Saiyajin Nibunnoichi



(V. 2.0)



Disclaimer:  Ranma Nibunnoichi is owned by Rumiko Takahashi.  Dragon Ball is owned by Akira Toriyama.  I own only the plot, but it's not making me any more dough than the rest.



Chapter 6:



	Saotome Ranma rocketed northeast from Joketsuzoku and toward Nerima, Tokyo.  Tokyo had once been a simple town to the south of East Capital, but, after that city had been destroyed, it became the eastern capital of the world itself.



	The pigtailed martial artist dug around in his pockets for a moment and pulled out a tiny green seed.  Torankusu had said it would heal his wounds quickly and that was something that was needed.



	Happosai wouldn't be easy to take down even with the young man's new found fighting abilities.



	Ranma popped the senzu in his mouth and swallowed.  Instantly he began to feel the effects.  "Alright.  It's time to show them what I can really do."



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	In her sparsely decorated room, Shanpu wept silently.  She had had hope that Ranma would see how much he had missed out on in divorcing her and thus come running for another chance with her.  Instead, he had simply said:  "By the way, Shanpu, it was nice to see you again.  You're alright when you aren't tryin' to grope me."



	The young woman was so engrossed in her lamentations that she was startled by a gentle nudge on her shoulder.



	"Sh... Shanpu?"  The gravelly voice inquired hesitantly.



	The Joketsuzoku woman quickly dragged her arms across her face before turning to look at the intruder.  "What do you want?"



	Torankusu inclined his head in embarrassment.  "I... thought you might want to... you know... talk to someone.  I heard you crying and..."



	"And what makes you think I want to have anything to do with you?!"  Shanpu squeaked bitterly as two more tears escaped down her red cheeks.  "If it hadn't been for you, Ranma might... we could have..."



	The young half Chikyuujin looked deeply into her eyes, regaining his confidence.  "You could have what?  Run away with him?  Get remarried?  Shanpu... I'm pretty good at reading a person's emotions, especially in battle, and he feels nothing but physical attraction and maybe some fondness for your company, but nothing more."  He paused and inhaled deeply.  "You just have to face it.  You aren't bound by law anymore.  There's no reason to start crying about it!"



	Shanpu's ice blue eyes bored deeply into Torankusu's own sky blue eyes for a long moment.  They bubbled up swiftly again and their owner collapsed, sobbing, into the violet haired young man's torso.



	The Saiyajin looked at the crumpled up human being in his arms with bewilderment.  <Aa!  I only meant to make her stop crying, but now she's crying more than ever!>  However, he then glanced quickly around and settled to the floor with the girl; holding her tightly in his grasp.



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	Akane smashed her fist through yet another set of bricks.  She had been working out quite a bit more during the past month.  It had mostly to do with Ranma's leaving, of course, but she simply explained that she was had been slacking off too much and had to stay in shape.



	When the short haired young woman felt the familiar ki, then, she immediately dropped what she had been doing and proceeded to the front yard.



	The young Saotome landed a moment later and raised his arm in greeting.  "Oi, Akane!  I didn't expect a welcoming committee."



	"You can hardly call me a committee, baka."  She retorted playfully.



	"Heh.  With that body of yours, one might!"



	Akane simply kicked him in the face and they left it at that.



	The other members of the Tendo household, Soun, Nabiki, and Genma, were quick to join them.  They ushered the young man into the house and assaulted him with all varieties of questions concerning his trip.



	"So, Ranma kun, did Bejiita san teach you any new tricks?"  The patriarch of the household, Tendo Soun, queried.



	Nabiki chipped in.  "Do they really have an entire spa installed in their home?"



	"Do you think you can beat Happosai?!" was Genma's desperate sounding question.



	Ranma's eyes narrowed.  "By the way, where is the old lecher?  I still have some... loose ends to tie up with him."



	The others were mildly shocked with the pigtailed martial artist's sudden subtle change in vernacular, but Nabiki was quick to answer.  "I think he's on one of his panty raids, but he should be coming around soon..."



	As if on cue, Happosai burst into the living room.  "Gyeh, heh, heh, heh!  What a haul.  You should see some of the... Ranma?  So you're back, eh?  Here I thought you'd just run off to hide."



	The young Saotome rose slowly from his kneeling position.  "Iie, Happosai san.  I have been training so I could best you in combat."



	The gnomish man guffawed.  "You... best me?!  That's a laugh."  He tossed the bag aside and assumed a fighting stance.  "Let me show you!"



	To Ranma the old martial arts master seemed to move in slow motion.  He was easily able to weave around the other's attacks and saw the opening like it was a beacon.  He struck hard and fast, focusing his power on as small an area as possible.



	Happosai felt as if he had been hammered by a steel girder.  His insides protested with such gusto that he was afraid he would soil his outfit.  When he finally did regain his balance, he stared at his nominal pupil with a glint of fear in his eyes.  "It seems I underestimated you."



	Ranma smirked.  "That's a big mistake.  You should never insult your opponent like that.  Especially one who's been trained by Bejiita."



	"Bejiita.  Now I see.  He was the only man I ever met who ever came that close to beating me, besides some of my own masters.  I remember how Genma begged that fool to defend him against my wrath, but in the end I was the victor."  The wrinkled gnome gloated.



	"But, sensei, I thought it ended in a draw!"  The panda-man quickly groveled upon seeing his master glare.  "Of course, I could be wrong!"



	"Bejiita sensei has gotten a lot stronger since you last saw him and, as you can see, so have I."  The more courageous of the two Saotomes declared.



	"Feh!  Do you think I haven't?  Unlike some old geezer so-called martial artists, I haven't been so callous as to stop improving over the years."  The old man shot back.  "Just try me, but I won't go easy on you any more!"



	Ranma was stunned when the other uppercut him through the second story floor and roof both.  He regained his senses swiftly, though, and began to focus his ki.  "I'm ready, old man!"



	A small blur sped toward the pigtailed martial artist and began to weave through his defenses.  <Damn, he's fast.  How could he get this much stronger in such a short amount of time, even if he's been trained by that gaijin?>



	Ranma, becoming bored with blocking and dodging, decided to press the offensive.  He drew his right hand back to his waist for a moment to focus his ki while he continued defending with his left.  Exhaling a sharp "Ki-aa," he twisted his body around and landed a focused punch on the short pervert's throat.



	Happosai gagged and coughed while frantically attempting to refocus his ki, but he was rudely interrupted by a sharp blow to one of the more vulnerable points on his back.  He recovered quickly, though, once he hit the ground.  "Urgh.  Maybe we should take this elsewhere."



	"Hey, where're you going, you coward?!" the pigtailed martial artist shouted.  He shot after the gnome, following him several kilometers before putting on a burst of speed; cutting him off.  "This is far enough.  We're at the city limits..."



	The old goat snorted.  "Very well, then."  He lifted his arm to the young man.  "Take this:  Haidora Ha!!!"  A ball of supercharged air shot forth toward Ranma.



	The younger martial artist smirked.  "You're joking..."  He shot an intercepting blast.  When the spheres connected, however, Ranma quickly changed his tune.  "You're not joking..."  For the single sphere had absorbed his own blast and split to make two. 



	"Gyeh heh heh!  The Haidora Ha is like the legendary Hydra.  Cut off one head and two more grow in its place!"  The old martial arts master gloated.



	Ranma dodged the two attacks deftly.  "So much for that move."  His smug look quickly faded as he noticed them coming back at him.



	"Oh, did I mention?  They're also guided attacks!"  The small lecher laughed.



	Ranma scowled and batted the two balls away, gawking as they became four.  <I guess they can absorb the ki straight from my physical defenses.>  He concentrated and tried to throw several large objects in the air globes' paths with his ki.  Upon hitting them the balls became eight.



	Happosai completely cracked up as his so-called student cursed his ineffectiveness.



	The pigtailed man totally lost his cool when he heard the wretched chortling of the pervert.  He leaped behind the old man before he could blink and grabbed him by the nape of his neck.  "Alright, now you can taste what you dished out!"  He smirked as he saw the missiles homing right in on the hentai.



	"Oh no, I'm done for."  Happosai squealed.  Then:  "Not!"  The spheres of air flowed right past him without doing a hint of damage.  "I must not have told you that the Haidora Ha will pass through its caster!"



	Ranma grunted as the eight attacks pummeled him.



	"Don't forget the ones that were produced by the force of your ki when you flew at me."



	The young man's grunt turned into a downright groan of pain as the remaining eight of sixteen crashed into his body.



	"Well, I doubt he can get up after that."  Happosai's smug look quickly faded into one of surprise as he witnessed the pigtailed martial artist rising to his feet.  "Wow... I guess he had more stamina than I thought.  Oh, well."  He raised his arm again.  "Haidora Ha!"



	Ranma charged the blast and took it head on.  He kept moving toward the old man with fierce intensity.  He was hit again and again by his frantic opponent up until the very moment he reached him.  He attacked with brutal force.



	Happosai's head rang from the force of the punches and kicks.  "I... I've had enough."  He cupped his hands in front of him and took all the air that he could in; forming it with all the power his ki could muster.  He released the blast point blank.



	Ranma felt the hot intensity of the air pushing at him, tearing his clothes.  The young man, however, did not budge.  "Well, old man," he said as the blast died down.  "Looks like your age is beginning to show."  He smirked.  "I didn't even feel it."



	"Oh?!"  The pervert inquired, his ire rising steadily.  "Well... perhaps you'll feel this.  Happo Go En Satsu!"  He held up a go en coin and instantly felt a surge of power as he sucked in the other's life force.



	"I... I thought only Hinako sensei could do that..."



	"Feh!  At first, yes.  But since I knew the pressure points, did you think I could not... persuade someone to use them on me?"  Happosai grinned.  "That's not the end of it, though.  I've been trying to perfect this for years since I first saw something like it almost 21 years ago."



	Ranma growled.  "Alright.  You just try it.  I have to know if I can beat even your best technique."



	The old lecher raised his hands in the air, closed his eyes, and began to chant.  "Bras, bloomers, assorted ladies' undergarments:  lend me your strength."



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	"Huh?  Bejiita.  My boobs are glowing and... Bura!  Is that my bra you're wearing under there?!"



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	"Wow.  Shanpu, I didn't know you had glow in the dark undies."



				* * *



	"Okay, first Ranma showing up and picking a fight with Happosai and now this?  Imouto, I think you're going to have to be the eldest daughter in this household from now on."



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	"Ranjerii Dama!"  The old freak shouted as a sphere of energized air popped up above him.  "Now you'll see my true power!!!"



	Ranma knew from the moment the ball hit him that he was in over his head.  His heels dug into the dirt and his arms strained and numbed at the force.  He was about to give in to Happosai's superiority when he felt something.



	Two small pebbles of energy had popped out of the larger ball and were currently reinforcing his hands.  Upon close examination their ki patterns were similar to...



	"Kaasan and Ukyou?!"  The bewildered man quickly noticed other reinforcements emerging.  "Nabiki... Buruma san... Shanpu... Kasumi... and..."  Ranma's heart swelled as he sensed the next ki leaping to his aid.  "Akane."  Ranma felt new power flow through him as his confidence began to rise.  "You've reminded me, Akane, of why I started this fight.

Now my purpose seems a little more plausible."  He focused his power.  "Now take this:  Perfect Mouko Takabisha!"



	Happosai's eyes bugged as he saw the stream of air break through his Ranjerii Dama.  "Masaka!!!"  He pushed the ball with all his will, but the rest of his own attack joined in the assault against him and he was shoved back hard, his head whiplashing, off into the atmosphere.



	Ranma's ki died down.  "Well I did it.  I can't be sure if he survived, but if he did, I know I can just beat him again."  He turned and walked off towards home.



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	Akane gazed at her fiancée sympathetically.  She knew how much Ukyou meant to him and, though she was no longer the same kind of "friend" she had been before Ranma knew she was female, it had to be hard letting down his friend.



	The young man sighed as he stood at the doorway of "Ucchan's."  It had been a day since he had beaten the old lech, and now he had to deal with his true test:  dumping his fiancée.



	Ukyou looked up and smiled as she saw her favorite customer enter.  Her smile faded slightly when she saw Akane.  The cook was well aware, of course, that Ranma and Akane loved each other, but she had always hoped the martial artist would realize his error and keep his honor.



	"Ya, Ucchan.  I... gotta talk to you."



	"Hai, Ran chan?"  The spatula wielding woman asked hesitantly.



	"Umm... it's about our engagement.  You see... I... can't."



	"Can't?"



	"Can't."



	Ukyou glared at him.  "But you have to.  You don't know what's riding on this."



	"Ukyou, I know you've got your honor.  I can appreciate that, but... well, how about I let you beat me up?"  He offered.



	The sweat drops began to form on the black clad girl's forehead.  "You don't understand!"  She quickly reigned in her excitement.  "You don't understand, Ranma.  We have to get married now.  There's no other way at this point.  You see..."



	"Nani?"



	"Tousan is coming to visit!  And I told him we were getting married in two months."



	"NANI?!!!"  Ranma and Akane had to take a moment to recover from that one.  When they finally returned to their feet, Ranma took the initiative.  "Why in Jugoku would you go and say a thing like that?!"



	Kuonji Ukyou blushed.  "Well, I didn't think he'd actually come.  And... I didn't want him to think I wasn't restoring our honor.  I've been telling him stories about my... 'triumphs' with you for two years, so there wasn't much else I could say without him getting suspicious."



	Akane frowned and mentally counted to ten.  Anger management had been a skill she had been slowly perfecting since she met Ranma and it was definitely needed in this case.  "Kuonji san.  I'd just like to know what you expect us to do about it."



	"Well, Ranma will have to marry me."  Ukyou shot him a dark look.  "Unless you want to deliberately dishonor me and my family."



	Akane raised her voice to just a few decibels below an outright yell.  "Listen here, Ukyou!  I am not going to have you entrap Ranma like that.  My family's honor is on the line too, you know.  And Saotome san had already made the arrangements for our engagement when he made that promise."



	Ranma simply looked on in helplessness.  He felt proud that the youngest Tendo girl was sticking up for him, but on the other hand it was rather embarrassing to have his love life taken over like this.  <Again...>



	Before the pigtailed young man could say anything, the ground underneath him exploded and a dark form hurled him into the air.



	Ryouga took in his surroundings.  "Ukyou... I didn't realize you moved your restaurant to Mt. Paozu..."  He glanced at the two other occupants of the room.  "Aa.  I see.  I guess I got a little turned around in there."



	The other martial artist grumbled something about "buta no baka" under his breath.  "Hey Ryouga.  We're kind of in the middle of something, so why don't you get lost... again."



	"Kisama..."  Ryouga began before being cut off by the spatula wielding girl.



	"Hey, I won't have any fights in my restaurant.  Especially when Tousan is about to visit."



	Akane glanced pensively at the doorway.  "Say, Ukyou, when is he going to arrive, anyway?'



	"Konnichi wa!"  A gruff voice called out, followed by the sight of an equally gruff looking bearded man.



	Ukyou quickly assumed an overly feminine stance.  "Touchan!  I didn't expect you until tomorrow."



	The gruff man who had just entered strolled over while laughing casually.  "Well, I decided to surprise you.  I wanted to check out the husband-to-be before he had a chance to put on a false face, too."  He stopped when he heard a crunch from underneath him.  "Well, what are you two kids doing on the floor like that?  Aa, I think I understand, but

don't get carried away."



	Ranma stood up, also lending an arm to Akane.  He cracked his newly sore back before speaking.  "Oi, look.  About Ucchan's engagement..."



	Kuonji san had already moved over to Ukyou and Ryouga.  "Well, Ukyou, I see you've made a fine choice... a fine choice in this..."  He stared hard at Ryouga, as if trying to recall something.



	Hibiki flushed.  "Err, no, sir.  Listen, I'm Hibiki Ryouga and I'm not..."



	"In this Hibiki Ryouga!"  The gruff man continued.  "Yes, he looks just as strong as I though he'd be when he was a boy.  Losing the ponytail was a nice touch, too.  It made you look almost as feminine as that boy with the pigtail."



	Ryouga couldn't help but look smugly at Ranma.  "Yes, well.  I guess I must have been going through some... confusion at that time."



	"Understandable.  Ukyou chan went through a similar thing when you left.  I'm just glad you dumped that... that butch girl and that prostitute.  Akari and Shippo?"



	Ryouga looked uncomfortable at the mention of Akari even though he knew it was just a mix-up on the old man's part.  "Uhh... actually, I should tell you..."



	"Ryou kun here is just SO in love with Ucchan, you know."  Ranma butt in.  "They've been inseparable for months!"



	The gruff man stared at the pigtailed young man.  "Oh, right.  Who are you again?"



	Ukyou grabbed her father's arm.  "Uh, that's Ranma, Otouchan, but why don't I show you to your room, now?"



	An uncomfortable silence permeated the air after the two left.  It was broken by Ryouga's soft voice.  "Ranma... I'm not sure exactly what you've gotten me into, but I know I'm going to want to kill you when I figure it out."



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	"Ptui, ptui!  Damned old lady!  Why don't you watch it!"



	Shanpu kicked the now-damp child.  "Don't be rude!  Ms. Jeru didn't see you."



	Torankusu snorted.  "Whatever."



	"By the way..."  Shanpu's voice took on a suspicious tone.  "You never did say exactly how you got your curse.  I know you got it while you were still a child, but..."



	"You're not gonna let up on it are you?"  The boy had been dodging the question since his first night there.  "Alright.  I was three and Dad took me here to visit someone.  Your mom, I think.  Anyway, someone got me mad, so I fought 'em at Jusenkyo."



	"Who?"



	"Just some girl who was talking smack.  I was three, so I can't really remember.  I beat her, though, but lost my balance and fell into the Xiaochiniichuan."  He answered.



	The warrior woman looked speculative.  "And she was from Joketsuzoku.  I wonder who the girl is, now."  She blanched suddenly.  "Wait.  If she was a Joketsuzoku girl, she has to marry you!"



	"E?!"  The boy stopped in his tracks.  They weren't very far from Shanpu's house now, but he didn't really feel like taking the effort to get comfortable.  "Oh, no.  This isn't cool!  But can girls really have to marry so young?"



	The raven haired girl nodded.  "And marriage by battle supercedes marriage by contract.  If she gave you the kiss of marriage, which any young girl worth her salt would have, then you are..."  Her face contorted into an odd expression.  "You can't marry me."



	Torankusu was speechless.  Somehow, he had imagined that such news would bring him joy, even if he was now married to some girl who he didn't even know how to find, but he just felt kind of... empty.



	The boy's internal contemplation was interrupted, however, by a shout from above.  "Nihuu, Torankusu!"  It said in really bad Chinese.



	"Goten no yarou..."  The cursed one muttered.  His father was raised in southern China and he even lived pretty close and yet he still couldn't speak the language.  "Oi!  I don't have time for you, Goten kun."



	The black haired Saiyajin reverted back to Nihongo.  "Aw, c'mon.  I have to talk to you, man."



	"Nani?"  The other asked wearily.



	"Does it feel weird when your balls drop so fast?"  The young man was quickly rewarded with a kick to the head.  "Gomen, gomen!  I really meant to ask if I could borrow some money.  A few hundred maybe?"



	"Goten, what makes you think I would lend you any more money?  You take over half my allowance as it is.  Besides, it's in my bank account right now and you don't see any ATMs around, do you?"  The boy responded.



	Goten pouted.  "But I really need it.  And you owe me, besides."



	"Look, how about this?  I'll fight you for it.  If you win, I'll give you my account number, but if you lose, you can't hit me up for money anymore."  Torankusu negotiated.



	"But you always win when we spar."  The moocher complained.



	"How about if I don't use my left arm?  Not even to defend this time."



	"Well... alright, but if you use it, I'll win by default, okay?"



	"Okay."



	Shanpu watched the verbal exchange with confusion.  She understood Nihongo just fine, of course, but she was beginning to think she might have missed something.  "You... you're going to fight him with your right arm only?  For a number?"



	"Yeah."  Torankusu responded irritably.  "Now let's get on with it, I need to let off some steam."  He settled into a ready position.



	"But what about..."  The woman started before being cut off with a gesture from the violet coiffed boy.  "Well, fine, never mind, then."



	The two sped toward each other with blinding speed, each reaching their fist out to meet the other.  This is when Torankusu quickly realized what his fiancée (?) had been trying to tell him.



	"Owowowow!"  The young boy squealed as he fell back from the other's impact.  "I forgot I still need hot water.  Shanpu!"



	"I don't see why I should help you after your rudeness."  The young woman said huffily, but she nonetheless went to retrieve the desired item.



	Goten charged at his sparring partner.  "Don't expect me to wait just because you're a kid right now, Torankusu kun!"  He shot his fists out to meet the other, but the purple haired boy had been prepared for him this time, so he didn't quite hit the mark.



	Shanpu rushed out of her house with a kettle.  "You're lucky Great Grandmother was making tea."  She paused, wondering how she could get the hot water to the boy within the blur of fighting.



	Torankusu solved the young woman's problem by landing a ki enforced punch to Goten's gut and flipping out of the way.



	"Here!"  The joketsu shouted while tossing the kettle.



	The violet haired child intercepted the hot water; quickly becoming the violet haired man again.  "Alright, now I'm ready."



	The black haired Saiyajin fumed.  "Shimatta!  And I had you on the ropes, too.  Oh, well."  He began to focus his ki, stirring the air around him.



	The other Saiyajin charged his friend again, brandishing his right arm, but he surprised his partner by executing an inside crescent kick to his side.  He then extended his aforementioned appendage and let loose a forceful stream of air.



	Goten yelled with pain, but recovered himself with a rolling technique.  "That wasn't nice!"  He rocketed towards his opponent while erecting a powerful shield around himself.



	Torankusu's own barrier blocked the super-fast attack, but he soon lost ground as the other was surrounded with a golden glow.  "Aa, iie!  You can't do that!"  But he was floored, despite his objections.



	A dazed Shanpu stared at the now golden haired warrior.  "Wow..."



	Goten glanced up to catch the young woman's eye.  "Aa, you like what you see?  Ha, ha.  I gotta say, I do look cool as a blond."



	"Oi, what do you think you're doin', flirting with my fiancée?"



	The Joketsuzoku looked at the blue eyed young man.  "What do you mean fiancée?  You're married to another girl, aren't you?"



	Torankusu flinched.  "That's different..."



	"No matter, I'm gonna finish you off, now!"  The golden haired fighter exclaimed.  He moved too fast for his opponent to see him and delivered a dizzying barrage of punches.  "Come on, why aren't you fighting back?!"



	The purple haired martial artist caught his own descending form with his right arm.  "Alright... fine, I guess I might as well."  His violet locks stood on end and started to glow.  His already healthy muscles began to strain and bulge.  He stood up and faced Goten,

revealing his piercing green eyes.



	Goten grinned.  "Alright..."  He was cut off however, when his foe delivered a hammering blow to the gut.  "Hurk!  Th-that wasn't fair..."  He staggered momentarily before regaining balance.



	The other Super Saiyajin smirked.  "No kidding?"  He then dropped his stance and gestured for the other to come at him.



	The second son of Son Gokuu complied with a mad charge, but he was quickly disoriented when he found himself spinning in midair.  "Huh?  Torankusu kun?  Where'd you go?"



	"Right here!"  The other fighter replied as he wrapped his arms around Goten's and pinned said martial artist's legs with his own.  "Remember when you got out of a technique like this during that tournament ten years ago?  Well, unless you can do Chou Super Saiyajin Da, you can forget it."



	Goten growled and fought the other's grip to no avail.  He didn't want to give up, but he could see no way to win... unless...



	Torankusu felt the blond warrior in his grip begin to move using his ki, so he quickly exerted his own to counteract it.  "Come on, Son kun.  That might work on another fighter, but not on me.  I know you too well."



	"Mukatsuku!"  The fighter reverted back to his normal state.  "Fine... I... g-g-give... UP!"  The young man looked as if he would burst into tears.



	The other Super Saiyajin released his friend and reverted back to his own blue eyed, purple haired state.  "Well, then.  It looks like I'll get to keep my money from now on."  He grinned smugly.



	"Wait a minute."  The other interrupted, smiling also.  "You used your left arm to hold me, so you forfeit your account number."



	Torankusu's face fell, and then he scowled fiercely.  "Chikusho!  Fine."  He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, grabbed Goten's proffered pen, and scribbled a number down.  "Here!  Just take it."



	"Aa!  Domo Arigatou, Torankusu!"  The other shouted cheerfully as he took the paper and flew away.



	The violet coiffed young man drifted back to the ground.  "I shouldn't have let my emotions get in the way.  If he hadn't gotten me so angry..."



	"Angry about what?"  A beautiful soprano voice asked behind him.



	The young man winced.  "Urr, nothin'..."



	"Hmm."  An ancient voice mused.  "This wouldn't be about all that flirting done to your wife, would it?"



	Torankusu turned to look at the old hag.  "She's not my wife."



	The aged woman chuckled.  "Yes, she is.  I overheard your conversation and now it makes sense.  Shanpu came home after your father had left from visiting her mother, and told us that she had met a powerful young fighter who had beaten her at Jusenkyo and made her his wife."



	"Nani?"  The two asked timidly.



	"We thought it was just her imagination, though she had insisted, but from what you've said, it seems she spoke the truth.  You were that boy."  The elder concluded.



	Torankusu's jaw dropped.  "No... way.  I thought we were just engaged, but now you say we're already married?"



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	Ukyou no chichi laughed heartily.  "Well, daughter.  That's quite an interesting tale!"



	Ryouga sighed.  He had agreed to pose as Ukyou's fiancé until her father left, but this single day seemed to stretch into an eternity.  "Hai.  That was a fun time."



	The young woman began to pick up the dishes.  "Well, if you're all done here, I'll just go wash the dishes."



	Ryouga stood up, too.  "Say, why don't I HELP you with that?"  He stalked into the kitchen behind her.  "Kuonji san.  D'you have any idea when he's going to leave?"



	"He shouldn't stay for more than a week.  I know his own restaurant means a lot to him, so he wouldn't want to be here too long.  And don't call me 'Kuonji san.'  We're posing as a couple, so at least call me by my given name."



	Her father suddenly burst through the door.  "You know what?  I think that I'll stay until you two get married!"



	"Nani?!"



	"Well, I heard you two whispering in here and it reminded me of when I was courting Ukyou chan's mother.  I know that I was just crushed when my father didn't show, so I'd like to spare you that."  The older man replied.



	Ukyou and Ryouga simply looked at each other... and fainted.



to be continued...



	Hey, Saotome Ranma here, and next time on Saiyajin 1/2, Ryouga runs off with Goten after Ukyou gets a little too nosey about his relationship with Akari.



	And don't forget.  You've got a rematch with me coming, Torankusu, and I've got some new techniques to boot.  So do you?  Well, we'll see who will win (and if they're even all that sane).  See you there?