Daria and Mack were seated at the table in the Lane family’s kitchen, watching curiously as Jane filled up several cups with hot water for the female Ranma, who was standing on a couple of towels in his her underwear.
The football Captain turned to the only marginally normal female in the room. “I still can’t quite believe all of this. I mean, he can hold up the back end of a car without breaking a sweat, he can make energy balls out of thin air, you claim he started a twister in his back yard, and now you’re saying he changes genders depending on water temperature. Just where the hell did Ranma come from?”
The brunette shrugged. “Ranma doesn’t have a clue, but I’ve got $50 that says he’s an alien sleeper unit, and Jane’s $50 says he’s a genetically enhanced super soldier.”
Mack frowned slightly. “An alien, maybe, but I don’t think genetic enhancement could explain everything he’s done so far, let alone everything he claims he can do.” He thought it over for a moment. “I’ll put $50 on him being from another universe.”
Daria nodded, pulling a notepad and a pen from her bag and jotting Mack’s bet down.
*SPLASH!*
Everyone stared at the still-female and visibly confused Ranma. At the sight of a busty redhead in a wet muscle shirt and boxer shorts, Mack subtly slid his chair closer to the table.
‘Damn it, why didn’t it work?' Ranma frowned down at her slender hands and abundant cleavage.
“Hey Janey, have you seen my WOAHOHO!”
Ranma’s head snapped up to see a tall, lanky raven-haired man wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and staring at her breasts in awe. Her hand shot out and snatched up another cup of hot water. ‘Please change back, please change back…’ Dumping the steaming water over her head, he was relieved to find himself back to normal. “Thank Kami-Sama.’ He blinked in surprise as a masculine voice echoed through his mind.
‘YOU’RE WELCOME.’
Shaking it off as a figment of his imagination, he turned back to the new arrival to see him recovering from extreme shock. “Hi.”
The man blinked a few times before answering. “Uh…hi.” He turned to Jane. “Have you seen my clothes? I think I might have left them in the kitchen somewhere.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “You’re wearing them, Trent.”
Trent glanced down at himself curiously. “I am?”
“Yeah. Jeans, shirt, shoes, it’s all there.”
The musician stared at his sister, then at Ranma, then at his boxers. “I get it; I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
Jane clapped her hands enthusiastically. “Well done, you figured it out all on your own!”
Ranma shook his head at the older man’s gullibility (and ignoring the soft laughter in his head) while tying the fastenings of his shirt. A tiny flare of Ki had dried him, and a blur of movement had left him standing in his black cargo pants and silk Chinese shirt.
When Trent next glanced at the suddenly clothed Ranma, his normally hooded eyes bulged open briefly before returning to their usual state. “Janey, who are your friends?”
Jane gestured grandly to each of her guests in turn. “This is Daria, Empress of France, Mack Daddy the Tenth, Lord of the Field of Football, and this is…hey, where’d Ranma go?”
As everyone glanced looked around the kitchen, Ranma snickered silently from behind Trent. He’d figured out that Jane was basically messing with her brother’s head, so he’d decided to join in. He chilled his hand with the Soul of Ice before brushing it down Trent’s bare back. When the older man yelped and spun around, Ranma slipped past and resumed his former position on the pile of towels before dropping out of the Umi-San-Ken.
Everyone stared at him as he smiled cheerfully and bounced on the balls of his feet.
Trent, looking a little jumpy at this point, plucked his car keys off of a rack on the wall. “Dream or not, I’ve got some stuff to pick up from Dega Street before band practise tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Whatever.” He glanced down once more at his boxer shorts. “Are you sure I’m wearing everything?”
Jane nodded, her face a mask of complete honesty. “Yep. Lookin’ pretty sharp in those new threads, I must say.”
Trent sighed in relief. “Right. Well, see you whenever Jane, Your Highnesses, um…guy.” The narcoleptic rocker all but ran from the room, and moments later the front door slammed before a car pulled out of the drive.
Daria smirked slightly. “Emperor Trent in his new clothes.”
The blue-eyed painter snickered. “I’ll be getting an interesting phone call in an hour or so, that’s for sure.”
Mack chuckled, picking up his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. “I should get going, I have stuff to do at home. See you later guys.” He let himself out after the others bid him farewell.
After stepping off the wet towels, Ranma picked them up and hung them over the backs of some chairs to dry. “So, what do you want to do now?”
Daria and Jane glanced at each other before Jane turned and plucked a few pizza coupons off of the fridge. “How about we watch ‘Sick Sad World’ over pizza? Ranma’s treat.”
Ranma frowned. “Wait, why am I paying?”
“It’s only this time. Next time I’ll pay, then after that it’s Daria’s shout, and we’ll take it in turns.” Jane held up her hand, one finger extended. “One pizza only, though. You may have a never-empty wallet, but Daria and I can’t afford to fill that bottomless pit of a stomach.”
She had a point; Ranma’s wallet always seemed to have money in it when he needed it, but he hadn’t wanted to push his luck by spending it frivolously. ‘Still, a couple of pizza’s won’t hurt.’ “Okay, okay.” He strode across the room and plucked the coupon from Jane’s hand, glancing at the phone number as he picked up the phone. “Garlic bread and Pepsi?”
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