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Ranma sat in the dojo and moped, trying to come up with a way to escape
the house for the evening. It was Akane's turn to cook, and, well, even
after
this long, she was no better than she had been when they first met....
*Whack!* the wall exploded as someone made her usual entrance.
"Airen go on date with Shampoo, escape violent girl's horrible demon
cooking?" *Glomp*
Ranma just sighed. "No, Shampoo... I have a class to teach tonight,
remember?"
"Mou... that right. Oh well. Shampoo cook husband special stomach-settler
ramen for dessert." *glomp some more*
"Thanks, Shampoo, I appreciate it."
*WHAM!* "RANMA! I don't believe you!! Flirting with that hussy!!" Yup.
Akane had made her entrance. And there was someone with her. An
alien, not that uncommon a sight in Tokyo these days, but still. Ranma
tried to remember where he'd seen that species before... the bumpy
forehead, the uniform, the compliment on Akane's style with the mallet,
it all rang a bell, but he couldn't quite remember it.
"So, who's your new friend, Akane?" he finally asked.
"I met him at the security conference, while you were giving the
demonstration to the Vulcan delegation. He even sparred with me
for a bit - for /real/, not like you do it. AND he appreciates my cooking!"
she answered, beaming with pride at the last. Ranma shuddered,
gut sinking heavily, as he looked up at the man.
"Ranma Saotome," Akane continued, "I'd like you to meet General
Kargh... the new Klingon ambassador!"
<fin>