A couple of days later, everything started to settle into a new routine. Ranma and Akane would start up early and start practicing Ki techniques. After they finished, Pan would come in, and she and Ranma would spar until they had scant minutes to get to class. They’d all rush to school. After school, Akane would go visit Usagi, and Ranma and Pan would go home to help with Goten’s afternoon class. Afterwards, Maron would come by, and Ranma would teach her.
Today, Ranma was finishing up with Goten’s afternoon class (Goten tended to bail toward the end of class because Maron was usually on her way) when Makoto came up to him. She approached him shyly. “Ranma?”
Ranma turned around to face her. “Yeah, Makoto?”
She shifted on her feet a little. “I was wondering if you wanted me to cook for you sometime. It…It doesn’t have to be a date…”
Ranma shook his head. “Sorry, Makoto, but I still don’t think it would be a good idea. My fiancée wouldn’t like it too much.”
“Ranma,” Makoto started to fidget with her fingers. “Ranma, I don’t think that you should marry her.”
Ranma raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
Makoto looked him in the eye. “Well, she’s so mean and abusive. I think you would be much happier with someone else. Someone who wouldn’t hurt you so much.”
Ranma scratched the back of his head. “Well, she can be violent sometimes…Hey! How do you know that?”
Makoto looked back down and turned her toe in the floor. “You know, I hear stuff.”
Ranma, not being that bright, accepted that. “Okay, but I still can’t have dinner with you.”
“Yeah, Squirt! He’s still eating with me!” They turned to see Bra standing in the doorway wearing a form fitting skirt and a tight shirt, both showing off her assets well. She sauntered over and started tracing circles on Ranma’s chest. “Ranma, why don’t you and I go someplace a little quieter? Someplace we can get to know each other better.”
Ranma started to back up. “I can’t go out with either of you!”
Bra kept up with him. “But Rannnmma, we could be so good together…”
Makoto stepped in between Ranma and Bra. “He doesn’t want to date a high-class snob like you. He wants to date someone more down to earth.”
Bra sneered at the younger, but taller brunette. “Listen here, Squirt. I’m going to have Ranma, because I always get what I want!”
“Oh, so you’re a spoiled little rich girl! I see…”
The two girls launched into an insult match. Ranma just backed up against the wall and walked his way around the room, away from the pair, hugging the wall the whole time.
About that time the door slid open and three more figures entered. Usagi, Akane, and Minako walked in. Usagi saw the two girls arguing over Ranma and went over to try and break it up. “Mako-Chan, why are still trying to chase after Ranma? You know he’s Akane’s fiancée!”
Makoto saw that Akane was in the room, so she dropped her voice to a whisper. “But she’s always abusing him. I’m trying to save him.”
Usagi stood arms akimbo. “Akane’s my friend, and I don’t think that one of my friends should be trying to steal another’s boyfriend. Besides, Akane is a nice girl.”
Bra had been listening to the conversation with a mild interest. “Nice. Yeah, nice as a wolverine.”
The three of them got into another argument over Ranma and Akane. Ranma for his part had stopped moving along the wall and had dug his fingers into the wall. He had the look of a man scared out of his mind. Akane and Minako watched the three girls fight (not really hearing what they were saying). Akane looked over and saw Ranma trying to plaster himself against the wall. She walked over and asked, “What’s wrong? The girls still bothering you?”
Ranma slowly raised his hand and pointed at Usagi and Minako’s shoulders in a very shaky succession. “C-C-Cats!”
Akane looked and just noticed that the girls had their cats sleeping on their shoulders. “Oh no! I told them to leave them behind. Don’t worry, Ranma. I’ll take care of this.” She walked back over to Minako. “Minako, didn’t Usagi say that you had to meet someone?”
Minako shook herself out of the daydream she was in. Oooh Uub. “What?”
“Didn’t you and Usagi have to meet someone?”
Minako snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah!” She cupped her hands over her face. “Hey Usagi! Makoto! We gotta get the Ami and Rei!”
The three girls stopped arguing, and Usagi snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah! Mako-Chan! We’ve gotta go!” She grabbed Makoto’s arm and started hauling the taller girl out of the dojo.
“What?” Makoto had a confused look on her face. “What’s going on?”
“It’s important! We have to get Ami and Rei!” Usagi passed by Akane and grabbed Minako with her other hand. “Bye, Akane! We’ll see you in a little while!”
Akane waved as the blonde left hauling a very reluctant Makoto and a day dreaming Minako. “See you later!”
Bra watched the girls leave with a sadistic grin on her face. She walked over to Ranma, whose eyes just stared at the cats on the blondes’ shoulders. Bra pulled his chin back over to face her. “Now how about dinner?”
Pan walked in from upstairs. She stretched out her arms. “Sounds great, Bra. You buying for everyone?”
Akane smirked. “Yeah, are you going to buy for all of us?”
Bra’s face twisted up as she started to get a little miffed. “Who invited you?”
About that time, Maron walked through the door. “Ranma? Are you ready to train?”
Akane smiled this time. “Not at all. We were all about to go get some dinner, and Bra is buying for everyone. Want to come along?”
Maron clasped her hands together in front of her. “That would be great!”
Steam was starting to rise off of Bra’s head. “Grrrr!!!”
Ranma snuck over to Akane as he saw the tell tale signs of imminent explosion. “Hey, Akane, what did Usagi mean by ‘see you in a little while’?”
“We’re all going ice skating.”
Ranma got an apprehensive look on his face. “Well have fun. Don’t lose anything this time.” He tried to slowly step away from Akane.
Akane grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could get away. “You’re going too.”
“C’mon Akane. You know what happened last time!”
Akane glared at him. “Ranma, they won’t be there. We’re in Juuban, not Nerima. They couldn’t possibly be there. Besides, this is an opportunity to learn from Olympic Gold Medallists. The new ice rink just opened and they are offering free lessons.”
“I already learned how to skate!”
“Sure you did, but you could always learn more.”
“But I don’t want to! I don’t have any use for ice skating!”
Akane was starting to get an upset look on her face. “Why not?”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with Martial Arts!”
Akane sighed. “What if they want a rematch? You should train. Besides, it’ll be a good chance for us to do something fun together.”
“We could start sparring again. I’d actually fight back. That would be funner and it doesn’t cost nothing.”
“This won’t cost anything either.”
“You’re kidding. Lessons from Gold Medallists and they’re free.”
“Yes. Because of the grand opening they are giving free lessons to groups of five girls.”
“Groups of five…no way!” Ranma jumped back. “No way am I going anywhere near ice as a girl!”
Akane stomped up to him. “I’m telling you THEY WON’T BE THERE!”
Maron tapped Akane on the shoulder. “I’m sorry for interrupting; but who are ‘they’, and why is Ranma so upset?”
Akane turned to the older woman. “He’s talking about the Golden Pair of Kolkhoz High. They were the champions of martial arts figure skating. We fought them a while back.”
“I had understood that Ranma had won all of his fights.”
“He did win, but Mikado, the male of the pair, kissed Ranma while he was in his girl form.”
“So he associates ice skating with that bad memory.”
Ranma shook his head. “I just never want it to happen again. I beat the crap out of him several times for that. I just don’t want to fight the same fights over and over again.”
Maron thought for a second. “We’ll I think you should do it. It would help you to find that you can do something without having to fight. You could learn to have fun.”
Ranma digested that for a second. “I still don’t know…Will I have to wear the stupid outfit again?”
Maron turned to Akane. “You don’t have to wear the sequined one. You only have to wear a solid color. Please, Ranma. Come with us!”
Pan decided that she should join the conversation. “Who’s ‘us’ paleface?”
“Why all five of us. Maron, Ranma, Bra, me and you.”
Pan waved her hands in front of herself. “No way! No way am I wearing one of those stupid tutu looking things!”
Bra snickered from the side. “Wanna bet?”
A few hours later the five of them were walking out of the changing room, wearing their figure skating dresses and carrying their skates over their shoulders. Pan glared at Bra. “Your life is now measured in seconds Bra. After this is all over. I’m going to kill you.”
Maron was walking between the two. “Now, now, Pan. You should learn to enjoy skating just like Ranma.”
“It’s not ice skating. (mumble) Even though I don’t know how (end mumble). It’s this short skirt looking leotard thing! Don’t they have long pants outfits?”
“Yes. They’re called MEN’S outfits.” Bra laughed.
“I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you.” Pan repeated over and over.
Maron put a hand on Pan’s shoulder. “Pan, you should really start getting used to wearing dresses and other things that are more womanly. You are looking for a boyfriend, right?”
Pan hung her head. “Yes.”
“Then you should try wearing dresses more often and not fight them so much.”
“But I can’t fight in a dress!”
Bra laughed some more.
“What’s so funny?!” Pan was getting an even more murderous look on her face.
Bra brought herself back under control. “You could get one of those nice sailor fukus that those Sailor Senshi wear. It would look sooo good on you, and you could still fight in it.”
“Kill!” Pan launched herself at Bra.
Luckily, Maron was able to keep the black haired girl from murdering the green haired. “Pan! Pan! Calm down!”
Akane and Ranma-Chan walked behind them, watching the whole exchange. Ranma turned to Akane. “You think I should help?”
Akane smiled at him. “Who are you going to help? Maron or Pan?”
Ranma-Chan had a thoughtful look on her face. “Good point. I’ll have to think about that.”
Akane looked around and found her new friend. “Usagi!” She yelled across the crowd of girls in the rink.
The blonde with the blonde odangos turned her head and waved when she saw who it was. She rushed over, tripping twice. “Akane, who is your friend?”
Ranma-Chan held out her hand. “Saotome Ranko. I’m Ranma’s cousin. Pleased to meet you.”
Usagi shook the redhead’s hand. “Nice to meet you too. You need to meet my other friends. By the way Akane, who else did you come with? I thought you were bringing three more?”
Akane pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “See the blonde holding back the black-haired girl from killing the one with green hair? That’s them.”
Usagi nodded her head. “Okay, I’ve met Pan and Bra, but I don’t know the blonde.”
“That’s Maron. She’s the one I told you about that’s trying to marry Makoto’s martial arts instructor.”
Usagi nodded her head in recollection. “Okay, well Ranko needs to meet all my friends!”
Ranma-Chan waved her hands. “That’s not really necessary. I’m sure we’ll…Umpf!”
Usagi had grabbed Ranma-Chan’s arm and dragged her over to the other senshi. Akane followed behind. “Ami-Chan! Rei-Chan! Mina-Chan! Mako-Chan! Come meet Ranma’s cousin!”
The other senshi turned around to Ranma-Chan and Akane. Most of them had friendly looks on their face, but there was one noticeable exception.
Makoto’s narrowed her eyes. “You!”
Ranma-Chan pointed to herself and mouthed, “me?”
“You! You stole my trophy and just cast it away like it was nothing!” Makoto started to pace toward the shorter girl.
Akane turned to Ranma-Chan. “What is she talking about?”
Ranma-Chan shrugged. “Beats me.”
Makoto stopped right in front of the redhead. “Four words: Martial Arts Beauty Contest. You took the trophy and discarded it like a piece of garbage. That was supposed to be my trophy!”
Usagi just stared with her eyes open wide. “Mako-Chan, what’s going on?”
Makoto’s aura became visible as months of pent-up anger came out. “She’s the whole reason I’ve been trying to be a better martial artist. I want revenge for losing that trophy!”
Ranma-Chan held up her hands in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Hold on, Makoto! Just settle down! That was just a stupid little contest. Nothing to get upset about.”
Makoto balled up her fists. “NOTHING TO GET UPSET ABOUT!” Her aura jumped higher. “NOTHING TO GET UPSET ABOUT! I’M THE STRONGEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL!”
Ranma-Chan shook her head and chuckled. “You’re not half as built as I am.” Open mouth, insert foot, and chew vigorously.
“Die!” Makoto started taking wild swings at Ranma-Chan.
Ranma-Chan easily dodged the punches and backed away from the angry brunette. “Settle down, Makoto!”
“Shut up and fight!” Makoto tried a kick.
Ranma stepped to the side and evaded it. “Come on. It wasn’t that big a deal! It was just a stupid contest.”
Makoto got angrier, if it was possible. “’Just a stupid contest’? ‘JUST A STUPID CONTEST’?!” Another barrage of punches came at Ranma-Chan.
Ranma-Chan still nonchalantly dodged them all. “Is there an echo in here?”
Usagi, Akane, and the other Senshi just watched from the sidelines. Usagi tapped Akane on the shoulder. “Do you know what this is about?”
Akane shook her head. “No idea. I remember the contest, but I don’t remember Makoto being there. Of course I missed the whole contest.”
“Why?”
“Call of nature.”
“Oh.”
Ranma-Chan just kept dodging the blows and thinking. Well, so much for the peaceful skating.
Makoto kept getting angrier and angrier. “Stand still, so I can KILL YOU!!!”
Ranma-Chan raised an eyebrow. “What kind of request is that?”
“Pig tailed girl?”
Ranma-Chan froze, receiving a punch in the face for it. It can’t be.
Makoto pulled back her throbbing hand. She had finally landed a punch, but the girl’s skull had felt like hitting a brick wall. The redhead hadn’t budged an inch. What is she made of?
Ranma-Chan turned to see her worse fears realized. There stood Sanzenin Mikado and Shiratori Azusa.
Mikado ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “Our paths cross again. I’m sure you heard that I was here and came expecting another kiss.”
Ranma-Chan’s aura leapt to life. It burned red with anger over the last time that Mikado had kissed her. She cracked her knuckles. “Why don’t you kiss this?!” Ranma-Chan socked him in the mouth. Mikado went flying. He smashed through a section of stands with a loud crash. “That’s a good start. I think I’ll pulverize him for the second course.”
Makoto dropped into her stance. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Ranma-Chan rolled her eyes. “Makoto, can’t you tell that you can’t beat me?”
Makoto set her jaw. “I’m going to prove once and for all…”
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.” Ranma-Chan interrupted. “But do you really want to end up like him?” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder at Mikado’s impact crater.
Makoto blanched a bit, but then she firmed her stance back up. “I…I don’t think you can do it again! That was a lucky shot!”
Ranma-Chan shook her head. “Makoto, Makoto, Makoto…” She walked over to the taller girl. Makoto threw a punch. Ranma-Chan stopped it with a single finger and pushed back on it. Makoto fell over. “You still haven’t fixed your stance. How do you expect to beat me?”
Makoto shook with anger. “I’ll show you…” Then she stopped all at once. “What do you mean, ‘still haven’t’?”
Ranma-Chan scratched the back of her head. “Heh, heh. Well…”
Makoto jumped back to her feet. “Ranma’s told you about me hasn’t he?”
“Yeah, that’s it!” Ranma-Chan smiled a nervous grin.
“Has he said anything else about me?”
“Sure, he talks about you all the time. He tells me all about your training.”
Makoto got an excited look on her face and latched onto Ranma-Chan’s arm. “You’ve got to tell me all about what he says! Does he like me? Does he like my hair?” Makoto started into a barrage of questions. Ranma-Chan got lost as the questions pace increased to an incomprehensible stream of words.
Usagi clapped her hands together. “Looks like they’re friends now!”
Akane and the other senshi sweatdropped.
“It’s so cute! Mary-Anne! Mary-Anne!” Before anyone could react, Azusa picked something up off the ground.
Akane took a look at the latest addition to her ‘cute’ collection. “Usagi, That looks like your brooch.”
“Hey!” Usagi checked herself and saw that her transformation brooch must have fallen off during on of her ‘trips’. Usagi, took off after the little klepto, but tripped three steps afterward.
Akane slapped a hand over her face and shook her head. I swear this is all Ranma’s fault. No wait, I’m trying to stop thinking that. “Come back here!” Akane charged off after Azusa.
Ranma-Chan looked up and watched her fiancée and the blonde with the odangos chase after Azusa. “Looks like Usagi could use a hand.”
Makoto stopped her stream of questions and turned to see what was going on. She instantly recognized what it was. “Oh no!” Makoto quickly put on her skates. Azusa had already hit the ice and was skating circles around Akane and Usagi. Makoto charged onto the ice and intercepted Azusa. A game of cat and mouse ensued.
Ranma-Chan watched as the two skaters went at it. “Makoto’s not half bad.”
Out of nowhere, a sandy blonde blur streaked out and hit Makoto. Mikado and Makoto slid along the ice. He had her down in a dipped position with his face mere inches from hers. “Don’t mind my ill mannered partner. Let me offer you something in return for all of your trouble.”
Makoto could only stare in shock at the other skater. Didn’t Ranma just plant this guy in the bleachers? “Uhh…what would that be?”
“Why, nothing big. Just a kiss.” He leaned in for the kiss.
They hadn’t been paying attention and they’re slide had taken them in Akane’s direction. She simply held out her fist, and Mikado impacted into it. Makoto slid on, without her partner. She righted herself and skated back around to Akane. “What is he?”
Akane rolled her eyes. “A pervert.”
Mikado stood up and looked into Akane’s eyes. “The beautiful Tendo Akane, what a surprise! I’m sure you’re eager to pick up where we left off.”
Anger flashed over Akane’s features. Her red aura leapt to life. “You will NEVER kiss ME! Got that you PERVERT!”
Mikado ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t deny your feelings, Akane.”
“Deny this!” Akane hauled off and kicked the male member of the golden pair in the crotch. He went sailing across the ice doubled over. Finally he impacted against the far barrier. Akane’s face was twitching in anger.
Usagi joined them on the ice (after falling a couple more times). “We have to get my brooch back!”
Akane nodded her head. “Let’s go beat it out of them.” She started cracking her knuckles.
Mikado pulled himself the wall. He was nothing if not resilient. Azusa skated over to his side. “Well if you want it back, then you can challenge us.”
Akane sneered. “Gladly.”
Mikado shook his head. “Not you, the other two. Although I usually don’t like fighting an unmixed pair, I will make an exception this time. If they win, they get the brooch. If they lose, I get a kiss from both of them.”
Akane shook her head. That’s why he’s making an exception.
Azusa nodded her head. “But you’ll never get Mary-Anne.”
Makoto waved her hand dismissively. “Sure, whatever. We can defeat you.”
Usagi bit her lip. “What are you getting me into, Mako-Chan?”
Mikado smiled. “Martial Arts figure skating.”
Usagi and Makoto’s jaws dropped.
Akane shook her head. “What did you think they were talking about?”
Makoto looked aside as Usagi’s feet slid out from under her and she hit the ice once again. “We’re doomed.”
Mikado and Azusa did a quick turn and skated out to the center of the ice. Mikado spoke. “Akane, if you would be so kind as to clear the ice so we can begin.”
Usagi unsteadily got back to her feet. “What are we doing?”
Akane started to clear the ice. “Just beat them up while skating, no problem.”
Usagi’s face paled.
Makoto smiled. “No problem.”
Azusa smiled. “But you do have a problem. You are facing the only once-defeated Golden Pair of Kolkhoz High, Sanzenin Mikado and Shiratori Azusa.”
Usagi fell over again. Makoto pulled her back to her feet.
“Let’s begin.” Mikado swung Azusa around and sent her sliding across the ice. As she passed Makoto and Usagi, she stuck out her leg and tripped Usagi again. Usagi started one of her crying fits.
“What did you do that for?” Makoto yelled.
Azusa righted herself and skated back over to Mikado. “It’s martial arts figure skating! You can do whatever it takes to defeat your opponent.”
Makoto’s expression hardened in anger. “All right! Then take this!” She grabbed the still bawling Usagi and started skating toward the other pair, dragging Usagi behind. A few feet in front of them, she started to twirl the blonde around, skates extended.
The Golden Pair were hit by the steady stream of tears, first, and Usagi’s feet, second. They quickly righted themselves and began their assault.
Ignored on the sidelines, the two Gold Medallists came out onto the ice. “Welcome to…eh?” They stopped in mid spiel when they saw what was already going on the ice. The blonde man turned to his partner. “What’s going on, Janerin?”
“Beats me, Milsha.” Replied the girl with pink hair with a yellow streak. “But look at the tall one. She has great skill on the ice. She may be one of the Senshi.”
The man nodded. “Yes, go check the computer quickly.” Janerin nodded and went back the way she came.
Milsha watched as the fight went on. The Golden Pair put the two other girls into the goodbye whirl, or would have if the blonde girl hadn’t tripped the boy. The feat seemed purely accidental, but it was a miraculous accident. How in the world did a girl manage to fall like that?
Janerin went into a room and turned on the monitor on the dark kingdom computer bank. It started to analyze the girls on the ice to see if they were Sailor Senshi. The little girl with the sandy-blonde curly hair didn’t match any of the Senshi body types. The blonde with the odangos was a perfect match for Sailor Moon! But that was impossible. There was no way that the Moon Princess could be that klutzy! This computer apparently had a few bugs to be worked out. Finally it settled on the taller girl with the long brown hair. Perfect match for Sailor Jupiter! She rushed back to her partner’s side. “The tall one is Sailor Jupiter! We must strike now!”
Milsha nodded his head. “Yes.”
His and Janerin’s aura grew and turned dark. Then they began to transform. Janerin’s skin turned a light shade of green. Her outfit became a red bikini with a floor length sarong and elbow length red gloves. An alien looking headpiece held back her hair. Milsha’s skin paled and his hair took on a green tint. His outfit transformed into a caped tuxedo. They both sounded off in unison. “Now you all will die! For you face Milsha and Janerin, the Doringclars! The most feared team in the dark kingdom!”
The arena cleared as people started to flee from the fight. Pan told Bra to take Maron and get her to safety. In the meantime she went to find a place to change into costume. Rei, Ami, and Minako went off to do the same. After a few seconds, three Sailor Senshi, and the Great Saiya-Man were on the ice. Ranma-Chan just found a place to sit down in the stands with a tub of popcorn and a soda. Akane walked up to him. “Aren’t you going to do anything?”
In between handfuls of popcorn Ranma-Chan answered. “Nah. The Sailor Senshi and Pan can handle it.”
“But someone could get hurt!” Akane pleaded.
“Come on, Akane! How many times to I get to set on the sidelines? I’d like to enjoy a good fight for once instead of suffering for it.” He looked at Akane. She had that ‘you’ve got to do something’ insistent look in her eyes. “Okay, Okay. I’ll jump in. Here take these.” Ranma handed Akane the pop and popcorn.
Akane looked at the concession food. “Where did you get these?”
Ranma shrugged. “I dunno.” He took off his skates and jumped down to the ice. “Yo! Is this a private party, or can anybody join in?!”
The entire chaos on the ice stopped. Mikado approached her and put a hand on her. “Pigtailed girl. You mustn’t come out here, it’s dangerous.”
Ranma-Chan backhanded him. He crashed through the retaining wall and through the stands and left a nice human shaped hole in the back wall. “Pervert.”
“Mikado!” Azusa started to charge after her partner. She was clotheslined by Milsha. The transformation brooch rolled out onto the ice.
Milsha grinned at the little girl. “Time to die, human!”
“Fire Soul!” A blast of flame struck the youma and he dropped the limp form of Azusa.
Ranma ducked in quickly and scooped the little kleptomaniac and threw her towards Akane. “Akane! Catch! Get her outta here!” Don’t know why I’m doing this…
Akane nodded and caught Azusa. She turned and left the arena.
Janerin skated around towards Usagi. A blade popped out of the elbow of one of her gloves. “Death Spiral!”
Out of nowhere, Tuxedo Kamen swooped in and pulled Usagi out of the way just as the ice was sliced in circular patterns.
Y’know that guy should really decide which side he is on. Ranma thought.
Usagi looked up Tuxedo Kamen. “Why did you save me?”
“I must have the Silver Crystal.”
“You have only bought yourself a short reprieve!” Both the youma spoke together. “We shall still finish you!”
Ranma-Chan shook her head. Hell with it! “Moko Takabisha!” He launched a Ki bolt that knocked both the youma against one of the retaining walls.
Usagi found her brooch and scooped it up. “Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” with a swirl of light, she became Sailor Moon.
“Whoa!” Ranma-Chan and Pan were stunned. How can that clumsy girl be a super hero? They both thought in unison.
At that moment another player entered the arena. Kunzite’s form materialized in the bleachers. “So there you are Sailor Senshi!” He looked over at Tuxedo Kamen. “I pity you Endymion. This is what you get for interfering with me.” With a motion of his hands an orb that looked like it had grown out of the ceiling began to glow. Huge vents opened up and started to shower the rink with ice. Icicles formed on everyone and they fell to the ground.
Kunzite laughed. “Enjoy the freezing torture of absolute zero degrees. Once you’ve become ice statues, I will return for the Silver Crystal.” He faded from sight.
“Kunzite!” Tuxedo Kamen shouted.
All the senshi started shouting, “It’s sooo cold!”
Pan looked around. What kind of person freezes their own troops and allies? She thought. She looked up and saw the glowing red orb. That must be it. She transformed to Super Saiyan. Her Ki formed a shield around her. “Kamehameha!” She shot off a Ki blast the destroyed the orb and punched through the roof. The shower of cold stopped.
The two youma stood up and started yelling.
“Hurry, Sailor Moon!” Mars shouted.
Moon pulling out the Moon Wand. “Moon Healing Escalation!” The healing energy struck the pair and returned them to human form, both passed out from the ordeal. She quickly turned around. “Tuxedo Kamen! Where did you go?!”
Ranma pointed over his shoulder. “He went dat’a way.”
Everyone froze in place. They just realized that the Great Saiyaman and Ranko both knew Moon’s secret. Moon went up to them. “You won’t tell anyone who I really am, will you?!”
Pan waved her hand in a ‘don’t worry about it’ motion. “We’re both trustworthy. We will not betray you. Right, Ranko?”
Ranma-Chan shrugged. “Sure, whatever.”
“So many lovely ladies, and so little time!”
Ranma-Chan rolled her eyes. “Guess which pervert just woke up.”
Everyone went over and started to beat Mikado to a pulp.
Later, Ranma-Chan and Akane were walking away from the ice arena. Ranma-Chan turned to Akane. “I’m never going skating again!”
Akane sighed. “I don’t blame you.”