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She was petite at the age of sixteen with a perfectly toned hourglass figure and long, slim legs that belied her height. She had taken to growing her black silken hair longer than normal, so it brushed against her lower back. She was beautiful in a natural way with pale skin and large brown eyes and a haunting smile that could power a poor country for a decade. That same said smile beamed as she walked on the beach wearing a dark blue bikini that was rather revealing for his tastes, but still tasteful.
She felt his eyes on her and turned and waved and all the young men looked in envy to see who the beautiful young girl was waving at so amorously. She turned when a handsome young man of similar tender years approached her and seemed to giggle at something he said, and Ranma frowned when he heard him offer to put suntan lotion on her back.
"Rika, lunch is ready" Ranma called to her.
"Coming daddy" she called to him. "Do you want to lunch with us, Akira?" she asked the young man.
Ranma just glared daggers as the young man sat beside his daughter and accepted his plate from Ranma's wife, Akane. Ukyo and Akane exchanged glances of amusement at Ranma's suspicions of the young man.
Ranma kept on glaring, until the middle aged version of the Akira sat beside him, along with his wife, Ukyo and said. "Honestly Ranma, why are you so concerned about our son's intentions towards Rika? They have known each other their entire lives and care for each other a great deal. We were both teenagers once and we turned out just fine" he assured him.
"You never had a daughter; you wouldn't understand, Kuno" Ranma said as he continued to glare at Akira, not that he didn't care for the boy; he was like the son Ranma had never had. That he was a boy was enough for the protective father Ranma had become, in a world where perverts seemed abound and his daughter walked amongst them pure and untouched as a sunbeam.
THE END