“I swear to the kami, Usagi...” Rei snarled as she glared at the odango-haired teenager who was leaving fried chicken grease stains all over her new takuban from the KFC that Makoto had brought over. “You’re either going to pay for the manga or I am going to break your fingers by the BONE...”
“What... what do you mean?” the blonde woman asked, blinking her pretty blue eyes. “I’m not doing anything wrong... I’m just reading...” she blinked her eyes again as she considered something. “Although I think they’re using new paper for their printing... kinda translucent stuff now... like, I can see both pages through one side.”
“Hey, Ami,” Minako spoke up. “Why are you pumping your arm?”
“Why? WHY? Because Usagi used ‘translucent’ correctly! Those flash cards I’ve been using with her are actually sticking!” the blunette cheered. And here the woman had feared she’d wasted the past two years of her life trying to help that dim-wit. Now though, she would have her first dissertation for her college thesis on tutoring those of lesser intellect. Oh, she smelled a prize for this!
“They weren’t that way before, Dumpling Head!” hissed Rei. “They became that way when you put your greasy paw prints all over them!”
“My paw prints aren’t greasy!” Usagi called back. “I licked my fingers clean! See!”
Rei twitched. A lot. “USAGI! THAT IS UNSANITARY!!”
“How so?” the blonde with hair in twin ponytails questioned. “I see Artemis and Luna do it all the time...”
“Hey, don’t go dragging us into this!” Artemis said as he lifted his head up from the Fried Chicken leg he was munching on.
“But—”
“You hogged all the “Original Recipe”! You get no sympathy from me!” The white-furred Mao said with a snort.
“Aww, Arty...” Minako spoke up. “Don’t be that way. Everyone knows “Extra Crispy” is better anyway...”
“Well, sorry,” snorted the annoyed Moon Cat. “But sadly, I don’t have dental insurance, Pluto won’t let me change into my human form and give me some, so I am stuck with the softer “Original Recipe”.”
The girl with long flowing blonde hair with a red ribbon placed her hands on her hips. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“Brush his teeth,” snorted Luna. Thank the Kami Ikuko thought to brush hers! She could never get Usagi to do it for her, that lazy bitch...
“...Oh, right,” nervously chuckled Minako. “I swear, I’ll buy that toothbrush and the ACT Restoring for you tonight! Promise!”
“And for the record, being a Senshi Advisor does not get you health care,” replied Setsuna, smirking as she ate some chicken from her own hidden bucket of “Original Recipe”.
“But—”
“Nope, we have no Obamacare here,” the Senshi of Time firmly replied.
Artemis whimpered. “Can I at least have some of the Colonel’s “Original Recipe”?”
Setsuna looked down at the poor white Moon Advisor, considered it for a moment before finally answering, “I'll give you a whole “Original Recipe” chicken breast, made of some of the most succulent and tender white-meat treated with a secret recipe of eleven herbs and spices...”
Artemis stood on his haunches, salivating.
“...If a Youma comes through here with a telegram for the Senshi.” She grinned and then firmly ground her heel down on his hope with. “And a musical one at that!”
The white Mao lowered his head in defeat. Like anything that asinine would happen. Couldn’t she have just said ‘no’ and left it at that?
“Oh, cheer up, kitty,” Michiru said as she and Haruka entered the room, also carrying buckets of the Colonel’s goodness—Hotaru following with a Mega Bucket of Mashed Potatoes and Gravy. “We brought chicken as well.”
Raising his head, the white-furred Mooncat, almost tentatively asked, “Is it “Original Recipe”?”
Shaking her head, Michiru replied, “Of course not! Why would we want all that excess grease? This is their KGC: “Kitchen Grilled Chicken”. It’s better for you.”
“HEATHENS!!” Artemis hissed as he went to crouch behind Luna. First they have no love for men, now they disrespected the Colonel!? He was the Modern Day Santa Claus! They were monsters! MONSTERS!!!
“I see we missed something,” Haruka chuckled. When the others stared at her, she merely pointed towards the Princess, who was currently trying to keep from being impaled by a leg bone held by the angry Senshi of Mars.
“Should we stop them?” asked Hotaru.
Setsuna waved her adopted daughter off. “Nah; she’ll survive. After all, the princess has been wanting to see the movie that manga spawned, and nothing will prevent that.”
“Really?” Makoto asked, having finished her chicken thigh. “Did you see that in the Time Gates?”
The green-tressed woman smirked. “Hell no, the princess is just too damned stubborn to die...” or get into college unless the Senshi of Time blew half the male faculty and bribed the entire female staff with cold hard cash in massive amounts but that went without saying.
Of course, paying for it would have to come from the Prince—who she noticed was discretely praying that he wouldn’t have to start funding Usagi's manga habit as well, let alone college.
And if any of them knew exactly how much she had socked away—to solely fund Crystal Tokyo, she swore... and maybe a nice ten-story tall bejeweled gold statue of herself as well with anti-pigeon technology—they’d never get a job themselves!
“Setsuna-mama...” Hotaru spoke up slowly, gently breaking the woman’s concentration. “You have that odd look on your face again... the one that’s if you’re almost happy but it’s far too devious to be happiness.”
“Oh, a personal joke, I assure you,” Setsuna finished with a kind smile and—
“Please stop twinkling your eye like Dumbledore, Setsuna-mama; it’s kinda creepy and makes me think I’m about to get sacrificed for the Greater Good...” the young Senshi of Destruction then added, “Again...”
Wincing a bit—not at the reference, but that she was acting like a character from someone’s work of fiction on some piss-poor anime website—thrice-damned otaku—Setsuna nodded her head in acceptance and apology.
Ah well, what mattered was the important things. No more threats—except maybe getting Usagi into college—no more senshi business, no more insanity—except the usual kind—no more having to be at the Time Gates 24/7, and best of all, she was getting to enjoy the simply pleasures of heart-clogging fast food and holding it over Artemis.
Setsuna didn’t know why she got enjoyment from holding food over animals without opposable thumbs... but she did and she didn’t regret it! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
It was then that there was a knock on the wooden frame of the door. “Uh, Rei-chan...” came the voice of the Shrine Keeper, the Senshi of Mars’ grandfather. “I... Rei, I don’t know how to explain this but you need to come to the courtyard with your friends. There’s a messenger here that says she has words for you and the others...”
Setsuna just twitched. No, absolutely not! She did not just jinx herself!
Looking over towards the doorway, leg bone mere millimeters from piercing Usagi’s eye, Rei glared at the old man that interrupted the vengeance of heaven—which was to be swift and merciless. “They say what it is about?” she asked, deciding to add a bit more force to the struggle in case it was something that couldn’t wait.
“WAAAHHHHHHH! SOMEONE HELP ME!” cried a hysterical Usagi. “I’M SORRY, REI-CHAN! I DIDN’T MEAN TO WIPE MY FINGERS ON YOUR BLANKET AS WELL!”
Sighing, Mamoru made his way over to try and rescue his girl—hopefully in a manner that wouldn’t make the Fire Senshi attack him instead—his hand ached occasionally from where she had bitten him during the Great Milkshake Incident of January.
The head Shinto Priest considered it for a moment. “Actually, she... I guess you could call her a ‘she’... did mention something about the planets and contracts and ‘anal-rapings most foul’...”
Taking a deep breath—like her court-ordered therapist had recommended—but not relinquishing her death-struggle with Usagi—like she wanted as it would finally end it all—Rei tried to calm down and decide if the person with the message could wait a few more minutes.
“She does say to hurry, as she has other messages to deliver and since no one here is severely overweight, she can’t get paid in fat-conserved life force energy to cover her time!” her grandfather called out.
“...Fine,” Rei growled, pulling back mere moment from introducing Usagi’s mind to the finer point of chicken.
“Wow, thanks Rei-chan!” Usagi cried out in relief. “I knew you wouldn’t—EEP!” the blonde shrieked, as Rei flicked the chicken bone at the girl, impacting the floor next to her head... and with enough force to bury the bone a bit into the thick wooden planel.
“Come on girls, let’s get this over with...” Rei grumbled as she followed her grandfather down the hallway, the other Senshi following with Setsuna still holding her private bucket of Original Recipe—she wouldn’t part with that around these people even if her life depended on it!
Needless to say, when the large group finally made their way out the front gates of the building, they were shocked at the sight that greeted them.
There, in the courtyard, was what could only possibly be a Youma, (or whatever the ‘Big Bad’ this ‘season’ would call them)! She was tall, rather buxom lady. She was also blue-skinned with blue-furred cat ears and tail and was dressed in a cranberry-colored suit with slick, shiny black leather tap shoes. The small bell-hop like cap barely fit on her head thanks to the pair of ears that jutted out from either side of her head and above her black and purple-striped hair.
She leaned forward, looking over the group with golden, feline-slit eyes. “Hello?” she spoke up curiously. “Are any of you Rei Hino and/or her closest friends?”
Slowly nodding her head, Rei could only answer, “Y-yes... I am Rei Hino, and I live here...” she then motioned with her right hand to the other women. “These are my friends... minus the dumb blonde who’s a glutton for chicken and pain.”
“HEY!” Usagi cried out. “I am NOT one for pain!”
The Youma smiled cheerily. “Oh, good! Then I can begin!” She reached into her back-pocket and reached for something. Reflexively, girls were ready to release their henshin wands and transform...
Until they saw that what the furry woman had... was an iPod.
Grinning widely, the feline Youma pressed a button and began tap-dancing to the beat of the instrumental.
“Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-TA!
I! Am! Your singing telegram!
Such! Was! Before e-mail spam!
You! Girls! Must know what has gone and passed!
Your! Skirts! Have now been re~po~ssessed!
No! More! Magic at your fingertips!
Sailor! Sol! Says for you to take a trip!
The! Deal! Was made in past millen~i~a!
Too! Bad! She got it in writing, HA!
Don’t! Use! Your powers I warn you!
She! Will! Have every right to sue!
So! No! More can you the Senshi be!
She! Has! Screwed you all sideways, see!
Shave-and-a-haircut, TWO BITS!”
The girls just stared, mouth agape at what had just occurred, a sight none of them had expected.
“...That’s it?” asked Grandfather Hino, feeling disappointed as the catgirl monster turned off her iPod, having hoped it had been a strip-o-gram.
The singing Youma just shrugged. “They didn’t want to fork over any more for a barbershop quartet, though those idiots only sing ‘gangsta rap’ these days...”
“...Yes, that’s what I meant,” he said, hoping to correct any line of thought they might have of him.
“A singing Youma?” asked Usagi, feeling insecure that the furry lady had a better singing voice than her.
“Sailor Sol?” asked Ami. Why hadn’t they head of a ‘Sailor Sol’ before this?
“...Repossessed?” growled Rei, her hands clenching into fists which she was sure she’d be using to pummel Usagi in the next five minutes.
“Where’s my chicken, bitch?” bellowed Artemis, pawing at Setsuna’s leg anxiously.
When Setsuna didn’t make a protective comment about how Artemis should be thankful she didn’t turn him into ‘Chinese Chicken’, the other Senshi knew something was up. They turned to look at the green-tressed scion of Pluto and saw the woman trembling.
“Uh... Setsuna?” Makoto asked nervously. She’d never seen the woman lose her cool.
The messenger considered their questions for a moment before remembering something. “OH!” the Youma piped up. “Silly me,” she said as she lightly smacked her cheek. “I completely forgot, I was also paid to drop this off.” She took off her small cap and reached into it, her entire arm disappearing within. She then pulled her arm free, revealing a large—14x16—paper with writing and various wax stampings of various colors and sigils that matched up to the various Senshi. “Sailor Sol paid to have a copy made of her contract so you can see the terms for yourselves.”
Seeing that the de-facto advisor was not moving—as evidenced by Artemis now sitting on her arm and eating the chicken directly from the bucket—Ami, carefully approached the feline woman. “This isn’t going to drain us, is it?”
“Nah,” waved off the Youma. “We don’t do that anymore. We feed from agreeing patrons from the Happy Youma Health Spa and Sunshine Café, where we convert fat cells to life force. You know, if the bitch Beryl had ever learned of the resource of fat people, we might have actually had a chance... until she did something stupid again.” She shook her head, sighing. “Honestly, I’m not sure what Metallia ever saw in her...” she then seemed to go from saddened to chipper from zero-to-sixty and finished with, “Anyway, that’s it for what I’m here for!”
“...You know we should dust you, right?” asked Haruka.
Rolling her eyes, the Youma just snorted. “Bitch, please! With the contract in effect, you couldn’t even dust a shelf... OH! That reminds me!” she exclaimed excitedly, reaching into the hat once more and handing the Head Priest a card.
“Smiling Youma Cleaning Services?” the aged priest of the Hikawa Shrine asked. Seeing her nod, he pondered for a moment. “Would they be willing to dress as shrine priestesses?”
The feline Youma indeed smiled with that question. “We dress however requested by the client—all we ask for in return is proper restitution of fat cells from which to take from you after we’re done."
Looking up from the card, old man Hino slowly turned to the tallest—and in his opinion, sexiest—of his granddaughter’s friends. “Green-haired girl! You give me that chicken right now! I need to bulk up!”
Raising his head above the rim of the bucket, Artemis hissed. “NEVER! It’s mine, baldie! MINE!!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the Shinto Priest turned to look at his granddaughter. “Rei, did your blonde friend’s cat speak to me?”
“Of course not,” Rei told him. Usagi was certainly not a friend!
“...No, of course I didn’t talk,” the white Mooncat spoke up again as he realized most of the girls were glaring at him. “This is all a dre~eaaaam,” Artemis spoke. “After all, would your granddaughter bring KFC to your home and not share any with you?”
“...No, she would not,” the priest sighed. Damn, he had such a hankering for the Colonel right now. Maybe it was time to dip into alms for the homeless and purchase some KFC... or shrine maintenance. After all, if he had no energy, he couldn’t keep the shrine maintained.
And it wasn't like his granddaughter would do it. She was always running off at all hours, doing who knows what!
“You feed on fat people?” asked Makoto curiously, wondering if they had the control to shave off just a few pounds.
The feline Youma nodded her head rapidly. “Yes. I mean, what is fat but stored energy? And we can finance our fast food franchises with the money we make from tightening their skin afterwards as well as our other side jobs!” she raised her blue hands, fists trembling with joy and anticipation. “Soon, there will be more fat people in Japan than even the United States! We will never go hungry again! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”
“So...” the supposed leader of the Senshi spoke up. “Your evil plan is to make people fat?” inquired a very confused Usagi.
The blue-skinned Catgirl shrugged. “Not so much an evil plan but as what we like to call, cultivating our own renewable energy resources.”
“Great, Green Youma,” sighed Haruka. She missed the days of black and white distinction... and the days of ‘bigger is better’ too... things were so much simpler when one could just drill a hole in the ground, put the oil it in the space of a twenty-eight gallon tank, and then go 240 mph on 4 mpg...
With leather seats! Damn the cows!
Now the only leather she got to feel was when Michiru made her wear the ‘special’ thong, and she was beginning to suspect that was actually pleather!
The Youma nodded her head. “Yep! Sadly, that’s NOT the sort of Youma you’ll be facing...” she sighed. “There’s a splinter group coming around that plans to strike tomorrow at noon... however, in being a splinter group from Beryl’s forces, it fulfills an obligation to the contract to make it active—the Senshi fail to stop Beryl’s forces completely the first AND second time, so the Senshi of the Heirs of Serenity and of the Solar System’s Moons and Planets that were active during the fall of the Silver Millennium are now null and void...”
“Until the enemies are defeated once and for all the third try by a competent team of new Senshi or an honest politician comes around, whichever comes first...” Ami finished for her, reading the contract. She then blushed as she read further up into the paper. “...Oh my...”
“What?” Minako piped up. “What is it, Ami?”
“It says here that such powers are owed and this contract came into being because...” she shivered. “The Senshi that are obligated lost a Strip Poker Tournament to Sailor Sol?”
“...Stripped of powers BESIDES clothing...” Setsuna finally mumbled, shivering at the memories that haunted her. It had been such a simple plan, with all of them ganging up on the rogue Senshi, Sailor Sol would’ve been stripped of everything—instead the Senshi of the Sun was more of a card shark than even Pluto herself!
Shaking herself out of her stupor, she tossed the bucket aside—ignoring Artemis scream of anger or Grandfather Hino’s cry of how only in a nightmare would someone toss the Sacred Chicken aside like that—and made her way inside.
“Setsuna-mama?” Hotaru asked nervously.
“Sorry; I have to get Rei’s chicken bone and then go hunt down a redheaded bitch,” the Senshi of Time growled. Hopefully, the Senshi of Sol would be ready for a fight—especially since Setsuna had refused to even engage that particular Senshi in conversation for over ten-thousand years!
Prying said chicken bone from the ground, Setsuna nodded her head. And just like that, the green-tressed disappeared before anyone could question her further...
In a flash of deep violet and viridian light, the Senshi of Time reappear in the middle of a room where three people were gathered. She was about to shout when she realized that there was already shouting going on... and they were COMPLETELY ignoring her.
“No, mother, this is WRONG!” the auburn-haired woman shouted, fingers clutched around her clothed family honor blade with a grip that nearly cracked the lacquered wood scabbard. “My manly son will NOT wear panties!”
“Yeah, grandma!” a pigtailed youth shouted vehemently. “Seriously, what the hell!? I expect Pops to do crap like this to me all the time, but I had higher hopes for you! And now, I get to meet you for the first time and you WANT me to go around as a girl!?”
“It has been foretold and the time of destiny is nigh,” an older woman with red hair tinged with strands of gray said in all seriousness. “The Planets have aligned and it will be up to you to save the planet earth from destruction! Now go and realize that panties of pure white are the way of might!”
“NO!” The middle-aged woman of the group shouted. “Boxers, mom! Boxers are manly and so is my son!”
“HE CANNOT! The curse has been attained for a reason! He must wear panties, as is the way of true womanhood!”
“Boxers!”
“Panties!”
“Boxers!”
“Panties!”
“BOXERS!”
“PANTIES!”
Setsuna also noticed the one male in the room—Oh, of course he would be her grandchild!—was slowly inching away from the arguing couple.
Well, he had been, until both reached out, grabbed him by one of his shoulders, and pulled him back to the huddle.
“Mother, you will not force my manly son into such frilly things!” the woman clad in kimono and obi shouted.
The older woman met her child’s gaze. “Daughter, may I remind you how often you did so when my grandchild pretended to be ‘Cousin Ranko’?”
“May I remind you that you knew this and failed to tell me what had happened to my son?”
“May I then remind you that you made that contract about being a “Man Among Men”?”
Nodoka glared hatefully. “You showed up that night and got us all drunk! I didn’t wake up until two days later!”
The older women threw her head back, hand over her forehead. “Oh, the shame of having such a lightweight for a daughter!” the older woman wailed theatrically.
“Taiyo! Prepare to die!”
Ranma’s danger sense went off. Despite how annoyed he was at the situation, his reflexes were kicking into high gear, prepared to tackle both women to the ground to dodge the oncoming blast of energy...
He never expected his grandmother to simply raise her hand and make the energy dissipate to mere nothingness as it made contact with her palm. “...Woah! Granny Taiyo... can you teach me to do that?”
“Of course I can dearie, just as soon as you accept your special locket and say the phrase: Sol Power! Make-up!” the older woman said with a smile. She then turned to look at where the attack came from and smirked. “Well, well, well... look who it is! My old friend who’s been avoiding me for the past ten millennia! Nice face-lift you got!”
“We were never friends!” Setsuna spat. “And it’s not a face-lift! It’s a benefit of guarding the Time Gates!”
“Well of course it’s difficult to be friends with you!” Taiyo spat right back. “You never write! You never call! And at last we finally meet?” she ten raised her right hand, flipping the Senshi of Pluto the bird. “Eat old woman middle finger, you worthless sack of crap!”
“WOAH! GRANDMA!” Ranma gasped out, surprised such a kindly-seeming old woman had such a potty-mouth.
“MOTHER!” Nodoka cried out in a chastising manner.
“Oh please, I’ve heard and said worse,” waved off the Grandmother. “But what I want to know is how did you get here? I thought your powers were—oh!” she exclaimed, forming a fist and striking the palm of her other hand. “The agreement was for the planets!” she smirked deviously at the viridian-tressed intruder. “I guess being a Dwarf Planet finally worked out for you, Set-chan!”
“DON’T YOU ‘SET-CHAN’ ME!” Setsuna cried out, instantly flashing into her Sailor Senshi guise—minus the light show and massive nudity it covered—and pointed her Time Staff with Garnet Orb at the other Senshi. “Restore their powers now!”
She smirked. “No can do...” she leaned back in the rocking chair. “For one, the new-old threat or your pal Jadeite—now going by the moniker ‘The Jade Lord’—hasn’t been taken care of yet... nor has an honest politician taken office...” she sighed wistfully and added pointedly, “It’s too bad that the threat to this planet can’t be able to be taken care of by you alone... you’d need a legion of Substitute Senshi... like Sailor Sol...”
She then sat up in her rocking chair and gave her grandson a disarming smile. “Would you like that, Ranma? Being the heroine to save the world from all sorts of nasty evil and proving what a truly womanly woman is to the masses, being the perfect role-model for little girls everywhere?”
Ranma just stared between his grandmother—who had shown up not even fifteen minutes ago—his mother—who he was visiting—and the angry cheerleader with green hair, fighting every temptation to run now, run fast, run long, and just plain run.
Not that he was afraid of being unamnly, but both his mother and grandmother had death-grips on his shoulders, and there just wasn’t enough time to chew them off.
“And let’s be honest, Set-chan, you and I both know you can’t beat me in fight,” Taiyo said, a mischievous glitter in her eyes. “Remember the “Mud Wrestling for the Homeless” event on Neptune, the one that opened the Princess’ eyes to how much she really desired that Uranus girl? I whooped your ass then and had you coughing up mud for days! Trust me, you really don't want to get into a fight with me when I’m serious...”
Her eyes flashes, making Ranma gulp a bit as he suddenly felt such heat on that side of his body... hey! Maybe he could burn one arm off while he chewed the other? That would save time!
“You will pay for activating that contract!” Pluto hissed much like a viper.
In a flash, Grandma Taiyo disappeared, revealing a woman in a similar outfit to Pluto, that of Sailor Sol. “Oh, I gave you a chance, dearie. How was I to know that over ten-thousand years later, the same women would still be Senshi? Let alone the same Kamen of Earth? Nope, there’s no one to blame but yourself for not getting their heirs active before now. Now, go act like a Knight of Columbus or a Shriner or something, and either recruit, or explain to your girls the finer points of dealing with tentacle sex demons when the only power you might have available is unwashed panties from last year!”
Ranma stared at the woman in white and gold fuku, boots, cloves, and tiara and stared... simply stared. “Holy crap...” he whispered. “Grandma Taiyo looks like my curse...”
The other Ranma-chan-like woman smiled over her shoulder. “It’s thanks to strong genetic ancestry, dearie...” she then turned about to face the Senshi of Pluto. “So? What are you going to do, Pluto? Will you use your lucky loophole to try and save the others and the planet? Or will you let everything be destroyed out of pride?” She crossed her arms and smirked. “Because I’m already more than willing to let this planet go to hell if my granddau—”
“GRANDSON!” Ranma snapped.
“...My grandchild doesn’t take my position as Sailor Sol and get the backup she—”
“HE!”
“...The Senshi needs to keep the universe from being taken over.” She then turned to look towards Ranma. “And why must you be so difficult? Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your ancestors?”
“You tricked me into letting him go off with Genma for over a decade!” shouted Nodoka.
“...Oh, right... Genma...” the Sailor of the Sun sighed. “Well, that was more your father than me.”
“You sold my engagement to him for a shot of Everclear!” the Matriarch of the Saotome family continued to snap at her mother.
“And your father took me to the particular restaurant, so really, it is all his fault,” Taiyo explained with a smile. “Now then No-chan, be a good girl and help your mother talk your child into becoming Sailor Sol, or else there will be NO Senshi besides Pluto here... and then she and all those girls will become baby-tanks for more Shikiima when that rather nasty one lands tomorrow...”
Sailor Sol smiled deviously, knowing she'd have her daughter with one small statement more...
“And then your son would NEVER get a chance to make babies with the Sailor Senshi!”
Nodoka paused in her rant, taking a moment to think, before sneering at her mother. “Then he would have to be the Kamen of Sol. Even Senshi magic can’t have two women conceive!”
The woman in fuku glared at her daughter. “There will be a Sailor Sol.”
“Fine!” the auburn-haired woman snapped, standing up to her mother. “I’ll do it!”
Now it was the woman whom currently looked like Ranma’s cursed form that sighed. “I’m sorry, dear; but the mantle of Sailor Sol must be held by a woman with full perkiness! And sadly, despite your father’s genes as well as my own, well... they sadly don’t hang from the tree like they used to.”
Wow, Ranma thought in awe. Never knew Mom could produce a battle aura like that—I’M ON FIRE! IT BURNSES US!
Damn it! He wanted to chew off that arm! He worked more with that arm and he was sure that the muscle would be firmer and appetizing.
Taiyo smirked as she met her daughter’s heated glare. “Trust me, dear, I WANTED you to become Sailor Sol and take my mantle as Senshi but no~OOoooooo... you insisted on going to ‘college’ and not any go to any of those ‘magical girl scouts meets’ I signed you up for!”
“Mama! I wanted to fall in love with a man! Was that so wrong!?” Nodoka whined. “For Kami’s sake, I was almost Mrs. Tsukino, MRS. TSUKINO! And then you had to go and engage me to GENMA out of spite!”
“...So, all this ‘manliness’ thing you have going on with Ranma is just to spite me over you having to marry Genma?” Sailor Sol asked curiously.
“YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT IS!”
“Uh, excuse me?” Setsuna spoke up. “Not to take the crazy solar bitch’s side, but trust me when I say you didn’t miss out on much by marrying Genma Saotome over Kenji Tsukino.”
The Senshi of Pluto did NOT want think of what a world where the two fathers switched places would be like.
Nope, she wasn’t even going to entertain the thought.
Not one bit...
...
......
........
Chinese Amazon Usagi with a Panda-san father!
“DAMN IT!” Setsuna snapped. She’d thought of it!
“STAY OUT OF THIS!” the two redheads shouted, before turning back to each other, ignoring as well the young male trying desperately to put out the fire on his shirt.
Sighing, Setsuna decided to go for Plan C. With a quick teleport, she appeared behind the boy, put her hand on his head, and teleported the two of them away.
She figured she would have less than two minutes before the duo recognized that Ranma was gone.
She just hoped it was enough—it had been a while since she had tied a hostage to a chair.
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