Tenchi Muyo! Son of Ryoko

I don't own Tenchi Muyo or any Dragonball Z characters at all that will soon to be mentioned or even appear. I only own my character Ryu Hakubi just to let y'all know.

Ch.1-Typical Tenchi Muyo Morning

"How dare you put your hands on Lord Tenchi Ryoko!?" Ayeka yelled as the sounds of explosions and other things breaking emerged from the silence of dawn. It was a typical chaotic start to the morning in the life of Tenchi Masaki who of course has to deal with 6 lovely yet insane women living with him since they came from outer space.

"Will you guys stop it already?" Tenchi pleaded as he witnessed the everyday destruction of his 3-story house that his dad built. "You have to choose between us Tenchi!" Ryoko said to the young man as she latched onto one of his arms. Ayeka's narrowed in anger, as she latched onto Tenchi's other arm. "Let go!" "Never!" Ryoko sneered, playing a game of tug-or-war with the princess using Tenchi as rope.

Sasami hummed as she started cooking dinner with Ryo- ohki chowing down on carrots in the kitchen, and Kiyone was yelling at Mihoshi to get up because they needed to get to work patrolling the Milky Way galaxy. They did their everyday activities ignoring the two women fighting over Tenchi as usual. "Bwhahahahaha! My invention is complete!" Washu cackled from the closet where she housed her laboratory. Yep, typical.

Meanwhile, as the sun shone brightly in the sky, a young man started walking up the stairs to the Masaki shrine. He wore a white tanktop with a red flannel button shirt hanging loosely over it, baggy khaki shorts, and leather boots. He gazed around to see where he was at on his journey to the top of the stairs, and noticed that there were pretty flowers growing on the side. They were sort of a burgundy-magenta kind of color, and knew that she would probably like it as a welcoming gift.

"I know I've heard of these.what were they called again?" The young man mused, rubbing his chin. "Jurai something.raindrop? Sweatdrop? Candy drop? Ah.oh well, it'll come to me later." He shrugged and let it pass, continuing on. Yosho was sweeping the front of the shrine when he saw the young man walk up to him at the corner of his eye. "Excuse me sir. Where can I find a woman named Ryoko? I heard she lives somewhere nearby." The teen called out. Yosho was about to answer but the teen interrupted saying, "HER.NAME.IS.RYOKO!" He raised his voice louder in case the old man was deaf.

"IS.SHE.NEARBY?" Yosho whacked him on the head with the handle of the broom, with a vein popping out of his forehead. "I'M NOT DEAF, YOUNG MAN!" The teen winced as a big lump with a bandaid appeared on his skull. "Okay, okay! I got you!" He said. "I was just wondering where she was, old man." Yosho sniffed, and continued his sweeping of the shrine. "The woman you're looking for resides in that house with my grandson, his father and about five other women."

He pointed to the house that was at the bottom of the stairs. "What! It was there all along!?" The teen wailed, dropping to his knees. "I came up here for nothing!" Yosho sweatdropped as he watched the young man wail his heart out for walking all the way up the stairs. "Is there something you want with Ryoko?" He asked, studying the teen. The young man stood up regaining his pride and faced the old man. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, Lord Katsuhito." He smirked, taking off his sunglasses and revealed gold eyes with a tinge of orange within them.