Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½, Birdy the Mighty, Tenchi Muyo, Dirty Pair Flash, or any of the other anime I may reference.

Author's Notes: I have a fondness for writing sequels as I'm sure you all have guessed. I usually have to write something humorous after writing a serious story. This is a blend of both seriousness and humor. I hope you all enjoy!

Kikuko the Mighty

Chapter 1

The young Galaxy Police recruit smiled brightly as she pondered her future in her future career. Other officers stopped and stared at the rookie girl in wonder. It wasn't just that she was unbelievably hot. It also wasn't her tight uniform. What caught their attention was the fluid way that she walked. No, walking was too vulgar a term. The girl flowed through the hallways. She had to smile at the dumbstruck, and in some cases love struck, looks she was getting. The problem with superior genetics was that you were easily noticed. Before she gave herself a swelled head, the girl brought herself back down to the ground. Today was the day she would be partnered to a more experienced officer. When the chief announced this, he seemed vaguely worried about something, but it couldn't be important. Her new partner's name was Mihoshi.

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Mihoshi frowned at what she was seeing. It was the same face that had stared back at her from the mirror every day of her life, but something was wrong. With concentration writ clearly on her face, she pushed her hat an inch to the left and smiled in childish delight. Today was going to be a great day. She was getting a new partner! Kikuko had tested exceptionally well in everything, especially hand to hand, and she was smart enough for three people. That sort of thing excited Mihoshi. Despite what people thought, she did realize what a ditz she was and knew that she needed a lot of help. When someone this much better than her was made her partner, she wasn't upset. Oh no, she was delighted. It meant less pressure on her to do better and that if something goes wrong then someone competent was there to make everything better. With a spring in her step, she went down to the ship. Today was Kikuko's first day on patrol after all.

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The blonde stood outside the ship, fidgeting impatiently. Her eyes scanning the area carefully to see where her new partner would come from. The doors opened and a young woman stepped into the ship's hangar. Mihoshi felt vaguely outdone as Kikuko walked up to her. The girl was at least five-foot-nine. Her uniform clung to her well proportioned figure like a second skin and her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. Her hair was red with purple and blue locks with a few wisps of hair framing her face. Kikuko's large blue eyes sparkled as she regarded her partner, her mouth quirked in a smile. The blonde began feeling definitely inferior and became even more of a ditz than usual.

"H-hi…" she said shyly. Kikuko blinked. She began wondering what could have triggered that. The senior officer was acting like a skittish teenager and not like the professional she should be. The redhead assumed it must be because her reputation preceded her. It drove her mad to find out that everybody knew her parents and kept matching her up to them. Ranma and Birdy Saotome were legends among the Galaxy Police for single-handedly reforming the super criminal Revi and killing the most wanted criminal in the galaxy, Happosai. It was time she took the initiative and introduced herself.

"Hello. I'm Kikuko Saotome. You are…Mihoshi, correct?" when the girl nodded hesitantly, the redhead dropped the formalities and smiled. "Pleased to meet you. Want to be friends?" she held her hand out. Mihoshi blinked but took her hand and pumped it once. Some of the starch returned to her spine and she seemed to visibly perk up.

"Sure we can be friends! C'mon Kiku-chan! Let's go!" the new girl let out a startled 'eep' as she was dragged onto the ship. The redhead began wondering what she had just gotten herself into. Then her new friend said the words that would forever haunt her dreams.

"I'll drive!"

A few months later in a crowded bar far, far, away…-

Karaoke night, another two words that would live on in infamy. Mihoshi was currently up on stage singing a song from one of the latest pop albums on Earth. The crowd was ugly and not just in appearance. The blonde had been hogging the mike all evening and showed no signs of stopping. Kikuko wanted to cry, but martial artists don't cry. At least, they don't cry in public. She promised herself a good, long cry when she got home. If she got home. Her partner seemed to have been cursed with Uncle Ryoga's direction sense. Mihoshi was so nice that it was practically impossible to be angry at her. Then again, some people are just naturally angry. Hence the angry crowd gathering around the stage.

"Shit." She said with deep, heartfelt disgust and resignation. This was not going to be pretty no matter how it went. The girl stood up in her red tee shirt, black jeans and black sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in a high pony-tail and she shrugged on her black leather jacket, metal plates were affixed to the shoulders. Her friend's outfit was a blue dress with white leggings and blue boots. The two of them looked like an angel and a demon. Whenever Mihoshi dressed she just had to coordinate herself with her friend. The crowd certainly wouldn't appreciate such fashion sense, but they could appreciate the way Mihoshi was gyrating and bouncing about.

"Hey baby! Why don't we go out back for a good time!" a guy in the crowd called with a leer. The song faltered. The ditzy police girl wasn't as stupid as they thought she was. A quick count told her she was outnumbered and that this outfit was a stupid idea. Then she saw Kikuko stand up. The numbers were still unfair, but now they were bad for her "admirers". One guy tried to climb onstage, but a slim hand grabbed him by the back of his neck and flung him into a knot of his friends, flattening them.

"Excuse me." Kikuko said in the silence that followed. The men turned to look at her. Her blue eyes burned with her already swelling aura.

"Whaddya want?" one idiot asked.

"Leave her alone or deal with me." She said, her breath coming out in puffs of steam as if the air were cold.

"We got two for the price of one!" another idiot shouted. The crowd suddenly surged in two directions. One group went for the stage while the other went for the irate redhead. Poor guys never stood a chance. The Saotome child wove through her attackers as slick as quicksilver and quicker than greased lighting leaving fallen attackers in her wake. Each blow was powerful enough to incapacitate instantly. The remaining fools began drawing weapons, but weren't given the time needed to use them as the red blur sent them to the floor where they didn't rise again.

"Drawing a weapon on an officer is against the law!" Mihoshi shouted as she whipped out her blaster. The blaster went off several dozen times of it's own accord before she got into the prescribed two handed stance, but there was no need. All her opponents were staring in absolute horror, smoke coming off their clothes and their hair poofed out.

"W-wait! It's Mihoshi! Run away!" one guy in the back cried out as the remaining guys ran for their lives. Who hadn't heard the tales of the combat genius who pretended to be a ditzy blonde girl? Her name was legendary and was synonymous with destruction. It was with these thoughts in mind that the men took off running and didn't stop. Mihoshi blinked. Kikuko blinked. A man groaned in the corner. That did it. The two girls started laughing. The blonde stumbled off the stage, laughing her head off as her friend fell against her for support. The police women slumped to the ground laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Th-that was priceless!" Kikuko gasped when she managed to get a breath.

"Did you see their faces?" Mihoshi crowed with laughter as she struggled to regain her composure. The two of them were certainly an odd couple, but it was hard to deny that they were friends. In the time the two of them had known each other they'd been in more danger than anyone had a right to be. Lucky for them, Mihoshi was an idiot savant with an unknown number of skills and Kikuko happened to be one of the greatest martial artists in the universe. Their name was even more feared than the Dirty Pair, whoops, that's Lovely Angels. Speaking of the Lovely Angels, the 3WA had requested some assistance. Back to work.

"C'mon…Let's go back to the ship." Kikuko said as she helped her still laughing companion back to her feet before leading her back to the ship. How this odd couple remained friends, no one knew. One was hyper intelligent and competent while the other was a ditz and incompetent. It was just one of those things.

On the way to 3WA HQ-

Kei and Yuri were on their way to meet the GP officers that were assigned to help them on their latest assignment. The young girls were hardly older than seventeen and looked to be anything but capable. Those who knew them knew for a fact that they weren't capable, but had the Devil's own luck that had seen them through on more than one occasion. The two were supposed to be heading back to World's World. Apparently a madman had begun infecting the harmless androids and turning them into things capable of killing. Fortunately, no one has been killed yet, but the spaceport has been shut down to quarantine the virus that was causing it.

Kei was a well built girl with a natural dark tint to her skin that looked like a healthy tan. A red vest was worn over a white body suit that resembled a bathing suit that showed plenty of cleavage. She had on red bracers and red shorts, her shoes were red and black. Her hair was two-tone, blonde predominant with a wild tuft of orange hair; green eyes completed her appearance as did the red choker. Her partner Yuri was a slender girl who wore a blue bodysuit with a white vest that showed the underside of her breasts, a button holding the vest closed. Half gloves were on her hands. Her eyes were blue with long, flowing purple hair. She was wearing a strange white skirt that showed her hips. Her skin was delicately pale. Men generally fell over themselves to get a better look and see if the view was better from the front or behind. As one particular man got too persistent, a hand shot out, grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and hurled him into a row of trashcans. The Lovely Angels spun around to see what that was and came face to face with a gorgeous redheaded girl that appeared to be a little older than them and an attractive blonde girl whose skin was the same shade as Kei's.

"What the hell's goin' on?" Kei asked eloquently.

"That guy was tryin' to cop a feel. What kind of person would I be if I allowed that to happen?" the redhead asked with a smile.

"Guys like that should be locked in cages…" the blonde said with a thin veneer of calm that was containing her anger.

"Oh I know exactly what you mean! It's a crime to be so beautiful!" Yuri proclaimed dramatically. The others sweatdropped at the announcement, but let it slide. The redheaded girl suddenly slapped her forehead.

"How rude of us! My name's Kikuko and this is my friend Mihoshi." She gestured to the blonde. The green eyed one blinked before laughing.

"That's kind of funny…I'm got a cousin from back home named Mihoshi. Ran off to be a Galaxy Police officer." She laughed so hard she thought she would pee herself, but Mihoshi's next words stopped the laughter.

"Kei?" the other girl nodded dumbly just before the blonde squealed and glomped onto her little cousin. The girl began waving her arms frantically as old memories came flooding back. The only reason Kei was as strong and durable as she is today is because of these hugs, and all the bad luck that would follow them when they were together. Yuri giggled.

"So she's your crazy cousin!" the girl exclaimed before laughing hysterically.

"Y-you think I'm crazy?" Mihoshi whimpered pathetically. Kei quickly hugged the older girl.

"No! Of course I don't! W-why would I think that? Heh heh…" the girl was behaving strangely to Yuri. She wasn't normally so nice. When she asked Kikuko about it, the redhead shrugged.

"She has that effect on people." She replied. The reunion continued for quite some time as the four began walking in the same direction. They talked about a variety of things. If Yuri was guiding the conversation it turned into boys and fashion. If Kei was leading it was guns and high explosives. Mihoshi tended to go all over with the conversation, but Kikuko didn't talk about martial arts. They made it to the 3WA building and prepared to go their separate ways. After a tearful farewell, the four girls began walking…up the stairs. The two duos looked at each other in curiosity. As the explanations came out, it quickly became apparent that they would be working together. The director's office came into view. The secretary seemed less than enthusiastic about seeing them. With everything Kikuko had heard she could understand why. They caused more destruction than Vash the Stampede. She shuddered as she wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

"Kami help us…"

End Chapter

Author's Notes: First chapter is ready to go! Next chapter will be ready soon as well! What could possibly go wrong for our heroines? With the Dirty Pair and Mihoshi, a lot. Stay tuned for the next part of this exciting story! Ja ne!