulled away from Akane and stared into her eyes.
"Some of those Drones could have been Sayuri or Hiroshi, or anyone
that we knew. Or family members of them. Or even some of our
own." He grasped her face lightly, and latched onto her lips, opening
the Link between them and letting his emotions pour through. Akane
let out a slight gasp as she received the torrent, but she took all of
it in, and sent her own back.

They will be avenged, Hima-chan. Mousse, Tenshinhan,
Yamucha, and every other Human taken away by the Hachi. We will
avenge their loss.

Akane broke their kiss and stared into Ranma's flickering
eyes; the steel determination that flashed deep in the smoky-blue
depths. She nodded. "Hai."

Both turned simultaneously toward the door. "Trunks and
Vejiita are back."

Akane nodded, and leaned into Ranma's embrace. "The others
can greet them." She nuzzled her nose into the thick grooves of his
neck, leaving feathery nips along his collarbone. "Now, didn't you
mention a repeat performance of some kind?" Her tail curled around
his thigh, and squeezed suggestively.

"Hmm. Repeat performance?" Ranma purred, nibbling on the
ear offered to him. "I think we can do better..." His hand rested at
the base of her tail, eliciting a shiver of delight and a throaty growl
from the female in his lap. "Much, much better..."

Back in the Living Room

Bulma was talking with Nodoka about the wonders of
Capsules, when she broke off the conversation, and stared blankly at
the ceiling. "Vejiita." She stood and bolted out of the room.

Nodoka blinked a few times, surprised. "What did she say?
Where did she go?"

"More than likely Vejiita is back." ChiChi smiled slightly.
Some unrecognizable emotion flashed across the black-haired
female's face, but it was gone the next moment. The others just
nodded.

Bulma stopped in the middle of the yard, near the koi pond
and stared up into the sky. There was nothing in view, but after a
few moments, something sparkled in the distance. As the sparkle
got larger, a figure was able to be distinguished within. After a
moment, Trunks landed.

Bulma launched herself into her future son's arms, encasing
him in her embrace. "Oh, Kami. I'm so glad you're back."

Trunks blushed slightly and let a sigh escape, hugging Bulma
close to his muscled chest. "Yosh, Okaasan." He let her go, giving
her a warm smile. "Are Serori-ojisan and the girls back?"

"Hai. Serori-kun is in the bath with Seiika-chan, getting
cleaned up. The two girls are inside as well." She looked him up and
down, and winked suggestively at him. "I think you have some
admirers, Trunks-chan, ne? You don't have a girlfriend back in your
timeline, ne?"

Trunks blinked a few times, and blushed ferociously.
"Shimatta, Okaasan! This is about Shampoo and that stupid
challenge, isn't it? She's the one that challenged me! Damn..." The
purple-haired senshi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Bulma just chuckled. "I heard about that."

"And it's a good thing Serori stopped it. That blasted female
had no respect for your Royal status and title." Both turned to the
new arrival.

"Otousan..." Trunks sighed and rolled his eyes again,
exasperated by the line of conversation, and his parents. Vejiita
just scowled and crossed his arms.

Bulma stared at Vejiita's chest, which still had the Hachi
assimilation disc attached to it. "Is that what I think it is?" She
stepped forward and pulled Vejiita's arms apart, trying to get a
better look at it.

The Dark Prince just shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

"But why is it still on? Doesn't it hurt? It could still be
injecting you with nanoprobes?" Her fingers danced across the disc,
and noted the frozen position of the arms. She played with the
arms, and with a soft 'click,' the arms released their hold. She held
up the disc, wonder and intrigue dancing in the deep depths of her
azure expression. "Sugoi!"

Vejiita grabbed her hands, gently prying them off the disc.
He tossed the object to Trunks. "I am not affected. Saiya-jiin are
immune to the affects, Onna." He turned her head to face him when
she followed the path of her new toy. "The gaki can hang on to it
for now." His onyx gaze delved deep into her pools of blue.

"I tried to take the disc off, Okaasan, but Otousan didn't
want me to." Trunks explained. He glanced between his future
parents and noted their intense stares.

Bulma barely nodded. "Okay."

"Okaasan, are you even listening to me?"

"Okay." One hand escaped Vejiita's grip and she trailed her
fingers across his forehead, tracing his scowl lines lightly. Her eyes
were still locked in his stare, unable or unwilling to break free.
Vejiita smirked slightly, and his tail started to crawl up her leg,
winding higher and higher, the tip disappearing. His free hand slid
around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Trunks sighed and shook his head. He knew what was about
to happen, and really did not want to witness such acts. They were
his parents... "I'm going inside, all right?" He let another sigh
escape when he realized he was still ignored. "Fine, be that way. Go
at it like rabbits in heat in the middle of the carrot patch, see if I
care. It's not like I haven't heard it before. Like last night. And
the night before. And every day since I got here." Trunks grunted
in disgust and stomped toward the house.

"I'm so glad to hear you approve of our mating habits, brat."
Vejiita smirked, finally breaking Bulma's gaze. "You realize if we
didn't, you would not exist."

Trunks had paused and turned to face his father when he
started speaking. His cheeks colored slightly, and he mumbled an
apology. "Gomen, Otousan, Okaasan." He turned back to the house
and left the mated pair alone in the yard.

"Your celibate son is jealous of us, Onna. He needs to get
laid." Vejiita mumbled against Bulma's ear, nibbling on the lobe.

"Hmm." she exposed her neck, giving him access to the
creamy skin. "Mine? He's yours, too."

The pair dropped to their knees in the lush green grass.
"He's got your snippy attitude. No respect for his betters." He
traced a fiery path down her neck, pushing open her chambray shirt
and away as he exposed her shoulder to taste and devour.

"Well, he's got...ah...your...oh...tail." Bulma shuddered as said
appendage found its way under her shirt, ticking her stomach. "We
are in the middle of the yard, Otoko..."

"And that means what?" he purred, letting out a growl of
pleasure when Bulma started to run her fingers along the furred
tail.

"I don't know..." Bulma blinked a few times and reached for
the lip of Vejiita shirt, and with a tug, pulled it up and over the
Saiya-jiin's head. She greedily took in the sight of his muscles, and
when she saw the puncture marks from the arms of the assimilation
disc, she leaned in, giving the wounds a healing kiss, flicking her
tongue across his salty skin. Vejiita groaned quietly, and with a flick
of his own wrist, watched the overshirt Bulma wore fall to the
ground, leaving her in a white tank.

"It means that the rest of the world will see the mating
habits of a horny Saiya-jiin no Ouji and his equally horny Mate."
ChiChi drawled from the doorway. Several wide-eyed females
surrounded her, taking in the sight of a half-naked Vejiita and a
desire-drunk Bulma.

"Maybe if you watch, you can explain some things to that baka
of a Saiya-jiin you call a mate." Vejiita smirked at his audience, and
pulled Bulma even closer, nibbling on her neck. He found their
Bonding scar and sucked on it lightly, earning a low moan from Bulma.
He stared at them under heavy-lidded lustful gaze. "Or you're more
then welcome to join us."

ChiChi blushed a little, but just crossed her arms. "I think
Bulma's enough for you to handle at the moment, Vejiita." She
almost got knocked over as Nabiki tried to squeeze by. ChiChi
frowned and held onto the younger girl's arm. "He was joking,
Nabiki-kun."

Nabiki pouted. "Damn." She turned back around and fell into
a chair. Kasumi almost fainted in shock.

Vejiita chuckled as he stood, pulling the clinging Bulma up
with him. He nipped Bulma on the nose and let her go. Vejiita picked
up his shirt and walked into the house, his exposed chest muscles
rippling as he swung his arms. Every single female's gaze was glued
to him when he strutted by. When he walked by Nabiki, he gave her
a lustful glance, and licked his lips. "Who said I wasn't?" He
stopped after a few paces, cocked his head slightly as if he was
trying to hear something, and then pointed upstairs. "Serori and
Seiika are inside?"

Nabiki collected herself and swallowed hard. "Hai. They're in
the bath."

He nodded. "Is there another place to get clean? They are
mating at the moment."

Nabiki dropped her jaw in shock. "They're what!?"

Vejiita frowned. "Mating. Are you deaf, Onna?"

She shook her head, an evil smirk curling at her lips. "That's
what I thought you said." She pointed down the hall. "There's a
small shower out in the dojo." He nodded and threw a glance at
Bulma, who was talking with ChiChi. Bulma's head immediately jerked
toward him. She stared hard at him, and when he smirked, she
blushed bright. Vejiita gave Nabiki one last smirk and disappeared
down the hall, his tail waving slowly behind him.

Nabiki stared at the retreating Prince, evil thoughts running
through her mind. She turned to Bulma, who was about to follow
Vejiita. Nabiki put a hand on Bulma's arm. "Can I ask you a question,
Bulma-san?"

The blue-haired genius, a little flustered from her earlier
actions, and the thoughts Vejiita kept sending her, nodded slightly.
"Nan de yo?"

Nabiki moved closer to Bulma. "Is Vejiita as dangerous as I
think he is?"

"Oh, yes." Bulma smirked.

"What about Trunks?"

"You'd have to ask him, Nabiki-kun. Are you, Trunks-chan?"
She looked over Nabiki's shoulder, where Trunks stood, his face
almost purple in embarrassment. He had heard everything.

"Shimatta, Okaasan. Is that all you have on your mind?"
Bulma and Nabiki just gave each other an identical smirk, and Bulma
waved, disappearing down the hallway.

Nabiki turned back to Trunks, who looked like a trapped
mouse under Nabiki's cat eyes. "So," the Tendo female sidled up to
Trunks, her eyes half closed. She lightly dragged a fingernail across
the half Saiya-jiin's chest. "Are you? You're just as gorgeous as
your Otousan--are you just as dangerous?" Her voice dropped down
to a throaty purr.

Trunks swallowed. He didn't have much experience with
females--the only female he really ever knew was his mother, and
Ranma's female form, but then Ranma acted even more like a male in
that state. His body was unconsciously reacting to the close
proximity of Nabiki and her pheromones; his eyes half-closed, and
his tail started to wave erratically. He swallowed hard once more
and stepped closer to her, his mind throwing away any rational
thought about how this was Nabiki-obaachan...she used to baby-sit
him...change his clothes...give him an allowance... This was Nabiki, not
an adult female with dewy eyes that you could drown in, a body that
wouldn't quit sending signals to 'take me, I'm all yours,' and a heady
musk that surrounded her that smelled...so...good. Bending slightly
and leaning close, he growled low, his eyes aflame with barely restrained
lust, "Do you want to find out, Onna?"

"Find out what, Trunks-kun? Oh, hey Nabiki-neechan." Akane
walked past the two, looking refreshed and content, and in a clean
set of clothes. "Has anyone started supper? I'm really hungry."
She walked into the living room.

Both Nabiki and Trunks blinked, Akane's interruption broke
the spell woven around the pair. "Great timing as always,
imouto-chan." Nabiki glanced at Trunks one more time and winked.
"I do, and I will." She turned away from the half Saiya-jiin and
followed her sister into the other room.

Ranma came around the corner, and caught Nabiki's last
sentence. "She does and she will what?" He gave Trunks a confused
glance.

Trunks just stared after Nabiki's retreating form and
growled under his breath. "Ibiru." He turned to Ranma, flustered.
"Um...something upstairs, I guess, Serori-ojisan." He shrugged his
shoulders and quickly walked outside, leaving the confused Saiya-jiin
alone.

Ranma blinked a few times and shook his head. "Kids these
days." He moved into the living room, where everyone else had
gathered around the TV set. "What's on TV?" He sat down next to
Akane.

"Shush! CNN is on." She shushed him, and pointed to the
screen.

The bottom of the screen read that the feed was coming
from the United Kingdom. "This is Katie Telline coming to you live
from Brockinshire, Wales, where a strange attack has been reported
by the local police officers. Around 11:00 AM local time, a group
of..." she checked her papers again, her eyes wide in disbelief, but
continued to read. "A group of giant...bees...attacked downtown
Brockinshire. Eyewitnesses stated that the giant...bees flew down
from the sky. They're over six feet in height, with wings, antennae,
and black and white stripes."

The screen switched to the local CNN news anchor, Hiiro
Taki. "Telline-san, how did these bee creatures attack the locals?"

Katie Telline looked back at her papers. "It says here that
the area was bathed in a green color, and the people stuck within
were unable to move, but the bee creatures could. They removed
circular plates from their arms and legs, and attached them to the
people caught in the beam. The attacked people then began to..."
Katie's eyes went wide as she covered her mouth.

Taki's voice from off-camera was tense. "Telline-san, please.
What happened next?"

Katie regained her composure, and continued. You could tell
she was about ready to cry, or be sick. "The attacked people then
began to scream...bloody murder, and...new arms and legs...sprouted
from their elongating bodies. Antennae...grew from their heads.
The people were changing into the bee creatures..." Katie turned
away from the camera, and retching sounds could be heard in the
background.

Taki held his composure well when the camera came back to
him. "Arigatou, Telline-san. To recap from Wales, a report came in
saying that giant bee-like creatures..." He glanced off camera, his
eyes wide. "We have breaking news from Russia. Reporting now is
Slibinov Turiat."

A man bundled up in thick clothes stood in next to a skinny
teenager. "This is Turiat Slibinov reporting from Moscow. Here
with me is Xurina Strotovich, an eyewitness to what we are now
seriously considering as an invasion from outer space. Xurina, what
did you see?"

The girl leaned into the microphone. "I was walking down the
street and all of a sudden these monsters came from out of the sky,
shooting green light at people. It seemed like it was coming out of
their heads." Xurina started to breath heavily, her eyes becoming
wild as she retold what she saw. "The people would start screaming
but wouldn't run away. The monsters then put a metal disc on, and
then..." Xurina broke down into hysterics, bawling her eyes out.

Turiat placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "What
happened, child?"

Xurina sucked in her sobs. "The...the people...were
screaming...they started to to to...mutate...like an...an...evil horror
movie. They grew new legs and arms."

Turiat stared at the girl, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"How did you see this, Xurina?"

"I...I was with my friend Tella...and she ran across the
street...to help....I ran into a st..store and watched as...as...she..."

Turiat pulled Xurina into his chest, muffling her cries. "Turn
the damn camera off, Peto!"

The screen switched back to Taki, whose face was set in a
grim line. "While we were live from Moscow, CNN has received calls
from several other areas, one in the United States, one in South
America, and one in South Africa, where the giant bee creatures
have been sited. There were eyewitness reports from each area,
and all say the same thing. Giant bee-creatures would attack anyone
they saw, and then the victims would mutate into the bee creatures
themselves. As of right now, the missing is over one hundred." He
glanced off camera for a second, talking to someone. "Reports are
now coming in Kyoto. Over thirty people are reported missing from
an office building in the Torasaki district."

Ranma took that moment to turn the TV off. He glanced
around, and saw that Goku, Gohan and Tobuma had returned from
patrol, and saw the broadcast. Trunks was next to Tobuma, and
both wore a look of grim hate lined on their chiseled features.
Vejiita stood in one corner, with Bulma tucked into a shoulder. The
Prince glanced down at Akane, then back up at him. Ranma nodded.
He took inventory of the room, noting the variety of expressions on
their faces. Most were in varied states of shock. 'I wish Ryouga
was here...we could use the extra manpower. And Goku will have to
go get Kuririn-san, and Piccolo-san. They'd want to be here, as well.'

Ranma stared at Akane for a moment, knowing what her
position could end up being in a few months if everything went
completely wrong. He will not let that happen. He would rather die
than let that happen to her. His unborn child will not go through the
same hell as the one that stood before him today.

With a final glance around the room, he sucked in and released a cleansing
breath. "Well, minna, it's started."