Chapter 2
One and a half Years Later
"Mine!!" Ryoko's voice echoed as she pulled on the stuffed bear that Vegeta had bought for her.
"Come on, Ryoko! I just wanna see it!!" Trunks's voice followed that of his adopted sister.
"NO! MINE!! Mineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemine! #@%$!! Mine, mine, miiiiiiine!!" A vast majority of Ryoko's vocabulary was used in this sentence.
The child had learned most of her vocabulary from her father and brother. This included "mine," "no," "daddy," "Twunksie," (Trunks) "#@%$," and "@#$%&".
"Trunks!!" Vegeta called from the parlor. "Are you picking on your sister again??!!"
Trunks immediately let go of "Mr. Hugs", making Ryoko fall down onto her rear.
This served to make the child begin whining beyond belief. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! Daddy!! Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy!!!!! Daaaaaaaaddddyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
"Be quiet!" Trunks whispered to his sister agitatedly.
By now, Vegeta's rather peeved silhouette had appeared. "Trunks! Room, now."
Vegeta merely pointed to Trunks's room as he spoke, and lifted the screaming child from the floor. "It's okay, Ryoko-chan.... You're fine. It's okay!!"
* * *
Washuu was getting bored. She had been thinking ever since Ryoko had died. Quite suddenly, on her dimension scanner, a familiar, green dot appeared. Surprised and confused, Washuu magnified the screen multiple times, then selected the dot. A name, description, and picture appeared on the screen. The name was "Ryoko Briefs" and she appeared to be just an infant, about two or three. The description was short: "An orphan found by Buruma and Vegeta Briefs, she has lived with them all her life." Washuu, however, knew that this was Ryoko Hakubi, not Ryoko Briefs.
She immediately stood and waltzed into Tenchi's room and tapped his shoulder. Oh, Tenchiiiii...!"
This received no reply.
After a few more attempts, Washuu said quickly, almost so fast Tenchi could barely be sure he'd understood her, "Ryoko's alive, Tenchi."
"What?!" Tenchi spun in his seat, disbelieving.
"You heard me. She's alive. Do you want to find her?"
"Of course!! Where is she? Well? Spit it out!!" Tenchi stood, knocking over his chair.
"Calm down, Tenchi." Washuu said matter-of-factly. "She's in another dimension, and she's only three or four."
"What?! How?!"
"I dunno either. Just come with me." Washuu walked out, and downstairs to her lab.
Upon looking at her monitor, Washuu's jaw dropped, and she said, "Okay.... So she's eight. Let's hurry to her, or she'll be dead of old age by the time we get there. The time-space continuum must be screwed up over there."
Washuu pulled out a tiny remote-like device and pressed the red button in the middle. Two watch-like...things...appeared in her hand. She handed one to Tenchi and the other, she strapped onto her own wrist.
"Just push the space-fluctuation button and choose B-31." Washuu stated bluntly, as though explaining two plus two.
Tenchi, however, did not understand a word of it. "What?"
"Push the little red button, then select the second, third, and first buttons in that order," Washuu said annoyedly.
With a flash of pink light, they both disappeared and were immediately transported to a world similar to their own. They saw a huge, rounded building not more than a mile or two away. On the side of the building, the words "Capsule Corp." were imprinted on the side.
With a glance at her wrist-tracker (the watch-like device), she pointed at the building. "That's where Ryoko is."
"That's where we're going, then." Tenchi had already started walking.
"There's no need for that." Washuu pulled a motorized sled-like machine out of a dimensional pocket. "Hop on."
Tenchi clambered onto the machine, and Washuu followed him, slightly more gracefully. After the push of a button, the two sped off to the Capsule Corp. building.
By the time they had reached the building, Tenchi was immensely avid.
"Come on." Washuu jumped down from the vehicle, and approached the door.
Once Tenchi was standing behind her, and the vehicle was back in its dimensional pocket, she rung the doorbell. A harassed-looking woman with blue hair and eyes answered the door.
"Can I help you?" She inquired, trying to look polite and cheerful.
"Can we see Ryoko, please?" Washuu asked.
"Oh, certainly. Just a moment, please." She said. "Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you." Washuu walked in, followed by Tenchi.
"Are you a friend of Ryoko's from school?"
"Oh...um...yes," Washuu said uncertainly.
"Just sit down in here." The woman ushered them into the parlor. She then added, not to them, "VEGETAAAAAA!! GET DOWN HERE!! WE'VE GOT COMPANY!!!"
Then, she walked out, and returned with a six-year-old Ryoko, and a ten-year-old boy that they didn't recognize. She was soon followed by a ticked-off looking man with bushy, black hair and black eyes.
When they entered, Washuu and Tenchi stood up. "I'm Washuu Hakubi, and this is Tenchi Masaki, a good friend of mine. Hello, Ryoko."
The girl, her spiky hair in twin ponytails, looked at Washuu, confused. "Who are you?"
"Well, if you want the straight truth, I'm your mother," Washuu said candidly.
One and a half Years Later
"Mine!!" Ryoko's voice echoed as she pulled on the stuffed bear that Vegeta had bought for her.
"Come on, Ryoko! I just wanna see it!!" Trunks's voice followed that of his adopted sister.
"NO! MINE!! Mineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemine! #@%$!! Mine, mine, miiiiiiine!!" A vast majority of Ryoko's vocabulary was used in this sentence.
The child had learned most of her vocabulary from her father and brother. This included "mine," "no," "daddy," "Twunksie," (Trunks) "#@%$," and "@#$%&".
"Trunks!!" Vegeta called from the parlor. "Are you picking on your sister again??!!"
Trunks immediately let go of "Mr. Hugs", making Ryoko fall down onto her rear.
This served to make the child begin whining beyond belief. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! Daddy!! Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy!!!!! Daaaaaaaaddddyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
"Be quiet!" Trunks whispered to his sister agitatedly.
By now, Vegeta's rather peeved silhouette had appeared. "Trunks! Room, now."
Vegeta merely pointed to Trunks's room as he spoke, and lifted the screaming child from the floor. "It's okay, Ryoko-chan.... You're fine. It's okay!!"
* * *
Washuu was getting bored. She had been thinking ever since Ryoko had died. Quite suddenly, on her dimension scanner, a familiar, green dot appeared. Surprised and confused, Washuu magnified the screen multiple times, then selected the dot. A name, description, and picture appeared on the screen. The name was "Ryoko Briefs" and she appeared to be just an infant, about two or three. The description was short: "An orphan found by Buruma and Vegeta Briefs, she has lived with them all her life." Washuu, however, knew that this was Ryoko Hakubi, not Ryoko Briefs.
She immediately stood and waltzed into Tenchi's room and tapped his shoulder. Oh, Tenchiiiii...!"
This received no reply.
After a few more attempts, Washuu said quickly, almost so fast Tenchi could barely be sure he'd understood her, "Ryoko's alive, Tenchi."
"What?!" Tenchi spun in his seat, disbelieving.
"You heard me. She's alive. Do you want to find her?"
"Of course!! Where is she? Well? Spit it out!!" Tenchi stood, knocking over his chair.
"Calm down, Tenchi." Washuu said matter-of-factly. "She's in another dimension, and she's only three or four."
"What?! How?!"
"I dunno either. Just come with me." Washuu walked out, and downstairs to her lab.
Upon looking at her monitor, Washuu's jaw dropped, and she said, "Okay.... So she's eight. Let's hurry to her, or she'll be dead of old age by the time we get there. The time-space continuum must be screwed up over there."
Washuu pulled out a tiny remote-like device and pressed the red button in the middle. Two watch-like...things...appeared in her hand. She handed one to Tenchi and the other, she strapped onto her own wrist.
"Just push the space-fluctuation button and choose B-31." Washuu stated bluntly, as though explaining two plus two.
Tenchi, however, did not understand a word of it. "What?"
"Push the little red button, then select the second, third, and first buttons in that order," Washuu said annoyedly.
With a flash of pink light, they both disappeared and were immediately transported to a world similar to their own. They saw a huge, rounded building not more than a mile or two away. On the side of the building, the words "Capsule Corp." were imprinted on the side.
With a glance at her wrist-tracker (the watch-like device), she pointed at the building. "That's where Ryoko is."
"That's where we're going, then." Tenchi had already started walking.
"There's no need for that." Washuu pulled a motorized sled-like machine out of a dimensional pocket. "Hop on."
Tenchi clambered onto the machine, and Washuu followed him, slightly more gracefully. After the push of a button, the two sped off to the Capsule Corp. building.
By the time they had reached the building, Tenchi was immensely avid.
"Come on." Washuu jumped down from the vehicle, and approached the door.
Once Tenchi was standing behind her, and the vehicle was back in its dimensional pocket, she rung the doorbell. A harassed-looking woman with blue hair and eyes answered the door.
"Can I help you?" She inquired, trying to look polite and cheerful.
"Can we see Ryoko, please?" Washuu asked.
"Oh, certainly. Just a moment, please." She said. "Would you like to come in?"
"Thank you." Washuu walked in, followed by Tenchi.
"Are you a friend of Ryoko's from school?"
"Oh...um...yes," Washuu said uncertainly.
"Just sit down in here." The woman ushered them into the parlor. She then added, not to them, "VEGETAAAAAA!! GET DOWN HERE!! WE'VE GOT COMPANY!!!"
Then, she walked out, and returned with a six-year-old Ryoko, and a ten-year-old boy that they didn't recognize. She was soon followed by a ticked-off looking man with bushy, black hair and black eyes.
When they entered, Washuu and Tenchi stood up. "I'm Washuu Hakubi, and this is Tenchi Masaki, a good friend of mine. Hello, Ryoko."
The girl, her spiky hair in twin ponytails, looked at Washuu, confused. "Who are you?"
"Well, if you want the straight truth, I'm your mother," Washuu said candidly.
