Time is a fickle thing.
While the change in time had resulted in Shampoo locating Ranma earlier, one girl hadn't been so lucky.
No, Ukyo Kuonji had not had a good run of it. Having never been able to catch up to Ranma in Nerima, Ukyou had continued to track the accursed martial artist and his idiot of a father over the ends of the earth, driven by family honor to seek her vengeance.
How long ago had she put aside her femininity? How many years had been spent chasing him?
But tonight, yes tonight. Tonight she had finally succeeded in catching up with that weasel of a thieving fiancee. She had snuck into the costume party to get a better fix on her prey, to wait for him to drop his guard, then strike while the iron was hot!
Unfortunately, sneaking into the costume party had required wearing a costume.
"Gifted with the power of the cosmos, I shall reap vengeance upon the forces of evil and cheating fiancees alike! Ranma Saotome, your time has come!"
Everybody turned and stared at the fuku-clad brunette who was posing and waving her glowing spatula threateningly at said martial-artist/super-spy.
Ukyo had taken the gala as an excuse to wear feminine clothing again, reasoning that since it was a costume party, she wouldn't be in violation of her father's pact. Besides, if she was going to confront Saotome again, then she was going to make sure that he damn well knew what he had missed out on before she killed him. She had chosen the sailor fuku largely because everyone else was wearing them and she'd hoped it'd help her blend in.
The fact that it flattered her figure hadn't hurt either.
But then the attack had come, quickly followed by her transformation. Not that it mattered much, in the end. After all, Ukyo was still Ukyo. She may have been a defender of love, truth, and justice, but she was a defender of love, truth, and justice on the edge! And with the majority of the party guests having been escorted outside only moments earlier, she knew that the time to strike was at hand!
"Who are you?" Ranma asked coolly as his Mahou Mahoromatic Senshi took up defensive positions around him. That's right, 007 was too cool to use contractions.
Ukyo seethed. How DARE he not remember her! Sure, she had her disguise field up, but still! Ohh, he was going to get such a beating.
"Ranma Saotome!" Ukyo's voice rang out, her body contorting into an impressive pose that even the most experienced yoga master wouldn't attempt, "I am Sailor Platinum Magic Star, and in the name of my star, I shall punish you!"
Ranma blinked once, then twice, then three times.
"What?!" Ukyo screamed, stomping her foot and glaring around the room as muted snickers began to rise from the gathered crowd.
"Wait," Nabiki gasped, unsuccesfully trying to hold back a full-bodied laugh, "let me get this straight. You're...*snicker*...Sailor PMS?!"
Ukyo flushed beet red and turned away in embarassment as the throng erupted in laughter.
"Oh dear," Kasumi said, the corners of her downturned lips twitching badly.
"Somehow, I think this is going to hurt our image," Naru put in dryly, drawing a nod from her tuxedoed companion.
As the laughter slowly died down (very slowly), Ukyo succeeded in regaining control of herself and turned once again to face Ranma.
"That doesn't matter," she grumbled a bit sullenly, "you ruined my life! You must be punished!"
The crowd reeled back in shock as:
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