Nodoka sighed, sitting at her brother’s old place, listening to her nephew sip his tea, as the girls interested in him kept yelling.
“More tea, Niece?”
Cringing—no girl who looked younger than you should ever get to call you ‘niece’—even if it was true, Nodoka nodded. “Please, Sasami! And perhaps … could you call me, ‘Big Sister’?”
“Oh no,” Sasami said, acting slightly scandalized—which Nodoka severely doubted, as she could tell by the twitching facial muscles that the young teen was fighting back the act of smiling and/or giggling. “That just wouldn’t be proper!”
“Of course,” Nodoka sighed, as the bluenette walked away.
After Sasami was out of earshot, Nodoka turned to her father, who had come down for a visit. “Can’t you ask her to stop calling me that?”
“What?” asked Katsuhito. “You know Sasami is who she is.”
“I’m not comfortable calling a teenager, my Aunt.”
“Would you rather call her, ‘my goddess deity of the Jurai people’?” the bespectacled man offered. “She also accepts that…”
Nodoka snorted. “Sorry, father; but you know I don’t believe we should be worshipping trees. What are we, Druids?”
“Who do you think got them started?” the man asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
She just returned a glare.
Dramatically sighing—he was a prince, after all, and had been taught to do such by his mothers—the disguised priest just smiled at his daughter. “Besides, you know as well as I do, that they really are connected to a high level Goddess.
“So, might you tell your dear, elderly father, just what is upsetting you?”
Shaking her head, she turned a bit, looking at the myriad of ladies that were fussing over her nephew. “You are no more elderly than my … aunt,” she grumbled out, “is around eight centuries in age.”
“Suspended animation, and quit dodging the topic,” Katsuhito quickly added.
The woman sighed as she shook her head. “Father, I am unsure of where to even begin anymore … this has been a long-standing trouble and has just gotten worse with time,” she looked up from her teacup, eyes starting to shimmer in her eyes. “My son … I worry he is becoming unmanly.”
Those words made the runaway crowned prince of Jurai raise an eyebrow. “...Oh?” he asked with a soft yet caring tone of voice. “Whatever do you mean, daughter?”
“Why, look at Tenchi,” she said as she motioned to her nephew for emphasis. “Look at how all those women fight over him, grab at his manly bits, speak sweet sexual lustings into his ears…”
“Actually,” the man interjected, “I’m pretty sure Ryoko is the only one doing that,” unless Mihoshi was stealthily doing the same. If she was…
With a swift movement of his hand, saké pouted into his cup from the small bottle hidden in his sleeve: Spiked Tea no Jutsu!
“Look, the point is, Ranma has such women also fawning over him, yet….” she whimpered. “He takes no advantage! What kind of manly man takes no advantage of a half-dozen sluts who desire only him!?!?”
“… Tenchi?” the old man offered in response before bringing his ‘Irished’ cup to his lips and sipping quickly.
Nodoka glared at her father.
“Now, calm yourself,” Katsuhito spoke. There was a reason his disguise had more grey hair after Nodoka was born. “He is being respectful to those who pursue him, caring about how others view them as well.
“I, for one, believe that there are enough ‘pampered princes’ out there and on Earth, living off carnal desire alone.
“As I have taught Tenchi—since his father was too much of a pervert—the true character of a man is in his deeds and actions.”
“Oh sure, rub that in,” Nodoka snorted. “Defeated Kagato, defeated Doctor What’s-his-name, and even saved the universe from some nutjob the rest of us only know about because you had Wa—Little Washu,” she changed quickly, “make a home movie about it.”
“Actually, she did that on her own; Father had the entire incident labeled so secret, even we shouldn’t know about it.”
“Point is,” the woman sighed, “what has my son done? He’s defeated dozens of jackass martial artists, a hybrid warrior that is best described as ‘surf and turf’, a prince with so little dragon blood, it makes no difference, and a Godling who never came into full power…” she whimpered. “IT’S NOT FAIR! RANMA HAS SUCH POTENTIAL! WHY IS HE NOT LIVING UP TO IT AND GETTING LAID LIKE CHUCK NORRIS!?”
He really needed to figure out if her whole obsession with ‘manliness’ was a bit like the act Seto put on.
He didn’t have to ask about Chuck Norris, he remembered Nodoka’s childhood ‘very’ well, despite the numerous medications and work his Tree had done for him. “… Again,” the elderly figure spoke up, “Tenchi isn’t getting laid either.”
“AND NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING ON MY PART, EITHER!” came a cry from a cyan-haired space pirate.
“YOU HUSSY!” Nodoka could hear her other aunt call out. “YOU LEAVE LORD TENCHI ALONE!”
Giving her father a half-lidded gaze, the woman replied, “You know, for being stuck as a woman half the time, one thing I can say is that at least my son has more balls than my nephew.
“He really did take after Achika, didn’t he?”
“What can I say? Red Oni, Blue Oni…” Katsuhito muttered as he took another sip of his cup that was now more akin to saké with a touch of tea. His daughters … good lord, they were night and day!
And it was the GOOD ONE who passed on first. Bah!
“Nodoka, you must stop comparing them as such,” he began again, as he tried to ignore Mihoshi’s attempts to stop Ryoko and Ayeka from killing each other—while somehow also adding fuel to the fire as well. “I’m sure Ranma—who you have yet to bring me to or bring here for me to meet in nearly two Earth decades—will be a great person … despite the fact that for some reason, you allowed your husband to raise him solely for almost all of his formative years.”
“Oh, don’t start this again.”
“And Ranma has done many great feats on Earth,” he continued, ignoring his daughter’s attempts to argue back at him. “Now, while I am greatly confused as to where you got this very odd idea of manliness from, one that you don’t prescribe to for your husband…”
“Genma is barely manly enough for me, and a second woman would lower the quality I receive, so I would be forced to rip off his—”
“ANYWAY!” he quickly cut in—man, did she love to rant. “Perhaps it is finally time to reveal to Ranma his heritage.”
“… That’s he’s technically between third in line and eighth in live for the throne of a giant space empire?” she asked.
“… I was going to suggest letting him know his current family on Earth, maybe befriend Tenchi, as both seem to attract rather … lively females, and gentle lead into that, yes.”
“Aww, come on, Dad!” his daughter griped. “Empires are manly! Granted, they tend to be ‘villain manly’ but they get some of the BEST Facial Hair! About the only manly man who can top such masculine villain facial hair is Chuck Norris, but beggars can’t be—”
“No, no,” the man insisted, cutting off his daughter who he was considering having Sasami bestow the title of, ‘The Monologuer’ upon. “Too much at once could break the poor lad. After all, I remember what happened to Noboyuki when I told him the truth. He took it pretty well but he’s always had this nervous twitch and a pathological need to record alien mating rituals ever since…”
The woman brought a hand up to her chin in consideration. “Recording alien mating rituals. eh?” Dare she live the dream … could her son become Captain James Tiberius Kirk Manly!?
Katsuhito just shook his head. Maybe he should get a tree for her to bond to, and hope that helped straighten her out … maybe a Seed from Seto’s—it had to be used to extreme mood swings from a host by now. “And I’m sure once Ranma sees how a loving family supports each other—”
“Die, Monster Woman!”
“Come on, Princess Tease! Bring it!”
“—that he will open up. The important thing would be to strengthen his bonds to family, before we throw matters of family off-world at him.”
Shoulders sagging, Nodoka nodded, before a thought hit her.
Her nephew had such stories and tales, because he had faced threats from space.
What did Ranma have that wasn’t human? He had that Oni princess—from a species universally recognized by many as ‘white space trash’, and maybe that android girl who always somehow knew when Nodoka was making her special fish recipes.
Her son … needed some space adventures! After that, he’d have bigger tales of his manliness, and she’d show her dead sister who had the more manly son!
But first, she needed to get her son to meet these people so—
“WAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!” came a masculine cry from behind that lead to Washu’s lab. It was kicked open with such force by a masculine form—a mostly naked form at that. With only the sparse portion of a towel wrapped around his waist, hand holding with a death grip, and little suction cups with torn wires plastered all over his skin, the man shouted, “DAMN IT! NO MEANS ‘NO’!!”
“OH COME ONE!” cried the petite redhead dressed in a Nurse’s Uniform. “Mama needs her samples! How else is she going to cure you of your ‘condition’ unless she has a baseline to work with?”
The blue-eyed male paused, that little bit of news causing him to stop with self-doubt.
“… Mama will also need samples from your cursed form…” the Goddess of the Trinity in human guise added.
“THAT’S IT! SO OUT OF HERE!” the man growled, turning about to storm off...
… Only to pause as kneeling on the ground before a table with an elderly man was his, “Mom?”
“My Manly Son!” Nodoka cooed as she looked up at his near naked frame. “However did YOU get here!?”
“WASHU!!” Katsuhito snapped.
“… Oh come on!” the woman in the naughty nurse outfit whined. “You were going to introduce us anyway! And besides! He’s much more …” she smirked, “potent than Tenchi. A sample from him would be far more usable.”
Although she was annoyed at someone touching her son like that, the auburn-tressed woman raised an eyebrow. “How much more potent?”
Washu held her hands apart considerably.
“EAT IT, ACHIKA!!” the Saotome Matriarch cackled.
“Nodoka! Nodoka!” Katsuhito said as he snapped his finger in front of his daughter’s face. “Are you okay?” He could’ve sworn his was the only cup he put saké in.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the woman’s shoulders sagged. Darn her son, not appearing when mama wanted him to and proving how much more manly he was than Achika’s boy. “Sorry, father. Was considering my own son … and how to break the news to him.”
Indeed, she was, but she needed some way to get her son into space, so that he too, could have grand adventures, even grander than Tenchi’s.
This could take some time, she grumbled. If there was one thing Nodoka hated, it was wasting time. After all, it wasn’t like the solution would just fall into her lap.
*PLOP!*
“Oh, sorry, Auntie,” Mihoshi said, knocked into the dining area by the fight between Ayeka and Ryoko, and landing in the woman’s lap.
Nodoka just smiled. Ask and the Gods shall provide! Mihoshi was a GP officer, and a tanned hottie, which should allow her to immediately slip below most people’s radar as a threat.
Now, she just needed a way to get to Nerima quickly, and enact her complicated and devious plan, before her father could stop her with his pleas about Common Sense.
…
… …
SHE SAID SHE NEEDED A—
*WHAM!*
… she needed a quick way to Nerima that didn’t just slam into her head.
“Nyaa~aaaaaahhh!” the Cabbit whined; a large lump on its head from where it had impacted with Nodoka’s own skull.
Looking down at the small felapin, Nodoka grinned. She had an idea. And wonderful idea. An awful idea.
Nodoka had a wonderful, awful idea!
“Father!” Nodoka said as she raised a hand to rub her head. “I believe it’s best to take some time to consider things. Perhaps your blonde friend wouldn’t mind dropping me off in the Nerima district?”
That sentence made the man stiffen. Someone was offering to get Mihoshi OUT of the house. Offering of their free will! The wisdom given by age and senses honed by years of combat were immediately screaming at him that this was a trap of some sort…
“Sure! Go ahead!”
… The Common Sense honed by experiencing prolonged exposure to the blonde couldn’t give two shits.
Smiling, Nodoka stood up, working to keep stable as her eyesight was still a little fuzzy from impact with the cabbit, before dragging both of them out of the house.
Sipping the rest of his tea, Katsuhito tried to enjoy the fact that maybe—just maybe, Nodoka might do what he said.
Of course, Common Sense, now free from possible danger, slept, allowing wisdom to query the literal WTF had just occurred. “Hmm…”
“Is something on your mind, Katsuhito?” Washu asked, having come out to see how much longer before lunch was ready.
“Just wondering what my daughter may be up to.”
Washu nodded to. She had hoped the man’s daughter would stay long enough for some deeper scans … and maybe some space-lithium. “Oh?”
“Yes, she agreed to follow my advice, but left with Mihoshi and Ryo-Ohki.”
“Wait, what!?” came the yell of Ryoko, as she stuck her head into the area, still struggling with the princess. “You let Nodoka … leave with my Ryo-Ohki!”
“And Mihoshi,” he commented. “But I’m sure nothing bad will—”
He was cut off as Ryoko quickly phased, allowing Ayeka to fall through her, and teleported before Washu, lifting the young Goddess up. “Ship, now!”
“Can I get a ‘please, Mama’?” Washu teased.
“How about checking my memories again for what I know of Nodoka?” Ryoko growled.
“Fine,” Washu pouted, before closing her eyes … and opening them wide, as she immediately teleported the rest of the occupants out of the house to an emergency ship she had created.
Thus, in a few minutes, when Seina Yamada arrived to deliver something to his friend, no one was home.
Ranma sighed as he sat in a lotus position on the roof of the Tendo Dojo, considering his life and everything that had happened therein. The training, the rivals, the fiancées, the all-out insanity…
Was this all there truly was? Was he merely a puppet to dance to the strings of fate, to be jerked around and made to dance to an unheard tune?
The man sighed, as he tried to feel within himself and his surroundings. It wasn’t fair … okay, he might be whining, but it really wasn’t! What did he do to deserve all the shit his old man heaped at his feet anyway? Did Kami-sama really hate him that much?
Opening an eye as his senses flared with warning, Ranma looked up and saw a large crystalline rock heading towards him at high speeds—a meteor perhaps?—and he came to one realization.
“Yep. The kami hate me,” he sighed as he braced himself for impact. Usually, it was him dropping down from LEO to hit the stone earth, not the other way around.
“MEOOOOWR!”
... And now the kami were just rubbing it in that they were going to send him to Hell.
“Hello, son!”
Opening one eye, Ranma looked forward, only seeing blue sky. Opening the other, proved it wasn’t a trick of his eyes.
“Son? Ignoring Mommy isn’t manly!”
Wondering if he had been fed some hallucinogens again, he looked down, spotting his mother in the inner courtyard … with a barely-dressed tanned blond, who had a rabbit … something on her shoulder.
Oh Gods! Mom brought a fiancée!
Suddenly, Hell was starting to seem like a good idea.
“Oh wow!” the blonde cooed. “Is this Ranma? He looks like Tenchi … if Tenchi was maybe spliced with some Bruce Lee—I rather liked ‘Enter the Dragon’…” Mihoshi spoke, being tangential as usual. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”
“Er … yeah…” Ranma said slowly as he looked over the ledge of the roof, unsure if he wanted to come down.
Nodoka puffed up with pride as the blonde babbled on about how her son was superior to Achika’s spawn, even if only in looks so far. Already, her son was fiancée-poaching some nice hot booty from his unworthy cousin! He truly was a manly man!
But to be even manlier… “Son! Would you please come down here! This lovely lady and I have things to discuss! Important things! Manly things!”
“… Oh Kami, she’s another fiancée,” the pigtailed martial artist whimpered from his perch. Figured: it had been some time since Ukyo arrived and he was due another blow to his sanity.
And he didn’t mean Ucchan. No, his Old Man had actually engaged him to another Ukyo … the third one so far to find him.
He didn’t see this going any better.
“Kasumi?”
“Yes?” the woman asked, as she worked to prepare a snack for Ranma, Auntie Nodoka, and the newest victim visitor to their home.
“Who is that?” Nabiki asked, having come in the back door—she was certain a dissatisfied client was waiting for her at the front. It looked like her plan to trick Saotome into thinking it was a fiancé his Father had arranged for ‘Ranma-chan’ would have to wait.
“Oh, that’s Mihoshi, she’s a friend of Auntie’s,” Kasumi offered. “According to Auntie, Mihoshi will help Ranma have a great future!”
“Uh huh,” Nabiki muttered, before pulling out her cell phone, and tweeting … on the only Twitter account you had to pay to be a member of.
Frozen Fucker: New fiancée @ home, brought by Big Red. Pic to follow, bets open.
“Oh, very great!” Nodoka cooed happily, as the sisters came out, already in the middle of her conversation. “Why, Mihoshi is a policewoman!”
“Really?” Kasumi asked as she came out of the kitchen, a tray with plates laden with pieces of cake. She placed the tray on the table before the guests before picking up Ryo-Ohki. Kneeling down at the table, she cradled the rabbit-like thing like a newborn and fed it carrot juice from a baby bottle she pulled from her apron. “Oh, that is so exciting.”
Looking out from the kitchen curtain, Nabiki merely twitched. “… A police officer?” she asked slowly. She would have sworn she had every Nerima Policeman on the take under her thumb; she didn’t recognize this bitch at all!
Good Kami-sama! If the tanned blonde was here for Happosai … she might lose out on old pervert’s bounty before it peaked!
“Oh, it is!” Mihoshi cooed as she ‘om-nommed’ a piece of cake that the lovely chestnut-haired woman offered her. “Mmm …you make lovely cake! I didn’t think it was possible but I think this is even better than Sasami’s!”
Twitching erratically, a scowl washed across the pink-eyed blunette’s features. “So gonna stab a bitch…”
“Yeah, Kasumi makes GREAT cake!” Ranam agreed as he tore into his own piece Kasumi had provided him. Ah yes, this was the best kind of cake: one Akane hadn’t had a hand in creating! That was probably the one good thing about her having taken that ‘long weekend’ with Sayuri and Yuka: no need for stomach pumps or worshipping at the porcelain alter!
“So,” Nabiki drawled, sitting near enough to Ranma so she could see any possible paperwork, but far enough away that even Mousse wouldn’t hit her by mistake, “may I ask why a fine officer of the law is interested in Saotome here?” she asked. She needed to know if she needed to open bets on the possibility of Uncle Genma or Ranma being arrested.
“Oh,” Mihoshi stated, somewhat surprised to be addressed … as she had nearly finished off her own plate of snack. “I’m here to … you know, I don’t know,” she said, finishing with a giggle.
Nabiki immediately twitched. To her, the only way this woman could be a police officer is if she was really a great actor … or did so by jumping out of a cake.
“She’s come to discuss about recruiting my manly son,” Nodoka added helpfully, somewhat upset that she was working with such a blank slate. You’d think any officer would jump at the chance to recruit a member of the Jurai Royal Family into GP.
“… I am?” She blinked her eyes as a realization hit her. “WHY! OF COURSE I AM!” She shouted as she stood up, raising her right arm and pointing a finger towards the heavens. After all, whenever her mind went blank, Ryoko or Ayeka would be oh-so helpful to point out what was going on; obviously this Nodoka was doing it too! “Ranma will make a perfect edition to the Galaxy Police!!”
Nodoka twitched. Damn it! She had to go and spoil the surprise, didn’t she? Maybe the others wouldn’t take her too seriously…
Kasumi blinked her eyes once, twice. “Galaxy Police” she whispered in awe, unsure what to make of that. “I’ve heard of Policemen that stuck to a prefecture, but a whole galaxy?”
Nabiki however, considered such a title from another angle. “… It’s a bisexual strip club, isn’t it?”
“A what?” Mihoshi asked, now playing with a glowing cube, which she was somehow twisting.
“No, Nabiki,” Nodoka stated with a forced smile. “It is a much respected police force. Why, I heard they have rate of corruption of only 0.008 percent!” Of course, this might be due to sheer size, but still it was a proud landmark.
“Here we go!” Mihoshi cheered, as the cube somehow produced … a rubber ducky.
“No, let me try that again.”
… A ship anchor.
“One more time!”
… A pokéball.
“Oh dear.”
… A contract for GP.
“Next time!”
“Dear, you got what we needed,” Nodoka blandly stated.
Mihoshi blinked her eyes once, twice, thrice. She looked at what the Saotome Matriarch was holding. “Oh! That’s a contract! That WILL be helpful! But I was thinking about showing them my uniform!” she started twisting her companion cube once more, trying to search for it.
While Nabiki had been curious as to what was within that documentation that looked more like two tubes acting as a partial frame for a sheet of plastic, the middle Tendo’s interest was squarely on that crystalline Rubric Cube of the Damned. That … that woman was using technology to copy the Hidden Weaponsmaster.
Suddenly, Nodoka spouting off that the ‘Galaxy Police’ was a special government branch of police was seemingly more credible.
Deciding to ignore the woman for the moment, Nodoka took the application and moved over to her son. To the gathered Tendo girls, their eyes took on amazement as somehow, the clear Plexiglas separated like a book, and displayed pages, despite the fact it still looked clear on the other side. “As you can see, my son, they offer a wide range of choice, and unlike Disney, you actually have a great chance of getting requested assignments!”
Of course, that would be mainly due to his royal blood, by why spoil the fun.
Nabiki’s eyes went wide. “He gets a signing bonus!?” she asked, visions of fleecing a pigtailed aquasexual, dancing in her head.
“Oh, they have such cute hats!” Kasumi offered. And they dressed up cat-people too! She hoped they had gift shops! She soo~ooo wanted one.
“Yeah they do have nice … hats…” Ranma trailed off as he looked at the picture included. “Mom …why are there cat-people in uniform?”
Smiling cheerily, the woman explained, “Because anyone from any walks of life can join the Galaxy Police!” That included the leonine race of the Wau. Why, last she knew, one of them was in charge of the GXP … nice guy from what she understood, but under a lot of stress.
“… So,” Ranma said slowly as he considered this, “there’s no racism or nothing?”
“Oh, of course there is, Ranma!” the Matriarch told her son. “Everyone’s a bit racist sometimes; doesn’t mean we go committing hate crimes. And with someone to represent some race or species or another, no one has the ability to pull the ‘race card’ in court. It really gets the system moving quite smoothly.”
“AH! I finally found that sandwich!” Mihoshi chirruped as a baloney on rye with a large bite in it appeared, completely having forgot that she was trying to call up her uniform.
“… Although some have tried to claim that there is incompetence and get off on that loophole,” the auburn-haired woman admitted.
“… Huh,” Ranma replied. Well, at least his piss-poor education wouldn’t be an issue. And everything else seemed good, weekly pay was well beyond anything the Old Ghoul offered him at the Nekohanten. And they even had a bonus to pay for college!
Granted, he didn’t think he needed college, but that one guidance counselor at school had said he would … before said man had been committed.
If anything, that proved the man knew what he was talking about! Sane, good, teachers didn’t survive within Furinkan.
And if he was a cop, maybe he could take the time, figure out his life, maybe … maybe even set forth his own future…
“One moment, Great-Grandmother, Shampoo receiving tweet about Airen.”
Chuckling, Cologne looked as her great-granddaughter received the newest bit of info about Son-in-Law’s chaotic life. Ah, to be young again…
Wait, forget that! To be old and watch the young people provide her entertainment like the dancing marionettes they were!
“Shampoo must go, Great-Grandmother,” said Amazon growled. “Shampoo must kill tanned outsider who tries to be bigger in the chest to tempt Airen!”
Cologne grabbed her trusty cane. The customers knew how to lock-up and pay … or knew what happened if they didn’t.”
“What the hell!?” Ukyo snarled as she looked over her cell phone. “What does she mean there’s a ‘Double-D Danger’!?”
Looking up from the plates he was collecting from the now empty table, Konatsu looked over his shoulder. “Is something wrong, Ukyo-sama?” the shinobi that looked much more like a kunoichi curiously inquired
Placing her phone down on the counter, the brunette reached behind her and began to untie her apron. “Of course something’s wrong! Ranma’s mother has brought over another fiancée!”
“Oh dear!” the boy sighed as he placed his hand over his mouth in a scandalized fashion. “Another one?”
“ANOTHER ONE!” the woman growled as she walked around the grill. “Keep an eye on the business for me, Konatsu! Mama’s gonna spank some blonde bitch!”
Waving at the direction of the parting Okonomiyaki Chef, the ponytailed brunette called after his friend, “Have fun!”
“OH~HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!” a lean, black-tressed gymnast cackled as she roof-hopped along the district, long red ribbon twirling behind her amidst a storm of black rose petals.
In her other hand, she was already tweeting under ‘Twisted Sister’ that she was going for a ‘pony ride’.
“RANMA NO BAKA!!!”
“Wow … your cell gets some REALLY good reception, Akane,” Sayuri replied with awe. “Mine lost its connection once we went up past the mountain base.”
“Where do I sign?” Ranma asked quickly, feeling as if Death and its entire family reunion had not only gone up his spine, but set up the dance floor on his grave.
“Right here and place your thumb print right there!” Nodoka stated with excitement. Yes! Her manly son would be a space cop, going where nothing boring had been before, exploring strange new suspects, seeking out intelligent sources and ‘drilling’ them for info!
Before his thumb could land on the paper, a dainty claw talon unholy hand of the abyss hand grabbed his.
“Saotome,” Nabiki muttered, “before you sign that, I have one thing to ask you.”
“What?” he asked, feeling as if the party of Death was cueing up the Chicken Dance.
“Can I offer you an account for them to set up direct deposit?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh no, not to worry! The GXP will help him with that,” Mihoshi spoke up, waving the middle Tendo off. After all, it’s not like he’d have much chance to return to earth until he had a couple of years experience under his belt so it was best to have an account he could access from anywhere. “In fact, I’m pretty sure he’ll get a device to activate it right at his fingertips!”
“Yes, that would be best,” Nodoka said in agreement. She seriously doubted the Galaxy Police would pay in Japanese Yen … which meant her son would merely have to use his Standard Interstellar Credits to buy some precious metals on the cheap before returning home where they were considerably rarer, and therefore get a far larger bang for his buck.
Of course, that was semi-illegal, but he had a lot more of a ‘grey’ area as a Royal.
As Nabiki sulked at bilking Ranma out of his paycheck, no one but Ranma noticed the blinking light of his thumb print.
Also, he wondered why he didn’t feel any safer, or why Death was now doing the Electric Slide.
Duuuu-dum!
“Oh look,” Kasumi spoke, “they’re showing Jaws on Channel 5!”
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