A Slip of the Tongue

Ranma was flipping through channels, looking for anything interesting when Akane smacked him in the head with a pillow.

*WHAP*

"Just leave it on one channel already!" Akane complained.

Ranma sighed, bored out of his mind, and left it on the Scientific Future channel, where a scientist was explaining why forcefields were impossible. "- the energy would have to know what to do and follow those instructions like an autonomous entity," he explained while cleaning his glasses, "and that's clearly impossible."

Ranma stared at the screen in shock. Was that the key to creating a ki shield? He'd been considering asking Cologne for Breaking Point training to help keep his medical bills down, but with a ki shield... actually, if he worked on the shield during his training, it would be even more effective.

Having made his decision he stood up.

"Where are you going, boy?" Genma asked curiously, as he recognized the look of a Saotome in insane training idea mode.

"I-" Ranma paused as he considered what he was going to say.

If he admitted to going on a training trip, the fathers would insist Akane go and between her cooking and attempts to copy him, he'd have no time to actually learn anything but new first aid techniques. But what could he say to repel her enough to make the fathers' attempts useless?

As was often the case, Ranma's brain analyzed the situation, determined a response, and sent it to the mouth completely bypassing the brain-to-mouth filter, "Since it's summer, I have enough time to learn the breaking point training from the old Ghoul," Ranma replied. "Of course, Cologne is going to send Shampoo through it to try to build a stronger connection between us, but that just simplifies things, since you know what a perv I am. So, basically training and banging Shampoo every night."

Everyone froze in shock at the words that came out of Ranma's mouth.

"With my stamina, I'm probably going to have to nail every girl in the area, so if any of you girls decide to come along, better bring condoms," Ranma finished before vanishing upstairs to pack before he realized what he'd said. Of course, once he'd realized what he'd said and how he was going to have to back up his boast, he vanished in a blur of a speed that would leave a cheetah in the dust.

Meanwhile downstairs...

Akane looked like a statue and her pet pig P-chan couldn't even tell if she was breathing. Nabiki meanwhile had dropped the cracker she'd been nibbling on and was looking for a place to take cover from the inevitable explosion.

Kasumi smiled cheerfully as if nothing unusual was going on and said thoughtfully, "He always forgets to pack extra socks and undershirts. Now, where did I store my tent?"

Nodoka smiled inwardly as Kasumi went upstairs to pack and Akane fell over in a dead faint. Meanwhile two ninja snuck out to inform their mistresses of Ranma's plans.

"Replace all of Kasumi's birth control with tic tacs," Genma ordered Soun.

"What?" Soun asked in shock.

"It's the only way," Genma told him. "Akane will never go for it and Nabiki is... Nabiki, but if we play our cards right, than Ranma and Kasumi could end up joining the schools before the summer ends."

"M-my Kasumi?!" Soun exclaimed in shock.

"Has made her decision," Genma told him.

"She has, hasn't she?" Soun replied, beginning to smile.

"Kasumi isn't on the pill," Nabiki offered, too in shock to even ask for payment.

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Cologne answered the door only to find a nervous Ranma. "Son in law?" she asked, curious about what could be upsetting him.

"Erm, I need your help," he admitted. "See, I need breaking point training, and I may have claimed I'd be banging every girl in the area while we trained, especially Shampoo, to keep Akane from interfering."

It was hard to surprise Cologne, three hundred years exposes you to a lot of different events, yet still Ranma managed it… regularly. "I don't think Shampoo would object," she offered. "So, what's the problem?"

"I've never... and I've got to be the best," he stammered out.

Cologne nodded. "I have Amazon techniques and training for that too."

Typing by: Ordieth!