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Flowering Potential.
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Comments, Constructive criticisum and Praise welcome & can be sent to cobalt@elhazard.net.
Flames will be sent to the electronic ether.
P.S. The continuity used is basically OAV based with the addition of Kiyone from the TV
series and Minagi from the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series depicted within, but go buy it anyway.
Conventions:
~ ~ are used for thoughts and Telepathic communication.
The series is archived at http://www.lum.co.uk/cobalt/
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Prologue
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It was another normal day at the Masaki household. The sun was shining (Washu's weather
control net doing its work again), The birds were singing, The rich aroma of Sasami's
cooking filling the air and the dull booms of explosions echoing from the mountains.
Yes, a normal day.
Detective First Class Kiyone of the Galaxy Police barely flinched at the explosions
anymore. She sighed and turned to her companion.
"Do they have to be so loud about it?" She complained.
Sitting primly, as one of her stature should Ayeka, First Princess of the Jurai Royal Family
smiled faintly.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have allowed Mihoshi to take you out to that karaoke bar last
night."
Kiyone groaned at the memory, or lack of it. "You know, it is just about the only place
where Mihoshi is normal."
"Really?" Came the fascinated voice of Washu, Self-proclaimed Greatest Genius Scientist
in the Universe and resident Miss Fix-it. The redhead was sat on one of the support beams,
typing away at the projected computer that was her trademark. "I'll have to investigate that.
It could save me a lot of work."
"Then you can take her out to the karaoke bar next time."
Everybody's face's slipped into pained grimaces at the sound of "Wow Miss Washu, you
mean that really?" It was a voice completely devoid of anything resembling thought.
Detective First Class Mihoshi, partner to Kiyone, was awake.
"There was a time where people like that would be shot." Ayeka muttered. "Why my
Great-grandfather banned it I'll never know."
The house rocked to the concussion of another explosion.
"They must be having a good workout." Washu observed.
Outside the house and up the mountain was an area of billowing smoke. If you looked
carefully one could see lights flashing inside it and maybe hear the sounds of fighting.
As the smoke began to clear, two shapes could be made out. They looked remarkably
similar. They continued fighting for a few minutes; their exertions helping to disperse the
remaining smoke. At first glance you would think you were seeing double, as it seemed as if
someone was fighting themselves. While the combatants could be twins, after a few seconds
one could see differences. One was slightly shorter and had a more ornate sword than the
other. The fact that the swords were apparently made of light didn't seem to bother them as
they stood in en guarde positions. As one they nodded and the swords disappeared, allowing
them to catch their breath. The taller, elder looking one walked over to the other and spoke.
"You know," The taller woman said, carefully looking around to see no one was looking,
"you are a better swordswoman than I am Minagi."
The young woman called Minagi smiled slightly. "Thanks Ryoko. But you are more
experienced than I am."
Ryoko looked around again and leaned down to whisper in Minagi's ear.
"That's what sisters are for."
"Thanks for the compliment Mom." Minagi whispered back.
The both of them chuckled slightly at the private joke. Minagi was essentially a clone of
Ryoko, the marks on her face testifying to the difference between them. The scientist who
made her, Minagi's father Yakage, had been a former student of Washu's and had stolen
some of Ryoko's DNA while SHE was being created and had added some of his own. Being
but a clone of the original however made the faded genetic material mostly recessive. This
made Ryoko Minagi's mother genetically, but for most intents and purposes her Sister.
"I wonder how Tenchi is doing?" Ryoko mused.
Minagi sighed. Another difference was her kinder and gentler personality, something that
made her worry about Tenchi's health sometimes.
"He is no doubt fine. Give him a break, BEFORE you break him. Tenchi is under a lot of
stress any way." She giggled. "He has to deal with all of us for instance."
Ryoko pouted. "You take the fun out of everything." She grumbled.
***
Ryo-Ohki let out a pleased "MIYA!" as she pulled out a carrot from the ground and began
to eat it.
Tenchi watched this with an amused expression before sighing and continuing with his
work.
"At least I don't have practice today." He muttered.
Tenchi lost track of the time as he focused on his work, and it was a worried tugging at his
coat by Ryo-Ohki that brought him out of it.
"Marooow?" The little Catgirl asked. Tenchi couldn't speak Cabbit, but had been working
on his understanding of inflection.
"What Ryo-Ohki?" He asked kindly.
"Carrot."
Tenchi blinked. The only time he had heard Ryo-Ohki speak was when she had assimilated
the Mass a few months back. His gaze fell on the full basket.
"Thanks Ryo-Ohki."
"Miya." She responded.
Tenchi stood up and stretched, noting that it was getting late.
"I think it's time we were heading home, don't you?"
Ryo-Ohki nodded.
Tenchi walked over and picked up the basket, slinging it over his shoulders before taking
Ryo-Ohki's hand.
"Shall we go?"
An affirmative "Miya." was his response.
***
The sun was beginning to set as the two gatherers arrived at the house, Tenchi noting with
satisfaction that there seemed to be no signs of repairs. He walked in the kitchen door.
"Hello Tenchi! Welcome Home!" The cheerful cook of the house, Princess Sasami,
greeted him. There was an audible pop as Ryo-Ohki reverted to her Cabbit form. The little
thing bounded across to Sasami, then leapt from vantage point to vantage point to land on the
young lady's head. Sasami gave a delighted giggle.
"Hi Sasami. How's dinner going?"
"Fine Tenchi." The girl's bubbling enthusiasm for her work was always present, and quite
nearly infectious. Tenchi sometimes wished he could catch it.
"Give Ryo-Ohki some extra carrots today, she earned them."
"But Tenchi," Sasami began, "you know Washu has her on a diet."
Tenchi gave a rare knowing smile. "She'll agree." He said before walking into the chaos
that was his front room.
"Tenchi!" The cry came from several directions.
Tenchi however was ready this time. "Hi, Sasami's going to be a little late with dinner. She
has to prepare some extra carrots for Ryo-Ohki."
"She's on a diet." Washu said, turning to look over her shoulder.
Tenchi had about two seconds before Ryoko and Ayeka squashed him.
"She spoke again, so I thought she should have a treat."
Tenchi hid his satisfaction that Ryoko and Ayeka stopped their race to him. Ryo-Ohki
speaking was just about the one thing that could snap the girls out of their lustful competition,
and Tenchi was no fool to take advantage of that fact.
"Really? Then I suppose it's alright then." Washu said.
"What did she say?" Asked Ryoko.
"What else? Carrot."
"What else indeed." Ayeka smiled.
"Ten-chi." Came a small voice from the floor.
Ryo-Ohki was sat on the floor beside Tenchi, chewing happily on a carrot. Smiling faintly
Tenchi bent down to give the Cabbit a friendly pat. At the contact Tenchi felt his power
surge and there was a small flash. Blinking to recover he found Ryo-Ohki looking at him.
"Tenchi?" She asked. She turned her head to Ryoko. "Ryoko?" There was no uncertainty
over her pronunciation. She turned to look at Washu. "Washu?" She did the same for
Ayeka, Kiyone, Mihoshi, Minagi and Sasami. They were a bit disappointed that their names
and carrot were all she could say, but it was a large step in the right direction. Tenchi used
the confusion of the makeshift celebration to go upstairs and get changed.
***
It was late at night and Mihoshi was a bit tipsy. She was also walking through Washu's lab.
Run now folks.
Mumbling to herself, she wobbled towards Washu. Occasionally she bumped into a piece
of equipment, causing it to switch on, do something unexpected, then switch off.
You still here?!? Run I said!
Amazingly nothing untoward happened, unless of course you count the bowl of petunias
appearing 300 miles above the US and causing a panic in the military that nearly started
WWIII, but that's small fry compared to what could have happened.
What did I say?
Washu was sitting on a floating pillow, typing up today's events. She was in her junk room,
where the piles of failed or destroyed experiments towered over her.
"Um... Miss Washu? The soap is about to start." Mihoshi said timidly.
"Wha...? Oh right. I'll be done in a few seconds."
A few seconds later Washu heard a crash and snoring. With a groan, she made to turn and
look before she realised where she was. Sighing, she returned to her typing.
Had she looked, she would have noticed a glow from one of the piled up devices and
Mihoshi muttering in her sleep. It could have saved a lot of bother.
Flowering Potential.
====================
Comments, Constructive criticisum and Praise welcome & can be sent to cobalt@elhazard.net.
Flames will be sent to the electronic ether.
P.S. The continuity used is basically OAV based with the addition of Kiyone from the TV
series and Minagi from the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series depicted within, but go buy it anyway.
Conventions:
~ ~ are used for thoughts and Telepathic communication.
The series is archived at http://www.lum.co.uk/cobalt/
########
Prologue
########
It was another normal day at the Masaki household. The sun was shining (Washu's weather
control net doing its work again), The birds were singing, The rich aroma of Sasami's
cooking filling the air and the dull booms of explosions echoing from the mountains.
Yes, a normal day.
Detective First Class Kiyone of the Galaxy Police barely flinched at the explosions
anymore. She sighed and turned to her companion.
"Do they have to be so loud about it?" She complained.
Sitting primly, as one of her stature should Ayeka, First Princess of the Jurai Royal Family
smiled faintly.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have allowed Mihoshi to take you out to that karaoke bar last
night."
Kiyone groaned at the memory, or lack of it. "You know, it is just about the only place
where Mihoshi is normal."
"Really?" Came the fascinated voice of Washu, Self-proclaimed Greatest Genius Scientist
in the Universe and resident Miss Fix-it. The redhead was sat on one of the support beams,
typing away at the projected computer that was her trademark. "I'll have to investigate that.
It could save me a lot of work."
"Then you can take her out to the karaoke bar next time."
Everybody's face's slipped into pained grimaces at the sound of "Wow Miss Washu, you
mean that really?" It was a voice completely devoid of anything resembling thought.
Detective First Class Mihoshi, partner to Kiyone, was awake.
"There was a time where people like that would be shot." Ayeka muttered. "Why my
Great-grandfather banned it I'll never know."
The house rocked to the concussion of another explosion.
"They must be having a good workout." Washu observed.
Outside the house and up the mountain was an area of billowing smoke. If you looked
carefully one could see lights flashing inside it and maybe hear the sounds of fighting.
As the smoke began to clear, two shapes could be made out. They looked remarkably
similar. They continued fighting for a few minutes; their exertions helping to disperse the
remaining smoke. At first glance you would think you were seeing double, as it seemed as if
someone was fighting themselves. While the combatants could be twins, after a few seconds
one could see differences. One was slightly shorter and had a more ornate sword than the
other. The fact that the swords were apparently made of light didn't seem to bother them as
they stood in en guarde positions. As one they nodded and the swords disappeared, allowing
them to catch their breath. The taller, elder looking one walked over to the other and spoke.
"You know," The taller woman said, carefully looking around to see no one was looking,
"you are a better swordswoman than I am Minagi."
The young woman called Minagi smiled slightly. "Thanks Ryoko. But you are more
experienced than I am."
Ryoko looked around again and leaned down to whisper in Minagi's ear.
"That's what sisters are for."
"Thanks for the compliment Mom." Minagi whispered back.
The both of them chuckled slightly at the private joke. Minagi was essentially a clone of
Ryoko, the marks on her face testifying to the difference between them. The scientist who
made her, Minagi's father Yakage, had been a former student of Washu's and had stolen
some of Ryoko's DNA while SHE was being created and had added some of his own. Being
but a clone of the original however made the faded genetic material mostly recessive. This
made Ryoko Minagi's mother genetically, but for most intents and purposes her Sister.
"I wonder how Tenchi is doing?" Ryoko mused.
Minagi sighed. Another difference was her kinder and gentler personality, something that
made her worry about Tenchi's health sometimes.
"He is no doubt fine. Give him a break, BEFORE you break him. Tenchi is under a lot of
stress any way." She giggled. "He has to deal with all of us for instance."
Ryoko pouted. "You take the fun out of everything." She grumbled.
***
Ryo-Ohki let out a pleased "MIYA!" as she pulled out a carrot from the ground and began
to eat it.
Tenchi watched this with an amused expression before sighing and continuing with his
work.
"At least I don't have practice today." He muttered.
Tenchi lost track of the time as he focused on his work, and it was a worried tugging at his
coat by Ryo-Ohki that brought him out of it.
"Marooow?" The little Catgirl asked. Tenchi couldn't speak Cabbit, but had been working
on his understanding of inflection.
"What Ryo-Ohki?" He asked kindly.
"Carrot."
Tenchi blinked. The only time he had heard Ryo-Ohki speak was when she had assimilated
the Mass a few months back. His gaze fell on the full basket.
"Thanks Ryo-Ohki."
"Miya." She responded.
Tenchi stood up and stretched, noting that it was getting late.
"I think it's time we were heading home, don't you?"
Ryo-Ohki nodded.
Tenchi walked over and picked up the basket, slinging it over his shoulders before taking
Ryo-Ohki's hand.
"Shall we go?"
An affirmative "Miya." was his response.
***
The sun was beginning to set as the two gatherers arrived at the house, Tenchi noting with
satisfaction that there seemed to be no signs of repairs. He walked in the kitchen door.
"Hello Tenchi! Welcome Home!" The cheerful cook of the house, Princess Sasami,
greeted him. There was an audible pop as Ryo-Ohki reverted to her Cabbit form. The little
thing bounded across to Sasami, then leapt from vantage point to vantage point to land on the
young lady's head. Sasami gave a delighted giggle.
"Hi Sasami. How's dinner going?"
"Fine Tenchi." The girl's bubbling enthusiasm for her work was always present, and quite
nearly infectious. Tenchi sometimes wished he could catch it.
"Give Ryo-Ohki some extra carrots today, she earned them."
"But Tenchi," Sasami began, "you know Washu has her on a diet."
Tenchi gave a rare knowing smile. "She'll agree." He said before walking into the chaos
that was his front room.
"Tenchi!" The cry came from several directions.
Tenchi however was ready this time. "Hi, Sasami's going to be a little late with dinner. She
has to prepare some extra carrots for Ryo-Ohki."
"She's on a diet." Washu said, turning to look over her shoulder.
Tenchi had about two seconds before Ryoko and Ayeka squashed him.
"She spoke again, so I thought she should have a treat."
Tenchi hid his satisfaction that Ryoko and Ayeka stopped their race to him. Ryo-Ohki
speaking was just about the one thing that could snap the girls out of their lustful competition,
and Tenchi was no fool to take advantage of that fact.
"Really? Then I suppose it's alright then." Washu said.
"What did she say?" Asked Ryoko.
"What else? Carrot."
"What else indeed." Ayeka smiled.
"Ten-chi." Came a small voice from the floor.
Ryo-Ohki was sat on the floor beside Tenchi, chewing happily on a carrot. Smiling faintly
Tenchi bent down to give the Cabbit a friendly pat. At the contact Tenchi felt his power
surge and there was a small flash. Blinking to recover he found Ryo-Ohki looking at him.
"Tenchi?" She asked. She turned her head to Ryoko. "Ryoko?" There was no uncertainty
over her pronunciation. She turned to look at Washu. "Washu?" She did the same for
Ayeka, Kiyone, Mihoshi, Minagi and Sasami. They were a bit disappointed that their names
and carrot were all she could say, but it was a large step in the right direction. Tenchi used
the confusion of the makeshift celebration to go upstairs and get changed.
***
It was late at night and Mihoshi was a bit tipsy. She was also walking through Washu's lab.
Run now folks.
Mumbling to herself, she wobbled towards Washu. Occasionally she bumped into a piece
of equipment, causing it to switch on, do something unexpected, then switch off.
You still here?!? Run I said!
Amazingly nothing untoward happened, unless of course you count the bowl of petunias
appearing 300 miles above the US and causing a panic in the military that nearly started
WWIII, but that's small fry compared to what could have happened.
What did I say?
Washu was sitting on a floating pillow, typing up today's events. She was in her junk room,
where the piles of failed or destroyed experiments towered over her.
"Um... Miss Washu? The soap is about to start." Mihoshi said timidly.
"Wha...? Oh right. I'll be done in a few seconds."
A few seconds later Washu heard a crash and snoring. With a groan, she made to turn and
look before she realised where she was. Sighing, she returned to her typing.
Had she looked, she would have noticed a glow from one of the piled up devices and
Mihoshi muttering in her sleep. It could have saved a lot of bother.