I posted this in a much shorter form to the Fanfic_Idea_List and warned
them that if no one picked it up I'd try and turn it into a spamfic and
put it on the FFML, they should of listened so here it is sorta of a
spamfic prologue.
If it gives anyone ideas and they want to try it, I'll being willing to
preread and help with it.
I've not been able to put together a plot complete enough to make it
work.
howard melton
God bless
BASIC PREMISE
what if Genma decides to add a few more training session to his plans
after returning from china.
What if he encounters a newspaper with a headline about Superman, this
gives him an idea on how to increase his odds of survival when he
finally meets his wife again.
Genma reasons that if Ranma has all the abilities of "superman" then
Nodoka has to think he is manly.
Genma takes his knowledge of martial arts and decides to make a
Superman of ranma, he sends off another note to Soun saying I'll be 6
months late, after all he reasoned it will only take him six months to
develop techniques and train ranma to match superman's abilities.
Genma then proceeds to subject ranma to all sorts of crazy training to
give ranma the near equivalent of superman's power.
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GENMA MAKES A SUPER......PERSON
Genma stared at the old newspaper that had covered his face in a sudden
gust of wind ignoring the dock workers and the irritated punches of his
son he stared at the headlines �SUPERMAN SAVES WORLD asteroid
destroyed�.
Folding the crumpled sheet carefully and putting it away for future
reference Genma finally glanced at his son and took in how the
oversized, but wet outfit barely hid her curves, the workers were
paying entirely to much attention to his son, and that was the problem
how could Nodoka declare Ranma manly when every movement declared just
how womanly she was, every male eye in sight was watching her move.
Genma had initially planed to use the arranged marriage to a Tendo to
save his life, but that was iffy, at best his wife might decide that
Ranma was manly, but Genma had failed, he needed a better way.
Leading his son away from the docks Genma laughed at the stupidity of
the papers they called this �superman� a strange visitor from another
planet, but it was obvious this man was an expert martial artist, every
one of his abilities were from legendary martial arts like the failed
cat fist, that ranma had botched up.
Genma laughed, yes he would make his son another superman and insure
safety from his wife's sword, after all he couldn't fail these new
training techniques would be based on his own ideas and not some silly
scroll, he had taken from that old pervert.
Genma slowly read over the crumpled paper again mentally listing the
martial arts skill this superman had, after several minutes of reading
and rereading he dropped the paper and picked up a post card and pen
and wrote on the back�Soun I have determined that additional training
is required will arrive in six months.� Flipping the card over and
smiling at the stylised shield with a red S he said�I'll show you what
a superman really is.�
INVULNERABILITY TRAINING
Ranma stared at the two new microwave sized cubes of metal that his
father had suspended from the old warehouse cranes. Ranma dreaded the
coming training he had taken a few experimental punches at the blocks
and they seemed even harder than those diesel engine blocks were when
had fist started punching them and allowing them to swing together on
his body. He hoped it wouldn't be as bad as with those two engine
blocks, now his dad had replaced them with a harder metal, he had
�found� somewhere he thought his dad had called it titanium.
Glancing at the now badly dented and mangled engine blocks Ranma
gathered his confidence and walked to the center of the crudely drawn X
as his father prepared to pull the strings that would release the two
titanium blocks allowing them to swing together on the nut on the X.
Inspector Yoshi stared at the mangled metal blocks slowly swaying in
the slight breeze from the warehouse doors, reaching out carefully he
put a fist into one of the dents and shuddered the japanese branch of
Stark industries had been going mad trying to find these blocks, they
were supposed to be a special alloy of titanium that was 30% stronger
than any other titanium alloy.
Walking around the blocks the inspector's eyes widened as he tried to
put his fist into another deep dent and discovered it wouldn't fit,
stepping back from the blocks he shivered there had been two people
practising on these blocks hitting hard enough to leave punched
imprints in the metal.
Dr. Johnson looked at the computer screen his hands resting on the
keyboard the two test samples of alloy #973 had roughly 17 kilograms
of their mass cut off, but counting the shaping chips found nearby only
about 7 kilograms had been taken. Staring at the the roughly hammer
shaped forms that the computer reconstruction calculated the chips had
been sliced from, shaking his head, the people who had cut alloy #973
were sitting on a gold mine, microscopic analysis had shown almost no
shear or heating stress ruling out lasers and abrasive methods. The
bonds just seem to be broken like a molecular or atomic beam had been
used, but chemical analysis didn't indicate any impurities or
inclusions in the atomic structure of the chips and the dust in the
warehouse made it quite clear that no heavy equipment had been used.
Genma frowned as he picked up the two badly deformed hammers he had cut
from one of the titanium blocks, it had taken him days to shaped them
using his vacuum blade technique and after only three days of sparing
they were already starting to wear out on ranma, he should have cut off
more chunks of the metal, he didn't want to try and steal more it had
stirred up so much trouble last time.
He didn't know what to do, it hurt to punch ranma, not as much as at
first, but it was still bruising his fist when he forgot to use the
hammers.
SUPER SPEED
Genma stared at the power lines as an idea for making ranma faster,
faster than a bullet indeed he would show that superman! Ranma was
going to be faster than lightning before he was done.
Ranma smiled at the twitching form of her pandified father every hair
on the panda's body was stiff and little sparks were jumping between
each hair and arcing to the ground in the blackened crater, smiling
down at the twitching form of her father, ranma approached carefully
and touched a toe to the the panda's body jumping back when it gave a
large twitch and a fat spark jumped to her toe allowing the panda's
hair to collapse. Ranma rolled the fat panda over and in a happy voice
she said well dad, what do you think of the voltage from those tall
metal towers, don'tcha think its got a bit more of a bite than what
I've been picking up from the telephone poles around here.
Ranma stepped back to the edge of the crater and settled herself down
to wait, she wanted to gloat when the old man finally woke, lately he
had been complaining that ranma's electric fist was getting sloppy and
not hurting like it originally had, snorting ranma thought back to when
he had first started to learn this technique the old man had said it
was a speed technique, but it hadn't helped much at all he was still
only just a little faster than the old man. He had to admit it was fun
through and a useful technique the old man hated the way it made his
fur stand out and if he was careful it only took a few seconds to get
water in a metal pot warm enough to change back, with that thought
Ranma pulled a canteen from her nearby belt pack and started looking
for a discarded can to heat some water in, she was reluctant to try it
on her metal canteen she still lost control sometimes and the sparks
burned holes in metal.
Ranma dropped the blackened popcan he had just used to change back and
looked around, his danger sense was tingling, jumping to the top of a
nearby telephone pole he quickly located the line of police cars and
vans silently and quickly making for their sparing ground. Frowning in
irritation Ranma dropped to the ground only to mutter curses as he
landed in an unnoticed puddle, stomping in extreme irritation ranma
adjusted her cloths and attached the small pack to her belt as she
hurried to her father's crater grunting she lifted the comatose weight
of her father, she mumble about stupid curses and starving a certain
panda to a reasonable weight.
Staggering out of the construction site ranma struggled to adjust her
fathers weight, grumbling about the cops showing up every time they
tried to practice, maybe their was a law against it or something.
Ranma finally satisfied with the position of her dad she took off
running down a street away from the police, building speed slowly, she
was 3 blocks away and just topping 130 Kilometers an hour when the swat
teams arrived at the construction zone and the havoc caused by a red
headed girl carrying a panda and running down the street jumping cars.
FLYING LESSONS
Genma adjusted the chains and checked the rag in ranma's mouth, he
tried to ignore the way his son stiffened every time the tigers roared,
it had taken the revelation of the forbidden techniques to get ranma to
try this method to learn to fly and the addition of a promise to teach
them to him once ranma learned to at least hover.
Genma carefully watched for the mark on the rope as he lowered the
bound and gagged ranma into the lions pit. Reaching the mark Genma
tied the rope securely and glanced around the darkened zoo ignoring the
comatose bodies of the zoo guards and sighed as he listened to the
muffled screams of his son this was the second day of trying to teach
ranma to fly and so far he hadn't figured it out. Genma really wished
he could let the lions actually touch his son, that would give ranma
real incentive to learn how to fly or at least levitate, but any lower
and ranma just went into the Nekokin at which point ranma would cut the
chains and drop into the pit and play with the loins like he had
played with the tigers over at the tiger pit, it was going to be
months, if ever before those tigers would be useful in training ranma
to fly, stupid cowardly beast after neko Ranma had gotten loose in the
pit two nights ago they had just wedged themselves in any tight spot
and whimpered all day, not even coming out to eat those tasty steaks
their keepers had been trying to entice them with.
Genma sighed as he watched his son curled up with several kittens in
the pit below all the older lions were in various corners whimpering
just like those tigers, reluctantly he pulled a postcard from his back
pack and started to write�Soun going to a city called metropolis, its
in america, will complete ranma's flight training there. If at all
possible meet me there, in two months I'll use the master's diversion
technique #28 to get your attention meet me a day later 4 blocks due
south of the smoke dragon.� at the nearest chinese restaurant.
COLD CHILLS
Clark Kent froze as he was leaving the daily planet causing his wife
to bump into him and start to complain until she noticed his glasses
were down and he was �scanning�, after several seconds she punched his
shoulder and smiled as he jumped looking at her he said� I got a chill
like someone was watching me or planning big trouble.�
howard melton
God bless
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