Breeding Lines - give me a better title!
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A Tenchi Muyo Fanfic

TM and all characters owned by Hitoshi Okuda.  Sue some of the better
writers, leave ME alone.

This takes place after the 13'th Episode of the Ryo-Ohki series.

***

[Scene opens on a typical breakfast at the Masaki residence.  Washu is
attempting to explain something to Mihoshi (she's a glutton for punishment,
maybe?).  Aeka and Ryoko are arguing.  Tenchi's father is mysteriously
absent.  Sasami is serving food.  Ryo-Ohki is gorging on a carrot.  Tenchi
is studiouly trying to ignore everyone.

The scene continues for a few moments, until a sonic boom is heard, and the
whole house shakes.  Tenchi jumps up and runs outside, the others hot on
his heels. (Well, Ryoko took her usual shortcut and just flew through the
roof, but you get the idea.)

As they exit, they see a boy sitting on the dock of the house. 
Disappearing into the sky is a small Jurian ship.]

Aeka: A noble's ship?  Why would one of those be here?

[Her musings are brought to a halt as the boy walks up and bows to Tenchi. 
He's appears to be about 12 or 13, with an open face that is obviously
going to be handsome.  Right now, he's mostly cute.  He hasn't reached his
growth spurt yet.  His hair is a bright neon green, and is pulled back from
his face to be tied down his back in a thick braid that reaches his behind.
 He's wearing a loose white shirt and brown pants.  Over the shirt he wears
a blue vest.]

Boy: Tenchi Masaki, I presume?

Tenchi: [suprised, a little wary] Yes, I am.

Boy: [beaming] Great!  Then Miss Washu is here!

[Washu pushes Tenchi out of the way, and stands in front of the boy.  She's
able to look him eye to eye.]

Washu: That's me, the Number 1 Genius Scientist in the Universe!

[The boy is suprised, and pulls a photo out of his pocket.  He looks at the
photo, then looks at Washu.  He repeats this several times, growing more
and more confused.]

Boy: [verge of tears] But...but...you CAN'T be!  [Shows her the picture,
it's a faded and worn picture of her face in her older form.  Washu looks
at it for a second.  Next thing we see, she's in her adult form.  Her very
buxom adult form.  Her...oh forget it, let's just say Washu can be pretty
damn hot when she wants to.]

Washu: [looks down at the boy, his eye level is about 6 inches below her
bust] Is this better?

Boy: [awestruck, takes a step back, then hugs her tightly]  Grandma!

Collective: [facefault] GRANDMA?!

[fadeout]

***

[Fadein on Washu's lab.  She (back in her small form) has the boy in the
same get-up she usually has Tenchi in, however, he still has his pants on. 
The others are watching from a few steps away.  Washu puts a gun-like
object on his arm for a moment, he yelps and gives her a dark glare.]

Boy: That hurt!

[Washu ignores him, takes the gun-like device to another table, where she
removes a small container from it and places it in another machine. 
Washu's usual screen and keyboard aparatus appears, and she types furiously
on it for a few moments, then sighs.]

Washu: He's definitely a descendant of mine.

Aeka: How do you know for sure, Little Washu?

[The boy looks confused at the 'Little Washu' bit.  Washu brightens and
gives Aeka an 'I was hoping you'd ask that' look.  Another screen appears,
much bigger than the others.  On it, the double helix of a DNA fragment is
displayed.  A short portion of the segment is high-lighted.]

Washu: I changed my DNA so all of my descendants would have THAT sequence.
[She punches a few keys, and the word 'DECODING' appears over the display. 
Under the high-lighted fragment, text appears.]

Tenchi: [reading] 'Washu was here.'

Aeka: [shocked] Miss Washu!  How could you do something like that?

Washu: [shrugging]  I was bored, I had access to a DNA re-sequencer, I was
drunk, it seemed like a good idea at the time.  [Moves to release the boy.]
 So it's official, you're my descendant, at least.  [She pauses.] What's
your name?

Boy: Ichi, ma'am, pleased to meet you.

Washu: [beaming at him]  Such a polite boy!  So why are you here, Ichi?

Ichi: [walks over to his vest, pulls out a data-cube he gives to Washu.]  I
am the final product of your experiment, ma'am.

[The others facefault, Washu looks confused. Fadeout.]

***

[Fade in to the living room.  The group is sitting, watching Washu type
away at her terminal, Ichi looking over her shoulder.  The rest of their
expressions are varied - Ryoko and Aeka suspicous; Tenchi and Sasami openly
curious; Mihoshi confused (what else is new?).  On the screen, a long list
of names is scrolling past.  Every so often Washu's eyes widen or she
whistles softly.]

Washu: [a little awestruck] If I didn't see it before me, I wouldn't
believe it.  They actually did it.  One hundred and eleven generations, and
they actually did it.

Ryoko: [exasperated] Did WHAT, [sarcastic] Mom?

Washu: [excitement growing]  A little something I thought up while at the
Space Academy.  [suddenly hugs Ichi, his face turns a little red] I'm so
proud!  My perfect little grandson!

[Her continued exposition is cut off by another sonic boom, and a loud
voice.]

Voice: ICHI!!!!!!

[Ichi extracts himself from Washu, and sighs.  He stands up.]

Ichi: Excuse me, be right back.  [Starts mumbling under his breath.]
<grumble> <mutter> Jurians <mutter> <grumble>

[He walks out of the house.  The others look at each other, confused, and
go to follow him.  Ichi is standing on the dock, yelling up at the sky, in
which floats the same ship that brought him down earlier.]

Voice: Ichi, what is the meaning of this note?!

Ichi: [yelling back up at the ship]  Just what it says, you jerk!  I am NOT
marrying your sister!  Leave me alone!  [A point on the ship starts to
glow.]  Don't you dare hurt even one board of Mr. Masaki's house!

Tenchi: [eyes wide] Marry...

Aeka: [same expression] ...his sister?

[The glow starts to subside, and then lances out to near Ichi's feet. 
Everyone jumps, Mihoshi shrieks.  A bright flash is seen.  At Ichi's feet,
exactly one board is vaporized.]

Ichi: [Furious.]  YOU JERK!  [Holds up one arm and points it at the ship,
puts his other hand on his arm to support it like a gun.]  LEAVE.  [His arm
jerks, and a red force bolt flies past the ship.] ME. [Another, the bolt
flies closer.] ALONE! [The third bolt hits the ship, doing no damage but
rocking it slightly.  The ship starts to fly away, chased by Ichi's force
bolts.]

[The spectators focus their attention back on Ichi.  His arm is still
pointed at where the ship disappeared, the shirt burned away up to his
shoulder.  His arm is smoking.]

Ichi: [disgusted] Jurians!  For Heaven's sake!

[fadeout]

***

[fadein on the living room again.  Ichi hands his shirt to Washu, who dumps
it in one of her hyperspatial holes, and pulls a replacement out of
another.  Ichi watches this, eyes wide.]

Ichi: [putting the shirt on] How do you do that?

Washu: [smug] They don't call me the Number One Genius Scientist in the
Universe for nothing!

Ryoko: [barely audible] The only person who calls you that is you.  [A
small statue appears out of a hyperspatial hole above her head and lands on
her.]

Washu: Be nice to your mother.

[Ichi looks at Ryoko and then at Washu.  He's very confused.]

Ichi: Grandma, she's your daughter?  Does that mean she's my-

Washu: She's your Aunt Ryoko.

[Ichi stands, walks over to Ryoko, and gives her a big hug.]

Ichi: Hi Auntie Ryoko!

[Ryoko turns a bit red herself - she's not good at innocent displays of
affection.  She's very stiff.  Aeka and Mihoshi giggle at her
embarassment.]

Ryoko: [Stuttering, pats him on the shoulder]  H-hi, Ichi.

Aeka: [trying to hold in a giggle] How cute.  [Smiles innocently into
Ryoko's deadly gaze.]  Ichi, could you please explain what was going on
with that ship?

[Ichi turns to her, and his eyes suddenly widen as he notices something. 
He yelps and tries to hide behind Ryoko.]

Ichi: You're Jurian!

Aeka: [confused and irritated] Why yes, I am.

Ichi: Jurians are evil!  [Ryoko barks with laughter.  This time Aeka's
giving the deadly gaze while Ryoko's trying to look innocent.]  They keep
on trying to make me marry them!

Mihoshi: But Mr. Ichi, why would they do that?

Washu: [Pointing at her terminal window] This is why, Aeka.  He's got royal
blood.  [She turns the screen so Aeka can read it, her eyes widen.]

Aeka: Emperor Hareko!?!  But that's impossible!  Grandfather Hareko was the
first of the Jurian Purists!  He would never knowingly breed with an
offworder... [trails off as the implications hit her, she blushes]

Washu: Whatever the reason, according to this, he's also Ichi's ancestor. 
So Ichi is really...

Aeka: [breathy voice] Another Jurian prince, so any noble house marrying
him would automatically be a royal house.

Ichi: [wide eyed, like a kid who's discovered he's really rich]  I'm a
prince?  NEAT!  [scowls]  I still don't want to marry anyone.  It wasn't
nice of them to keep on bugging me.

Ryoko: Well, Princess, it seems there's an alternative to my Tenchi after
all.  [Ichi eeps and hides behind Ryoko again.]

Ichi: NO WAY!

Aeka: [stiffly] I think not.  Ichi, come out please.  [Ichi peaks around
from Ryoko.]  You don;t have to worry, I won't make you marry anyone.

Ichi: [small voice] Promise?

Aeka: [smiling kindly]  I promise.  [Ichi comes around from Ryoko, won't
leave her side though.]

Ichi: [still wary] OK, but remember, you promised!

[Sasami chooses this as a moment to introduce herself.  Walks up to Ichi,
who's still watching Aeka warily, and doesn't notice her.]

Sasami: [cheerful, trying to be friendly] Hi!  I'm Sasami, you want to be
friends?

[Ichi turns to look at her, and suddenly starts to blush.  It takes him a
few moments to work out words.]

Ichi: [stuttering] S-sure.

Sasami: Yay! [grabs his hand, drags him toward the kitchen] Come on, you
can help me in the kitchen!

[Ichi resists for a moment, giving Washu a helpless look.  She nods
slightly, and he lets Sasami drag him off.  Everyone watches the two
disappear.  Ryoko and Aeka have toughtful looks on their faces.]

Ryoko: He's the right age for her...

Aeka: ...and he's a prince...

Washu: [threatening tone] Don't go there, girls.

[Ryoko and Aeka look startled and give Washu a guilty look, blushing]

Aeka: Why...I...I would never...excuse me!  [Runs out of the house.]

Ryoko: It...it was just a thought...gotta go! [Exits]

[Tenchi has a resigned look.  He sighs, and heads upstairs.]

Tenchi: I'll go set up another futon in my room.

[Cut to a shadow-shrouded doorway.  Yosho's face comes into the light.]

Yosho: [thought] Hmm...trouble.


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Christopher Angel
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-The road to hell is paved with good intentions. -Old proverb.
-People forget that the same road leads to heaven. -Response