He had no problem with the first part but wasn't happy with the second part at all.
Apparently his father had gotten something else terribly wrong again because he'd just gotten his butt kicked and now he had all these girls hanging around him, untying him, and cuddling up against him.
"He's just so cuuuuute," declared one girl as she hugged him.
"Ugh, cooties," was Ranma's typical five year old impression.
"We can't have that," declared another. "I'll use my Heal technique!"
Ranma blinked as he was hit by the attack, realizing that this was a martial arts secret technique and he didn't know it (he was wrong but then again he didn't know what he was dealing with) and vowing "I've got to learn how to do that!"
They were:
_Ami the cute Nerdette
_Minako the affectionate Kitten
_Usagi the clumsy Megami
_Rei the passionate Firebrand
_Makoto the tall Dryad
_Hotaru the shy Angel
_Michiru the elegant Siren
_Haruka the fiesty Cheetaun
_Setsuna the dignified Princess
Together they were the (ta-da!) Sailor Pets! Yes, the Sailor Pets! Proud warriors of snuggling, cuteness, and justice! Strange visitors from another planet with powers and abilities beyond normal man! Whom, in their guise as pet pokegirls of Ranma Saotome, carry on the struggle for truth, justice, and group cuddling!
Ranma stared at all the signs proclaiming their mission. "Wow. All that? So you're my pets?"
Lots of nods.
"And you're superheroes like Gatchaman?" pressed little Ranma.
"That's right! Just cuter!" said Usagi, having no idea who Gatchaman was.
Ranma nodded. "Okay."
"Ya wanna go play?" said the chibi Makoto.
"Sure!" Ranma exclaimed. "As long as its training. Pops always saying I can't do nothing unless its training."
"We can do that!" enthused Minako.
Genma slowly made his way back to where Ranma was supposed to be training when a stray fireball exploded against a nearby concrete pipe.
Genma reconsidered his original strategy of charging onto the scene, yelling and carrying on. Instead he peeked his head over the concrete pipe and looked to see what was going on.
There was his son, dodging attacks from some furry girl with a long tail. There was his son learning fighting techniques with girls who could produce fire, lightning, blasts of white light, and...
Genma was satisfied. His son was training in exotic techniques. This was permissable. He'd just break it all up later.
A month later, though:
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