Author's Notes: This is, beyond a doubt, the stupidest fic I've ever written, and probably ever will. But you know how it is when a crazy idea pops into your head and it just won't go away until you let it come out and make itself known? Well, I had this idea for a fic involving grown-up powerpuff girls in a crossover with a few different animes. Anyway, here it goes, my stupid fic.
The city of Townsville . . . is terribly boring. Three teenage girls are sitting on their beds as summer rolls to an end, their new school supplies sitting in a tri-color pile on the floor. One, her long red hair pulled back from her hair with a crimson bow, sighs and looks out the window.
"Gee, I almost wish their was another super villain threatening townsville." At sixteen, Blossom was quite pretty with large, pinkish eyes above an attractive pout.
"Yeah, It sure is boring now that even Mojo is retired." Bubbles almost has tears in her baby blues as she brushes her blonde pigtails.
Buttercup snarls and punches her pillow, "We need to find a city that needs a super hero."
"Or three." Mutters Blossom.
As one, the three girls sigh. Half heartedly, Bubbles glances about and spots the remote control for their television. Now that they were older, the girls' room was no longer spotted with toys. Now they had signs of their own individual hobbies.
Blossom was now an avid athlete in her spare time, though she wasn't alowed on the school teams due to her super powers. Her corner of the room had basketballs and baseball bats etc. scattered about.
Buttercup, surprisingly, had taken to science. She had an elaborate chemisty set next to a punching bag with her kickboxing clothes.
Bubbles was, plain and simple, boy crazy. The fact that she was the prettiest of the girls, though they were all three attractive, had not gone unnoticed by the male populace of townsville.
None of the girls had a boyfriend, but then, none of them had found anyone in Townsville they really liked. Thus, bubbles stopped channel surfing when the picture of a cute boy with a black pigtail popped up on the screen.
The news anchor smiled charmingly out at the girls, "In contrast to Townsville's new peace (Thanks to the Powerpuff girls!), Tokyo Japan has recently been having peculiar problems with monsters, demons, and super powered people running amuck. The Japanese government claims they are at a loss for what to do. Though the same super powered citizens are keeping the problems at bay, government officials fear that the well-meaning citizens may not be able to keep up. In other news--"
The girls shot up to their feet, grinning at each other. Blossom grinned and gestured wildly at the screen, "Hey, they need our help! I bet it wouldn't be boring in Tokyo!"
Buttercup nodded, "Yeah, finally we can kick some more butt!"
"And boy was that guy cute!"
Bubbles giggled and blushed as her sisters gave her long suffering looks. "Well, he was."
Blossom shrugged, "Well, yeah, but that's not the point! C'mon, let's go talk to the proffesor!"
In pink, blue, and green streaks the girls zipped through the house and down to the laboratory. They landed one right after the other behind the man as he tinkered over somthing on the counter.
Without looking up he asked, "Yes girls?" He wiggled something, tugged on another, then paused in thought.
The girls smiled and exchanged glances, "We wanna move to Tokyo and fight the evil doers there!"
He turned and stared at the three girls with there overly-cute pout/smiles and abnormally large eyes as they all three donned their "We're so cute how could you refuse us?" looks.
Proffesor Utonium sighed as his shoulders slumped dramatically, worried for his girls, "I don't know girls. You don't know a word of Japanese, and what about Townsville?"
Buttercup curled her lip back in disgust and waved a dismissive hand, "Aw, we haven't fought a single crime in years. Townsville doesn't need us anymore."
Buttercup nodded enthusiasticly, "Yeah, and they *need* us in Tokyo, Proffesor. We're useless here, and in Tokyo they need some help. Please?"
He sighed and looked from Blossom to Buttercup, then to Bubbles, who merely pouted cutely for her share of the argument. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I'll look into it."
"Well, we have three weeks for you three to learn Japanese, so I made a new invention to help you all out!" The proffesor began to fasten headphones to each of the girls' heads where they were lying on the three long couches down in the lab. Their expressions varied from wary to impatient to determined as the Proffesor fiddled with some dials.
"Now just close your eyes and relax girls, and try to get some sleep if you want. In about an hour you should have a complete understanding of the Japanese language!"
The three of them exchanged glances and Blossom shrugged, but Bubbles was the only one to actually get any sleep. She was still snoring softly when the Proffesor began taking their headsets off. Buttercup rolled her shoulders as they were a little stiff from sitting perfectly still for a whole hour.
The proffesor smirked and stated in Japanese, How are you, Blossom?
She shrugged, I'm fine Proffesor, see-- She stopped and stiffened, turning slowly to study her sisters as Bubbles sat up slowly and yawned, Buttercup grinning triumphantly.
Hey! This is great Proffesor! You've outdone yourself!
Bubbles looked back and forth between her sisters in shock as Blossom jumped up and ran to a dry erase board. The Proffesor cringed as she erased some equations and began scribbling in Japanese.
Hey, we can write it too!
The Proffesor stood straighter as if offended, "Of course, you will have to be going to school in Tokyo. How could you do that if you couldn't read and write in the native tongue?"
Bubbles groaned, "But I don't wanna go to school! I wanna tour and go shopping!"
Buttercup snorted, "You just wanna check out the boys."
Blossum gave her a sister a pat on the shoulder, "Cheer up! There will be all kinds of boys our age in school!"
"Be that as it may," the Proffesor said, "You girls might as well get started packing." He turned back to his latest experiment as the girls flew up to their room, bright sparkling light streams trailing behind them. The Proffesor chuckled at their excitement and picked up a beaker.
"Don't think that because your humble features were plastered upon the television screens of millions of unsuspecting innocents that I have given any credence to the reports of your supposed heroism, Soatome."
Ranma cast the older boy a disgusted look, "I never asked for all the attention Kuno."
The older boy snorted and walked off. No, Ranma hadn't asked for the attention. Four more fiancees had shown up since, but thankfully none of them had been as determined as Ukyo, Shampoo, or Mr. Tendo. Ranma muttered and shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking out the school gates after his detention for being late to the first day of school.
He was thinking to himself, wondering if he had any more potential wives out there. He jerked to a stop and barely missed a girl flying out of the ice cream parlor he was passing. He reached out and caught her shoulders just before she fell face first into the concrete. He righted her and he caught sight of her short, bluish-black hair for the first time.
He jerked away and she almost fell again, "Oh, hey Akane, I'm sorry. I did'n mean nuthin!"
She looked questioningly up at him and he realized that it was some other girl. "Oh, I'm sorry but my name's Ami. Thank you for catching me, and I'm sorry I ran into you, but I'm in a dreadful hurry."
He waved a hand, "It's nuthin', just be more careful, okay?"
She nodded with a smile and ran off. Ranma watched her with a perplexed look. The girl had looked a lot like Akane, but her personality seemed the exact opposite. With a shrug he continued off down the sidewalk, his thoughts quickly turning back to his women problems, the other girl quickly forgotten as he once again pondered how to get rid of two of his three main fiancees.
Heck, if he could find a way to boot two of them out on the street, he'd just about settle for whichever of the three was left. His footsteps had the slightest hesitation, no, he wouldn't just settle. He knew who he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with. The problem was getting *her* to see it.
Ranma shrugged mentally, Oh well. If there was one thing he'd learned from the art, it was when to be patient.
He was nearly to the dojo when a car pulled up beside him on the street and the passenger window rolled down to show a red head smiling up at him.
"Excuse me, but could you give us some directions? We're new in town."
The driver was a serenely smiling man, a girl with short black hair and a frown sat in the backseat behind the redhead, next to a giggling girl with blonde pigtails.
Ranma shrugged, "No prob, where ya 'lookin for?"
The redhead turned to the man and snatched the paper he held out to her. She looked back at Ranma with a smile and handed him the folded scrap of paper. He took it and scanned it quickly, suddenly realizing that it was the very house next door to the dojo that had recently been put up for sale.
He looked back at the girl with a lopsided grin, "Hey, this is next door to the house I'm stayin at. It ain't that far from here, actually."
The man leaned over with a relaxed, casual smile, "Well then, if you want a ride, we would love a guide!"
Ranma shrugged, "Sure, where ya want me to sit?"
The man looked thoughtful, then nodded as he came to a decision. "You'd better sit up front by me." Since Ranma was watching the man, he missed the triumphant smirk the redhead shot the girls in the backseat, but her glee faded at the man's next remark, "Blossum, you hop in the back with your sisters and make room for the young man."
Blossum, evidently the redhead, sighed and hopped over the seat as her sisters smirked at her. Ranma looked between the three with a smile for a greeting.
He snorted, "Heh, you three don't look like sisters."
Blondie giggled and batted her eyelids, "Silly, of course we are."
He shrugged and turned back to the front as the man pulled from the curb. "I'm Ranma Soatome, heir to the Soatome school of Anything Goes."
The man blinked once, then smiled, "What an interesting introduction! I am Proffesor Utonium. These are Bubbles, Blossum, and Buttercup."
The girls nodded once each at their names. Blossum was smiling cheefully, but didn't appear more than friendly. Buttercup just appeared bored and sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Bubbles was still batting her eyes and giggling coyly. Ranma ignored her.
Ranma pointed out another turn and the Proffesor took it while stating, "You said that it was where you were *staying*. Isn't that where you live, Ranma?"
Ranma shrugged one shoulder, "Nah, Mr. Tendo (he owns the place) is an old friend of my Pop's. The two old goons decided before I was born that they wanted their two schools joined, so they promised that their future children would marry. So, Akane (that's Tendo's daughter) and I got engaged. So, Pop and I took a break in our training trip to come to the Tendo's."
Ranma shrugged one shoulder again as everyone stared at him in amazement. He sat up a little, then pointed, "That would be your place, and that there is the Tendo Dojo where I live."
The Proffesor parked the car and turned to Ranma while pulling out a slip of paper, "Tell me Ranma, do you know a Furinkan High School?"
Ranma nodded, hand on the doorknob, "Yeah, that's where Akane and I go." He glanced at the girls, "Ya want me to show 'em the way tomorrow?"
Blossom leaned forward, "Hey, that'd be real nice of you."
Ranma smiled at her, "No prob, you three can walk with Akane and me. Nabiki too if she doesn't leave too early."
So arrangements were made, and Ranma trotted over to the dojo. He poked his head in the kitchen door, "Hey, Kasumi?"
She looked up from a cloud of flour, "Yes Ranma, what is it?"
"Just met the new neighbors, they just got in." He jerked a finger toward the next door house. "Oh, and there're three girls that will be going to school with Akane and me tomorrow."
Kasumi smiled and turned to face him fully, "Oh how nice of you to do the new neighbors such a favor, Ranma. I'll go over right now and invite them over for dinner!" She slipped off her apron and hung it up, "Could you please tell everyone to expect company?"
He nodded and she practically skipped out the door. Ranma snorted, she was probably excited to have so much more cooking to do tonight. Ranma stuffed his hands into his pockets and went off in search of everyone to tell them about the dinner plans.
Buttercup wrinkled her nose at the mint green walls. The Powerpuff Girls were trying something new in honor of their new home: seperate bedrooms. Luckily, their new house was more in the Western style than traditional Japanese. Thus, Buttercup was flitting about like a hummingbird while trying to decide how best to arrange her new, personal furniture.
Finally, with a final nudge of the bed to straighten it, she decided she was finished. A flash of pink and Buttercup turned to see Blossum flying into the room.
"Hey Buttercup--" Blossum froze, scanned the room, then began giggling.
Butterfup frowned, "What's so funny?"
Taking her sister's friend, Blossum giggled, "You've gotta see!" Still giggling, Blossum dragged Buttercup down the hall to the next door and threw the door open wide, gesturing within. "We arranged our rooms exactly the same!"
Buttercup scanned the room skeptically, but finally had to agree. Down to the number and arrangement of posters on which walls and the placement of the bedside table, the rooms were identical aside from color. "Hey, you're right!"
"Hey guys, the Proffesor said--Hey! My room looks just like yours, Blossum!"
Buttercup and Blossum looked at each other, than started laughing. Finally, Bubbles put her hands on her hips and huffed, "As I was saying, the Proffesor says that the neighbors have invited us over for dinner, so we need to get ready he says."
The girls split to their rooms, returning shortly in nearly identical outfits. Though the colors depended on which girl was wearing what, each wore a tight minidress very similar to the ones they wore when they were little with three vertical bands: the top and bottom bands would be either pink, blue, or green; with a black band over their stomachs. Now, instead of mary janes, they wore simple black slip on shoes.
Together they flew down to the front door, where the Proffesor was waiting. "Well girls, let's go, we don't want to be late."
And so the four of them stepped outside. The proffesor studied them for a moment, then cleared his throat. The girls stopped their conversation and turned their heads to study him. "Girls, this isn't Townsville. People here might not simply accept your powers. I suggest you walk unless you absolutely must fly."
The girls all looked down to see that, indeed, they were all hovering a foot off of the ground. Blushing guiltily they lowered to the ground and the four of them began walking to their neighbors' place. Shortly they were knocking on the door of the Tendo dojo, and no more than a moment later a brown-haired girl opened the door with a smile.
"Ah, welcome! Please, come in."
"Greetings miss Kasumi." The Proffesor bowed to her, and the Powerpuff Girls giggled at his formal manner. Soon they were seated around a table set with food as people began piling in from every which direction. Bubbles grinned happily as she realized one of the few remaining seats was next to her as Ranma walked in with an older man in a gi from the backyard.
Ranma studied the spot beside Bubbles for a moment, then sat beside the girl with short, blue-black hair. Bubbles' face fell for a moment, but she was soon smiling again as the man with the black hair, Mr. Tendo, cleared his throat.
"It's a great pleasure for our new neighbors to be joining us for dinner. I'm Soun Tendo and these are my daughters Nabiki, Akane, and Kasumi. Akane's about your age I believe, but Nabiki and Kasumi are a bit older. And this is my good friend, Genma Soatome."
The man who'd entered with Ranma bowed, "Greetings. This is my son and heir, Ranma."
Ranma waved, "Yeah, we already met Pops."
"Figures you'd have met three new *girls*, Ranma." Akane rolled her eyes, "I hear you'll be going to Furinkan with us? That's great, I'll show you guys around."
Blossum smiled, "What kinds of sports does the school have?"
The Proffesor cleared his throat, "Now Blossum, you know it isn't really fair for you to play any team sports."
Ranma perked up slightly, curious. "Why's that? the coaches always want me or Akane, but I'm too busy training and all."
"Well Ranma, you see, my girls are . . . different. They have some special . . . er . . . strengths that wouldn't quite make it fair--"
Ranma waved a hand, "Oh, is that all? Big deal. Nobody 'round here would mind an extra hand at the tournaments and all. You wouldn't believe how bad the cheating can get."
Buttercup shook her head, "You don't understand. You see, the whole reason we're here is because we took care of all the troublemakers back home and--"
"Buttercup . . ." The proffesor's threatening tone stopped the green-clad girl, though she did sigh and sulk slightly.
Akane shrugged, "Hey, you probably don't want to get into sports around here anyway. They get real dangerous. You could get killed, and I'm not exaggerating."
Blossom smiled secretly, "Oh, I'm sure we'll be fine. Can't I just talk to a couple of coaches Proffesor?"
He sighed and watched in amazement as Ranma and his father began battling for the last two pickles. Their speed and agility rivaled that of the girls. "We'll see."
Author's Notes:
Hey if anybody actually *liked* this, and wants me to keep it going, just send me an e-mail at: pleeai@excite.com
Obviously, I don't expect a reaction, but I think it's a pretty novel idea, so who knows? It was really quite fun to write.
The city of Townsville . . . is terribly boring. Three teenage girls are sitting on their beds as summer rolls to an end, their new school supplies sitting in a tri-color pile on the floor. One, her long red hair pulled back from her hair with a crimson bow, sighs and looks out the window.
"Gee, I almost wish their was another super villain threatening townsville." At sixteen, Blossom was quite pretty with large, pinkish eyes above an attractive pout.
"Yeah, It sure is boring now that even Mojo is retired." Bubbles almost has tears in her baby blues as she brushes her blonde pigtails.
Buttercup snarls and punches her pillow, "We need to find a city that needs a super hero."
"Or three." Mutters Blossom.
As one, the three girls sigh. Half heartedly, Bubbles glances about and spots the remote control for their television. Now that they were older, the girls' room was no longer spotted with toys. Now they had signs of their own individual hobbies.
Blossom was now an avid athlete in her spare time, though she wasn't alowed on the school teams due to her super powers. Her corner of the room had basketballs and baseball bats etc. scattered about.
Buttercup, surprisingly, had taken to science. She had an elaborate chemisty set next to a punching bag with her kickboxing clothes.
Bubbles was, plain and simple, boy crazy. The fact that she was the prettiest of the girls, though they were all three attractive, had not gone unnoticed by the male populace of townsville.
None of the girls had a boyfriend, but then, none of them had found anyone in Townsville they really liked. Thus, bubbles stopped channel surfing when the picture of a cute boy with a black pigtail popped up on the screen.
The news anchor smiled charmingly out at the girls, "In contrast to Townsville's new peace (Thanks to the Powerpuff girls!), Tokyo Japan has recently been having peculiar problems with monsters, demons, and super powered people running amuck. The Japanese government claims they are at a loss for what to do. Though the same super powered citizens are keeping the problems at bay, government officials fear that the well-meaning citizens may not be able to keep up. In other news--"
The girls shot up to their feet, grinning at each other. Blossom grinned and gestured wildly at the screen, "Hey, they need our help! I bet it wouldn't be boring in Tokyo!"
Buttercup nodded, "Yeah, finally we can kick some more butt!"
"And boy was that guy cute!"
Bubbles giggled and blushed as her sisters gave her long suffering looks. "Well, he was."
Blossom shrugged, "Well, yeah, but that's not the point! C'mon, let's go talk to the proffesor!"
In pink, blue, and green streaks the girls zipped through the house and down to the laboratory. They landed one right after the other behind the man as he tinkered over somthing on the counter.
Without looking up he asked, "Yes girls?" He wiggled something, tugged on another, then paused in thought.
The girls smiled and exchanged glances, "We wanna move to Tokyo and fight the evil doers there!"
He turned and stared at the three girls with there overly-cute pout/smiles and abnormally large eyes as they all three donned their "We're so cute how could you refuse us?" looks.
Proffesor Utonium sighed as his shoulders slumped dramatically, worried for his girls, "I don't know girls. You don't know a word of Japanese, and what about Townsville?"
Buttercup curled her lip back in disgust and waved a dismissive hand, "Aw, we haven't fought a single crime in years. Townsville doesn't need us anymore."
Buttercup nodded enthusiasticly, "Yeah, and they *need* us in Tokyo, Proffesor. We're useless here, and in Tokyo they need some help. Please?"
He sighed and looked from Blossom to Buttercup, then to Bubbles, who merely pouted cutely for her share of the argument. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I'll look into it."
"Well, we have three weeks for you three to learn Japanese, so I made a new invention to help you all out!" The proffesor began to fasten headphones to each of the girls' heads where they were lying on the three long couches down in the lab. Their expressions varied from wary to impatient to determined as the Proffesor fiddled with some dials.
"Now just close your eyes and relax girls, and try to get some sleep if you want. In about an hour you should have a complete understanding of the Japanese language!"
The three of them exchanged glances and Blossom shrugged, but Bubbles was the only one to actually get any sleep. She was still snoring softly when the Proffesor began taking their headsets off. Buttercup rolled her shoulders as they were a little stiff from sitting perfectly still for a whole hour.
The proffesor smirked and stated in Japanese, How are you, Blossom?
She shrugged, I'm fine Proffesor, see-- She stopped and stiffened, turning slowly to study her sisters as Bubbles sat up slowly and yawned, Buttercup grinning triumphantly.
Hey! This is great Proffesor! You've outdone yourself!
Bubbles looked back and forth between her sisters in shock as Blossom jumped up and ran to a dry erase board. The Proffesor cringed as she erased some equations and began scribbling in Japanese.
Hey, we can write it too!
The Proffesor stood straighter as if offended, "Of course, you will have to be going to school in Tokyo. How could you do that if you couldn't read and write in the native tongue?"
Bubbles groaned, "But I don't wanna go to school! I wanna tour and go shopping!"
Buttercup snorted, "You just wanna check out the boys."
Blossum gave her a sister a pat on the shoulder, "Cheer up! There will be all kinds of boys our age in school!"
"Be that as it may," the Proffesor said, "You girls might as well get started packing." He turned back to his latest experiment as the girls flew up to their room, bright sparkling light streams trailing behind them. The Proffesor chuckled at their excitement and picked up a beaker.
"Don't think that because your humble features were plastered upon the television screens of millions of unsuspecting innocents that I have given any credence to the reports of your supposed heroism, Soatome."
Ranma cast the older boy a disgusted look, "I never asked for all the attention Kuno."
The older boy snorted and walked off. No, Ranma hadn't asked for the attention. Four more fiancees had shown up since, but thankfully none of them had been as determined as Ukyo, Shampoo, or Mr. Tendo. Ranma muttered and shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets and walking out the school gates after his detention for being late to the first day of school.
He was thinking to himself, wondering if he had any more potential wives out there. He jerked to a stop and barely missed a girl flying out of the ice cream parlor he was passing. He reached out and caught her shoulders just before she fell face first into the concrete. He righted her and he caught sight of her short, bluish-black hair for the first time.
He jerked away and she almost fell again, "Oh, hey Akane, I'm sorry. I did'n mean nuthin!"
She looked questioningly up at him and he realized that it was some other girl. "Oh, I'm sorry but my name's Ami. Thank you for catching me, and I'm sorry I ran into you, but I'm in a dreadful hurry."
He waved a hand, "It's nuthin', just be more careful, okay?"
She nodded with a smile and ran off. Ranma watched her with a perplexed look. The girl had looked a lot like Akane, but her personality seemed the exact opposite. With a shrug he continued off down the sidewalk, his thoughts quickly turning back to his women problems, the other girl quickly forgotten as he once again pondered how to get rid of two of his three main fiancees.
Heck, if he could find a way to boot two of them out on the street, he'd just about settle for whichever of the three was left. His footsteps had the slightest hesitation, no, he wouldn't just settle. He knew who he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with. The problem was getting *her* to see it.
Ranma shrugged mentally, Oh well. If there was one thing he'd learned from the art, it was when to be patient.
He was nearly to the dojo when a car pulled up beside him on the street and the passenger window rolled down to show a red head smiling up at him.
"Excuse me, but could you give us some directions? We're new in town."
The driver was a serenely smiling man, a girl with short black hair and a frown sat in the backseat behind the redhead, next to a giggling girl with blonde pigtails.
Ranma shrugged, "No prob, where ya 'lookin for?"
The redhead turned to the man and snatched the paper he held out to her. She looked back at Ranma with a smile and handed him the folded scrap of paper. He took it and scanned it quickly, suddenly realizing that it was the very house next door to the dojo that had recently been put up for sale.
He looked back at the girl with a lopsided grin, "Hey, this is next door to the house I'm stayin at. It ain't that far from here, actually."
The man leaned over with a relaxed, casual smile, "Well then, if you want a ride, we would love a guide!"
Ranma shrugged, "Sure, where ya want me to sit?"
The man looked thoughtful, then nodded as he came to a decision. "You'd better sit up front by me." Since Ranma was watching the man, he missed the triumphant smirk the redhead shot the girls in the backseat, but her glee faded at the man's next remark, "Blossum, you hop in the back with your sisters and make room for the young man."
Blossum, evidently the redhead, sighed and hopped over the seat as her sisters smirked at her. Ranma looked between the three with a smile for a greeting.
He snorted, "Heh, you three don't look like sisters."
Blondie giggled and batted her eyelids, "Silly, of course we are."
He shrugged and turned back to the front as the man pulled from the curb. "I'm Ranma Soatome, heir to the Soatome school of Anything Goes."
The man blinked once, then smiled, "What an interesting introduction! I am Proffesor Utonium. These are Bubbles, Blossum, and Buttercup."
The girls nodded once each at their names. Blossum was smiling cheefully, but didn't appear more than friendly. Buttercup just appeared bored and sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Bubbles was still batting her eyes and giggling coyly. Ranma ignored her.
Ranma pointed out another turn and the Proffesor took it while stating, "You said that it was where you were *staying*. Isn't that where you live, Ranma?"
Ranma shrugged one shoulder, "Nah, Mr. Tendo (he owns the place) is an old friend of my Pop's. The two old goons decided before I was born that they wanted their two schools joined, so they promised that their future children would marry. So, Akane (that's Tendo's daughter) and I got engaged. So, Pop and I took a break in our training trip to come to the Tendo's."
Ranma shrugged one shoulder again as everyone stared at him in amazement. He sat up a little, then pointed, "That would be your place, and that there is the Tendo Dojo where I live."
The Proffesor parked the car and turned to Ranma while pulling out a slip of paper, "Tell me Ranma, do you know a Furinkan High School?"
Ranma nodded, hand on the doorknob, "Yeah, that's where Akane and I go." He glanced at the girls, "Ya want me to show 'em the way tomorrow?"
Blossom leaned forward, "Hey, that'd be real nice of you."
Ranma smiled at her, "No prob, you three can walk with Akane and me. Nabiki too if she doesn't leave too early."
So arrangements were made, and Ranma trotted over to the dojo. He poked his head in the kitchen door, "Hey, Kasumi?"
She looked up from a cloud of flour, "Yes Ranma, what is it?"
"Just met the new neighbors, they just got in." He jerked a finger toward the next door house. "Oh, and there're three girls that will be going to school with Akane and me tomorrow."
Kasumi smiled and turned to face him fully, "Oh how nice of you to do the new neighbors such a favor, Ranma. I'll go over right now and invite them over for dinner!" She slipped off her apron and hung it up, "Could you please tell everyone to expect company?"
He nodded and she practically skipped out the door. Ranma snorted, she was probably excited to have so much more cooking to do tonight. Ranma stuffed his hands into his pockets and went off in search of everyone to tell them about the dinner plans.
Buttercup wrinkled her nose at the mint green walls. The Powerpuff Girls were trying something new in honor of their new home: seperate bedrooms. Luckily, their new house was more in the Western style than traditional Japanese. Thus, Buttercup was flitting about like a hummingbird while trying to decide how best to arrange her new, personal furniture.
Finally, with a final nudge of the bed to straighten it, she decided she was finished. A flash of pink and Buttercup turned to see Blossum flying into the room.
"Hey Buttercup--" Blossum froze, scanned the room, then began giggling.
Butterfup frowned, "What's so funny?"
Taking her sister's friend, Blossum giggled, "You've gotta see!" Still giggling, Blossum dragged Buttercup down the hall to the next door and threw the door open wide, gesturing within. "We arranged our rooms exactly the same!"
Buttercup scanned the room skeptically, but finally had to agree. Down to the number and arrangement of posters on which walls and the placement of the bedside table, the rooms were identical aside from color. "Hey, you're right!"
"Hey guys, the Proffesor said--Hey! My room looks just like yours, Blossum!"
Buttercup and Blossum looked at each other, than started laughing. Finally, Bubbles put her hands on her hips and huffed, "As I was saying, the Proffesor says that the neighbors have invited us over for dinner, so we need to get ready he says."
The girls split to their rooms, returning shortly in nearly identical outfits. Though the colors depended on which girl was wearing what, each wore a tight minidress very similar to the ones they wore when they were little with three vertical bands: the top and bottom bands would be either pink, blue, or green; with a black band over their stomachs. Now, instead of mary janes, they wore simple black slip on shoes.
Together they flew down to the front door, where the Proffesor was waiting. "Well girls, let's go, we don't want to be late."
And so the four of them stepped outside. The proffesor studied them for a moment, then cleared his throat. The girls stopped their conversation and turned their heads to study him. "Girls, this isn't Townsville. People here might not simply accept your powers. I suggest you walk unless you absolutely must fly."
The girls all looked down to see that, indeed, they were all hovering a foot off of the ground. Blushing guiltily they lowered to the ground and the four of them began walking to their neighbors' place. Shortly they were knocking on the door of the Tendo dojo, and no more than a moment later a brown-haired girl opened the door with a smile.
"Ah, welcome! Please, come in."
"Greetings miss Kasumi." The Proffesor bowed to her, and the Powerpuff Girls giggled at his formal manner. Soon they were seated around a table set with food as people began piling in from every which direction. Bubbles grinned happily as she realized one of the few remaining seats was next to her as Ranma walked in with an older man in a gi from the backyard.
Ranma studied the spot beside Bubbles for a moment, then sat beside the girl with short, blue-black hair. Bubbles' face fell for a moment, but she was soon smiling again as the man with the black hair, Mr. Tendo, cleared his throat.
"It's a great pleasure for our new neighbors to be joining us for dinner. I'm Soun Tendo and these are my daughters Nabiki, Akane, and Kasumi. Akane's about your age I believe, but Nabiki and Kasumi are a bit older. And this is my good friend, Genma Soatome."
The man who'd entered with Ranma bowed, "Greetings. This is my son and heir, Ranma."
Ranma waved, "Yeah, we already met Pops."
"Figures you'd have met three new *girls*, Ranma." Akane rolled her eyes, "I hear you'll be going to Furinkan with us? That's great, I'll show you guys around."
Blossum smiled, "What kinds of sports does the school have?"
The Proffesor cleared his throat, "Now Blossum, you know it isn't really fair for you to play any team sports."
Ranma perked up slightly, curious. "Why's that? the coaches always want me or Akane, but I'm too busy training and all."
"Well Ranma, you see, my girls are . . . different. They have some special . . . er . . . strengths that wouldn't quite make it fair--"
Ranma waved a hand, "Oh, is that all? Big deal. Nobody 'round here would mind an extra hand at the tournaments and all. You wouldn't believe how bad the cheating can get."
Buttercup shook her head, "You don't understand. You see, the whole reason we're here is because we took care of all the troublemakers back home and--"
"Buttercup . . ." The proffesor's threatening tone stopped the green-clad girl, though she did sigh and sulk slightly.
Akane shrugged, "Hey, you probably don't want to get into sports around here anyway. They get real dangerous. You could get killed, and I'm not exaggerating."
Blossom smiled secretly, "Oh, I'm sure we'll be fine. Can't I just talk to a couple of coaches Proffesor?"
He sighed and watched in amazement as Ranma and his father began battling for the last two pickles. Their speed and agility rivaled that of the girls. "We'll see."
Author's Notes:
Hey if anybody actually *liked* this, and wants me to keep it going, just send me an e-mail at: pleeai@excite.com
Obviously, I don't expect a reaction, but I think it's a pretty novel idea, so who knows? It was really quite fun to write.
