Happi’s Redemption
A Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins
Ranma along with all of his friends, enemies and acquaintances are the property of Takahashi Rumiko. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of my readers. Sailor Moon and the Senshi aren’t mine either. Please don’t sue me.
This story takes place after the end of the manga.
Chapter 3
Games?
The Previous day at the Nekohanten
Watching the door close behind the departing Happosai, and Shampoo (Speaking Mandarin) asked, “Great Grandmother, what did the old pervert want?”
Cologne looked troubled. “He asked for Nyaniichuan water. He thought I would have kept a supply of it here.”
Now looking troubled herself, the purple haired girl asked, “Do you have any of the cursed waters here?”
The aged crone shook her head. “No child, I didn’t bring any with me. That stuff is dangerous to keep around.”
Looking slightly relieved, Shampoo next asked, “Don’t the elders keep a supply of it hidden away in the village?”
The Elder nodded. “At times some of the men of the village grow tired being treated as second class citizens and elect to use the water to become women. While we only rarely refuse such a request, it is one of the reasons that we have a shortage of men. That in fact was the original reason for instituting the Kiss of Marriage. The Kiss of Death was to prevent adding Outsider women to the tribe to compete for the limited number of men.”
Shampoo nodded in acknowledgement. That much was history that any warrior knew. She had met some women in the village who had begun life as males. While life in the village was not as harsh for men has it had been in the past, it was still better being a woman in Amazon society. To her it made perfect sense for a man to give up his masculinity to gain better treatment and a say in the running of the village.
Her curiosity now aroused, the purple haired girl asked, “What did the old pervert want the water for?”
Frowning, the Amazon Elder replied, “I’m not sure if I can believe him. He said that he dying and that he needed the water to stay alive.”
“Aiyaah!” The girl exclaimed. “Is that true?”
Shaking her head, the tiny old woman said, “I don’t know. I suppose it is possible. His ki was very low, dangerously so. While it would be possible for him to deliberately let his ki run low in an effort to fool me, that is a dangerous tactic to use. Even if he weren’t otherwise dying, letting his ki get that low would put his life in danger. It suggests an urgency bordering on desperation.”
The two women sat silently for a moment. When Cologne resumed she said, “As to what he wants the water for I don’t know. If he truly is dying the water could turn him into a young girl but I consider it highly unlikely that a man such as he would be willing to take that step. No, based on his past history, I would suppose it is more likely a part of some elaborate plot, probably to turn Son-in-law permanently female and maybe his sex slave as well.”
“Aiyaah!” Shampoo realized Cologne was just speculating but the possibility mentioned was alarming to think about. She didn’t want something like that or maybe worse to happen to her airen. “We must stop him!”
The old woman nodded, deep in thought. “Considering his apparent poor health, he will probably try to get help with this. I wouldn’t put it past him to tell Son-in-law that he has a cure and needs the cursed water to make it work.”
The cat-cursed girl asked, “What should we do?”
The Elder said, “I see two possibilities. The first one is that the old fool didn’t believe me when I said we don’t have any of the water here. We should be prepared in case he tries to raid us here at the Nekohanten, looking for something we don’t have. I think I would be the best one to guard against that.”
“The second possibility is that he does believe me and goes to China and likely back to Jusenkyo. Information from back home says that the flood waters have receded and the springs are working again as they used to. I think you should go to the Tendo Dojo to keep watch. If you see the old man leaving or if you see Ranma leaving with his travel and camping gear, then come back to alert me.”
She continued. “The Council must also be notified. They should be prepared on the chance the old fool tries to steal from their stored stocks of the girl water. That could still be safer than risking getting a curse other than the one he wants.”
Before she left, Shampoo put the “Closed” sign in the window of the restaurant. She had the assurance that Mousse would relieve her in a few hours to allow her to eat and take a bathroom break.
The elder positioned herself at the door to the basement. The storerooms were down there and if they did have Nyaniichuan water, that is where they would have kept it. There was only the one door that gave access to the stairs leading down to those rooms, so it was a natural place to keep valuable things.
Before taking up guard duty, the Elder had made a stop in the office to pick up the satellite phone. In the Council chambers in the village there was another phone like this one. It was the tribe’s main link with the outside world.
After punching in the number she waited while it rang. A moment later she heard a voice answer. “This Elder Soap, who is calling?”
“It is I, Elder Cologne.”
The voice on the other end of the line paused a moment before continuing, “You weren’t due to call for the regular weekly report for another day. What has transpired to make you call early?”
The tiny woman in the Nekohanten reported, “The old thief, Happosai, just paid us a visit here at the restaurant in Tokyo. He was asking for Nyaniichuan water. As you know we didn’t bring any of that with us and I told him so. He would know we keep a supply in the village. I am calling to let you know so you may keep a higher level of vigilance in guarding the storage room.”
Soap responded, “Thank you for the warning. It will likely take at least a few days for him to reach us. We will double the guard. We will also position a lookout in Jusenkyo Valley in case. We will alert the Guide there to be watchful as well.”
Cologne answered, “Very good. I have set Shampoo to watching the house where the old thief currently lives. While she will likely try to follow, with the thief’s age and experience, it would be like trying to follow one of us.”
“Hmm…” The other elder was thoughtful. “It is a pity we don’t have more people there. We could put a watch on the airports and docks. After all there are only so many ways off that island. Although I wouldn’t care for our private business being made public, I wonder if there would be any benefit in notifying the Tokyo Police about the famed panty-thief trying to leave the area. They could post people at the exit points.”
Cologne considered that for a moment. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. At best it would likely do no more than inconvenience Happosai and would put the policemen needlessly at risk. We know his two most likely targets. If we watch them we should be able to stop him.”
The Elder in China said, “With one of his skills and power, it is unlikely we could either capture or kill the old thief, but we should be able to deny him his goal. Realistically that’s about all we can count on.”
The Elder in Tokyo added, “He may try persuasion. When he was here, asking for the water, he claimed that he was dying and that the water would save him.”
Soap snorted. “Even if I believed that, why would we want to prolong that pervert’s life one moment longer?”
Cologne replied, “Yes. I wouldn’t want to kill him unless he forced me, but I won’t lift a finger to prevent his death.”
She could hear a laugh over the phone. Cologne voiced her other concern, “One thing troubles me. What if he seeks to cheat death by becoming a young girl?”
There was a pause as Soap considered that. “That would seem very much out of character for someone like him. Still, if he were desperate enough, I suppose it is possible. We will be watching for this as well. If that is his goal then rest assured that the girl will be brought into the tribe to bear many strong daughters for us.”
The older of the Elders cautioned, “There is a chance that he may talk Saotome Ranma into helping him.”
“The boy who killed Saffron?” Soap queried.
“The same,” confirmed Cologne.
The younger of the Elders sighed. “That would complicate matters. Keep vigilance and if you or Shampoo should witness Happosai’s departure, let us know if he travels alone or with company. It will help us know what preparations to make.”
“We will do what we can,” promised Cologne.
With that they ended the phone call. As Cologne put the satellite phone back on the desk she worried. She couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that they were missing something in this situation. Still, they were taking all the precautions that could reasonably be taken. To do more would be the actions of a paranoid.
Back in the present: Ranma looked out the window and scanned with her ki senses. She reported, “Shampoo is still hiding in the big tree across the street. I guess the Old Ghoul got spooked when you asked for some of the girl water. Do you think she was telling the truth when she said she didn’t have any?”
Happosai shrugged as he replied, “I think so. She’s good enough that it’s hard to tell if she’s lying by a reading of her ki. Still, she sounded sincere.”
The redhead nodded. “Shampoo’s been there for just about four hours. Pretty soon Mousse should be along to relieve her to go eat or take a leak. Even with his glasses on, Mousse can’t see too well, so the little fake out we have planned should work.”
Akane was standing behind them. She was wearing one of Ranma’s outfits of black pants and a red shirt and wearing a black wig with a pigtail. Next to her was Genma’s pack. The pack was empty. The girl grumbled, “I don’t see why I have to be the decoy.”
Ranma reasonably pointed out, “Of the people here you are the closest to the size of my guy form. With that wig, those clothes and the pack it should be good enough to fool Mousse. And you are the only other person who is physically fit enough to run fast enough to carry off the fake out. On top of that you have the acting talent to make it believable. While Mousse is trying to follow you, the Master and I can sneak out the back.”
Ranma broke off as she felt Happosai pulling on her sleeve. She looked out the window and saw Mousse had joined Shampoo in the tree. She grinned and nodded her head. Things should start to happen soon.
As they watched the ki trace they recognized as Shampoo leapt from the tree to the roof of the house across the street and headed off in the direction of the Nekohanten. When she could be reasonably sure Shampoo was far enough away she said, “Ok, Akane, you’re on.”
The dark haired girl glared for a moment, then shouldered the pack. If she was going to do this, she would do it right.
A moment later Akane crept out the door and up to the wall. She peeked over the top of the wall as if checking to see if she was being watched. Then she said in low tones, “Alright master, I’ll meet you at the train station.” She vaulted over the wall and took off running down the street. She had spoken in a soft voice but knew it had been loud enough for Mousse with his sharp hearing to have heard it. She had even managed to make her voice a credible imitation of Ranma’s.
As the girl receded down the street, Ranma was whispering, “Come on, you blind idiot. Take the bait.”
Before Akane was completely out of sight they could see Mousse jump down from the tree and start running in pursuit. Happosai shook his head. “That boy really is an idiot. I’m sure Cologne gave him an order to not follow, but to report back to her. She won’t be happy when she finds out that he followed Akane.”
Ranma shrugged. “She’ll probably make him spend a day or more in duck form in a cage as punishment. As tough as she is with discipline, I’ve never known her to be deliberately cruel.”
The redhead shouldered her own pack. In contrast the one Akane was wearing, this one was full. It had spare clothing, tents, bedrolls for both herself and the old man, food and other gear.
To aid in the deception Ranma was wearing a pair of Akane’s jogging shorts and a blouse of Nabiki’s. She quickly tucked her hair into a black beret including the pigtail. The look was like nearly any girl headed out for a hike. The pack was a lot bigger than you would normally see a girl her size carrying, but she carried it so easily that people would likely assume the pack was not full. Also not consistent with the image was the tiny old man riding on top of the pack. Still the way she looked was so different from Ranma’s normal appearance it made a truly effective disguise.
Shrugging her shoulders to settle the pack more comfortably Ranma wondered. If her girl form was only the equivalent of 13 years old and already this strong, what would she be able to do when she grew up some more?
Nabiki hung up the phone and told them, “The taxi will be waiting to take you to the airport. They’ll be waiting on the corner five blocks from here. I’m putting this on your tab gramps.”
The old man laughed. “That’s Ok. I do hope you realize that this is pretty much of an all or nothing deal for me. The only thing really keeping me alive right now is the ki that Ranma is forcing into me. I’ll either come back as a girl or I won’t come back at all.”
Nabiki frowned and shook her head. “I have a hard time imagining you as a girl.”
He replied, “To be honest, I have a hard time imagining it myself. It is one thing to be told I was born a girl and that I’m really a girl inside, and something else to really feel it. I’ve been male for more than 300 years. All I know about being a girl is what I’ve learned from observing girls.”
Shrugging once more, Ranma put in, “So, you’ll be a tomboy. You’ll be in good company. Mom wants me to act ladylike when I’m in girl form, but I’m pretty sure the best I can do for her is to be a tomboy. With Akane the tomboy you’ll fit right in here.” She headed out the back door and leapt over to the top of the wall. From there she leapt to the roof of the next house. The huge pack didn’t inconvenience her in the least.
Ranma paused on the roof of the house nextdoor to the Tendos. She asked, “Can you sense anyone watching?”
Happosai replied, “No, nobody.”
The girl nodded. “Good! Let’s get to that taxi before the driver gets tired of waiting and leaves.”
With that said the redhead bounded off over the rooftops. It was a matter of mere moments before Rannma landed lightly on the street next to the taxicab. When Ranma opened the back door the driver said, “I was told to wait for a Tendo Ranko and her grandfather. Is that you?”
Ranma agreed that it was her, and Happosai announced, “Yes, she’s my granddaughter. Isn’t she a cutie? She’ll be a real heartbreaker when she gets older.”
The girl tried to sound flattered as she growled, “I wish you’d stop that, gramps. You’re embarrassing me.”
The driver thought the girl could be a heartbreaker now, but kept his opinion to himself. He said, “Your fare has been prepaid from here to the airport. Is that pack your only luggage?”
Ranma nodded as she set the pack in the center of the back seat. Happosai took up a position on one side and Ranko sat on the other side of the pack. “Yep, this is it. We’re both used to traveling light. We’re going be hiking in the back country and decided that camping gear and food were more important than a lot of clothes.”
The driver responded with a grunt. When he was sure his passengers were settled in their seats and the doors closed, he put the car in gear and headed out. The ride passed mostly in silence. The driver tried to engage them in conversation but most questions were met with grunts or silence. He finally gave up on talking to his fares.
When they got to the check in counter at the airport they found that Ranma’s travel documents were there, waiting for them. Ranma hadn’t even known that she had a passport, but it seemed that Nabiki had provided one in the name of Tendo Ranko. While glad that Nabiki had the foresight to have the documents prepared it would require her to stay a girl while they traveled.
She had known that she would have to be a girl for at least part of the trip so she could she could infuse female ki into the old man. She was prepared for that over and above the usual accidental splashing. Now she would have to stay female on the chance they might get stopped to have their documents checked. If she accidentally got splashed with hot water she would have to change to female as quickly as possible.
As they walked to the plane, Happosai joked, “Cheer up, Ranma. There’re worse things than being a girl. At least I’ll have something nice to look at while we travel.”
Ranma glared at him for a moment until a thought occurred to her. She grinned and said, “If you’re going to be changing into a girl, shouldn’t you be trying to enjoy looking at my guy form more?”
“Oh, good point,” the old man acknowledged. “Still, you have to realize that I was a girl for only one month and have no memory of it. It’s going to be something of an adjustment.”
Before they were allowed to board the plane Ranma had to empty out the pack for security. There were a few tense moments on some of the items they were bringing, but it was fairly obvious that the pack really only contained camping gear, food and clothing.
With the contents of the pack approved, Ranma was allowed to take it with her as a carry-on. She grumbled about the hassle that security had put her through, but really had been expecting something of the sort.
Eventually they were on the plane. Ranma had wanted to get a seat near the window but it would appear that was not to be. The flight had been arranged on short notice and they were taking seats of passengers who had cancelled. The end result was that Ranma didn’t have the view out the window to distract her.
She would have liked to talk with Happosai, but he quickly fell asleep. With his ki deficit problems the old man probably tired easily. As soon as they landed Ranma would have to give him another ki transfusion.
There was no movie on the flight. Ranma hadn’t anticipated the need of bringing something to read so she had nothing to do. She decided that she would try to follow the old Master’s example and closed her eyes.
In the council chambers in the Joketsuzoku village the satellite phone let out an electronic warble. The old woman there picked up the phone and said, “This is Elder Soap. Who calls?”
“This is Elder Kho Lon. I have news. Happosai is on his way.”
The younger of the Elders asked, “What more can you tell me?”
“Not much, I’m afraid,” The Elder in Japan replied. “The old pervert used a decoy. One of the people living in the house went out dressed up as young Son-in-Law and Mousse followed her instead of reporting to me as he was ordered?”
“Will he be punished?” Asked Soap.
“Yes,” responded the older of the Elders. “He will be punished more for disobeying orders than for failing in his mission. His failure was something of a punishment in its own right.”
“Oh? What happened?”
Cologne gave an amused snort. “Mousse caught up to the girl who was the decoy. When he confronted her she was able to get in a lucky punch. The girl’s skills are not too great, but she has a lot of raw power.”
The Elder in China responded, “By that I assume you mean she hits hard.”
With a chuckle the Elder in Japan replied, “Very hard. She knocked Mousse out, then doused him with cold water to change him into a duck. She trussed him up with one of his own chains and brought him back here.”
The tone was confused, “She brought him to you?”
Cologne responded, “She had accomplished her mission. She let Happosai and young Son-in-Law get away unobserved. I didn’t bother to tell her that the only reason we set watchers on their house was to find out if the old pervert or Ranma went out. She may have delayed my notification of that, but in the end it was Miss Tendo herself who did what Mousse couldn’t do.”
“Very well,” the younger Elder replied. “We will exercise increased vigilance.”
They ended the phone call.
Sometime later Ranma was awakened when a flight attendant touched her shoulder and said, “We are on final approach and will be landing soon. Please fasten your seatbelt.”
The girl shook her head and asked, “I slept through the whole flight?”
The attendant replied, “Yes, you did. You must have been very tired.”
Ranma nodded to acknowledge the attendant. She had been up late and awakened early. She buckled the belt. Gently Ranma woke the old man and told him about the belt. He seemed disappointed that he too had missed the flight. The redhead leaned over to him and whispered, “As soon as we’re out of the airport, I’m going to look for a private spot to give you another ki treatment.”
Happosai realized that his sleep hadn’t restored any of his energy. He felt just as tired as he had when he had closed his eyes. Yes, a ki treatment sounded like a very good idea.
When they got off the plane they again had to empty out the backpack, for customs this time. Again there was no real problem as the inspectors could see that the two were carrying nothing but camping gear. The story they had agreed on was that Happosai was taking his granddaughter to see some of the places he had visited back when he was young. The government officials accepted the story.
Before long the two left the airport in the city of Beijing. Before heading to the train station they stopped in a park where they sat on a bench. Ranma set the pack on the ground in front of her then took the old man’s hand in hers. To anyone looking it had the appearance of a child comforting a grandparent.
They sat like that for several minutes. When Ranma took her hand away she said, “Master… we may have more of a problem than we thought.”
The little man had been enjoying the feeling of renewed strength and energy. Now alarmed he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl was frowning. “The difference wasn’t big, but I could feel it. Your resistance to the ki transfer is getting worse. It’s hard to say, but I’d have to guess that in two weeks to a month and I won’t be able to push hard enough to get the ki into you. That’s if the change doesn’t get any faster.”
The old man got a somber look on his face. “I guess that means we won’t have any time for sightseeing along the way. We have a time limit. We must get to where we need to be as fast as we can.”
Ranma shook her head. “Somehow I just knew something like this would happen. The trip was going too smoothly.”
The old man smirked and said, “Did you want it to be easy?”
The redhead grumpily replied, “It would be nice once in a while. Alright, let’s get to that train station.”
As they left the park Ranma noticed some policemen. Since neither she nor Happosai had done anything wrong, she tried to ignore them. One of them did look at her for a moment then his gaze moved on. Apparently the redhead was not who he was looking for.
At the train station Ranma and the Master had to produce their papers. The officer who checked looked hard at Happosai then compared the name on the papers against a notebook he had in his pocket. After a moment he handed the papers back to the travelers and waved them into the station.
As they walked toward the station Ranma glanced back at the guard. “He was looking at you pretty good. Do the Amazons have friends in the PRC government?”
The little man gave a derisive snort. “Friends? I wouldn’t say that. The government barely tolerates the Joketsuzoku, the Musk and the Phoenix. About the only reason they don’t sent troops in to wipe out those tribes is that they stay pretty much in their own region. As long as they do that it would cost more to destroy them than to leave them alone. Regardless of how powerful Herb or the reborn Saffron may be, they aren’t stronger than modern weapons.”
Ranma frowned. “So the police aren’t looking for us?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t say that either. They may be looking for us; they might not. For now I’ll just have to assume that we bear a slight resemblance to someone they are looking for.”
The girl glanced back at the guard then shrugged and boarded the train. A short while later they were looking out the windows of the train car as it clattered down the track. They were heading to the very end of the line. After a few stops many of the other passengers got off.
When they had some empty seats around them Ranma finally asked, “So, you want to give me the rest of the answer to that question?”
The old man looked puzzled. “Which question do you mean?”
With an expression of exaggerated patience, the redhead said, “When you told me you could absorb ki from a woman’s hand, I asked ‘why the groping?’ You said it was because it was easier to find unwilling victims than willing volunteers. Even if you are sneaking up on women you could still grab a hand instead of boobs or butt. So I repeat the question, ‘Why the groping?’”
The little man looked sad as he seemed to study the back of the seat in front of them. Finally he said, “From what you have seen of me in the past, would you say I’m a serious person?”
Ranma frowned at the question. After a moment she replied, “No, not serious. If anything you often act like an overage little kid who wants to play all the time. You’ve been a lot more serious lately, but I guess that finding out you could die soon would do that to you.”
The aged martial arts master nodded. “Yes, that’s pretty accurate description. Part of my way of not giving in to depression was making a game out everything I did, including getting the ki I needed to live.”
“A game?”
The little man nodded. “That’s right.”
Renma frowned fiercely and suppressed her anger, almost trembling with the effort. “So you figured the only way you wouldn’t get depressed was if you made your ki gathering fun. Is that right?”
The old man looked at his traveling companion. He could hear the anger in her voice and sense it in her ki. He wasn’t sure he understood the reason for it. “Yes, that’s right.”
In a tightly controlled voice, Ranma asked, “How much fun do you think it was for the women and girls you groped?”
Somewhat lamely, he answered, “Uh… not very much?”
Ranma fixed the old man with a glare. “I’m not even a woman all the time and I hated it. Even with all of my speed, strength and martial arts skills I couldn’t stop you from touching me there more than part of the time.”
Her glare didn’t lessen in the least. “I’ve talked to some of the girls at school and they explained to me the kinds of feelings I was having. I wouldn’t admit to having girlish feelings, but secretly I had to agree that what they described matched what I was feeling pretty closely. What you were touching are places a girl normally doesn’t expect anyone other than a doctor or a lover to touch. When a woman, even a part-time woman like me, is touched in those places by someone she doesn’t trust, she feels violated and used.”
She paused a moment. “At least with my abilities I have some chance to fight you off. The girls who have no martial arts skills have the feeling of helplessness added to the violation. When you take a bra or panties off a woman without even removing her outer clothes it make the helpless feeling even worse. You may think that it’s harmless fun because you don’t hit the women or cause a physical injury. You probably think that what you were doing doesn’t hurt them. You’re wrong about that!”
The old man looked stricken. “Ranma, I… didn’t know.”
The redhead continued her glare. “Have you ever heard of ‘emotional scars?’ That’s what you have been giving to those girls and women.”
She looked at him and said, “When I found you on the front walk at the Tendo dojo, I had an argument with myself. Normally I defend people, especially women, against you. I do that because of the code of honor your student, my father, drummed into me for most of my life. The code that says, ‘It is a martial artists duty to defend those who can’t defend themselves.’ Never mind that Pop’s interpretation of that code is a lot more… flexible than mine, he taught me.”
The girl continued, “I could have just called an ambulance and left you to the care of doctors. Somehow I knew that wouldn’t do the job. I think if I had, you’d probably be dead now. I’m going to stay with you and see this little quest to the end. Do you know why?”
The little man shook his head.
The girl settled back into her seat. “Two reasons - dead people can’t learn from their mistakes. Dead people can’t do anything to make up for the harm they caused. I’ll stay and keep helping you because you didn’t really know what harm you were doing - You were too caught up in your games to see it.”
She paused for a moment and seemed to calm down a little. Finally she said, “I’m not the kind of person who would do to anyone else what you did. If we come through this little adventure with you still alive and female, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
The girl studied the other. “Just a little mental exercise. If you do become a girl I want you to imagine what it would be like to have a pervert grope you when you were powerless to stop him.”
The old man was surprised at the intensity of the emotion he sensed in his traveling companion. It was true, he had thought what he was doing was harmless to the women he groped. Chastened he finally replied, “I… I’ll do that. I’m sorry Ranma.”
The girl nodded. “You’ll see it differently when you’re a girl yourself. I’m not going to accept an apology from you on this until you are a girl and can tell me you understand what I’m talking about.”
He nodded, “Alright.”
They continued to ride in silence. The trip took them to the end of the current train line to a small town. There they changed trains. The one they changed to was older and less modern, but still well maintained. The seats were less comfortable.
When Ranma had gotten over her anger, Happosai began talking to her. He taught her ki techniques that could be done while sitting on the train. Some of it involved meditation techniques.
Author’s Note: As you can see, for this story I didn’t want Happosai to be evil. Here he is a thoughtless, inconsiderate jerk whose threatened death has given him a serious wake-up call. If he becomes a she and gets out of this alive, she will want to turn over a new leaf.
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happi's Redemption Chapter 2
Happi’s Redemption
A Ranma ½ Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins
Ranma along with all of his friends, enemies and acquaintances are the property of Takahashi Rumiko. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of my readers. Sailor Moon and the Senshi aren’t mine either. Please don’t sue me.
This story takes place after the end of the manga.
Chapter 2
Happi’s Tale
Once upon a time (or 305 years ago if you prefer) there lived a cruel and ambitious man. He was a military man, in charge of troops that were to defend his territory. To further his ambitions he desperately wanted for his firstborn child to be a son. I’m sure Saotome and Tendo here can understand that feeling.
When his wife became pregnant, he was delighted. He was sure he would have the son he wanted. He told all of his friends and the men in his charge what things he would do with his son and the things he would teach the boy. With the cruel man’s teachings, the boy would rise to a position of power higher than his father had.
When the child was born the cruel man was severely disappointed. The baby was a girl. All of those ambitions would come to nothing, the plans not completed.
For most men such a disappointment would not be a major thing. They would just shift the fulfillment of their plans to the next child or the one after that. This was not so with the cruel man of this story. Besides being cruel, the man was impatient. He didn’t want to wait for a second child. He reasoned that the second child might also be a girl and then what would he do?
In the next nearest village there lived a witch. This woman helped out her neighbors with minor spells, love potions, good luck charms and the like. It was claimed that she had real powers and could accomplish much bigger enchantments than the simple spells she used in her village.
Based on this reputation, the cruel man sought out the witch and asked that she use her magic to change his firstborn child into a boy so that the man’s ambitions might be achieved. The witch refused. To work such a change on a baby was a terrible thing and could be damaging to the child’s mind. It could even cause the child to go mad when he grew up.
The cruel man didn’t take the refusal well. He insisted. When the witch stood by her refusal, the cruel man had her beaten. When she had healed enough from the beating he told her that if she didn’t do as he demanded, he would have her given to his soldiers as a party favor. She would be raped over and over again. When she finally became pregnant, she would be tossed aside.
Faced with such a fate, the witch agreed to cast the requested the spell. The cruel man’s daughter became his son. The cruel man was satisfied and paid the witch handsomely and let her go. Some thought it odd that the witch left her home in the next village and disappeared. The cruel man shrugged it off. Likely the witch didn’t fully trust the word given that she would not be bothered again. It was not important.
The father set about training his child. From the first moment the child could walk, he was trained in martial arts. He was to become the greatest martial artist alive as well as educated in many other things as well. When the time was right the boy would move out of the home town and become a leader.
There was a problem with the child. He didn’t grow like he should have. He remained small for his age. When the boy reached the age of eleven he began puberty. While small for his age, he was only a little short, not freakishly so. When puberty hit he stopped growing and began to get smaller. The child finally came to resemble a gnome.
The father was furious. He could tell that the witch had done something. There had to have been something wrong with the spell she had used to change the child from female to male. While angry, the father didn’t feel that his ambitions were destroyed. His second child was born male and he had begun to have that child trained as the first had been. He had reasoned that something could have happened to his firstborn and it was only wise to have a backup plan.
Showing the kind of man he was, the father disowned the boy and threw him out, leaving him to fend for himself. Fortunately for the child, part of the training he had received included survival skills, so he was able to travel and live off the land when he could. Few people wanted to associate with the child because of his appearance and small stature.
In spite of the martial arts training the boy had and the hard exercise that had toughened him up, he found himself sickening after he set out on his journey. In only a few cases did he find himself feeling strong. Oddly enough those times were after he had been touched by a woman who had thought him to be a child.
Not long after that he entered a village where the witch had moved. Since the woman had moved away while the boy was still a baby, he didn’t recognize her. The witch was able to see her magic on the boy and approached him to find out what had happened.
The witch learned of the truth of the boy’s story. When she realized what had happened she wad filled with remorse. In trying to get back at the man who had abused her, she had afflicted an innocent child. Her attempt at revenge had failed. What she had done to the child had been an inconvenience to the cruel man, little more.
The witch explained to the boy what she had done, the spell that had changed a female baby into a male. There was also a curse on the child separate from sex change spell and yet linked to it. It had been that curse that had caused the child to change into the gnome-like creature when he reached puberty.
The boy had wanted to hate the witch for what she had done to him, but he found he could not. He realized that she had been desperate. She was beaten and threatened with rape and was fighting back in what may have been the only way available to her. He did think to ask why the witch couldn’t have simply cast the sex change spell and think up a way to attack the cruel man directly later. The answer was that she simply didn’t think of that until later, she was too angry at the time. By the time she was able to think more calmly, it was too late to correct her error.
The witch felt guilty for what she had done to an innocent child and vowed that she would do what she could to help. She told the boy that the reason for the strange weakness and why the touch of a woman could relieve that weakness. It was a side effect of the curse that caused it and the fact that the soul within the male body was still that of a girl. The male body couldn’t generate enough female ki to sustain the female soul within and the boy needed infusions of such ki to stay alive and strong.
The combination of the sex change spell and the curse created a condition of imbalance in the body and the boy would need infusions of female ki for the rest of his life. There was a chance that the boy could someday be cured and restored to a female body. One way to do that was the water from the Spring of Drowned Girl at Jusenkyo in China. However, there was a problem with that cure. The magic of the curse was so structured that the curse in the girl water would fight with the magic of the original curse. The witch was not sure, but thought that this conflict would cause the curse victim to die painfully.
What would be needed for the boy to be fully cured was a two step process. First the curse had to be neutralized. Then an application of water from the Spring of Drowned Girl would change the boy back into the girl he should have been from the start. To neutralize the curse would require magic that the witch no longer had access to. She knew of a number of charms and talismans that might do the job but didn’t possess any of them herself.
So it was that the young boy and the witch began to travel together. They spent nearly twenty years together searching for one of the talismans that would either break the curse or at least suppress it. Even suppressing the curse would do the job and allow the girl water to make the transformation. Once the boy was changed back to a female the curse would dissipate on its own when the spell that was its anchor was removed.
In the twenty years of traveling together the witch taught her companion all she knew of magic. The young man would also use their travels to further his training in martial arts. Thus it was that on their travels they would stop at times to study with various sorcerers, witches, martial arts masters, temples and the like. While the young man and the witch traveled together, she gave him regular infusions of her own female ki.
After twenty years of travel Noriko, the witch, came down with an illness and died. The young man continued his travels and furthered his training.
Happosai stopped the telling of his story.
Ranma looked confused and asked, “You knew about the cursed waters of Jusenkyo?”
The old man nodded.
The pigtailed martial artist shook his head. “Then I don’t understand. If you knew about the cursed waters why did you bathe Taro in a cursed pool? Didn’t you know what would happen to him?”
The aged grandmaster shook his head. “Noriko told me that cursed magic water was what I needed to cancel out the spell on me. She knew that the water came from China, but she didn’t know where in China.”
Akane broke in, “So when you were at Jusenkyo…”
He finished, “I didn’t know that was where the cursed water came from. Needless to say, when I saw the effect the water had on Taro, I figured it out.”
Nabiki now asked, “When you found out that you were at the source of the water that could reverse the spell on you, what did you do?”
The tiny man said, “You have to remember that I was not able to use the water on myself while my curse was active. What I did do was to carefully collect some of the water into bottles that I then sealed. I hid those bottles in caves in some of the valleys around Jusenkyo. There were valleys that nobody lived in and as far as I know nobody lives there now.”
Nabiki then asked, “What I don’t understand is why girl water? Sure you were born a girl, but if you were changed to male when you were a baby, would you have any memory of it at all?”
He shook his head. “No, I have no memory. The problem for me now is that I am losing the ability to absorb female ki from women. Ranma, when you were giving me your ki did you notice a problem?”
The boy frowned as he nodded. “When I was pushing my ki into you I felt some kind of resistance. It wasn’t strong. I was able to overcome it easily.”
Happosai explained, “That resistance may not have stopped you from pushing ki into my aura, but it is enough to prevent me from absorbing ki from a woman by simply touching her. When I told you I was too weak to grope you last night when you carried me upstairs, I was only telling part of the truth. Even if I had groped your breasts, it wouldn’t have done me any good. The resistance would have prevented me from getting any ki from your body.”
From a pocket he pulled out an object strung on a leather thong. “Ranma saw the leather thong on this but I was gripping it too tight for her to see.” He handed it to Ranma who took a closer look at it. It appeared to be a carving of stone. The carving looked like something from South American Indians, Mayans or Incas or something like that. (Ranma was a little weak on the subject of those ancient tribes.)
As Ranma handed the carving to Akane, Happosai said, “It is called the Amulet of Ortiz. The story goes that a Spanish wizard named Ortiz went to an ancient Mayan city and took a piece from a broken statue of an ancient god. He carved it into a smaller representation of that same god and then infused it with his own magic.”
As she handed the amulet to Nabiki to look at, Akane asked, “What does this amulet do?”
The tiny man replied, “It was created as a magical defense. In a fight between magic users, having an amulet to handle at least part of your defense means you could devote more of your energy to offense. It could mean the difference between winning and losing.”
In a thoughtful tone, Ranma asked, “That sounds like it’s meant to stop a new curse. Will it work on a curse that has been in place for hundreds of years?”
The old man raised an eyebrow. It always surprised him when Ranma showed these flashes of intelligence in maters outside of martial arts. “That’s actually a good question. I checked and it will work on my curse. It doesn’t do anything to a curse like yours.”
Nodoka asked, “If it will do what you need, why don’t you put the amulet on now?”
The old man got a grim expression. He asked, “Have you ever seen a movie where a very old man was using magic to keep him alive and young?”
They all nodded except Ranma. For the boy’s benefit, Happosai explained, “I think movie makers are a little too fond of this special effect. When the old man in the movie loses his magic you see him start to age rapidly so that in seconds he’s nothing more than dried up skeleton and a short time later a pile of dust that usually blows away in a breeze. If I were younger that wouldn’t be such a problem, but now…” He shook his head.
He paused a moment and said, “It would take minutes for me instead seconds, but my true age would catch up with me in a relatively short time. That’s why someone must have Nyaniichuan water ready to throw on me as soon as I put on the amulet.”
Ranma frowned at this. He asked, “No offense old man but, why wouldn’t the cursed water just turn you into an old woman who looks like the old ghoul’s sister?”
The aged martial arts master looked surprised. “You didn’t know?”
The pigtailed martial artist looked annoyed. “Didn’t know what?”
“About Jusenkyo curses?”
Ranma wondered what the old man was babbling about. The boy almost growled, “Just tell it!”
The little man looked down for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but water of Naniichuan is not a cure for you or even someone with an animal curse.”
“WHAT!” Genma almost screamed. “If that were true, why didn’t you tell us? Why did you let us go on believing that we could get a cure that way?”
The old man chuckled with little humor. It didn’t seem so funny to him now. “I was messing with you. When you get as old as I am there isn’t a lot left that can provide entertainment. Watching you scramble for a cure was fun to watch.”
Controlling his anger, Ranma decided that it was time to ask a slightly more intelligent question. He was pretty sure he already knew the answer but wanted confirmation. “Why wouldn’t Naniichuan be a cure for another Jusenkyo curse?”
Happosai was glad to see the boy was not allowing anger to cloud his reasoning. He asked, “Do you remember what happened to Taro when he got another curse?”
“What’s he talking about, boy?” Genma demanded.
The young man nodded as if he had been expecting the old man’s answer. He now said for Genma’s benefit, “When we first met Taro he had the curse from the spring of Drowned Yeti riding a bull, holding an eel and a crane. The cursed form that came from that looks like a flying minotaur. Later he got splashed with water from the spring of drowned octopus. All that did to his cursed form was to add tentacles and gave him the ability to shoot ink.”
Scowling, Genma demanded, “So? What is all of that supposed to mean?”
Ranma shook his head sadly. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. Maybe I did see it because didn’t want to believe it. What the Master is saying is that Jusenkyo curses don’t replace each other, they mix.”
The bald martial artist looked confused. “What do you mean, mix?”
The pigtailed youth said, “If I understand what he’s saying right, you really don’t want to get splashed with Naniichuan water. We often call you ‘the panda’ or ‘panda man’ as a sort of nickname. If you got splashed with Naniichuan you would be a panda man for real. Your cursed form would be a half panda, half human. If I got splashed with it, I’d turn into some kind of half man, half woman.”
Happosai nodded. “I think the medical term for that is ‘hermaphrodite.’ It’s a person with both male and female organs. At the wedding when that cask of Naniichuan water was being thrown around I pretended to mistake it for sake and drank it. For the curse to affect someone it has to get on their skin, not be drunk. By drinking the water, I rendered it harmless.”
Ranma looked shocked. “You knew about that water?”
Happosai, looked embarrassed. “I didn’t want to see my lovely Ranma-Chan turn into that kind of freak. I had to take a hand.”
“You saved me?” The young Saotome wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
The little man replied, “Do find that so very hard to believe?”
The young man shook his head. “I’m sorry master but the way you act all the time is selfish. Anybody watching you would think you don’t care about anybody but yourself.”
The old man looked thoughtful. “Living as long as I have, I guess it’s become a habit to act that way. One tries to not to make too many friends because it hurts when they die before you do.”
The pigtailed martial artist was still trying to process this. “Are you saying you would think of me as a friend and not just the heir to Anything Goes?”
Happosai was indeed very much out of character this morning. He said, “Ranma, you are brave, loyal, honorable and kind. You are a young man any father would be proud to call his son (present company excepted.) I never did understand why Genma is always saying what a disgrace you are. You are dealing with a difficult situation in an admirable fashion even to working toward overcoming some of the shortcomings that your upbringing caused you.”
Angrily Genma demanded, “What ‘shortcomings?’ He is the greatest martial artist of his generation.”
The little man shook his head sadly. “This may sound strange coming from me, but even I am aware that there is more to life than martial arts. Have you looked at the grades he gets in school?”
Genma was indignant. “What does that have to do with anything?”
The elderly man reflected on what he had observed of the father and son. Genma would claim that Ranma’s excellence in the Art was due solely to the father’s skills as a teacher. In truth Genma was a merely adequate teacher. The only reason Ranma had achieved such heights because of his innate talent and ability to modify and improve techniques after he’d learned them. That and the many masters of they arts they had studied under in their travels.
The martial arts master shook his head sadly. “By keeping Ranma ignorant you guarantee that when he and Akane take over the dojo, you will be the one actually running it.”
The panda man insisted, “That’s a lie!”
In a dangerous tone Ranma said, “Is it? I don’t think so. I’ve known for a long time that you were hoping to retire on my labor. This makes just as much sense as that. The only problem with your plan is that you don’t know how to run a dojo either. With you in control we’d be broke and out in the street in a year or less. Think about that the next time you want to say something about how ‘useless’ my classes in school are.”
Happosai interrupted, “As interesting as this is, we are getting off the subject. Ranma asked a question. He thought that my getting splashed with Nyaniichuan would make my cursed form an old woman. That is not true.”
He paused and said, “You have been told that Naniichuan is Spring Drowned Man. That is correct but doesn’t give all the information that you need. In fact it literally is Spring of Drowned Man, as in man - not boy. To fully define it, that means an adult man. If a girl below the age of twenty were to fall into Naniichuan her cursed form would be an adult man. If a woman over the age of twenty fell in her cursed form would be a man of the same age. If a boy under the age of 20 fell in his cursed form would be that of a man of 20 or just a little over.”
He let them think about that for a moment. When he resumed he said, “Nyaniichuan is the Spring of Drowned Young Girl. If a girl under the age of 20 fell into the spring she wouldn’t get a curse. If an old woman fell into the spring she would have a young girl as her cursed form. If a young man or boy fell into Nyaniichuan his cursed form would be a girl of the same age or slightly younger, like Ranma. If an old man was splashed with Nyaniichuan water, his cursed form would be a teenaged girl.”
“Whoa! What a minute!” Demanded Ranma. “What was that about, ‘slightly younger like Ranma?’”
The old man laughed. “You mean you haven’t figured out yet that your girl form is younger than your boy form?”
“Huh?”
Happosai sounded thoughtful. “I’d estimate about two years younger, maybe more. Let me see if I have the times figured right. You were 15 when you fell into the spring, right?”
Ranma nodded.
The old man continued, “You had your sixteenth birthday during the 3 weeks you were on the run from Shampoo while she was trying to kill you. Also right?”
Ranma nodded again. He said, “You’re saying that when I first got the curse my girl form was only 13 years old or maybe as young as 12? What 12 or 13 year old girl has boobs that big?”
“I did,” said Nodoka quietly.
Ranma turned to look at her and asked, “What?”
Happosai turned toward Ranma’s mother. “Nodoka, I’d have bet you were an ‘early bloomer.’ What did your figure look like when you were 13? How did it compare to Ranma’s current girl form?”
The auburn haired woman blushed a little. After a moment she said, “The way Ranma’s girl form looks now is pretty close to what I looked like at 13. I was close to the same height too.”
Ranma took a few moments to absorb that. Finally he said, “So you’re saying the reason why my girl form is so short is because it hasn’t grown up as much as my guy form?”
The old man nodded. “Likely, your girl form only ages when you are in that form. I would guess that since you look so much like your mother you would probably grow to be about the same height as she is.”
Ranma cast a look at his mother and said, “Well, if I’m going to be stuck changing into a woman for the rest of my life, at least it’s a really pretty one. I do look forward to getting taller in girl form.”
He paused a moment and turned back to Happosai. “So what you need is to have some of the Nyaniichuan water ready to pour on yourself as soon as you put on the amulet. You have to try and splash yourself before the speeded up aging kills you.”
The old man nodded. “I was sort of hoping that I could have someone standing by with the bottle of cursed water to pour it on me. There is a chance that the rapid aging could start so fast that I won’t be able to splash myself in time. I was hoping I could ask you to help me.”
Ranma nodded. He had been expecting this. He suspected that not all of those fine words the old man had had spoken about him were honest but an attempt to butter him up in preparation for this request. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that Ranma had the old freak in his power right now.
While the pigtailed martial artist could take this opportunity to make the old man squirm, he didn’t want to do it. It was not in his nature to take advantage of another person’s weakness. He said, “I’ll agree but first I’ve got to ask if we could talk to the Amazons. They might have some girl water on hand. We should ask them before making a trip to China.”
With a shake of his head the aged martial arts master said, “Don’t bother. I already asked them. Cologne said she doesn’t have any Nyaniichuan water on hand and wouldn’t share it with me if she did. I confess that the Amazons have no reason to love me.”
Ranma nodded. “I seem to remember Cologne telling me something about you stealing some of their treasures.”
The old man nodded. “That’s true. They had a storehouse of magical artifacts, probably still do. They weren’t using them. The items were just sitting on shelves, gathering dust. I was trying to find a talisman or charm that would cancel or suppress my curse. In addition to such items, I did take the Nanban mirror. I tried to use it to go back in time and stop the witch putting the curse on me, but it never worked out right. I had to give up on it.”
“And never gave the mirror back,” Ranma thought. The young martial artist said thoughtfully, “Knowing how they feel about women being superior, I bet you could have gotten them to help if you had asked them the right way.”
Happosai frowned. “What do you think would have been the right way?”
Ranma grinned. “When you wanted to ‘borrow’ their magic items you should have just told them you were born a girl and were trying to become a girl again. I’ll bet they would have helped.”
The old man considered that. “You could be right, but they would probably insist that I become a member of the tribe and stay in the village to have strong babies. As I recall you weren’t too fond of the idea of moving to the village yourself.”
The young man gave a theatrical shudder and a rueful nod. “Since you’ve already talked to the Amazons, I doubt it would do any good for me to talk to them too. They’d probably just say you had conned me into helping you and wouldn’t believe anything I told them. If I did tell them about you wanting to get back to your birth gender, they’d say it was a lie.”
Ranma thought about it some more. “When I left the area, Jusenkyo valley was flooded, mixing all the springs into one. I don’t know if that makes it some kind of strange mix of all kinds of curses or if the flood diluted the water from the pools so there were no curses at all.”
Happosai considered that. “Floods like that are rarely permanent. Very likely the flood waters have receded and the springs are back to the way they were before.”
Ranma countered, “Even if that’s true, Jusenkyo might be a dangerous place for us to visit. From what you said before, it would be ‘very bad to fall in another spring.’” He did a good imitation of the Jusenkyo guide. “Besides that the Amazons, Musk and the Phoenix tribes all know about the place. If it were a place nobody ever visited, why bother to have a guide who lives there?”
The old man had to concede the point.
Author’s Note: That finally gets the back story established and sets the scene for what’s coming up. I thought Happosai being born a girl and changed to a boy made for a semi-plausible reason why he had to absorb female ki.
This began its existence as a writer’s block story that I started because I was running out of ideas on another story. Now I have three stories that I have done substantial work on. None of them are finished. I have decided that I will post the first two chapters of each of those three. I will use the reviews to decide which story I will concentrate my efforts on to finish first.
A Ranma ½ Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins
Ranma along with all of his friends, enemies and acquaintances are the property of Takahashi Rumiko. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of my readers. Sailor Moon and the Senshi aren’t mine either. Please don’t sue me.
This story takes place after the end of the manga.
Chapter 2
Happi’s Tale
Once upon a time (or 305 years ago if you prefer) there lived a cruel and ambitious man. He was a military man, in charge of troops that were to defend his territory. To further his ambitions he desperately wanted for his firstborn child to be a son. I’m sure Saotome and Tendo here can understand that feeling.
When his wife became pregnant, he was delighted. He was sure he would have the son he wanted. He told all of his friends and the men in his charge what things he would do with his son and the things he would teach the boy. With the cruel man’s teachings, the boy would rise to a position of power higher than his father had.
When the child was born the cruel man was severely disappointed. The baby was a girl. All of those ambitions would come to nothing, the plans not completed.
For most men such a disappointment would not be a major thing. They would just shift the fulfillment of their plans to the next child or the one after that. This was not so with the cruel man of this story. Besides being cruel, the man was impatient. He didn’t want to wait for a second child. He reasoned that the second child might also be a girl and then what would he do?
In the next nearest village there lived a witch. This woman helped out her neighbors with minor spells, love potions, good luck charms and the like. It was claimed that she had real powers and could accomplish much bigger enchantments than the simple spells she used in her village.
Based on this reputation, the cruel man sought out the witch and asked that she use her magic to change his firstborn child into a boy so that the man’s ambitions might be achieved. The witch refused. To work such a change on a baby was a terrible thing and could be damaging to the child’s mind. It could even cause the child to go mad when he grew up.
The cruel man didn’t take the refusal well. He insisted. When the witch stood by her refusal, the cruel man had her beaten. When she had healed enough from the beating he told her that if she didn’t do as he demanded, he would have her given to his soldiers as a party favor. She would be raped over and over again. When she finally became pregnant, she would be tossed aside.
Faced with such a fate, the witch agreed to cast the requested the spell. The cruel man’s daughter became his son. The cruel man was satisfied and paid the witch handsomely and let her go. Some thought it odd that the witch left her home in the next village and disappeared. The cruel man shrugged it off. Likely the witch didn’t fully trust the word given that she would not be bothered again. It was not important.
The father set about training his child. From the first moment the child could walk, he was trained in martial arts. He was to become the greatest martial artist alive as well as educated in many other things as well. When the time was right the boy would move out of the home town and become a leader.
There was a problem with the child. He didn’t grow like he should have. He remained small for his age. When the boy reached the age of eleven he began puberty. While small for his age, he was only a little short, not freakishly so. When puberty hit he stopped growing and began to get smaller. The child finally came to resemble a gnome.
The father was furious. He could tell that the witch had done something. There had to have been something wrong with the spell she had used to change the child from female to male. While angry, the father didn’t feel that his ambitions were destroyed. His second child was born male and he had begun to have that child trained as the first had been. He had reasoned that something could have happened to his firstborn and it was only wise to have a backup plan.
Showing the kind of man he was, the father disowned the boy and threw him out, leaving him to fend for himself. Fortunately for the child, part of the training he had received included survival skills, so he was able to travel and live off the land when he could. Few people wanted to associate with the child because of his appearance and small stature.
In spite of the martial arts training the boy had and the hard exercise that had toughened him up, he found himself sickening after he set out on his journey. In only a few cases did he find himself feeling strong. Oddly enough those times were after he had been touched by a woman who had thought him to be a child.
Not long after that he entered a village where the witch had moved. Since the woman had moved away while the boy was still a baby, he didn’t recognize her. The witch was able to see her magic on the boy and approached him to find out what had happened.
The witch learned of the truth of the boy’s story. When she realized what had happened she wad filled with remorse. In trying to get back at the man who had abused her, she had afflicted an innocent child. Her attempt at revenge had failed. What she had done to the child had been an inconvenience to the cruel man, little more.
The witch explained to the boy what she had done, the spell that had changed a female baby into a male. There was also a curse on the child separate from sex change spell and yet linked to it. It had been that curse that had caused the child to change into the gnome-like creature when he reached puberty.
The boy had wanted to hate the witch for what she had done to him, but he found he could not. He realized that she had been desperate. She was beaten and threatened with rape and was fighting back in what may have been the only way available to her. He did think to ask why the witch couldn’t have simply cast the sex change spell and think up a way to attack the cruel man directly later. The answer was that she simply didn’t think of that until later, she was too angry at the time. By the time she was able to think more calmly, it was too late to correct her error.
The witch felt guilty for what she had done to an innocent child and vowed that she would do what she could to help. She told the boy that the reason for the strange weakness and why the touch of a woman could relieve that weakness. It was a side effect of the curse that caused it and the fact that the soul within the male body was still that of a girl. The male body couldn’t generate enough female ki to sustain the female soul within and the boy needed infusions of such ki to stay alive and strong.
The combination of the sex change spell and the curse created a condition of imbalance in the body and the boy would need infusions of female ki for the rest of his life. There was a chance that the boy could someday be cured and restored to a female body. One way to do that was the water from the Spring of Drowned Girl at Jusenkyo in China. However, there was a problem with that cure. The magic of the curse was so structured that the curse in the girl water would fight with the magic of the original curse. The witch was not sure, but thought that this conflict would cause the curse victim to die painfully.
What would be needed for the boy to be fully cured was a two step process. First the curse had to be neutralized. Then an application of water from the Spring of Drowned Girl would change the boy back into the girl he should have been from the start. To neutralize the curse would require magic that the witch no longer had access to. She knew of a number of charms and talismans that might do the job but didn’t possess any of them herself.
So it was that the young boy and the witch began to travel together. They spent nearly twenty years together searching for one of the talismans that would either break the curse or at least suppress it. Even suppressing the curse would do the job and allow the girl water to make the transformation. Once the boy was changed back to a female the curse would dissipate on its own when the spell that was its anchor was removed.
In the twenty years of traveling together the witch taught her companion all she knew of magic. The young man would also use their travels to further his training in martial arts. Thus it was that on their travels they would stop at times to study with various sorcerers, witches, martial arts masters, temples and the like. While the young man and the witch traveled together, she gave him regular infusions of her own female ki.
After twenty years of travel Noriko, the witch, came down with an illness and died. The young man continued his travels and furthered his training.
Happosai stopped the telling of his story.
Ranma looked confused and asked, “You knew about the cursed waters of Jusenkyo?”
The old man nodded.
The pigtailed martial artist shook his head. “Then I don’t understand. If you knew about the cursed waters why did you bathe Taro in a cursed pool? Didn’t you know what would happen to him?”
The aged grandmaster shook his head. “Noriko told me that cursed magic water was what I needed to cancel out the spell on me. She knew that the water came from China, but she didn’t know where in China.”
Akane broke in, “So when you were at Jusenkyo…”
He finished, “I didn’t know that was where the cursed water came from. Needless to say, when I saw the effect the water had on Taro, I figured it out.”
Nabiki now asked, “When you found out that you were at the source of the water that could reverse the spell on you, what did you do?”
The tiny man said, “You have to remember that I was not able to use the water on myself while my curse was active. What I did do was to carefully collect some of the water into bottles that I then sealed. I hid those bottles in caves in some of the valleys around Jusenkyo. There were valleys that nobody lived in and as far as I know nobody lives there now.”
Nabiki then asked, “What I don’t understand is why girl water? Sure you were born a girl, but if you were changed to male when you were a baby, would you have any memory of it at all?”
He shook his head. “No, I have no memory. The problem for me now is that I am losing the ability to absorb female ki from women. Ranma, when you were giving me your ki did you notice a problem?”
The boy frowned as he nodded. “When I was pushing my ki into you I felt some kind of resistance. It wasn’t strong. I was able to overcome it easily.”
Happosai explained, “That resistance may not have stopped you from pushing ki into my aura, but it is enough to prevent me from absorbing ki from a woman by simply touching her. When I told you I was too weak to grope you last night when you carried me upstairs, I was only telling part of the truth. Even if I had groped your breasts, it wouldn’t have done me any good. The resistance would have prevented me from getting any ki from your body.”
From a pocket he pulled out an object strung on a leather thong. “Ranma saw the leather thong on this but I was gripping it too tight for her to see.” He handed it to Ranma who took a closer look at it. It appeared to be a carving of stone. The carving looked like something from South American Indians, Mayans or Incas or something like that. (Ranma was a little weak on the subject of those ancient tribes.)
As Ranma handed the carving to Akane, Happosai said, “It is called the Amulet of Ortiz. The story goes that a Spanish wizard named Ortiz went to an ancient Mayan city and took a piece from a broken statue of an ancient god. He carved it into a smaller representation of that same god and then infused it with his own magic.”
As she handed the amulet to Nabiki to look at, Akane asked, “What does this amulet do?”
The tiny man replied, “It was created as a magical defense. In a fight between magic users, having an amulet to handle at least part of your defense means you could devote more of your energy to offense. It could mean the difference between winning and losing.”
In a thoughtful tone, Ranma asked, “That sounds like it’s meant to stop a new curse. Will it work on a curse that has been in place for hundreds of years?”
The old man raised an eyebrow. It always surprised him when Ranma showed these flashes of intelligence in maters outside of martial arts. “That’s actually a good question. I checked and it will work on my curse. It doesn’t do anything to a curse like yours.”
Nodoka asked, “If it will do what you need, why don’t you put the amulet on now?”
The old man got a grim expression. He asked, “Have you ever seen a movie where a very old man was using magic to keep him alive and young?”
They all nodded except Ranma. For the boy’s benefit, Happosai explained, “I think movie makers are a little too fond of this special effect. When the old man in the movie loses his magic you see him start to age rapidly so that in seconds he’s nothing more than dried up skeleton and a short time later a pile of dust that usually blows away in a breeze. If I were younger that wouldn’t be such a problem, but now…” He shook his head.
He paused a moment and said, “It would take minutes for me instead seconds, but my true age would catch up with me in a relatively short time. That’s why someone must have Nyaniichuan water ready to throw on me as soon as I put on the amulet.”
Ranma frowned at this. He asked, “No offense old man but, why wouldn’t the cursed water just turn you into an old woman who looks like the old ghoul’s sister?”
The aged martial arts master looked surprised. “You didn’t know?”
The pigtailed martial artist looked annoyed. “Didn’t know what?”
“About Jusenkyo curses?”
Ranma wondered what the old man was babbling about. The boy almost growled, “Just tell it!”
The little man looked down for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but water of Naniichuan is not a cure for you or even someone with an animal curse.”
“WHAT!” Genma almost screamed. “If that were true, why didn’t you tell us? Why did you let us go on believing that we could get a cure that way?”
The old man chuckled with little humor. It didn’t seem so funny to him now. “I was messing with you. When you get as old as I am there isn’t a lot left that can provide entertainment. Watching you scramble for a cure was fun to watch.”
Controlling his anger, Ranma decided that it was time to ask a slightly more intelligent question. He was pretty sure he already knew the answer but wanted confirmation. “Why wouldn’t Naniichuan be a cure for another Jusenkyo curse?”
Happosai was glad to see the boy was not allowing anger to cloud his reasoning. He asked, “Do you remember what happened to Taro when he got another curse?”
“What’s he talking about, boy?” Genma demanded.
The young man nodded as if he had been expecting the old man’s answer. He now said for Genma’s benefit, “When we first met Taro he had the curse from the spring of Drowned Yeti riding a bull, holding an eel and a crane. The cursed form that came from that looks like a flying minotaur. Later he got splashed with water from the spring of drowned octopus. All that did to his cursed form was to add tentacles and gave him the ability to shoot ink.”
Scowling, Genma demanded, “So? What is all of that supposed to mean?”
Ranma shook his head sadly. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. Maybe I did see it because didn’t want to believe it. What the Master is saying is that Jusenkyo curses don’t replace each other, they mix.”
The bald martial artist looked confused. “What do you mean, mix?”
The pigtailed youth said, “If I understand what he’s saying right, you really don’t want to get splashed with Naniichuan water. We often call you ‘the panda’ or ‘panda man’ as a sort of nickname. If you got splashed with Naniichuan you would be a panda man for real. Your cursed form would be a half panda, half human. If I got splashed with it, I’d turn into some kind of half man, half woman.”
Happosai nodded. “I think the medical term for that is ‘hermaphrodite.’ It’s a person with both male and female organs. At the wedding when that cask of Naniichuan water was being thrown around I pretended to mistake it for sake and drank it. For the curse to affect someone it has to get on their skin, not be drunk. By drinking the water, I rendered it harmless.”
Ranma looked shocked. “You knew about that water?”
Happosai, looked embarrassed. “I didn’t want to see my lovely Ranma-Chan turn into that kind of freak. I had to take a hand.”
“You saved me?” The young Saotome wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
The little man replied, “Do find that so very hard to believe?”
The young man shook his head. “I’m sorry master but the way you act all the time is selfish. Anybody watching you would think you don’t care about anybody but yourself.”
The old man looked thoughtful. “Living as long as I have, I guess it’s become a habit to act that way. One tries to not to make too many friends because it hurts when they die before you do.”
The pigtailed martial artist was still trying to process this. “Are you saying you would think of me as a friend and not just the heir to Anything Goes?”
Happosai was indeed very much out of character this morning. He said, “Ranma, you are brave, loyal, honorable and kind. You are a young man any father would be proud to call his son (present company excepted.) I never did understand why Genma is always saying what a disgrace you are. You are dealing with a difficult situation in an admirable fashion even to working toward overcoming some of the shortcomings that your upbringing caused you.”
Angrily Genma demanded, “What ‘shortcomings?’ He is the greatest martial artist of his generation.”
The little man shook his head sadly. “This may sound strange coming from me, but even I am aware that there is more to life than martial arts. Have you looked at the grades he gets in school?”
Genma was indignant. “What does that have to do with anything?”
The elderly man reflected on what he had observed of the father and son. Genma would claim that Ranma’s excellence in the Art was due solely to the father’s skills as a teacher. In truth Genma was a merely adequate teacher. The only reason Ranma had achieved such heights because of his innate talent and ability to modify and improve techniques after he’d learned them. That and the many masters of they arts they had studied under in their travels.
The martial arts master shook his head sadly. “By keeping Ranma ignorant you guarantee that when he and Akane take over the dojo, you will be the one actually running it.”
The panda man insisted, “That’s a lie!”
In a dangerous tone Ranma said, “Is it? I don’t think so. I’ve known for a long time that you were hoping to retire on my labor. This makes just as much sense as that. The only problem with your plan is that you don’t know how to run a dojo either. With you in control we’d be broke and out in the street in a year or less. Think about that the next time you want to say something about how ‘useless’ my classes in school are.”
Happosai interrupted, “As interesting as this is, we are getting off the subject. Ranma asked a question. He thought that my getting splashed with Nyaniichuan would make my cursed form an old woman. That is not true.”
He paused and said, “You have been told that Naniichuan is Spring Drowned Man. That is correct but doesn’t give all the information that you need. In fact it literally is Spring of Drowned Man, as in man - not boy. To fully define it, that means an adult man. If a girl below the age of twenty were to fall into Naniichuan her cursed form would be an adult man. If a woman over the age of twenty fell in her cursed form would be a man of the same age. If a boy under the age of 20 fell in his cursed form would be that of a man of 20 or just a little over.”
He let them think about that for a moment. When he resumed he said, “Nyaniichuan is the Spring of Drowned Young Girl. If a girl under the age of 20 fell into the spring she wouldn’t get a curse. If an old woman fell into the spring she would have a young girl as her cursed form. If a young man or boy fell into Nyaniichuan his cursed form would be a girl of the same age or slightly younger, like Ranma. If an old man was splashed with Nyaniichuan water, his cursed form would be a teenaged girl.”
“Whoa! What a minute!” Demanded Ranma. “What was that about, ‘slightly younger like Ranma?’”
The old man laughed. “You mean you haven’t figured out yet that your girl form is younger than your boy form?”
“Huh?”
Happosai sounded thoughtful. “I’d estimate about two years younger, maybe more. Let me see if I have the times figured right. You were 15 when you fell into the spring, right?”
Ranma nodded.
The old man continued, “You had your sixteenth birthday during the 3 weeks you were on the run from Shampoo while she was trying to kill you. Also right?”
Ranma nodded again. He said, “You’re saying that when I first got the curse my girl form was only 13 years old or maybe as young as 12? What 12 or 13 year old girl has boobs that big?”
“I did,” said Nodoka quietly.
Ranma turned to look at her and asked, “What?”
Happosai turned toward Ranma’s mother. “Nodoka, I’d have bet you were an ‘early bloomer.’ What did your figure look like when you were 13? How did it compare to Ranma’s current girl form?”
The auburn haired woman blushed a little. After a moment she said, “The way Ranma’s girl form looks now is pretty close to what I looked like at 13. I was close to the same height too.”
Ranma took a few moments to absorb that. Finally he said, “So you’re saying the reason why my girl form is so short is because it hasn’t grown up as much as my guy form?”
The old man nodded. “Likely, your girl form only ages when you are in that form. I would guess that since you look so much like your mother you would probably grow to be about the same height as she is.”
Ranma cast a look at his mother and said, “Well, if I’m going to be stuck changing into a woman for the rest of my life, at least it’s a really pretty one. I do look forward to getting taller in girl form.”
He paused a moment and turned back to Happosai. “So what you need is to have some of the Nyaniichuan water ready to pour on yourself as soon as you put on the amulet. You have to try and splash yourself before the speeded up aging kills you.”
The old man nodded. “I was sort of hoping that I could have someone standing by with the bottle of cursed water to pour it on me. There is a chance that the rapid aging could start so fast that I won’t be able to splash myself in time. I was hoping I could ask you to help me.”
Ranma nodded. He had been expecting this. He suspected that not all of those fine words the old man had had spoken about him were honest but an attempt to butter him up in preparation for this request. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that Ranma had the old freak in his power right now.
While the pigtailed martial artist could take this opportunity to make the old man squirm, he didn’t want to do it. It was not in his nature to take advantage of another person’s weakness. He said, “I’ll agree but first I’ve got to ask if we could talk to the Amazons. They might have some girl water on hand. We should ask them before making a trip to China.”
With a shake of his head the aged martial arts master said, “Don’t bother. I already asked them. Cologne said she doesn’t have any Nyaniichuan water on hand and wouldn’t share it with me if she did. I confess that the Amazons have no reason to love me.”
Ranma nodded. “I seem to remember Cologne telling me something about you stealing some of their treasures.”
The old man nodded. “That’s true. They had a storehouse of magical artifacts, probably still do. They weren’t using them. The items were just sitting on shelves, gathering dust. I was trying to find a talisman or charm that would cancel or suppress my curse. In addition to such items, I did take the Nanban mirror. I tried to use it to go back in time and stop the witch putting the curse on me, but it never worked out right. I had to give up on it.”
“And never gave the mirror back,” Ranma thought. The young martial artist said thoughtfully, “Knowing how they feel about women being superior, I bet you could have gotten them to help if you had asked them the right way.”
Happosai frowned. “What do you think would have been the right way?”
Ranma grinned. “When you wanted to ‘borrow’ their magic items you should have just told them you were born a girl and were trying to become a girl again. I’ll bet they would have helped.”
The old man considered that. “You could be right, but they would probably insist that I become a member of the tribe and stay in the village to have strong babies. As I recall you weren’t too fond of the idea of moving to the village yourself.”
The young man gave a theatrical shudder and a rueful nod. “Since you’ve already talked to the Amazons, I doubt it would do any good for me to talk to them too. They’d probably just say you had conned me into helping you and wouldn’t believe anything I told them. If I did tell them about you wanting to get back to your birth gender, they’d say it was a lie.”
Ranma thought about it some more. “When I left the area, Jusenkyo valley was flooded, mixing all the springs into one. I don’t know if that makes it some kind of strange mix of all kinds of curses or if the flood diluted the water from the pools so there were no curses at all.”
Happosai considered that. “Floods like that are rarely permanent. Very likely the flood waters have receded and the springs are back to the way they were before.”
Ranma countered, “Even if that’s true, Jusenkyo might be a dangerous place for us to visit. From what you said before, it would be ‘very bad to fall in another spring.’” He did a good imitation of the Jusenkyo guide. “Besides that the Amazons, Musk and the Phoenix tribes all know about the place. If it were a place nobody ever visited, why bother to have a guide who lives there?”
The old man had to concede the point.
Author’s Note: That finally gets the back story established and sets the scene for what’s coming up. I thought Happosai being born a girl and changed to a boy made for a semi-plausible reason why he had to absorb female ki.
This began its existence as a writer’s block story that I started because I was running out of ideas on another story. Now I have three stories that I have done substantial work on. None of them are finished. I have decided that I will post the first two chapters of each of those three. I will use the reviews to decide which story I will concentrate my efforts on to finish first.
Happi's Redemption chapter 1
Happi’s Redemption
A Ranma One Half Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins
Ranma along with all of his friends, enemies and acquaintances are the property of Takahashi Rumiko. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of my readers. Sailor Moon and the Senshi aren’t mine either. Please don’t sue me.
This story takes place after the end of the manga.
Chapter 1
Happosai is Sick
The Nerima Ward of the city of Tokyo, Japan is an odd place. There are some interesting statistics that support that statement. There was a larger percentage of martial artists living in that district than anywhere else in Japan. With that large a pool of talent, it is not surprising that there are more master level or higher practitioners of the Art in that district than anywhere else. Indeed there was even a small number of individuals who were so strong and skilled that the general population called them “super powered” martial artists.
Another statistic showed that Nerima’s property damage resulting from fights between martial artists was higher than anywhere else in the city. Given that fact, one would think the city government would have the police crack down on those martial artists (or at least politely ask them to desist from brawling in the streets.)
The main reason there had never been a major confrontation between the police and the stronger martial artists was because of the crime statistics. To be sure the level of white collar crime such as embezzlement was a little higher, but violent crimes like muggings, rape, armed robbery and murder were almost nonexistent in the area. One reason for that is that the muggers, rapist and others were aware of the fact that in Nerima there was an excellent chance that their choice of victim was more likely to lay the smack down on them than anywhere else.
For those crooks dumb enough to actually try to commit crimes in Nerima they usually were either unlucky enough to pick a martial artist as their victim or to attempt their crime somewhere within earshot of a martial artist. The majority of those criminals often wished they had been captured by the police because they would have received gentler treatment in police custody.
The city did what it could to mitigate the property damage. There were a number of vacant lots that were officially designated as combat sites for martial artists. The martial artists of the district were requested to take their fights to one of the vacant lots whenever possible. By city ordinance those lots were to remain vacant and zoned so that nothing would be allowed to be built on them.
Tendo Soun of the Tendo Dojo was a martial artist who was well known in the ward of Nerima. Part of this was due to his membership on the city council. In addition to that his martial arts power and skill had been legendary in his youth. While the middle-aged martial artist had let his skills fall into disuse, he still had a keen eye to spot martial arts talent.
One such talent was Saotome Ranma, the son of Soun’s old training partner. It was for this reason that Ranma was out late this night. At the request of the Neighborhood Watch he had been out looking for a mugger who had been preying on young women.
This was the reason that Ranma was currently in her cursed form of a busty young red haired girl. While she didn’t really like being a girl, she found the curse helpful at times. As a case in point, tonight the mugger had seen what looked like a pretty teen girl who would be easy pickings and learned the hard way the truth of the old saying, “You can’t judge a book by its cover.”
Ranma was returning home how, having left the mugger in the custody of the police. The man had a nice collection of lumps and bruises from the encounter.
The redhead had chosen to head straight back home because it was late and she was tired. She would get some hot water to change back to male before going to bed, but changing sooner just wasn’t worth the trouble. If she had changed back to male at the police station there was an excellent chance she would get splashed or rained on or something else to change her to female before getting home.
Ranma paused on the roof of the house across the street from the Tendo Dojo and opened her mouth in a huge yawn. The reason for her fatigue was more due to the late hour than the exertion of fighting the mugger. The man was a big bruiser who would have been intimidating to an unskilled woman, but no match for a martial artist of Ranma’s skills. Taking the guy down hadn’t even caused the redhead to break a sweat.
She jumped down to the street and landed lightly on her feet before proceeding toward the gate of the Tendo Dojo. It was late enough that some of the residents of the home would probably be in bed already. Out of consideration for the people trying to sleep, Ranma leapt over the wall instead opening the gate. While not terribly noisy, the gate wasn’t silent either.
Ranma almost tripped and fell on her face when she nearly landed on top of something on the front walk. After a moment to recover her balance she looked at the obstruction. It appeared to be a human body dressed in a black gi. The body was as small as a child. The features of the person were obscured by darkness, but from what little illumination was provided by street lights it was obvious that the person was bald.
Ranma knew only one bald person of such diminutive stature as the body in front of her. This had to be Happosai, Grand Master of the Founding School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Even for a man who claimed to be 300 years old, he was usually bursting with energy and leaping about, stealing women’s underwear or jumping onto them and fondling their bosoms or butts. The form on the ground in front of Ranma was lying utterly still.
“Old freak?” The girl’s tone was hesitant and questioning. She received no response.
What this some kind of trick? Was the old man playing possum to get her in close so he could more easily glom onto her breast to cop a free feel?
She decided to try again, “Uh… Master Happosai? Are you alright?”
This time when she got no response she stepped forward and with her toe gently prodded the body. It was limp. She went in closer and placed a hand on the man’s neck, feeling for a pulse. She found the vein in his neck and there was a pulse. It seemed weak and his breathing was quite shallow. At least he was still alive, but what was wrong with him?
The redhead attuned her ki senses and used them to probe the old man’s body. She could find no signs of obvious injury but the old man’s ki levels were dangerously low. He wasn’t dead, but he was far from healthy. Even though Ranma held little love for the aged pervert, she wouldn’t wish him dead. She would just wish him living in a different country or maybe even a different continent. Antarctica might be nice. There should be anything other than penguins to molest there.
The girl let out a great sigh. It was the martial artist’s duty to protect the weak. Normally that meant protecting people from the actions of the elderly martial arts master. This time it was the old man himself who appeared to be in need of help. She had done this before. When the old man had been hurt, she protected him from her own father and from Tendo Soun.
Mentally cursing herself and silently praying this wasn’t some scam the old man was pulling, Ranma picked up the small body. Without question the world would be a better place without the old freak in it. Unfortunately her moral code wouldn’t let her leave a sick man lying on the ground. Technically she would be living up to the letter of that martial artist’s code if she had just gone inside and called an ambulance. However, she had strong intuition that the old man’s problem wasn’t something that could be helped by conventional medicine.
The old man’s body was light and offered no encumbrance in getting through the door. Shortly Ranma deposited the body of master Happosai on the sofa. Now that she had the old man in the light of the living room, the girl noticed that his right hand was clutching something. From that fist there trailed a leather thong as if the object were intended to be worn as a necklace. Ranma tugged at the bit of leather but couldn’t pull the object out of the little man’s hand. How someone who was so limp otherwise was able to keep such a tight grip on anything was a mystery.
Ever sensitive to the Wa of the house, Kasumi walked into the room. She was wearing a robe over her nightgown. She had “sensed a disturbance in the force” and had come to see what was wrong.
The young woman looked on the couch and asked, “Oh my! Has something happened to Grandfather Happosai?”
Ranma shook her head. “I don’t know. When I got home he was lying on the front walk, unconscious. I couldn’t find any sign of obvious wounds and there is no smell of liquor on his breath. Other than some worn spots, his clothing isn’t torn. I can’t see any bruises on his face. I don’t think he’s been in a fight. I can only think that maybe he’s sick. Maybe he got some food poisoning or it could even just be old age catching up to him.”
Kasumi considered that. “But he always seemed so vigorous, so full of energy.”
Ranma nodded but had a distracted expression as if she was trying think of something. Finally she snapped her fingers and said, “Energy! Maybe that’s it.”
Now looking puzzled Kasumi asked, “What do you mean, Ranma?”
The redhead turned to the brunette and said, “My Pop and yours said the old freak needs female ki like you or I need air to breathe. From what I can see, I think maybe he ran out of female ki and couldn’t find a girl to grope or any girl’s undies to recharge.”
The older girl nodded, worry evident on her face. She asked, “What can we do?”
Ranma frowned in thought. “I’m not sure. I could try to give him some of my ki. Since I’m in girl form right now, it should be what he needs. It’s the only thing I can think of that might help.”
Kasumi nodded.
Preparing herself, Ranma attuned her ki senses again. This time she placed a hand on either side of the old man’s face and concentrated on forming a connection with his aura. When she felt herself in touch with his life force she began to push some of her own ki into him. The odd thing was that she could feel some kind of resistance. The resistance was not strong enough to stop her so she continued to push past it. After a while she could sense Happosai’s ki reserve building to a point where his life was no longer in danger.
After some more of this treatment the little man began to moan softly and move a bit. When he opened his eyes, Ranma pulled her hands back.
It took the old man a moment to be able to focus enough to recognize the people with him. Happosai looked around. “Ranma, Kasumi? I made it to the dojo?”
Ranma nodded. “You got here. What happened to you, old man?”
The elderly martial arts master heaved a sigh and said, “I was running on empty. I’ve got a problem absorbing ki. It started a couple weeks ago.” He stopped and looked around again. Noticing darkness through the windows, he asked, “What time is it?”
Kasumi supplied, “It’s rather late. I was in bed and almost asleep when I felt something wrong downstairs.”
The old man nodded. “What I have to say to you will be long in the telling. It might be better if you both went to bed and got some sleep. I think I’ve got enough ki now to keep me going for a while. Thank you, Ranma. You probably saved my life. I’m still pretty weak, could you carry me to my room?”
Ranma approached but paused and said, “This’d better not be an excuse to grope me.”
The elderly martial artist sighed and said, “I have a confession to make.”
The redhead frowned. “What confession.”
The old man admitted, “I can absorb ki as efficiently by touching a woman’s hand as I can by groping her breasts.”
Both Ranma and Kasumi momentarily froze and stared with wide eyes. Finally Ranma spoke up, “I’m guessing the explanation for that’s going to be part of that ‘long story’ you want to tell us tomorrow.”
He nodded. “I think it would be best if the whole family were here, including Soun and Genma. It’s time they learned some truths I never told them before. The story of my life is very different from what everyone thinks it is.”
As Ranma picked up the old man, she grumpily thought to herself, “Now he’s just trying to build up the drama.”
The girl carried the old man up the stairs and placed him on the futon in his room. When she left she went to the bathroom and used the hot water to change back to male before heading off to bed. Genma was already asleep in panda form and snoring loudly. Ranma shook his head, muttering about the “useless furball” as he settled himself for sleep.
Predictably, Ranma woke up to the sensation of flying through the air as he was thrown out the window. Moments later a wet redhead charged out of the koi pond shouting, “Damn it, Pop! You knew I was out late for Neighborhood Watch duty. You couldn’t let me sleep late even once?”
The bald martial artist wasn’t impressed. “No sleeping late for you, boy. Do you think an enemy would go easy on you because you were up late?” He launched a kick at his currently female son.
Ranma wasn’t in the mood for it. She dodged the kick and used her chestnut fist speed to land dozens of punches on her father. The bald man fell unconscious into the pond to float there as a panda. The girl couldn’t understand why her father used those ambush tactics anymore. In both of her forms Ranma totally outclassed Genma and this had been true for some time. The only reason he could still occasionally win was because of some tricks he hadn’t taught his son yet. Even those tricks wouldn’t work much longer as Ranma was learning counters for them.
As Ranma stood glaring at the panda in the pond, Kasumi handed her a towel and a kettle of hot water. Ranma thanked the elder Tendo sister and poured some of the water on herself before using the towel to dry off.
After handing the towel and kettle back to Kasumi, Ranma said, “After the panda comes to, please ask him to join us in the living room. I think we all need to hear Master Happosai’s story. I’m guessing everyone will want to wait until after breakfast. I’m going to go see if he needs help coming down.”
Seeing the elder Tendo girl’s nod, Ranma headed up the stairs. He rapped lightly on the door and was answered by the question, “Who’s there?”
“It’s Ranma.”
The old man’s voice called out, “Come in.”
Ranma never really felt comfortable going into the elder martial artist’s room. At least he was male at the moment so he didn’t need to fear groping. Although in the past that didn’t always mean he was safe because Happosai often would have water ready to splash him.
This time there was no attack forthcoming. The older man looked up as Ranma stepped into the room and in a strangely serious tone he said, “Thank you Ranma. You saved my life last night.”
The boy bowed to the old master and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” confessed the tiny man. “But I do feel a lot better than I did yesterday. I think I feel good enough to walk but I don’t think I can jump around like I usually do.”
The young man studied the older carefully for a moment. “I came up to see if you needed help. Do you feel up to eating breakfast?”
The diminutive martial artist laughed at that. “I’d have to be dead to miss one of Kasumi’s meals. I’m not dead yet.”
Ranma watched as the little man walked to the door. It was true that he didn’t move with his normal vigor but he at least seemed steady on his feet. Ranma nodded and followed him out of the room, closing the door behind him.
As they headed toward the stairs Ranma asked, “So are you going to say what happened to you last night?”
The bald headed man nodded. “After breakfast.”
Ranma suppressed an urge to argue and just sighed. After all, the meal would be over soon enough and answers would be given then. He could wait that long.
They got downstairs as Kasumi was putting out the dishes of food for the meal. The rest of the family was sitting down at the table. Apparently Genma had availed himself of hot water as he was again in human form. Both Soun and Genma went a little pale at seeing their master walking beside Ranma.
That was when they noticed that the little man was just walking. He was not leaping along, he even had a serious expression on his face.
Before either man could say anything the old master spoke, “Boys, the years are catching up with me. But before you try to bury me, I’ve got some things I need to tell you. I want to tell everyone some of the reasons why I behave the way I do.”
Ranma fixed his father with a glare and said, “I want to hear what he has to say. I know you have your own grievances against the old man, but right now he’s too weak to fight you. You know how I feel about fighting the weak.”
He paused and looked down at the aged martial artist. Turning back to the fathers he told them, “Before you try for any kind of revenge or punishment you could at least do him the simple courtesy of hearing what he has to say.”
Soun got a speculative look on his face. “The master… is weak?”
Ranma nodded. “When I got back from catching that mugger, I found the old man lying on the front walk, more dead than alive. I was able to transfer some my ki to him to keep him going, but I think that’s only a temporary solution.”
Genma and Soun exchanged a look. If the master was weak enough to be vulnerable, they could wait. Vengeance was not denied, only delayed. Besides that, they were also curious to hear what he had to say.
As everyone was eating the mood was somber. The old man had done little to endear himself to the members of this family, and much to antagonize them. Indeed the only person who held no animosity toward Happosai was Kasumi. Considering her sweet nature, it was it was hard to imagine the young woman harboring bad feelings toward anyone.
After the food was finished Happosai said, “Kasumi dear, after the dishes are cleared would you also come to the living room? You deserve to hear what I have to say as well as the rest. You can wash the dishes after I’ve had my say.”
Kasumi nodded. “As you wish, grandfather.”
After the dishes were cleared and everyone was gathered in the living room, Happosai began. “The first thing I need to say is that much of what you believe about me is not true. Ranma, what did these two tell you about my touching women to absorb ki from them.”
The young man responded, “They told me that you had been doing it for so long you became dependent on it. They said that for you touching women is as important as breathing.”
“As I thought,” the old man said. He turned to the fathers. “You boys think I need to fondle women in the same way as a drug addict needs his drugs. You think I’m addicted.”
The two middle-aged men looked confused. Genma asked, “Well, aren’t you?”
Happosai shook his head. “Those addicted to drugs and other substances can often stop. While it may be hard for them to do, it is still possible for most. Some become so dependent that it would kill them to stop.”
He paused a moment to let his audience consider that. “I really would die without female ki. The only reason I was able to survive being sealed in the cave was by putting myself into a state of hibernation. Still, I can understand why you would want to do that because I did treat you badly.”
Once again he paused to give everybody in the room time to absorb that statement. The people there exchanged looks of astonishment as if asking the question what is this creature in their presence and what had it done with the real Happosai. They didn’t think their master would ever admit to treating his students in a way that was not required by training.
The old man resumed speaking. “Ever since I hit puberty I’ve needed female ki to keep me alive.”
Ranma raised a hand as if he were at school. The old man smirked momentarily at the gesture before indicating the boy with a gesture of his hand.
The pigtailed boy said, “Last night you told me that you don’t actually need to grope a woman’s boobs or butt. You can get ki from her just as easily by touching a woman’s hand. If that’s true, why grope them? Why do you act like such a pervert all the time?”
The Grandmaster shrugged. “Mostly the reason is that is a lot easier to find unwilling victims than it is to recruit willing volunteers. I don’t always have time to ask a woman if she would be willing to hold my hand. You should have noticed that my attentions to members of the fair sex never go beyond groping.”
Ranma and the rest nodded. To the best of their knowledge Happosai had never sexually assaulted any woman. He had fondled many and stolen enormous quantities of lingerie, but he had never gone beyond that.
The old man’s manner became even more subdued. “It may surprise you to hear that after centuries of life, you people are the closest thing I have to a family. There may be cousins of mine still around, but I’ve had no contact with them for so long that I would be a complete stranger to them now.”
He looked around and said after another pause, “I want to tell you a story. It will sound like a fairy tale, so I ask that you hear the whole thing before you ask any questions. Can you agree to that?”
The other people in the living room shared looks. Finally they nodded. Soun turned back to Happosai and said, “We will listen.”
Author’s Note: This chapter is setup. I didn’t originally plan this to be a crossover but with Ranma visiting Juuban, I felt like I just had to have the Senshi make an appearance.
A Ranma One Half Fan Fiction
By Michael A. Ivins
Ranma along with all of his friends, enemies and acquaintances are the property of Takahashi Rumiko. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully that of my readers. Sailor Moon and the Senshi aren’t mine either. Please don’t sue me.
This story takes place after the end of the manga.
Chapter 1
Happosai is Sick
The Nerima Ward of the city of Tokyo, Japan is an odd place. There are some interesting statistics that support that statement. There was a larger percentage of martial artists living in that district than anywhere else in Japan. With that large a pool of talent, it is not surprising that there are more master level or higher practitioners of the Art in that district than anywhere else. Indeed there was even a small number of individuals who were so strong and skilled that the general population called them “super powered” martial artists.
Another statistic showed that Nerima’s property damage resulting from fights between martial artists was higher than anywhere else in the city. Given that fact, one would think the city government would have the police crack down on those martial artists (or at least politely ask them to desist from brawling in the streets.)
The main reason there had never been a major confrontation between the police and the stronger martial artists was because of the crime statistics. To be sure the level of white collar crime such as embezzlement was a little higher, but violent crimes like muggings, rape, armed robbery and murder were almost nonexistent in the area. One reason for that is that the muggers, rapist and others were aware of the fact that in Nerima there was an excellent chance that their choice of victim was more likely to lay the smack down on them than anywhere else.
For those crooks dumb enough to actually try to commit crimes in Nerima they usually were either unlucky enough to pick a martial artist as their victim or to attempt their crime somewhere within earshot of a martial artist. The majority of those criminals often wished they had been captured by the police because they would have received gentler treatment in police custody.
The city did what it could to mitigate the property damage. There were a number of vacant lots that were officially designated as combat sites for martial artists. The martial artists of the district were requested to take their fights to one of the vacant lots whenever possible. By city ordinance those lots were to remain vacant and zoned so that nothing would be allowed to be built on them.
Tendo Soun of the Tendo Dojo was a martial artist who was well known in the ward of Nerima. Part of this was due to his membership on the city council. In addition to that his martial arts power and skill had been legendary in his youth. While the middle-aged martial artist had let his skills fall into disuse, he still had a keen eye to spot martial arts talent.
One such talent was Saotome Ranma, the son of Soun’s old training partner. It was for this reason that Ranma was out late this night. At the request of the Neighborhood Watch he had been out looking for a mugger who had been preying on young women.
This was the reason that Ranma was currently in her cursed form of a busty young red haired girl. While she didn’t really like being a girl, she found the curse helpful at times. As a case in point, tonight the mugger had seen what looked like a pretty teen girl who would be easy pickings and learned the hard way the truth of the old saying, “You can’t judge a book by its cover.”
Ranma was returning home how, having left the mugger in the custody of the police. The man had a nice collection of lumps and bruises from the encounter.
The redhead had chosen to head straight back home because it was late and she was tired. She would get some hot water to change back to male before going to bed, but changing sooner just wasn’t worth the trouble. If she had changed back to male at the police station there was an excellent chance she would get splashed or rained on or something else to change her to female before getting home.
Ranma paused on the roof of the house across the street from the Tendo Dojo and opened her mouth in a huge yawn. The reason for her fatigue was more due to the late hour than the exertion of fighting the mugger. The man was a big bruiser who would have been intimidating to an unskilled woman, but no match for a martial artist of Ranma’s skills. Taking the guy down hadn’t even caused the redhead to break a sweat.
She jumped down to the street and landed lightly on her feet before proceeding toward the gate of the Tendo Dojo. It was late enough that some of the residents of the home would probably be in bed already. Out of consideration for the people trying to sleep, Ranma leapt over the wall instead opening the gate. While not terribly noisy, the gate wasn’t silent either.
Ranma almost tripped and fell on her face when she nearly landed on top of something on the front walk. After a moment to recover her balance she looked at the obstruction. It appeared to be a human body dressed in a black gi. The body was as small as a child. The features of the person were obscured by darkness, but from what little illumination was provided by street lights it was obvious that the person was bald.
Ranma knew only one bald person of such diminutive stature as the body in front of her. This had to be Happosai, Grand Master of the Founding School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Even for a man who claimed to be 300 years old, he was usually bursting with energy and leaping about, stealing women’s underwear or jumping onto them and fondling their bosoms or butts. The form on the ground in front of Ranma was lying utterly still.
“Old freak?” The girl’s tone was hesitant and questioning. She received no response.
What this some kind of trick? Was the old man playing possum to get her in close so he could more easily glom onto her breast to cop a free feel?
She decided to try again, “Uh… Master Happosai? Are you alright?”
This time when she got no response she stepped forward and with her toe gently prodded the body. It was limp. She went in closer and placed a hand on the man’s neck, feeling for a pulse. She found the vein in his neck and there was a pulse. It seemed weak and his breathing was quite shallow. At least he was still alive, but what was wrong with him?
The redhead attuned her ki senses and used them to probe the old man’s body. She could find no signs of obvious injury but the old man’s ki levels were dangerously low. He wasn’t dead, but he was far from healthy. Even though Ranma held little love for the aged pervert, she wouldn’t wish him dead. She would just wish him living in a different country or maybe even a different continent. Antarctica might be nice. There should be anything other than penguins to molest there.
The girl let out a great sigh. It was the martial artist’s duty to protect the weak. Normally that meant protecting people from the actions of the elderly martial arts master. This time it was the old man himself who appeared to be in need of help. She had done this before. When the old man had been hurt, she protected him from her own father and from Tendo Soun.
Mentally cursing herself and silently praying this wasn’t some scam the old man was pulling, Ranma picked up the small body. Without question the world would be a better place without the old freak in it. Unfortunately her moral code wouldn’t let her leave a sick man lying on the ground. Technically she would be living up to the letter of that martial artist’s code if she had just gone inside and called an ambulance. However, she had strong intuition that the old man’s problem wasn’t something that could be helped by conventional medicine.
The old man’s body was light and offered no encumbrance in getting through the door. Shortly Ranma deposited the body of master Happosai on the sofa. Now that she had the old man in the light of the living room, the girl noticed that his right hand was clutching something. From that fist there trailed a leather thong as if the object were intended to be worn as a necklace. Ranma tugged at the bit of leather but couldn’t pull the object out of the little man’s hand. How someone who was so limp otherwise was able to keep such a tight grip on anything was a mystery.
Ever sensitive to the Wa of the house, Kasumi walked into the room. She was wearing a robe over her nightgown. She had “sensed a disturbance in the force” and had come to see what was wrong.
The young woman looked on the couch and asked, “Oh my! Has something happened to Grandfather Happosai?”
Ranma shook her head. “I don’t know. When I got home he was lying on the front walk, unconscious. I couldn’t find any sign of obvious wounds and there is no smell of liquor on his breath. Other than some worn spots, his clothing isn’t torn. I can’t see any bruises on his face. I don’t think he’s been in a fight. I can only think that maybe he’s sick. Maybe he got some food poisoning or it could even just be old age catching up to him.”
Kasumi considered that. “But he always seemed so vigorous, so full of energy.”
Ranma nodded but had a distracted expression as if she was trying think of something. Finally she snapped her fingers and said, “Energy! Maybe that’s it.”
Now looking puzzled Kasumi asked, “What do you mean, Ranma?”
The redhead turned to the brunette and said, “My Pop and yours said the old freak needs female ki like you or I need air to breathe. From what I can see, I think maybe he ran out of female ki and couldn’t find a girl to grope or any girl’s undies to recharge.”
The older girl nodded, worry evident on her face. She asked, “What can we do?”
Ranma frowned in thought. “I’m not sure. I could try to give him some of my ki. Since I’m in girl form right now, it should be what he needs. It’s the only thing I can think of that might help.”
Kasumi nodded.
Preparing herself, Ranma attuned her ki senses again. This time she placed a hand on either side of the old man’s face and concentrated on forming a connection with his aura. When she felt herself in touch with his life force she began to push some of her own ki into him. The odd thing was that she could feel some kind of resistance. The resistance was not strong enough to stop her so she continued to push past it. After a while she could sense Happosai’s ki reserve building to a point where his life was no longer in danger.
After some more of this treatment the little man began to moan softly and move a bit. When he opened his eyes, Ranma pulled her hands back.
It took the old man a moment to be able to focus enough to recognize the people with him. Happosai looked around. “Ranma, Kasumi? I made it to the dojo?”
Ranma nodded. “You got here. What happened to you, old man?”
The elderly martial arts master heaved a sigh and said, “I was running on empty. I’ve got a problem absorbing ki. It started a couple weeks ago.” He stopped and looked around again. Noticing darkness through the windows, he asked, “What time is it?”
Kasumi supplied, “It’s rather late. I was in bed and almost asleep when I felt something wrong downstairs.”
The old man nodded. “What I have to say to you will be long in the telling. It might be better if you both went to bed and got some sleep. I think I’ve got enough ki now to keep me going for a while. Thank you, Ranma. You probably saved my life. I’m still pretty weak, could you carry me to my room?”
Ranma approached but paused and said, “This’d better not be an excuse to grope me.”
The elderly martial artist sighed and said, “I have a confession to make.”
The redhead frowned. “What confession.”
The old man admitted, “I can absorb ki as efficiently by touching a woman’s hand as I can by groping her breasts.”
Both Ranma and Kasumi momentarily froze and stared with wide eyes. Finally Ranma spoke up, “I’m guessing the explanation for that’s going to be part of that ‘long story’ you want to tell us tomorrow.”
He nodded. “I think it would be best if the whole family were here, including Soun and Genma. It’s time they learned some truths I never told them before. The story of my life is very different from what everyone thinks it is.”
As Ranma picked up the old man, she grumpily thought to herself, “Now he’s just trying to build up the drama.”
The girl carried the old man up the stairs and placed him on the futon in his room. When she left she went to the bathroom and used the hot water to change back to male before heading off to bed. Genma was already asleep in panda form and snoring loudly. Ranma shook his head, muttering about the “useless furball” as he settled himself for sleep.
Predictably, Ranma woke up to the sensation of flying through the air as he was thrown out the window. Moments later a wet redhead charged out of the koi pond shouting, “Damn it, Pop! You knew I was out late for Neighborhood Watch duty. You couldn’t let me sleep late even once?”
The bald martial artist wasn’t impressed. “No sleeping late for you, boy. Do you think an enemy would go easy on you because you were up late?” He launched a kick at his currently female son.
Ranma wasn’t in the mood for it. She dodged the kick and used her chestnut fist speed to land dozens of punches on her father. The bald man fell unconscious into the pond to float there as a panda. The girl couldn’t understand why her father used those ambush tactics anymore. In both of her forms Ranma totally outclassed Genma and this had been true for some time. The only reason he could still occasionally win was because of some tricks he hadn’t taught his son yet. Even those tricks wouldn’t work much longer as Ranma was learning counters for them.
As Ranma stood glaring at the panda in the pond, Kasumi handed her a towel and a kettle of hot water. Ranma thanked the elder Tendo sister and poured some of the water on herself before using the towel to dry off.
After handing the towel and kettle back to Kasumi, Ranma said, “After the panda comes to, please ask him to join us in the living room. I think we all need to hear Master Happosai’s story. I’m guessing everyone will want to wait until after breakfast. I’m going to go see if he needs help coming down.”
Seeing the elder Tendo girl’s nod, Ranma headed up the stairs. He rapped lightly on the door and was answered by the question, “Who’s there?”
“It’s Ranma.”
The old man’s voice called out, “Come in.”
Ranma never really felt comfortable going into the elder martial artist’s room. At least he was male at the moment so he didn’t need to fear groping. Although in the past that didn’t always mean he was safe because Happosai often would have water ready to splash him.
This time there was no attack forthcoming. The older man looked up as Ranma stepped into the room and in a strangely serious tone he said, “Thank you Ranma. You saved my life last night.”
The boy bowed to the old master and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” confessed the tiny man. “But I do feel a lot better than I did yesterday. I think I feel good enough to walk but I don’t think I can jump around like I usually do.”
The young man studied the older carefully for a moment. “I came up to see if you needed help. Do you feel up to eating breakfast?”
The diminutive martial artist laughed at that. “I’d have to be dead to miss one of Kasumi’s meals. I’m not dead yet.”
Ranma watched as the little man walked to the door. It was true that he didn’t move with his normal vigor but he at least seemed steady on his feet. Ranma nodded and followed him out of the room, closing the door behind him.
As they headed toward the stairs Ranma asked, “So are you going to say what happened to you last night?”
The bald headed man nodded. “After breakfast.”
Ranma suppressed an urge to argue and just sighed. After all, the meal would be over soon enough and answers would be given then. He could wait that long.
They got downstairs as Kasumi was putting out the dishes of food for the meal. The rest of the family was sitting down at the table. Apparently Genma had availed himself of hot water as he was again in human form. Both Soun and Genma went a little pale at seeing their master walking beside Ranma.
That was when they noticed that the little man was just walking. He was not leaping along, he even had a serious expression on his face.
Before either man could say anything the old master spoke, “Boys, the years are catching up with me. But before you try to bury me, I’ve got some things I need to tell you. I want to tell everyone some of the reasons why I behave the way I do.”
Ranma fixed his father with a glare and said, “I want to hear what he has to say. I know you have your own grievances against the old man, but right now he’s too weak to fight you. You know how I feel about fighting the weak.”
He paused and looked down at the aged martial artist. Turning back to the fathers he told them, “Before you try for any kind of revenge or punishment you could at least do him the simple courtesy of hearing what he has to say.”
Soun got a speculative look on his face. “The master… is weak?”
Ranma nodded. “When I got back from catching that mugger, I found the old man lying on the front walk, more dead than alive. I was able to transfer some my ki to him to keep him going, but I think that’s only a temporary solution.”
Genma and Soun exchanged a look. If the master was weak enough to be vulnerable, they could wait. Vengeance was not denied, only delayed. Besides that, they were also curious to hear what he had to say.
As everyone was eating the mood was somber. The old man had done little to endear himself to the members of this family, and much to antagonize them. Indeed the only person who held no animosity toward Happosai was Kasumi. Considering her sweet nature, it was it was hard to imagine the young woman harboring bad feelings toward anyone.
After the food was finished Happosai said, “Kasumi dear, after the dishes are cleared would you also come to the living room? You deserve to hear what I have to say as well as the rest. You can wash the dishes after I’ve had my say.”
Kasumi nodded. “As you wish, grandfather.”
After the dishes were cleared and everyone was gathered in the living room, Happosai began. “The first thing I need to say is that much of what you believe about me is not true. Ranma, what did these two tell you about my touching women to absorb ki from them.”
The young man responded, “They told me that you had been doing it for so long you became dependent on it. They said that for you touching women is as important as breathing.”
“As I thought,” the old man said. He turned to the fathers. “You boys think I need to fondle women in the same way as a drug addict needs his drugs. You think I’m addicted.”
The two middle-aged men looked confused. Genma asked, “Well, aren’t you?”
Happosai shook his head. “Those addicted to drugs and other substances can often stop. While it may be hard for them to do, it is still possible for most. Some become so dependent that it would kill them to stop.”
He paused a moment to let his audience consider that. “I really would die without female ki. The only reason I was able to survive being sealed in the cave was by putting myself into a state of hibernation. Still, I can understand why you would want to do that because I did treat you badly.”
Once again he paused to give everybody in the room time to absorb that statement. The people there exchanged looks of astonishment as if asking the question what is this creature in their presence and what had it done with the real Happosai. They didn’t think their master would ever admit to treating his students in a way that was not required by training.
The old man resumed speaking. “Ever since I hit puberty I’ve needed female ki to keep me alive.”
Ranma raised a hand as if he were at school. The old man smirked momentarily at the gesture before indicating the boy with a gesture of his hand.
The pigtailed boy said, “Last night you told me that you don’t actually need to grope a woman’s boobs or butt. You can get ki from her just as easily by touching a woman’s hand. If that’s true, why grope them? Why do you act like such a pervert all the time?”
The Grandmaster shrugged. “Mostly the reason is that is a lot easier to find unwilling victims than it is to recruit willing volunteers. I don’t always have time to ask a woman if she would be willing to hold my hand. You should have noticed that my attentions to members of the fair sex never go beyond groping.”
Ranma and the rest nodded. To the best of their knowledge Happosai had never sexually assaulted any woman. He had fondled many and stolen enormous quantities of lingerie, but he had never gone beyond that.
The old man’s manner became even more subdued. “It may surprise you to hear that after centuries of life, you people are the closest thing I have to a family. There may be cousins of mine still around, but I’ve had no contact with them for so long that I would be a complete stranger to them now.”
He looked around and said after another pause, “I want to tell you a story. It will sound like a fairy tale, so I ask that you hear the whole thing before you ask any questions. Can you agree to that?”
The other people in the living room shared looks. Finally they nodded. Soun turned back to Happosai and said, “We will listen.”
Author’s Note: This chapter is setup. I didn’t originally plan this to be a crossover but with Ranma visiting Juuban, I felt like I just had to have the Senshi make an appearance.
Futnari Ranma
Futanari Ranma
A Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction
by Michael A. Ivins
Ranma, his family, friends and rivals are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I get no money for writing this story. Mostly I just have some fun sharing the products of my imagination with others. I also do not own any of the characters from Manga (or is that doujin) Futa Club.
In the Nerima Ward of the city of Tokyo, Japan there lay the home of the Tendo family. Near to the house there stood a dojo, a martial arts training hall. In the past the training hall had been used to teach students the principles of martial arts most specifically the Anything Goes School.
Earlier in the day the training hall had been put to another use. There had been an attempt to join Saotome Ranma and Tendo Akane in the bonds of holy matrimony and there had been plans for a reception after the ceremony. That attempt failed but not due to cold feet on the part of either bride or groom.
It was true that both Ranma and Akane had reservations about getting married now. Neither of them felt ready. However, when they found themselves faced with all of the preparations they decided that they would go through with it. Both felt that they loved each other, even if they still did have some problems. They strongly hoped they would be able to work out those problems as time went on.
The couple knew they had strong feeling for each other and so they had decided not to fight the wedding that had been planned and set up without anyone consulting them. They should have known that even in this that things would not go according to plan. Ranma we like a living embodiment of "Murphy's Law." Things could have gone wrong and did so in disastrous ways.
Not helping things was the fact that Akane's sister Nabiki was also against the wedding. It wasn't that she believed that her sibling and the martial artist didn't have genuine feelings for each other, she just didn't believe either of them was mature enough to get married yet. If they were to have a child or more than one, they were definitely not mature enough to handle that.
There were other issues involved as well. Upon the marriage of the heir of the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts with the heir to the Saotome School, the pair were to inherit the Dojo. However, because both bride and groom were under age they couldn't run the school themselves. That would mean an adult such as Ranma's father would have to be in control. Such an eventuality would be an unmitigated disaster.
Genma Saotome was a good enough martial artist, but was greedy and lazy. Nabiki was reasonably sure that the bald man had little or no appreciation of how to run a business, not like Nabiki did. If Ranma and Akane were married now, it seemed a safe bet that Genma would run the dojo into the ground even more than it was already and likely get both Saotome and Tendo families thrown out of their homes because of the debts Genma was likely to incur.
The wrecking of the wedding was not terribly difficult to accomplish. All Nabiki had to do was to send out a few extra invitations. In truth she wasn't even sure it would have been necessary as it is likely the extra guests would have found out and showed up anyway.
Not even Nabiki had been expecting the level of mayhem that had happened at the wedding attempt. What she had been hoping for was for the priest to come to part where he said, "If anyone present knows any reason why these two should not be joined, speak now or forever after hold your peace." Then the fiances and rivals could say their reasons.
What actually did happen was total chaos. The dojo was wrecked, people's lives, or least their safety was put in jeopardy. Kuno had drawn a real steel sword, Ukyo and Shampoo had been throwing bombs made of exploding food. Ranma's mother had been put in danger. It would likely that the repairs alone would cost as much or more than all of the money Nabiki would get from selling the wedding presents.
What was the worst of all of it was an innocent looking cask of water. The Jusenkyo guide had sent it. The note attached said it was supposed to be a wedding gift for Ranma in gratitude for what he had done in taking down Saffron, the Phoenix King. Some gift. What it had actually done, Nabiki was not sure, but she had suspicions. Ranma was now locked in the bathroom, refusing to let anyone else in and likewise refusing to talk to anyone.
The martial artist in question was sitting on one of the stools, staring at the mirror. Ranma was in cursed form and making a careful study of the changes that had been wrought by the Naniichuan water. It was supposed to be a cure. Ranma, Genma, Ryoga and Mousse had fought over the cask as if it had been. At the time all of them had believed that the water would be a cure for the curse that plagued them.
Gazing at the reflection, Ranma whispered, "Someone lied to all of us, maybe a lot of people lied."
She sighed. At least she could still change to normal with hot water. She knew that because she had tested it. The trouble was with what cold water turned her into. Ranma frowned as she wondered if there was a pronoun that indicated one was both male and female. She wasn't sure that her cursed form could properly be called a "she" anymore. Was there a pronoun that indicated both genders at once? Maybe something would have to be invented. For now she would use the feminine pronouns because her cursed form looked mostly female.
She thought back to the wedding, so short a time ago. Soun had brought out the cask of Naniichuan. It had been sent by the Jusenkyo guide and was supposedly only enough for one person. When it became known what was in the cask, every Jusenkyo cursed male at the wedding had been trying to claim it for their exclusive use.
The cask had changed hands several times until Happosai, believing it contained sake, grabbed it and prepared to drink the whole thing. Akane had been in position and had leapt up and punted the cask, yelling, "Ranma, catch!"
The cursed boy had tried to catch it, but the cask had hit him in the head and broken open, drenching him. If the water in the cask had worked as everyone had expected it to, Ranma would have become permanently male. What did happen was not visible to the guests at the wedding, but Ranma had felt it. He had turned into the redhead that had become familiar to all at the drenching. Those watching believed that the water had done nothing at all, other than to activate his curse like any normal, unmagical water would do.
Ranma knew different for she had felt a change. The difference in her cursed form was something that was hidden by the tuxedo she had been wearing. She had been too busy to really do anything other than try to deal with the insanity. It was true that the other curse victims had all frozen in place for a moment when Ranma had gotten wet and yet had still changed to female. Others of the guests were less impressed by the lack of visible change.
Eventually the combative guests had been subdued and ejected from the property. By that time the damage was done and the wedding was ruined. There was no marriage to celebrate and there was a horrendous mess to clean up. It was only after peace had been restored that Ranma retreated to the bath room to get out of the tuxedo and verify whether or not she had suffered the kind of change she thought she had.
Gazing into the mirror at the reflection of her nude body, most specifically at the groin area, she whispered, "I'm a freak." Not that changing sex with hot or cold water wasn't freakish, but now she was even more of a freak that ever.
Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a fist pounding on the door. Akane's voice called out, "Ranma, open the door! Other people want to use the bath, you know. So what if you still change into a girl? You're used to that by now. You aren't locked as a girl are you?" That last was spoken with some concern in the tone.
Ranma shook her head. She called out, "You don't understand anything, Akane. No I'm not locked, but I still did change."
There was a pause before Akane went on in a less strident tone. "Alright, it's true. I don't understand what happened. Make me understand; explain it to me. Maybe I could help you."
Ranma practically growled, "If I try to tell you what happened you'll call me a pervert and flatten me. You're the last person I want to tell. It was bad enough when I just changed into a girl, but now I can't ever get married. You won't want me, no one would."
There was silence for a moment. Finally Akane said, "Ranma, I promise to listen. I won't hit you if all you do is talk. Please, I want to understand what happened to you. Maybe we didn't get married today, but that doesn't mean we never will. I care about what's happened to you."
The cursed martial artist digested that for a moment. She had spoken of her love for Akane during the fight at Jusendo. She was pretty sure she still felt that way. She was also sure that she would never be able to act on that feeling because of the change that had happened to her. Akane would have to be told at some point and the telling wouldn't get any easier for waiting to do it.
She glanced at the tub. The water had cooled some but was still warm enough to change her back to her birth form. She considered changing before opening the door, but decided against it. She might have to demonstrate what the cursed water had done to her. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself before going to the door.
Akane was in the hall, waiting. She had gotten out of the beautiful wedding gown and was now dressed in the casual clothes. From her expression it was plain that she was worried about Ranma. Nabiki and most of the rest of the family was just a short way down the hall ready to listen to every word spoken.
Ranma glared at them and said, "The dojo is a wreck, but it's still more private than here. Let's go out there."
Akane glanced at the others. "Won't they find out eventually?"
"Yeah, eventually." She sighed. "Since you almost became my wife today and all that we mean to each other, you deserve to know. They can wait."
They went out to the dojo. When they had cleared debris from a space on the floor and sat, Ranma closed her eyes. Akane looked at that and asked, "Ranma, what...?"
The cursed martial artist held up a hand to indicate she should wait. After a few moments she opened her eyes and said, "I used my ki to find the microphones that Nabiki had planted and destroy them. If we talk quietly, nobody listening at the door should be able to hear what we say."
Akane scowled for a moment. "I suspected that sis had the place wired for sound."
Ranma nodded. Her manner was serious. "While I was hiding in the bathroom, I was thinking about a lot of things. One of them was the Jusenkyo guide. If I find out that he knew what that cask of water would do to me I'm going to look him up and give him a beating."
Now shocked, Akane demanded, "Why would you do that? He was trying to help you by sending that cask of water."
"Was he?" Ranma demanded. "He's been the guide at the springs for a long time. The only people likely to know more about the springs and the curses would be the Amazons who have been living near the springs for thousands of years. If anyone should know what that water would do to me, it's him."
The black haired girl shook her head. "I don't understand. What did the water do to you?"
Ranma shook her head. "I can't just say it, I have to set it up properly."
Akane looked confused, but gestured for her fiance to go on.
"Everyone has been assuming that one Jusenkyo curse will replace whatever curse you might already have," Ranma explained. "Like if Shampoo got splashed with Nyaniichuan water she'd go back to being a full-time girl or if I got Naniichuan I'd be a guy all the time."
Akane nodded. That was what everybody had assumed. That was why the cask of water had seemed so precious.
Ranma frowned. "When I was locked in the bathroom I tried to reason it out. I wondered if getting a human curse would be the same thing as a cure. Would one really be without a curse or would they still have a curse but with a cursed form the same as their birth form. The end result would be no curse that you could see, but they would probably still have the magic on them."
With another shake of her head, Ranma said, "The curses don't work that way. We've seen proof of it, but none of us ever took the time to reason out what it meant. If the curses worked the way we thought, then Pantyhose Taro would turn into an octopus with cold water."
"Huh?" Confused, Akane demanded, "What are talking about?"
"Bear with me," Ranma begged. "For Naniichuan to be a cure, the man curse would have to replace the girl curse. If that's how the curses worked, Taro wouldn't look like the mess he is now. The octopus curse didn't change him into an octopus, it added tentacles to the cursed form he already had."
This was starting to sound like a more serious situation that Akane has suspected it was. Grasping at straws, she said, "How do you even know that was really Naniichuan water? Maybe somebody substituted plain tap water."
The redhead's expression was sad. "I know because I did change. Something was added to this form. You didn't see during the wedding because it was covered by the tux I was wearing and now by this robe."
She looked down at the floor for a moment before saying, "To explain this we will get into areas that you consider perverted. Please remember your promise to not hit me if all I do is talk about it."
After thinking about how to phrase it she finally said, "I guess you know my friends Hiroshi and Daisuke are kind of perverted, right?"
Akane frowned and said, "Everybody in the whole school knows that. Although mostly that's just in how they talk and the mangas they read. I've never heard of them doing more than talk to suggestively to girls."
With a nod, the cursed martial artist said, "It's the mangas that I want to talk about. In some of them it shows what are called futanari. Americans call them 'dick girls.' These are girls that look completely normal with their clothes on and usually are really beautiful and well built." She made a gesture at her breasts.
She went on, "When the girls in those stories take their clothes off (they do that a lot in those stories) you see that between their legs they have the normal girl stuff, but they also have a complete set of male sex organs as well. I don't know what the medical name is for that sort of thing."
Her eyes going wide, Akane asked, "Are you saying that you...?"
Silently, Ranma nodded. She clenched her eyes shut and braced herself to be hit. She felt sure that Mallet-Sama, the famed "pervert basher," was about to make an appearance. When no attack materialized, she opened one eye and looked at Akane.
The youngest Tendo daughter seemed to have a series of emotions warring for dominance on her face. Outrage and anger were there, to be sure, but there were also flashes of curiosity and excitement. If she didn't know better, Ranma could almost swear that Akane was turned on by the idea.
After a while of this Akane seemed to get herself under control and her expression turned neutral. She finally said, "Do you expect me to accept this without some proof?"
"Proof?" Ranma wasn't sure she could believe what she was hearing. "You don't want to bash me for being a pervert?"
Still keeping her expression carefully controlled, Akane finally said, "Just having male equipment added to your female form doesn't make you any more perverted than you were before. It's what you do with it that determines that. I still would like proof that that is what happened to you."
Looking seriously confused, Ranma said, "Proof would be easy enough. All I'd have to do would be open this robe and show you. In the past if I ever exposed myself you would scream 'pervert' and bash me."
The youngest Tendo let out a huge sigh and said, "I promised I wouldn't hit you if you just talked about things. I'll extend that promise to cover you doing things that I ask you to do. I just want to verify if you are telling the truth."
Ranma looked doubtful, but she complied with the request. She untied the knot at her waist and opened the flaps of the robe. She repositioned herself so her groin area was more easily visible. The redhead couldn't help a flinch and shut her eyes as Akane in leaned closer to get a better look.
The black haired girl looked and confirmed what she had been told. Ranma's breasts had lost none of their firmness or size. Her body was still as lean and athletically muscled as always. Her legs were well muscled. Between those legs she still had a properly female vagina. It seemed as if that particular organ had moved a trifle lower on her body to make room for what had been added.
Above the vagina was a large male penis, complete with a scrotum that hung so that it partially covered the top end of the her vagina. On the occasions that Akane had walked into the bath when Ranma had been in there she had seen his penis. She had even seen it erect. It had seemed large, she suspected larger than average. The organ that now hung from the petite girl's groin was enormous by comparison and positively gigantic on Ranma's petite girl body. Indeed, it hung halfway down her thigh.
Ranma had her eyes closed again, but when no attack was forthcoming, she opened her eyes again. Akane didn't look angry or disgusted, she looked totally fascinated. She had been leaning in almost close enough for Ranma to feel her breath on her exposed organs. Akane had one hand outstretched as if she wanted to reach out and touch.
The redhead couldn't help herself. The sight was so sexy that her cock began to stir. Before it could reach a full erection, Akane sat back and said, "You can cover yourself. I'm sorry to put you through that, but I had to be sure. "
The dark haired girl seemed to think furiously for a few moments. Finally she said, "Take a little time to calm yourself down. I want you to come to my room. I have something there I want to show you. Uh... when we get there could you do that thing to kill the microphones? I'm pretty sure Nabiki has my room wired too."
Ranma frowned. Akane was acting really different today. Maybe it was the whole wedding thing or maybe something else. "Sure, Akane. That wouldn't be hard at all."
Even though the rest of the family had been at the door of the dojo, the two had been talking quietly enough that nobody had been able to hear them. Fortunately none of them had been bold enough to open the door and look inside.
Akane led the way. As they passed by Nabiki, Akane said to her, "You know, instead of trying to listen in on other people's conversations, you might try to clean up some of the mess your interference caused. You could also start putting together an order for the materials we'll need from the lumber yard to fix the damage. By the way, how are we going to pay for that?"
The brown haired girl shrugged. "By selling the wedding presents we should get enough to cover the repairs." She didn't mention that she had spoken to Kuno's lawyers who were willing to pay for the repairs in full. What the rest of the family didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Akane just humphed and led Ranma back to the house. Shortly they were in Akane's room. The Tendo girl closed and locked the door behind her. When she did that Ranma again did the trick of using her ki to search out all of the microphones. She fed a little bit of her energy to each of them and that had the effect of burning them out without an explosion or causing a fire.
When Ranma assured her they had privacy, Akane got a sheepish expression. After a moment she went to her closet and from someplace inside pulled out a small pile of manga style comics. She said, "I have a confession to make. All the time I've been giving you grief over being a pervert, I've been sort of a closet pervert myself. I never thought that I would ever meet someone who embodied the thing I'm most aroused by."
She handed one of the comics to Ranma. The cursed martial artist looked at the magazine and studied the picture on the cover. The title was "Futa Club" and the picture showed three girls wearing what looked like blue school bathing suits. One of them was being embraced by another one from behind. The one in front looked like a normal enough girl, while the one who was hugging her had clearly visible on her suit the outline of a hard male cock.
Ranma opened the comic and flipped pages, seeing many drawings of girls with dicks fucking each other as well as fucking the one normal girl who didn't have a cock. The images in the comic were sufficiently arousing that the redheaded girl's cock stiffened and pushed between the flaps of her robe to extend out into the room. When that happened Ranma flinched and nearly dropped the manga.
Akane assured her, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you. What do you think of it?" She gestured at the magazine.
Ranma honestly answered, "It's really hot. I would never have believed you would be into this kind of stuff."
Akane came up beside Ranma and pointed, telling her, "The one normal girl in the club is named Akane. In the story she joined the club so she could 'service' the regular members. When Yuka and Sayuri first told me about these comics, that was what caught my attention. After I borrowed a copy of the first issue, I went out and got my own copy and then got the rest of the series. I even got more from other stories. There is just something about the image of a girl with a hard cock that I find incredibly arousing."
Before Ranma could think to comment on that, she noticed Akane tugging at the end of the sash on her robe. In a moment her robe opened and all of her assets were on display. The expression on Akane's face was not one of anger, or disgust, it was pure lust. She pulled on the collar of the robe and the redhead let it slide down her arms to fall in a pile behind her, leaving her completely nude. No longer hesitant, Akane reached down and wrapped her hand around the organ jutting from Ranma's groin.
Akane's hand couldn't close completely around the hard organ she was now holding. It was too big to completely grip. She got enough of a grip that she began stroking her hand up and down the length. After doing that for a few moments, she stopped and let go. She quickly stripped off her own clothes and flung them to the far corners of her room.
Now Akane dropped to her knees in front of Ranma and gripped her cock in both hands, moving them up and down over most of the length. She had a little difficulty getting her mouth open far enough to get the head of that huge organ into her mouth, but managed it while licking and sucking. The head of girl Ranma's cock was too big to fit into her throat, but Akane pushed her mouth down as far as she could.
Considering that the only sex Ranma had engaged in was masturbation and some dreams, the young Tendo was soon rewarded with a huge flood of semen into her mouth. She tried valiantly to swallow it all, but there was too much, to fast and some of it ended up dripping out her mouth and off her chin onto the floor by Ranma's feet.
Rubbing a hand over her mouth and chin to wipe off the dripping cum, Akane commented, "I love it. It even tastes sweet."
Shaking her head, Ranma said, "I can't believe you did that. I thought you were scared of guys, hated them."
A smile on her face now, Akane explained, "I do hate guys, but you're not a guy right now. The sight of a stiff dick could terrify me. At least a man or boy's stiff dick could frighten me. Somehow the image of a hard cock on a girl was so incredibly arousing, I was almost tempted to try sex with another girl who was using a strap on dildo. That's when I first saw one of these manga. You could say I got a little obsessed with the idea of having sex with a girl who had a cock."
She frowned and said, "Then you came along. On the one hand you had the cock but on a male body. On the other you have that gorgeous female body that is enough to make boys and even some girls drool over you. I kept trying to picture what you would look like in the female body but with a hard cock. It was frustrating enough that I got mad at you."
Stroking the slightly softened dick, she said, "I'm sorry I took my frustrations out on you. You were saying that now you are like this, no one would want you. You're wrong about that. Now that you have a cock on your female form, I want you very much. I want you like this more than I ever wanted your male form."
When she had stroked Ranma's cock back to full stiffness, Akane stood up. She stepped toward the bed and begged, "As big as you are, I know the first time will hurt, but I want it. I want you to fuck me with your enormous cock. I want you fuck me with it today and tomorrow and maybe forever. Since the wedding was such a disaster, maybe we could elope. I don't want you ever getting away from me."
Ranma frowned a little. "The way you are talking, I'd almost think you'd like me to be stuck this way."
Sitting down on the bed, Akane answered, "I wouldn't mind if you were, but I know how much you prefer your male form. I wouldn't ask you to give it up. Besides it might be hard to get married to you if you were permanently a girl, even a girl with a cock. I would only ask that you be in this form for any kind of sex games."
Akane lay down and spread her legs in clear invitation. Before Ranma could move between those legs, Akane said, "Since this form of yours also has a pussy, I'd like to ask if you ever thought about what it would be like to have a cock pumping into it?"
Standing at the end of the bed, Ranma made a theatrical shudder. "I've thought about it and the idea always scared me. Why, do you know some guy you'd like to see fucking me?"
With an amused expression, Akane said, "Not a guy. I was just wondering what it would be like to get some Instant Naniichuan and Nyaniichuan powders and mix them. I would hope that by doing that I could also, at least temporarily, become a 'dick girl' and be the first one to try the pussy of your current form."
Opening her mouth to protest, Ranma caught herself. She was forming a mental image of the scene and found that it was not nearly as frightening or disgusting as the thought of having a man thrust his organ into her pussy. If Akane were to use the powders to acquire a cock to add to her current body, the idea was strangely... exciting. She said, "Actually, I don't think I find that idea so terrible as doing it with a guy."
Akane grinned. She and Ranma had gotten off to a rocky start, but now she felt like they would be able to get along quite well. With this most recent change in her fiance she felt that Ranma was now exactly what she had been wanting for a long time. She said, "We can talk about it more later. For now, shut up and fuck me."
The redhead grinned as she got up on the bed and moved into position. The reservations she'd had about the marriage to Akane were growing less. It would seem that Akane truly did love her and actively desired sex with her as well.
Author's Note: I've read so many stories (and even written some) where Ranma was told about the curses mixing and feeling so relieved that he wasn't turned into a hermaphrodite by the Naniichuan water at the wedding. I had to wonder how things would have turned out if Ranma had been splashed and changed in that manner.
Being something of a sucker for a happy ending, I decided to write Akane as having a futanari fetish. If anyone reading this has also read my story, "I'm the Mother and the Father?" you will know that when I first posted that, all there was to it was the first chapter. Reviews I got suggested ways to continue the story.
As things stand, what you see here is all I've got on this concept. One possible avenue I have thought of involves Akane getting splashed with mixed Naniichuan and Nyaniichuan waters (permanent curse) and turning into a hermaphrodite herself. Exactly how to bring that about and where I want to go from there are matters that will require more thought.
I would welcome any comments, opinions and especially suggestions on where I could go with this concept. I feel I need to apologize to my readers for taking the time to write this up instead of working on another chapter of "Soul Divide" or "Paternity of a Princess." Sometimes I get an idea in my head and I can't do anything else until I get it written down.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
"Why is Akane so Strong?" - Story Ideas
“Why is Akane So Strong? – Story ideas
Sometimes I get ideas for stories by looking at other people’s fics. There was a summary that I read on MM.org that asked, “Why Akane was so strong?” I didn’t actually read the story but that question suggested two ideas to me. I don’t know when I will get to work on these. I am already working on three stories that need to be finished. I really should try to complete at least one of them before I start developing one of these ideas into a story.
Ranma-Tenchi cross idea
OK! This is just a concept at this point. What if Akane was adopted by the Tendos? The idea here is that Washu made two “children” with Ryoko as one of them and Akane the other. That will be the explanation of why she is so superhumanly strong. We will also have Nodoka as the daughter of Katsuhito Masaki, making Ranma another Jurian prince like Tenchi. On a trip to visit his Ranma’s grandfather and cousin Tenchi, Washu recognizes her other daughter and awakens Akane to the rest of her powers. Ranma discovers that he’s the prince of a stellar empire.
Saiyan story idea
7/25/2010
Another concept on why Akane is so strong.
Story prologue would start with Genma out in the woods. He’s bummed because he found out that Nodoka can’t have any children and his buddy Soun’s wife gave birth to a stillborn child. Very sad. Then in the woods nearby there is an explosion like from a meteor hitting the earth. Genma goes to investigate.
When he gets there he finds a ball-shaped metal pod. As he approaches the door opens and inside he finds two babies, one male and one female. Each has a brown-furred tail. When he picks up the boy baby a beam of light shoots out of the pod and projects a hologram. The being is tall and of regal bearing with spiky hair. He also has a tail like the children. He proceeds to explain that his people, the Saiyans have been subjugated by an evil tyrant called Freeza. Under this cruel being’s rule the fate for the children of two families would have been to be sent to some planet where the full moon would transform them into their full ape form and they would then destroy all life to prepare it for Freeza’s conquest.
The two Saiyan families didn’t want this fate for their children and they found an experimental space pod. This pod could put the children in a form of hibernation that would allow them to sleep for centuries or even millennia. The pod was designed to travel to a distant galaxy where it would then seek out an inhabited planet to land on.
The holographic Saiyan warns that the children could transform into rampaging beasts under the light of a full moon and recommends that their tails be removed.
Genma cuts the tails off the children and then takes the girl baby to his friend Soun to replace the baby who was born dead. The boy child he takes to his wife Nodoka.
Next we fast forward to the start of the Ranma story when Ranma and Akane meet. When Ranma fell into the spring of drowned girl it didn’t turn him into a human girl but a Saiyan girl complete with tail.
I have a flood of ideas coming to me about this one. When in Neko-ken training instead of being afraid, chibi-Ranma gets angry and goes super saiyan. Net result, no fear of cats.
When Ranma gets knocked into Nyanniichuan she goes super saiyan and is firing ki blasts. When they get to the cliff where Ryoga was standing, Ranma hears Ryoga cry out as he is falling and flies down to catch him and prevents him from landing in one of the springs. Ryoga falls in love with the strange girl who has the same name as his hated rival. Walking off in a bit of a daze, he falls into the spring of Drowned Girl himself. Naturally the confrontation at the school goes very differently.
In the “Here’s Ranma” start up chapter Ranma doesn’t get clocked with the street sign. She is in girl form because of the rain, but walks to the Tendos on her own power. Instead of using force to get Ranma to go, Genma uses arguments. Ranma agrees to go because she is honorable and decides that she at least wants to meet these people.
Ranma asks for hot water before going to practice with Akane. Ranma decides there is something about Akane that he likes. When they spar they both start putting more power and speed into their moves. After they are done with the sparring they get cleaned up and Ranma goes down on one knee and proposes to Akane. She says yes.
When they are falling out the window at school, Ranma tries to use his flight power but Kuno lands on him and knocks them both into the pool.
When Shampoo shows up at the ice cream parlor Ranma plucks the bonborri from her hands and smashes them together, destroying them. She says, “Every time you’ve showed up I’ve smashed your little toys. When are you going to get the idea that you can’t beat me and go home?”
I have the idea that when Cologne comes she does the full-body cat tongue. When she shows the phoenix pill, Ranma uses her super speed to snatch it. However she doesn’t take the pill, but instead powers up to super saiyan. Doing this cures her of the pressure point. The manifestation of the powerful aura gets Cologne to realize that this might not be someone they want to take back to the village.
Akane doesn’t get injured and can do the gymnastics challenge and defeats Kodachi easily.
Anyone with suggestions for other story ideas, email me.
Sometimes I get ideas for stories by looking at other people’s fics. There was a summary that I read on MM.org that asked, “Why Akane was so strong?” I didn’t actually read the story but that question suggested two ideas to me. I don’t know when I will get to work on these. I am already working on three stories that need to be finished. I really should try to complete at least one of them before I start developing one of these ideas into a story.
Ranma-Tenchi cross idea
OK! This is just a concept at this point. What if Akane was adopted by the Tendos? The idea here is that Washu made two “children” with Ryoko as one of them and Akane the other. That will be the explanation of why she is so superhumanly strong. We will also have Nodoka as the daughter of Katsuhito Masaki, making Ranma another Jurian prince like Tenchi. On a trip to visit his Ranma’s grandfather and cousin Tenchi, Washu recognizes her other daughter and awakens Akane to the rest of her powers. Ranma discovers that he’s the prince of a stellar empire.
Saiyan story idea
7/25/2010
Another concept on why Akane is so strong.
Story prologue would start with Genma out in the woods. He’s bummed because he found out that Nodoka can’t have any children and his buddy Soun’s wife gave birth to a stillborn child. Very sad. Then in the woods nearby there is an explosion like from a meteor hitting the earth. Genma goes to investigate.
When he gets there he finds a ball-shaped metal pod. As he approaches the door opens and inside he finds two babies, one male and one female. Each has a brown-furred tail. When he picks up the boy baby a beam of light shoots out of the pod and projects a hologram. The being is tall and of regal bearing with spiky hair. He also has a tail like the children. He proceeds to explain that his people, the Saiyans have been subjugated by an evil tyrant called Freeza. Under this cruel being’s rule the fate for the children of two families would have been to be sent to some planet where the full moon would transform them into their full ape form and they would then destroy all life to prepare it for Freeza’s conquest.
The two Saiyan families didn’t want this fate for their children and they found an experimental space pod. This pod could put the children in a form of hibernation that would allow them to sleep for centuries or even millennia. The pod was designed to travel to a distant galaxy where it would then seek out an inhabited planet to land on.
The holographic Saiyan warns that the children could transform into rampaging beasts under the light of a full moon and recommends that their tails be removed.
Genma cuts the tails off the children and then takes the girl baby to his friend Soun to replace the baby who was born dead. The boy child he takes to his wife Nodoka.
Next we fast forward to the start of the Ranma story when Ranma and Akane meet. When Ranma fell into the spring of drowned girl it didn’t turn him into a human girl but a Saiyan girl complete with tail.
I have a flood of ideas coming to me about this one. When in Neko-ken training instead of being afraid, chibi-Ranma gets angry and goes super saiyan. Net result, no fear of cats.
When Ranma gets knocked into Nyanniichuan she goes super saiyan and is firing ki blasts. When they get to the cliff where Ryoga was standing, Ranma hears Ryoga cry out as he is falling and flies down to catch him and prevents him from landing in one of the springs. Ryoga falls in love with the strange girl who has the same name as his hated rival. Walking off in a bit of a daze, he falls into the spring of Drowned Girl himself. Naturally the confrontation at the school goes very differently.
In the “Here’s Ranma” start up chapter Ranma doesn’t get clocked with the street sign. She is in girl form because of the rain, but walks to the Tendos on her own power. Instead of using force to get Ranma to go, Genma uses arguments. Ranma agrees to go because she is honorable and decides that she at least wants to meet these people.
Ranma asks for hot water before going to practice with Akane. Ranma decides there is something about Akane that he likes. When they spar they both start putting more power and speed into their moves. After they are done with the sparring they get cleaned up and Ranma goes down on one knee and proposes to Akane. She says yes.
When they are falling out the window at school, Ranma tries to use his flight power but Kuno lands on him and knocks them both into the pool.
When Shampoo shows up at the ice cream parlor Ranma plucks the bonborri from her hands and smashes them together, destroying them. She says, “Every time you’ve showed up I’ve smashed your little toys. When are you going to get the idea that you can’t beat me and go home?”
I have the idea that when Cologne comes she does the full-body cat tongue. When she shows the phoenix pill, Ranma uses her super speed to snatch it. However she doesn’t take the pill, but instead powers up to super saiyan. Doing this cures her of the pressure point. The manifestation of the powerful aura gets Cologne to realize that this might not be someone they want to take back to the village.
Akane doesn’t get injured and can do the gymnastics challenge and defeats Kodachi easily.
Anyone with suggestions for other story ideas, email me.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Progress on "Happi's Redemption"
Well, I posted what I had of Happi's Redemption. I also posted a note where I said that I was looking for input on who my readers thought I should match up with the girl that Happosai turned into. I've received no response, so I guess I'll just arbitrarily pick Ranma to be the love interest for the new girl (who used to be a perverted old man.)If you don't like that pairing, I point out that you had your chance to suggest alternate pairings.
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