Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma, Golden Boy, and Gravitation.

"Listen Ranma." The kimono-clad woman knelt and rested her hands on her six-year-old son's shoulders. An over-sized bamboo hat, like the ones traveling monks used, cast a shadow over her face, leaving only her red lips in view. "I'm going after you're father. He's been away too long, and I'm afraid Master Happosai's methods are too manly for him to withstand. Whatever happens, promise me that you'll become a great male idol."

"Male idol... okay!" Little Ranma promised.

"That's my manly man." Nodoka smiled at her son, struggling to hold back the tears. "I'll be home with your father soon, be good for your uncle Oe until then." She locked eyes with Ranma's temporary guardian, "I leave him in your capable hands dear cousin."

"You got it No-chan," The brown pony-tailed man gave her a thumbs-up. "Learning how to raise a child should be a most educational experience. I look forward to the opportunity."

"Thank you." Nodoka got up and walked away. Kintaro was a responsible young man; she couldn't have picked anyone better to take care of Ranma. Her traveling cousin was always so very knowledgeable. Ranma would be a male idol in no time flat. And everyone knew male idols got a lot of attention from the ladies, which meant... grandchildren! She giggled at the thought of more little Ranmas produced by her little Ranma.

Kintaro sweated as he watched a madly giggling Nodoka disappear into the horizon. Suddenly, he wasn't all that worried about being a good enough guardian to Ranma anymore.

"What's an idol Uncle Oe?" The little boy asked.

The twenty-some man rubbed his cleanly shaven chin thoughtfully. "I guess an idol is someone who is popular, because of his singing and dancing."

Ranma frowned, "Singing and dancing? But pop said that's for girls!"

Kintaro scratched his head, "I guess you're right, but it's for guys too. Let's go to the video shop so I can rent some boy-band music videos."

"Okay, can we rent Dragonball too? Trunks is so cool!"

"We'll see" Kintaro ruffled Ranma's hair. "But first, let me show you your new partner in our travels." He led the boy over to a sturdy looking tricycle. "This, is Michiru One, take good care of her from now on and she will serve you well."

"It's pink..."

"Err... don't mind that, it is a worthy machine that will take you places!" Kintaro folded his arms and nodded sagely. "Besides, I got it for free at Mrs. Hasegawa's bike shop."

Ranma looked dubiously at the girly tricycle complete with a unicorn ornament in front and winged hubcaps at the back. "Whatever you say uncle Oe."

It's... Notgravitation

By

ToastedPine

Ten years later...

He walked onto the dark and empty school stage save a single circle of light coming from above. His rugged mountain boots were remarkably quiet as they struck the wooden floor. This was it, his first gig. All the jogging up mountains and racing with road-trains on the highway to expand his lung capacity, all the martial arts training to improve his coordination for dance was finally going to pay off.

Striding purposefully, he stepped into the light, revealing wild black bangs held back by orange tinted sunglasses, and a pigtail that swayed as he moved. The navy-blue muscle shirt, accentuated his broad chest and shoulders, while black spandex shorts stretched taught over his firm rear. The whole ensemble was brought together by a shiny red latex trench coat billowing illogically in a non-existent wind.

Watch out boys and girls. Ranma Saotome has arrived.