Ai no senshi Wild Honey
A Ranma � fanfict by Tangent
A strange kinda fusion come up with by Metroanime
Expanded upon with the express permission of Metroanime
Additional scenes by Metroanime (on occasion)
Pre-reading and editing assistance by:
Metroanime;
Lord Talon;
Howard Melton;
Nevrmore;
And some guy named Steve

DISCLAIMER: 'Ranma �' and all characters therein 
belong to Rumiko Takahashi, Shogagukan, Kitty, and 
Viz Video. 'Sailor Moon' and all characters therein belong 
to Naoko Takeuchi and Toei Animation Co. Ltd. Cutey 
Honey Flash and all characters therein belong to Go Nagai. 
The original concept for the Wild Honey fusion was 
Metroanime's. This fanfict has been produced for my own 
enjoyment and to pass on without profit. Other characters 
that come into play in this fanfict may or may not be pulled 
from other sources (including other fanficts, RPGs, manga, 
anime, literature, or possibly even *GASP* American comic 
books!).

CHAPTER TWO:

Setsuna's head ached as another wave of retroactive 
continuity washed past her transtemporal post by the 
Gate of Time. Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune were 
active, apparently under the same orders she had given 
them before the dimensional merger, but she didn't 
know how long that would last. Saturn was still 'asleep', 
which was good at this point. Sailor Moon had 'awakened' 
only a short while ago, and should soon be encountering 
her compatriots around Juuban. Sailor Venus was in 
London, with Artemis...

No, wait! Artemis wasn't in London anymore, and Sailor 
Venus was nowhere to be found. The white moon-cat 
was in Virginia Beach in the United States instead. And 
he was with...

Setsuna didn't know whether to cry in grief or joy over 
who she saw with Artemis.

* * *

Artemis waved his tail about as he considered the 
person before him. "You know, that's not exactly what 
one of the Senshi would do."

"The role of the Senshi are essentially artillery pieces. 
Lousy defense, not great maneuverability, but their 
attacks have a lot of 'punch' to 'em." Metal pieces fitted 
together with a click in the guy's hands. "Knights were 
different, mainly support for the Senshi. I was always 
*mainly* a soldier."

"Still, that hardly seems..." Artemis wanted to say that 
it was tacky or not very classy at the very least.

"Besides, Senshi are essentially a sentai team. In 
modern terms, they would fit in perfectly in Japan as a 
'Power Rangers' kinda thing. I'm Western oriented, which 
means more along the lines of Batman as opposed to 
Kamen Rider Black." Another click as parts were fitted 
carefully together. "During the old days, I could use a 
sword for most hand-to-hand stuff, but you'll
just get shot if you carry a sword around nowadays."

"But building a military grade beamer out of a Radio 
Shack spy kit and a pair of laser pointers?" Artemis 
was pretty sure this was not in genre.

"It'll only give me four shots before the batteries give 
out," said the soldier. "You know, it's too bad my old 
Sergeant didn't realize he'd drilled me so well on weapons 
repair and cleaning that I not only could take apart and 
clean a beam rifle in my sleep, I'd be able to do it in my 
next life as well."

"It still lacks a certain something," grumbled Artemis. 
"The Old Kingdom had all their roles for a reason. The 
Senshi were not only the powerful inner soldiers, but 
their attractiveness and costumes fulfilled a function as 
well. Hence the Sailor Team uniforms and what would be 
seen as 'sentai' elements in a modern era."

The soldier finished snapping together a final piece, then 
sighted along the barrel. "Yeah, well, I was always the 
practical one, part of being an engineer and soldier I 
suppose. Obsidian was the barbarian, the fearsome 
Knight of Fear, Endymion the noble who made the best 
spokesman and liaison with the Senshi; Hematite was 
the brash kid. Me, I'm just a soldier doing his best in a 
guerrilla war. So, do you have the paperwork done yet?"

Artemis shook his head a final time at his companion 
going on such an unromantic path as to building weapons 
like that. He didn't see *why* the Knight had always hated 
using thrown chess pieces as weapons, other than terms 
like "lack of penetration" and "anytime a thrown rose is a 
better weapon than what you've got, it's time to upgrade 
your threat potential." Even asking him what Pluto would 
think hadn't done more than pause the soldier. "Yeah, I've 
cleared things. The US Embassy in Minato-ku, specifically 
Azabu Juuban in Tokyo, has got most of the paperwork. 
You'll be attending a college, though none of the three 
I've applied for in your name have gotten back more than 
form letters at this point. One's in some place called 
Nerima, another's in Juuban, and the third is... well, I'm 
not entirely sure *where* it is."

"Just as long as it's close to wherever our allies are. 
They *must* be awakened before much longer," the 
soldier said, checking the charge before removing the 
battery pack. "What about living quarters?"

Artemis smirked at THAT. He'd had some success 
manipulating things in this country, and a "random" 
drawing had gotten good results with a local lottery. 
Nothing so spectacular that it would draw too much 
attention, but enough to provide "seed money" for some 
investments. He couldn't have done this in Japan, public 
records being more difficult to manipulate there. "I 
wouldn't worry about that. You've got some income which 
can be forwarded to you."

Stretching out, the nineteen-year-old set the completed 
rifle to the side. He'd have to test fire it later. "So, we've 
got three days before we leave?" At Artemis' affirmative, 
he rubbed his eyes. "Well, I better start packing things up. 
The 'Musketeer' ought to make one more appearance and 
announce his retirement. Maybe a hint that he's going to 
Florida or something."

"That'll work," agreed Artemis, glad that this part of his 
job was over. He was anxious to be reunited with Luna 
again, after all.

* * *

Ranma ran dead out towards where she had felt the 
ghostly entity come to ground. She didn't know why 
she was a girl now, or how she knew this ancient evil 
known as Panther Zora. She just knew that the demon 
had to be destroyed, and that it was up to her to do it.

She also somehow knew that she had another form 
more suited to the battle at hand. Not breaking stride 
in the slightest, Ranma touched a small, discolored 
spot on the left side of her neck where it met the 
shoulder and cried out. "HONEY SPLASH!"

A swirling column of water formed around Ranma, 
washing her training gi away and leaving her naked. Half 
a moment later, she had grown nearly two feet in height, 
and her red hair altered to a wilder styling as her ponytail 
grew and braided itself into a pigtail that reached her hips. 
Then narrow streams of water swirled in the air around her 
still running form, flowing onto her body at various points, 
seemingly painting a form-fitting red and blue, sleeveless 
costume onto her. White boots and gloves also formed 
out of the water, being complete even as the rest of the 
costume was still spreading over her body. A white 
choker appeared on her neck, with a heart symbol over 
where the discolored mark had been, and a ribbon with 
another heart symbol flowed onto her left upper arm just 
as her breasts were finally covered again.

It felt right, and she could move in it. She didn't know 
why there was a diamond cutout exposing her cleavage, 
but she let it slide. Wild Honey was ready for action, and 
her longer legs ate up the ground at a faster pace than 
before...

She never did notice the poor boy with the bandanna and 
heavy pack that had witnessed the whole process. Even 
if she had, she didn't have time to stop to help someone 
who had passed out due to hormonal overload.

* * *

Shampoo ran as quickly as she could towards Jusendo. 
Her great grandmother was counting on her to find out 
what evil had just landed there and if the Nichieju should 
prepare to fight it or flee. She huffed a bit at the thought 
of fleeing. Were they not warriors? Would they not face 
any challenge that might rise against them?

A flaming winged figure flew up from the mountain before 
her, and Shampoo suddenly found herself wishing that 
she wasn't so far from decent cover at the moment...

* * *

Too late! Too late! The demon had already found some 
fool to empower as a minion! Wild Honey wasn't moving 
nearly fast enough to suit her present needs. Too bad 
there weren't any handy modern vehicles around. That 
left her with a rather more embarrassing method of rapid 
land travel. She'd have to do it though. There were 
innocents to be protected and a youma to fight.

"HONEY SPLASH!"

A brunette centaur filly continued towards Jusendo at 
a thundering gallop, a belt slung around where her 
human torso merged with equine shoulders. A sheathed 
gladius hung on the left side of the belt, and a quiver was 
attached to the belt behind her back. She carried a huge 
bow in her left hand, as she reached for an arrow with 
her right.

She really wished that her centaur mode had something 
else to wear though. This was as exactly as embarrassing 
as she had thought it would be...

* * *

Saffron laughed as he trod on the charcoaled stump 
that was left of one of the Nichieju spy's arms. Her body 
was a burned mass of blackened flesh and bone, kept 
alive so that his new Mistress could feed on her terror 
and despair as she watched her village be destroyed 
and her fellow amazons raped and subjugated. Or perhaps 
killed. He had yet to decide. For a moment, he had 
regretted simply blasting the girl from a distance. He was 
feeling quite virile in his new, rather buff body as the Dark 
Phoenix King, but a charred lump held no attraction to him.

"Wh... why are... you..." Shampoo rasped out though 
scorched lungs.

"Because I can, little girl," Saffron sneered wickedly. 
"Because no one can stop me."

The effect was rather ruined when a feathered shaft 
appeared in his throat.

* * *

Joketsuzoku was in an uproar. Shampoo, one of the 
village's most promising upcoming warriors, had been 
sent out a while ago to scout out what was going on in 
Jusendo. Even with the journey all the way to the 
mountain and back, everyone expected her to do well 
in the annual tournament the next day, perhaps even 
winning. A group of her admirers and rivals were still 
watching the diminishing speck of her body run up the 
distant slope of Jusendo when it happened.

A flaming figure that could be none other than the fabled 
Phoenix King come into his power, rose from the summit 
of Jusendo. He paused briefly, and then headed right for 
their village. Only to pause again as he apparently spotted 
Shampoo.

By this time, nearly everyone in the village was watching 
as a ball of fire streaked down at the side of the mountain, 
exploding on impact. There had been some hope that 
Shampoo had somehow managed to dodge this, as their 
best spotters reported that she had been at the edge of the 
raging inferno when it went off. That hope was dashed when 
the Phoenix King descended and stayed at the spot where 
she was last seen.

It was horrible. Over half of the village wanted to rush into 
battle and avenge their fallen sister, but the Elders held 
them back. It was the hardest decision Cologne had ever 
made, and it tore her up to be forced to leave her great 
granddaughter unavenged, but she had a responsibility to 
help see that the Nichieju survived as a people.

She would not forget though. She could never forget. The 
Phoenix King, probably driven to behave this way by 
demon spirit that had invaded Jusendo, had not even 
bothered to face Shampoo in open combat. This was 
outright murder, and even if she had to live another three 
hundred years, she would see the demon responsible for 
her great granddaughter's death pay in full measure.

Cologne paused in the midst of the panicked hubbub of 
the evacuation of Joketsuzoku as she sensed a powerful 
battle aura approach from the east. Not an evil one, as 
had been the spirit aura that had prompted her to send 
her great granddaughter on that ill-fated scouting mission. 
No, this one was from a champion of light, a great force 
for good set against the evil that had infected the Lord of 
Jusendo. A female centaur of all things, apparently.

The centaur changed course slightly so as to bypass the 
village. Even from this far away from her target, she drew 
forth another arrow and pulled back on her mighty bow. 
Cologne stared wide-eyed as she heard the filly curse 
upon discovering Saffron's regenerating abilities, but noted 
that this did not keep their unexpected ally from attacking.

Then Cologne returned to helping to direct the evacuation 
of her people. While she (and most of the rest of the village) 
kept half an eye on the centaur and cheered her on, she 
didn't really expect that the filly could do much against 
Saffron.

* * *

Ryoga ran beside a puffing panda, having reawakened 
when the dumb beast stepped on him. Some bald guy 
in a communist uniform was trailing behind them, but 
Ryoga paid neither him nor the panda any mind. The evil 
was still ahead of him somewhere, and that cute girl who 
had changed into a beautiful woman was heading right 
for it from the last he remembered. He must catch up to 
the redheaded goddess and save her! He must!

Ryoga tried to avoid another nosebleed as he once again 
remembered the nude transformation sequence that he 
had witnessed.

* * *

Wild Honey trotted to a near halt, having at least lured 
the winged youma away from his victim and the nearby 
village. She had used the rest of her arrows in the process, 
but it had been worth it despite the fact that none of her 
otherwise lethal shots had done more than phase the 
monster for a moment or two. The gladius was entirely 
too short to be an effective weapon in this fight, and while 
her centaur form was massive and strong, she doubted 
that it would be of any further use in the battle. Time for 
another change.

"HONEY SPLASH!"

Wild Honey blinked as a fireball evaporated the column 
of water, leaving her naked and bereft of the image/skill 
set she had been attempting to change to. The evil 
looking leer that she was getting from her opponent as 
his gaze traveled across her exposed body could not 
possibly be a good sign. Dodging back and to the side in 
a flip, having at least returned to her more agile human 
form, she tried again.

"HONEY SPLASH!"

Once more raging fires boiled away the column of water 
before it could form anything over Wild Honey. At least 
the water had protected her from being burned alive, but 
this was getting really annoying.

"By all means," she heard her flying adversary comment 
snidely. "Continue to dance for me, my pretty one. When 
you are finally exhausted, perhaps I'll make you one of 
my concubines rather than roasting you for the trouble 
you are causing me." Then his leer went from merely evil 
to insidiously lustful. "Of course, I WILL have to break you 
in," he paused for diabolical effect, "and perhaps send you 
to the barracks to cycle through my troops. They will need 
the practice when it comes to conquering villages such as 
the one that you are trying to protect."

Nope, that didn't sound promising at all. Granted, even 
with the guy speaking clear Japanese, Wild Honey 
didn't know what some of what he said actually meant. 
Perhaps it was some sort of torture? And what the heck 
was a concubine anyway?

She did pick up on the fact that he was just toying with 
her, waiting for her to tire out as she bounced and jiggled 
for his pleasure. It really irked her, to have one of the 
tactics that she had often used in the past thrown right 
in her face like this. That someone thought so little of her 
as to be so condescending was infuriating. It reminded 
her of how her father always treated her.

Not that he could ever speak again anyway, she thought. 
Pandas didn't talk, yell, or anything.

"All right, jerk! You want to be that way, fine!" Wild Honey 
muttered as she dodged several more incoming fireballs. 
If she weren't careful, she'd be herded right back to the 
village she was trying to protect. Time to take this to a 
whole new level.

"Let me give you a souvenir to take with you on your 
journey to hell," Wild Honey called out.

"Sometimes I'm a traveling Martial Artist, learning her 
trade; sometimes I'm a centaur archer protecting a village; 
and sometimes I'm Wild Honey, and am pissed off at the 
fact that you keep evaporating my outfits! But the truth is..."

"Venus Cosmic Power! MAKE UP!"

This time the incoming fireball was itself consumed by 
the globe of nearly blinding light radiating from the woman 
who was Wild Honey. Her hair unraveled from its pigtail 
and turned golden blond. Shafts of brilliant light played 
across her body, leaving an orange-skirted seifuku in their 
wake. At the small of her back an orange bow appeared 
in a flash of light, as did a navy blue one at her bosom. 
An orange choker and armband were the last to flash into 
place, matching the collar and skirt.

"I am Sailor V!" the woman declared defiantly. "And in the 
name of Love and Justice, I WILL punish you!""

* * *

"Okay," Edema, dark elf mistress of The Heart of Darkest 
Chocolate in one of the seedier districts of Valhalla. 
"Ranma can turn into Honey, and Honey can change to 
a Senshi."

"Toltiir, you gotta learn restraint," Grey muttered, still 
twitching from seeing that he had a counterpart in this 
new world. One that apparently was destined to have 
better luck with romance than he had on top of everything 
else.

The cat paused. "Restraint? What's that? Sounds 
uncomfortable..."

* * *

Sailor Pluto's Eyes bugged out as she performed a 
classic facefault. Sailor Venus, conspicuously absent 
from this new timeline from having died too early in the 
final battle during the fall of the old Moon Kingdom, had 
just appeared in China! And not as a girl in her mid teens 
either, instead appearing to be in her late teens or early 
twenties. With a bigger bust than she remembered on the 
thousand-year-old version she remembered from the 
scenes of Crystal Tokyo too.

Where had she come from, if she hadn't come forward 
with the rest of the senshi? Why was she older than she 
should be at this point in time? Why was she radiating 
Silver Millennium magic like an artifact? How had she 
managed to get a more ample bosom?

Sailor Pluto shook her head, casting that last question 
aside as unimportant.

* * *

Genma stared at the combatants in the small valley 
ahead of him. He was still a panda, of course, not 
knowing that a mere application of hot water was all that 
stood between him and a return to human form. He 
ignored the boy who had run beside him as he sought to 
catch up with the redheaded woman who had been his 
son. Not that the stranger had stayed conscious once 
they had reached the edge of the battlefield. Ranma had 
obviously lost her gi somewhere, and the hormonal 
overload caused by the sight of her admittedly gorgeous 
body without any clothes on had proved to be too much 
for the lad.

That wasn't what caused Genma's eyes to achieve dinner 
plate proportions though. Ranma had changed into a 
beautiful blond woman, somehow pulling a seifuku out of 
nowhere, and was now moving faster than Genma had 
ever seen anyone move before. And using strange 
advanced chi attacks named 'Crescent Beam Smash,' 
'Crescent Beam Shower,' and 'Venus Love Me Chain.'
He certainly never heard of any of those attacks, let alone 
remembered teaching any of them to his son. Nor had 
Ranma ever been away from him long enough to have 
learned those attacks from some random master of the 
art they may have encountered.

Genma turned back towards Jusenkyo. Apparently his 
son had become a magical female champion of some 
sort. Being a pandafied mascot wasn't the peaceful 
retirement that he'd been hoping for, but at least it was 
less dangerous than being a sidekick. A good mascot 
would go back and get their packs from where they had 
been abandoned in the rush. Maybe the guide knew of a 
cure. Besides, if Ranma lost, he'd be that much further 
away from the flaming winged youma.

* * *

Cologne directed the archers as they set up their bows 
and took their places in staggered ranks. The centaur filly 
had proven to be something else entirely - a self declared 
Champion of Love and Justice, apparently chosen by the 
kami themselves to save their village. And doing a pretty 
darn good job of it too for that matter, having lured Saffron 
away from Joketsuzoku and into this barren valley instead. 
Very considerate of her, Cologne thought.

The young woman was now doing an effective job of 
containing the threat of the Dark Phoenix King. Now it 
was up to the amazons to provide enough of a distraction 
so that she could pull off any time consuming special 
attacks. If she had any that is. It wasn't like Cologne 
actually knew anything other than the fact that Sailor V 
was on their side and deserved their support.

A glance down the staggered lines showed that the Nichieju 
archers knew their business. None were angled to strike 
their ally by accident. "On my mark," Cologne waited for a 
prime moment, before continuing.

"Fire!"

* * *

Sailor V smirked at Saffron, the Flying Pincushion. She 
could FEEL the growing confidence that the inhabitants 
of the village had in her. She could feel their confidence 
and hope in her adding fuel to her power. More to the point, 
the flaming idiot was now distracted from throwing fireballs 
for a moment!

"VENUS FLASH!"

In another flash of near blinding light, segments of silvery 
armor began to appear in place of her seifuku. She was 
not aware that the breast area had apparently been 
designed in such a way that left much of her bosom 
exposed, with the open band that provided the cups 
providing a bare minimum of modesty, somehow moving 
to compensate for the jiggles. She just assumed that she 
had a full plate there, as she could at least feel that she 
was wearing something harder than the seifuku had been. 
The over all effect seemed to be a mix of ancient Greek or 
Roman armor with French and gothic elements as might 
have been designed by Frederick's of Hollywood. Hard 
silvery metal with gold trim, impractical looking gaps, and 
an orange miniskirt. A one hundred percent hot bouncing, 
buxom, battle babe.

White Iron Venus was ready to play.

* * *

Saffron cursed as he expunged the arrows from his body 
by the simple expedient of incinerating them. The 
amazons would pay for their courage. After he had dealt 
with this interloper, of course.

She was proving to be entirely too much trouble now, and 
had even powered up further. Besides, he liked her better 
without clothing, and while the armor she was now wearing 
was captivating in its own way, the sharp spikes on the 
elbows and shoulder guards had to go. Just because he 
could regenerate didn't mean that he was a masochist. He 
much preferred to inflict pain, rather than receive it.

If she wasn't going to be reasonable and dance naked for 
him again, he was just going to have to kill her and get it 
over with. Still, one handled these sorts of things with a 
certain style, and perhaps she could be convinced to 
remove the armor again. Or at least those spikes.

"Ha ha ha ha!" he laughed scornfully. "Surely you don't 
think that some silly suit of armor will protect you from 
me? All you've done is made yourself a slower target!" 
With that, and a leer, he sent forth another ball of intense 
flame. This time his target surprised him by not even 
bothering to dodge.

He permitted himself a moment of gloating as the power 
that his Mistress had given him allowed him to feel the 
despair and grief of the amazons who witnessed his 
triumph. Glory turned to shock, however, as he saw the 
armored woman step out of the diminishing inferno utterly 
unharmed and with a smile on her lips.

For the first time he grew frightened as she spoke her 
next words: "Now it's MY turn!"

* * *

Genma shrugged as he heard the explosions in the 
distance. If Ranma was still alive, he was confidant that 
she would pull through somehow. The boy... er, girl was 
an exemplary member of the Saotome School of 
Anything Goes Martial Arts, and was an expert at 
battlefield adaptation.

All Genma had to do now was wait it out with the guide 
once they got back to Jusenkyo. He had apparently 
decided that returning to Jusenkyo with the panda was 
a better idea than continuing towards the raging battle.

* * *

"VENUS CHAIN BARRAGE!" Cried out Sailor V, 
sending forth a deluge of golden heart-shaped links. Her 
opponent had dodged, as she had expected, but hadn't 
been able to avoid becoming ensnared all together. She 
yanked back on the chains, pulling the Dark Phoenix 
King out of the air with a crash.

Sailor V summoned her long sword with a flick of her 
wrist as she sprinted towards her bound adversary, 
pinning him in place with a powerful thrust through his 
torso and into the rock beneath him. Her next attack 
would be serious overkill anywhere else other than a 
barren valley, and she didn't want anything else to be 
in the line of fire.

"GATTLING CRESCENT BEAM!" Thundering point-blank 
explosions rocked the sheltered valley as Sailor V taxed 
even the phenomenal recuperative powers of the Dark 
Phoenix King. His body was utterly destroyed for a 
moment, and then the essence split, a smaller, pure one 
going off to the side, and the demon-tainted one reforming 
in the air above her. Unplanned for, but perfect never the 
less. Time to see if she could adapt some attacks that 
she seemed to remember weren't quite hers before.

"VENUS SPIRAL CRESCENT ATTACK!"

The Dark Phoenix King had just enough time to say 
"Ouch!" before he was annihilated by a nine foot wide 
golden boomerang.

* * *

Shampoo cried tears of relief as she witnessed the death 
of the demon that had been the Lord of Jusendo. The other 
demon-spirit that had been keeping her alive to feed off of 
her torment had retreated, so she knew that she would die 
soon. At least she got to see her village saved. At least 
she had been able to distract Saffron long enough for a 
champion of the gods to intervene. For what else could 
the woman be?

She would even get a hero's send off, for their chosen 
representative was approaching her, having discarded 
her helmet and handing it to one of the Nichieju. 
Shampoo could see that the woman had tears of her 
own, but seemed defiant in her resolve. She wouldn't 
understand what the woman said next until her great 
grandmother told her later:

"Love's Healing Rain," the woman said as she cradled 
Shampoo in her arms, the armor being dismissed back 
to wherever it had come from, to be replaced once again 
with the seifuku a moment later. Light shined down from 
the heavens as a gentle rain fell over the valley, causing 
plants to grow and bloom wherever it touched the ground. 
More importantly to Shampoo, her wounds healed up as 
if the water washed them all away. Her limbs were 
restored and even her hair had grown back to its full 
lavender glory.

The woman slumped, obviously exhausted beyond her 
endurance. Shampoo cradled her in turn as the warrior 
who had saved them all glowed briefly as her outfit 
dissolved into light. The stranger had then shrunk into 
a young redheaded girl about Shampoo's own age 
before a white set of simple fighting clothes faded into 
existence around her.

Ah, an avatar, Shampoo concluded. Truly a champion 
chosen by the gods indeed. And obviously weakened 
from her ordeal. Shampoo gently gave her the Kiss of 
Sisterhood upon her forehead, adopting her as a Nichieju 
on the spot.

END CHAPTER TWO

OMAKE THEATER PRESENTS: Title Theme Song 
(part two)

("We've decided to make a substitution, Nabiki," Sailor V 
addressed the girl bound and gagged in the corner of the 
sound-stage. "Shampoo and I like this one better than the 
Moonlight Densetsu. At least as far as this chapter is 
concerned.")

Goddess on the mountain top...
Burning like a silver flame...

(Sailor V can be seen standing proudly atop Jusendo)

The summit of beauty and love...
And Venus was her name...

(Shampoo, Rin Rin, and Ran Ran step up to their mikes.)

She's got it!
Yeah, baby, she's got it!
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!

(Sailor V can be seen fighting the Dark Phoenix King)

Her weapons were her crystal eyes...
Making every man a man...

(White Iron Venus can be seen striding unharmed through 
a raging inferno, even as the rock she's walking across 
begins to melt from the heat)

Black as the dark night she was...
Got what no one else had...
Wa!

(Shampoo, Rin Rin, and Ran Ran return to their mikes.)

She's got it!
Yeah, baby, she's got it!
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!

(Sailor V can be seen removing the helmet of her White 
Iron Venus armor as she approaches the charred ruin of 
Shampoo's body, tears running freely down a face defiant 
of such a fate befalling even a stranger.)

Goddess on the mountain top...
Burning like a silver flame...

(Sailor V is shown cradling Shampoo in her arms as 
shining rain falls from the heavens, washing away the 
amazon's wounds and restoring her limbs and hair to 
their former glory.)

The summit of beauty and love...
And Venus was her name...

(And once more, Shampoo, Rin Rin, and Ran Ran return 
to their mikes.)

She's got it!
Yeah, baby, she's got it!
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire!

("There. Wasn't that better than some video montage 
of obviously doctored up 'candid' shots of Usagi and 
Mamoru? I mean, honestly, there's such a thing as child 
pornography y'know. 'Money is the fruit of the weasel' and 
all that...")

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