Gary Kleppe wrote: 

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        Here's part 1 of a new series. This has not been pre-read;
please C&C generously, preferably to the FFML.

Prologue

        Once upon a time, a vast kingdom existed. Its lands stretched
over enormous distances, bounded by desert and mountains and ocean. An
old and wise monarch ruled with justice and fairness, and was beloved by
all the people, or so say the legends.

Arabia BEFROE it became a desert, right?

        The djinn, or genies, were the bane of the kingdom. They flitted
about from place to place, causing terrible chaos and mischief with
their magics. So great was their power that none could stand against it.

        The monarch of the land saw what the djinn were doing, and knew
that they had to be stopped. One by one, the genies were captured and
imprisoned so that they could cause no further harm and disruption to
mankind.

OBOY.  Meaning Ranma might be running into some of his 'kin' at some
point. 

        However, one djinn managed to escape every trap set for it.
Magic lamps, bottles, rings -- none of them could hold this genie. The
monarch assembled the finest scholars who could be found and asked what
could be done, how the kingdom could be rid of this troublesome spirit.
They had no answer.

It's Coyote the Trickster :)

        In desperation, the monarch traveled to the mountains, where the
most knowledgeable sage in the kingdom was said to live. The monarch
found the sage and asked what could be tried to contain the djinn that
the most powerful devices in the land had failed to hold.

        "Well," said the sage, "there might just be ONE thing...."

                            I DREAM OF RANMA

             Ranma 1/2 Alternate Universe Manga Fanfiction
                             by Gary Kleppe

                               Episode 1:
                  When You Wish Upon a Martial Artist

        Once upon a much later time, a kingdom of sorts existed called
the Tendo Dojo. Its ruler was not really all that wise, but had a good
heart and generally meant well. He had three daughters, the youngest 
of
whom was named Akane.

        "I'm Akane." She smiled at the smaller girl. "You want to be
friends?"

        The other girl -- Ranma, she'd said her name was -- nodded, with
gratitude in her eyes. She stood, and followed Akane into the practice
hall. The air was humid and sticky following an early rain shower, and
Akane's gi clung to her body as she walked.

        It'd been a weird morning. They'd been expecting a boy and his
father, not a girl and a panda. Everyone had acted disappointed, and
Ranma had seemed upset about it. Akane hoped a little combat would take
her mind off it and make her feel better.

        Akane paused for a moment to stare at Ranma's odd clothing. The
basic outfit was something akin to a two-piece bikini. A vest partially
overlaid the top, and a pair of loose-fitting, semitransparent pants
covered the bottom. Shiny bracelets adorned her wrists and ankles. It

What color or colors is the clothing.

certainly wasn't what Akane had expected from someone who practiced
fighting. Then again, she'd seen and heard of some pretty weird styles;
a school of Martial Arts Belly-dancing wouldn't be that hard to believe.

<snicker>

        "You do karate, don't you?" Akane asked.

        "A little."

        The door slid open, and they stepped onto the slatted wooden
floor of the dojo. "Then let's have a little match, okay?"

        "Huh?"

        "Just for fun." Akane took up a combat stance, feet widely
apart. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I'm not the greatest martial
artist in the world, no matter how much I wish I were." Ranma seemed to
pale a bit at those last words. Strange, Akane thought; wasn't there any
way to build up this girl's confidence? Oh well, it was something she
would have to work on.

And she'll promptly forget about it soon.

        Akane stared at her opponent, who was gasping for breath. *How
the hell did I do that?* Not only had she easily hit the fastest
opponent she'd ever faced, but she'd known exactly where and how to hit
so that Ranma would be unable to keep fighting, but wouldn't sustain any
lasting injury.

And will later say that she did it on her own. 

        Akane reached out a hand, and helped Ranma to her feet. "Sorry
about that." Why did she have to waste such a great strike fighting
Ranma -- who she had been trying to cheer up? Why couldn't it happen
against Kuno, or one of the other blowhards at school? The ones who
*deserved* this kind of beating? "I'm not usually that good. Really."

Kuno, Happosai, Genma, and a few others.

        "Yeah." Ranma nodded. "Believe me, I understand." The girls
exchanged awkward smiles and nervous laughter.

        "I'm really sorry." Akane was making a fool out of herself,
practically falling over herself to apologize, but she didn't know what
else to say.

        "Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. It was...." Ranma's
gaze seemed to lose focus for a moment, then returned. "It wasn't your
fault."

At least Ranma's going to think a bit more.

        "You know, I've always wanted to do that well against some of
the adolescent idiots at our school. I'm sorry I had to waste a pounding
like that against someone who didn't deserve it." She smirked at Ranma.
"I kinda wish you were a boy."

OOOPS!  :)

        Akane blinked. She was suddenly looking at a different person.
The black pigtail was still there, but the person attached to it now
wore a dark red Chinese shirt and black pants. And he was male. She
spent several moments staring at the flat, muscular chest to confirm it.
Definitely male.

        "Just a minute." Akane eyed Ranma dubiously. "There wasn't any
hot water in the dojo when we fought. Yet you changed back."

        "Ah, yes." Pop pushed his glasses up to the top of his nose.
"You see, there's more to Ranma's curse than we'd originally thought."
Without warning, he grabbed Ranma and flung him through the air. For the
second time that day, Ranma landed with a splash in the pond.

        As always, the change happened without any sensation. There was
no feeling of his body being stretched and squeezed. He didn't notice
that he'd changed until he looked down and saw his breasts. And his
clothes were gone, too. Every time it happened, whatever he had been
wearing would disappear and he'd be wearing the costume. He felt like a
pervert in it. And it put his assets on display for all of the other
perverts to stare at.

<snicker>

        The low, soft hum of machinery activating was heard. Air blew
into the room from a vent that hadn't been there minutes earlier,
bathing the occupants in delicious cool.

        "It WORKED?!" Nabiki gaped incredulously as she stared at the
vent. She ran over and felt the stream of air with her hand.

        "Goodness!" Kasumi exclaimed. "Ranma will certainly come in
useful around the house!"

        "You never told me you had such a talented offspring, Saotome!"
Mr. Tendo put his arm around the boy-turned-genie, patting him on the
shoulder. "Ranma! I'd like you to formally meet my three beautiful,
eligible daughters. Pick the one you want, and...."

        "Forget it." Ranma waved a hand dismissively. "No offense, Mr.
Tendo, but I ain't gettin' married to nobody."

        "This is a matter of family honor, boy," Pop said. "I told you
that before."

        "Stuff it, Pop." Ranma stared back at him defiantly. "I ain't
pickin' one of them."

        Pop smiled maliciously. "I wish you would."

Genma is setting himself up to take a very hard fall.

        "Akane," Ranma blurted out uncontrollably. Then he clubbed his
father over the head with his fist. "Damn it, Pop! You got no right
to--"

        "ME?!" Akane glowered. "Why would I ever want to marry an
egotistical jerk like you?"

        "Hey! At least I don't cheat to win fights."

        Akane's teeth clenched. "I. Did. Not. Cheat," she hissed. "Why
don't you make a wish to not be such a jerk!"

        "Don't you get it? It doesn't work when *I* do it!" Her insult
sank in, and he felt the need to counterattack. "Anyway, you couldn't
beat me in a fair fight in a hundred years." Middle school had taught
him that verbal fighting was like any other kind; you won by finding and
hitting your opponents' vulnerable spots. "I'm faster, stronger, and
when I'm a girl I'm even built better than you." He laughed.

        "Ranma," Akane said with surprising calm. "I wish I had a really
big hammer."

Oboy.  The Kaori Akane strikes again.

        A large mallet appeared in her hand. She promptly clubbed Ranma
over the head with it.

        "Now *that* he had coming," Pop said.

        "You were right, Kasumi," Akane said as she walked away from
Ranma. "It *is* convenient to have him around!"

        Ranma winced, nursing the painful lump that was now on the back
of his head. Of course, that was something else he'd learned in middle
school: insult fights could easily turn into other kinds.

So he forgot that bit.

        "It's all very impressive, Ranma." Nabiki looked at him, a
skeptical eyebrow raised. "But what's the catch?"

        Mr. Tendo turned his head. "Catch?" It evidently hadn't occurred
to him that there might be one.

        "Catch?" Pop repeated innocently.

        "Yes, catch." Nabiki shot a hard glare at Pop. "It can't be this
easy. Why haven't you wished to be cured of your panda curse
permanently? Why aren't you obscenely wealthy? Et cetera, et cetera. And
puh-LEASE don't try to tell me you'd never thought of it."

        "Well." Pop cleared his throat. "To use my son's abilities for
personal gain would, of course, be dishonorable."

        Rolling his eyes, Ranma motioned for Mr. Tendo to hand him a
kettle of hot water. He lifted it over himself as Pop kept talking.

        "Such an action," Pop continued, "would not befit the high
standards that I as a martial artist have naturally come to--" Ranma
poured the hot water onto himself; he became male. Exactly
simultaneously, Pop turned back into a panda, and his words became
unintelligible. Akane's hammer vanished, as did the air conditioning.

Yep definetly different

        "I see," Nabiki said. "Dad's wish had turned him human, but with
you no longer a genie, there was nothing to keep it in effect. When you
go back to male form, it cancels all the wishes. Right?"

        Ranma nodded.

        "Hmmm..." She stared at him. He could almost see the wheels
turning in her head. "How's that lump?"

        He carefully felt the bump on the back of his head. "Still hurts
a little." Why was she asking? From her expression, she didn't seem
concerned about him. It was more like he was a lab rat and she was
observing him.

        "Thought so." She flashed a shark-like smile that gave Ranma a
sinking feeling in his stomach. Nabiki was going to mean trouble,
probably more than any of the others. He was glad, at least, that he
hadn't picked her for the fiancee deal. If he married her, he'd probably
end up living in some magic lamp, let out only when she wanted another
new car or something.

That's Nabiki. 

        Kasumi, on the other hand, seemed relatively safe, but he
couldn't picture himself married to her. Though she was only a few years
older that he was, she still seemed so... motherly. A mother would be a
nice thing to have, he supposed, but he didn't want to marry one. He
thought about what married people did together, and shuddered. With
someone who was like a mother? That was just wrong.

As I said, at least he's thinking. 

        And what about Akane? She didn't seem interested in exploiting
him, which was a good thing. But she'd gotten all hostile as soon as
she'd found out that he was a boy. Would they ever be able to live
together without arguing and fighting all the time?

Not at the moment, but eventually.

        He glanced over at her, and saw what might be sympathy in her
eyes. Then, noticing that he was looking, she hmphed and turned away
indignantly. So much for the lesser of three evils, he thought. Maybe
the magic had just made him pick her at random.

Nope. :)

        *I ain't gettin' married to nobody.* He repeated the thought to
himself, over and over. He was living with the Tendos now -- there was
nothing he could do about that. But he wasn't going to let Nabiki and
the others take advantage of him. And he'd keep his curse a secret from
everyone else in the neighborhood.

        After all, how difficult could it be?

Oh about as easy as Gosunkugi's chance is aginst Son Goku at SSJ3 in a
fight

        AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story should not be confused with Tom
"Disruptor" Mathews' "Genie of the Ring" fic. Though both grew from the

Which I should get back to.

same seed, our takes on the idea are quite different, as you know if
you've read both stories. Thanks go to Jurai Knight for the idea post

So that's who did it.

that got me interested in writing this, and to Megane 6.7, who allowed
me to run some of my initial ideas for this series by him, and suggested
some more.

        C&C is welcome and desired, preferably to the FFML. I currently
plan 13 episodes, and might add more if I think of ideas for them. I'm a
bit concerned about the tone of this chapter; it's supposed to be
something close to original flavor comedy, and I'm finding it hard to
break out of "moody drama" mode.

Do a couple of one shot puns or jokes. That's what the anime did. 

        Thanks for reading, and I hope to hear from you.

SCREAM.  There you heard from me. ^_-

Gary Kleppe
http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe/comics.html

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