Hi!!! Ok, ok, I know this has been done, but it was bothering me, why did Ryoko ever return to Tenchi after he left her to save Ayeka in Tenchi Universe. This is a crossover so you were warned. I doubt this will ever become a long thing; I am only planning to make it a one-shot. This takes place when Vegeta is training in space after the birth of Trunks.
The door in the bar swung open wildly, letting the pouring rain quickly fell the patron's ears. The door slammed shut as a person stumbled in, which is unusual, people usually stumbled out, not in. The person straightened and stepped into the light, to show an incredibly beautiful woman with spiked cyan white blue hair but the feature that drew all eyes was her own eyes. Large, vaguely cat like, with a reflecting amber, darting from one side of the bar to the other, wary, ready, almost challenging some one to make a move. Moving toward the counter with a feline grace, many of the weak stomached patrons darted out of the building, knowing full well that they were not stupid enough to stay in the same room with her, the Space Pirate Ryoko.
Ryoko ignored all of those around her, her need for alcohol making her almost weak kneed, or it could have just been all the blood she lost. Ryo-oki gave a small meow on her shoulder, threatening the lusty looks men around her were giving. She had become even more protective after Ryoko had almost died. Ryoko had stayed aboard Ryo-oki hibernating for almost a week, repairing her body from the damage from Kagato had given her. And the damage she had sustained from getting..........Tenchi to.........
Ryoko blinked away the damn moisture from gathering in her eye; she blamed it on the smoke in the atmosphere. Ryoko slipped onto a stool, grunting in pain from the wound in her side. Even after all that rest, it still was hurting, and Ryoko knew why. It was her physical reminder that Tenchi didn't love her.
"What'll a be lass?"
Ryoko was snapped out of her thoughts.
"The strongest you have."
The bartender nodded and began to mix up a drink.
Ryoko looked down, and flicked off some invisible lent from her black leather pants. Right know she felt more comfortable in black than anything else. She was wearing a earth skin tight black tank top, cut off at the naval it had the japanese symbols for strength, over it was a small leather vest with no sleeves. Black gloves with the fingers cut off fit perfectly.
"There ya go lass, anything for yer companion?"
"Yes some carrot juice but no alcohol."
Ryo-oki looked up at her and began to protest.
"Sorry Ryo-oki but if we need to get out of here I don't want you to drunk to fly, all right."
Ryo-oki looked at her grudgingly but began to drink tentively.
"Meow!" Ryo-oki cried, dunking her head into her cup.
Ryoko couldn't help but laugh, who needed Tenchi when she had a friend like this, and liked her for she was.
Ryoko smiled once more, and picked up her glass, taking a small sip, before drowning the entire glass in one gulp.
The bartender blanked, "Their aren't a many who can do that lass, you're a fighter, people can o tell by your demeanor but it seems little lassie that you aren't fighting many o battles now o days. You haven't been in the news for a while, Ryoko."
"Sorry, to disappoint you, that I'm not dead of course, but O'Reiny what can you expect from me, I do have bounty on my head, you were of course the one who informed Nagi."
The bartender shrugged, "Men resort to anything to feed their youngens."
Ryoko snorted, "Duh, I know, why do you think I coming here, well good drinks is a plus, but still I couldn't let my godchildren starve now could I?" She replied in good humor.
O'Reiny sighed, shook his head, and walked away to help another customer.
Ryoko smiled, and looked down at Ryo-oki, who was snoozing half way in her bowl; next time she would make sure there was absolutely no alcohol.
Ryoko leaned back in the stool, checking out the locals, lots of new ones since she had last been here. One man drew her attention, well, just because his entire posture demanded it. Gulping down something that looked suspiciously close to blood, back straight, showing royalty. Ryoko sneered, she had a bad enough time with royalty, who in the hell was he; it was almost sac religious to find royalty in these type of atmosphere. His black eyes flicked toward her, opaque to any emotions. His black hair defied gravity, sticking up in a flame. Ryoko became even more curious, and checked his fighting power. Her eyes bugged out of her head, it was enormous, much larger than Kagato's, he could easily become ruler of the universe with all that muscle, not even the Jurai Power could stop it.
The man smirked, set down his cup, stood up and walked over to her, until they were almost nose to nose. Her eyes were wide, she finally recognized him for what he was.
"Saiyan?"
"Very good weakling, you recognize a superior race, let me introduce my self, I am Vegeta, Prince of my dead people, and who are you my weak warrior."
She snarled, and his smirked broadened "I am called Ryoko"
"Ah, the most wanted criminal in the universe, your own death toll record exceeds my own, which is quite a feat for some one who is not a saiyan, tell me Demon-Caller, why are you here?"
Short I know, I split it into two parts, I'll get more reviews that way!!!!!!!! Sorry, but I will update soon; it should only have one more chapter, kay! So it'll be longer!
*~MoonFairy~*
The door in the bar swung open wildly, letting the pouring rain quickly fell the patron's ears. The door slammed shut as a person stumbled in, which is unusual, people usually stumbled out, not in. The person straightened and stepped into the light, to show an incredibly beautiful woman with spiked cyan white blue hair but the feature that drew all eyes was her own eyes. Large, vaguely cat like, with a reflecting amber, darting from one side of the bar to the other, wary, ready, almost challenging some one to make a move. Moving toward the counter with a feline grace, many of the weak stomached patrons darted out of the building, knowing full well that they were not stupid enough to stay in the same room with her, the Space Pirate Ryoko.
Ryoko ignored all of those around her, her need for alcohol making her almost weak kneed, or it could have just been all the blood she lost. Ryo-oki gave a small meow on her shoulder, threatening the lusty looks men around her were giving. She had become even more protective after Ryoko had almost died. Ryoko had stayed aboard Ryo-oki hibernating for almost a week, repairing her body from the damage from Kagato had given her. And the damage she had sustained from getting..........Tenchi to.........
Ryoko blinked away the damn moisture from gathering in her eye; she blamed it on the smoke in the atmosphere. Ryoko slipped onto a stool, grunting in pain from the wound in her side. Even after all that rest, it still was hurting, and Ryoko knew why. It was her physical reminder that Tenchi didn't love her.
"What'll a be lass?"
Ryoko was snapped out of her thoughts.
"The strongest you have."
The bartender nodded and began to mix up a drink.
Ryoko looked down, and flicked off some invisible lent from her black leather pants. Right know she felt more comfortable in black than anything else. She was wearing a earth skin tight black tank top, cut off at the naval it had the japanese symbols for strength, over it was a small leather vest with no sleeves. Black gloves with the fingers cut off fit perfectly.
"There ya go lass, anything for yer companion?"
"Yes some carrot juice but no alcohol."
Ryo-oki looked up at her and began to protest.
"Sorry Ryo-oki but if we need to get out of here I don't want you to drunk to fly, all right."
Ryo-oki looked at her grudgingly but began to drink tentively.
"Meow!" Ryo-oki cried, dunking her head into her cup.
Ryoko couldn't help but laugh, who needed Tenchi when she had a friend like this, and liked her for she was.
Ryoko smiled once more, and picked up her glass, taking a small sip, before drowning the entire glass in one gulp.
The bartender blanked, "Their aren't a many who can do that lass, you're a fighter, people can o tell by your demeanor but it seems little lassie that you aren't fighting many o battles now o days. You haven't been in the news for a while, Ryoko."
"Sorry, to disappoint you, that I'm not dead of course, but O'Reiny what can you expect from me, I do have bounty on my head, you were of course the one who informed Nagi."
The bartender shrugged, "Men resort to anything to feed their youngens."
Ryoko snorted, "Duh, I know, why do you think I coming here, well good drinks is a plus, but still I couldn't let my godchildren starve now could I?" She replied in good humor.
O'Reiny sighed, shook his head, and walked away to help another customer.
Ryoko smiled, and looked down at Ryo-oki, who was snoozing half way in her bowl; next time she would make sure there was absolutely no alcohol.
Ryoko leaned back in the stool, checking out the locals, lots of new ones since she had last been here. One man drew her attention, well, just because his entire posture demanded it. Gulping down something that looked suspiciously close to blood, back straight, showing royalty. Ryoko sneered, she had a bad enough time with royalty, who in the hell was he; it was almost sac religious to find royalty in these type of atmosphere. His black eyes flicked toward her, opaque to any emotions. His black hair defied gravity, sticking up in a flame. Ryoko became even more curious, and checked his fighting power. Her eyes bugged out of her head, it was enormous, much larger than Kagato's, he could easily become ruler of the universe with all that muscle, not even the Jurai Power could stop it.
The man smirked, set down his cup, stood up and walked over to her, until they were almost nose to nose. Her eyes were wide, she finally recognized him for what he was.
"Saiyan?"
"Very good weakling, you recognize a superior race, let me introduce my self, I am Vegeta, Prince of my dead people, and who are you my weak warrior."
She snarled, and his smirked broadened "I am called Ryoko"
"Ah, the most wanted criminal in the universe, your own death toll record exceeds my own, which is quite a feat for some one who is not a saiyan, tell me Demon-Caller, why are you here?"
Short I know, I split it into two parts, I'll get more reviews that way!!!!!!!! Sorry, but I will update soon; it should only have one more chapter, kay! So it'll be longer!
*~MoonFairy~*