Last time on Saiyan Muyo!
Ryoko clocks Katsuhito.
Ryoko: LEECH OF MY ENERGY WILL YA?!
Washu lays down the law.
Funaho: Will you build us magical mascot space ships?
Washu: Hell no.
And Tarble gets some lovin'
Misaki: HE'S SO CUTE!
Tarble: Need...Air...
And now, we continue!
Chapter 19: No Need for a Duel!
"Don't you worry…" Washu assured the First Empress, a teasing grin that suited her childish appearance all too well adorning her features "I've no intention of mass-producing them for ANYONE." She smiled up at the dumbstruck Funaho "I don't see Ryoko or Ryo-Ohki as my 'creations', never have." She smiled wistfully "They're my little girls, mine and mine alone." her smile turned shifted to a devious grin as she winked at Yosho's mother "Of course, I MIGHT be inclined to give them a few siblings down the line…"
"With Tenchi?" Funaho queried, smiling at the redhead, already calculating the possibilities, positive and negative, of bringing the Greatest Scientific Mind in the Universe into the family.
So far it could go either way.
"Perhaps…" Washu opined, a devious smile adorning the redhead's face as she humoured the idea, savouring the look on Funaho's face, having seen through the woman's scheme instantly "Though I rather doubt Ryoko-chan would be willing to share, Saiyan's ARE known for their territorial instincts you know."
"Ah yes…" Funaho agreed, sweatdropping as she recalled some of the more…detailed sections of Mihoshi's report "They are at that…makes you wonder how she can stand to have so many other girls around him."
"Let's just say she's had a good teacher." Washu replied cryptically, smirking as she envisioned the man in question, recalling his motivational speech on the bridge of Clay's ship "Sure he's not as adorably naïve as Tenchi-dono…" she grinned ferally "but that just means I get to have more fun pressing his buttons."
Masaki house...
"Raditz?" Tarble wondered, the Saiyan Prince looking up at his guardsman in confusion as the elder Saiyan sneezed suddenly, the two having retreated from the reunion for the moment "You alright?"
"It's nothing…" Raditz muttered, the elder Saiyan currently dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a training vest as he sniffed to clear his vision, glaring at his surroundings in suspicion as he rubbed his nose, "Must be something in the air…Saiyans don't get sick."
"Someone could be talking about you." Tarble reasoned, smiling in embarrassment as his guardsman quirked a brow at him "It's an expression here on Earth, if you sneeze without warning, then someone's talking about you behind your back."
"Sounds retarded…" Raditz snorted, crossing his arms as he watched Ryo-Ohki, who was in child form, distract Misaki with her strange little 'dance', making a mental note to bury the little creature in carrots for getting the 'Crazy Woman' to release him "Just what I'd expect from this crazy planet actually."
Tarble chuckled, sweatdropping at his guardsman's sentiments, figuring that the elder Saiyan must still be on edge from being felt over by the empress. As a Saiyan warrior, Raditz was used to being ostracized, feared and loathed throughout the galaxy. It must have been quite a shock for him to run into someone like Misaki and her Wandering Hands of DOOM, the guardsman's tail had never looked so tight around his waist.
"Ohayo…" Tenchi called out, the Saiyans looking up, only to blink at the sight of the teen and Ryoko carrying an unconscious Katsuhito between them, the priest sporting an impressive Shiner and a dazed, mildly concussed expression "Ah, Tarble-Kun, Raditz-san!"
"The hell happened to the old man?" Raditz muttered, the guardsman quirking a brow at the prone for of Katsuhito even as he caught the annoyed twitch of Ryoko's tail.
"It's a long story…" Tenchi admitted, sweatdropping as he rubbed the back of his head, only to recoil in surprise as he found himself looking into a smiling face that appeared right in front of his own.
"Well hello there!" Misaki greeted, the second empress beaming at the startled teen while Ryoko growled off to the side "You must be Tenchi." She deduced, only to throw her arms around the teen when he nodded "Aw you're so CUTE! Just like Yosho when he was little!"
"Hey!" Ryoko growled, the Cyan haired pirate's voice drowning out Ayeka's own protests as she glowered at the woman from the sidelines "Get your hands of Tenchi!"
"Hm?" Misaki wondered, blinking at the pirate in confusion, only for her eyes to sparkle as she espied her lashing tail, shoving Tenchi into the wall as she pounced on the appendage, rubbing it against her cheek "KAWAI!"
'Poor Ryoko…' was the general consensus, the Saiyans flinching in sympathy, their tails wrapping tighter around their waists while Ryoko trembled on the ground, completely at the mercy of Misaki's strength, only to blink, turning their eyes to the roof as the now familiar sound of a space ship engine sounded over head.
"Oh my…" Misaki exclaimed, the 2nd empress releasing Ryoko's tail, much to the pirate's relief, as she tapped her fist into her palm in recollection "I completely forgot the time, Azusa must have been getting impatient.
"F-Father's here too?" Ayeka stammered, the two princesses looking a little alarmed at the prospect of their sire actually coming to earth in person. Oh they loved their father to bits, but the King of Jurai wasn't known for his calm temperament, ESPECIALLY in regards to anything that concerned the safety of his 'little girls'.
"Huh…so His Nibs actually deigned to come down off his throne to consort with mortals has he?" Raditz muttered, the Saiyan's tone mocking as he crossed his arms "This oughta be good…"
"Raditz…" Tarble muttered, looking up at his guardsman in disapproval, nodding his head towards Ayeka and Sasami, the guardsman ignoring the elder Princess' glare, only to flinch at the hurt expression on Sasami's face, turning his head to the side with an apologetic grunt.
"Well then!" Misaki cheered, the 2nd empress clapping her hands together "Let's not keep him waiting shall we?" she beamed as she grabbed a surprised Raditz by the arm "Come on, Radish-kun!"
"It's RADITZ!" the Saiyan guardsman snapped, glaring at the woman as she somehow managed to manhandle him out the door "Dammit woman, let me go!"
"Poor Raditz-san…" Sasami sighed, the little princess clapping her hands together as her mother dragged the Saiyan out onto the porch "He's caught mama's interest…Namu."
Tenchi and the others sweatdropped, even Ayeka looking a little uncomfortable, as she had plenty of experience with her mother's flights of fancy, enough to make her pity ANYONE who caught the woman's interests, even a Saiyan.
Still, it didn't mean she wasn't getting a vindictive sense of pleasure watching the barbarian SQUIRM in her mother's grasp. That would teach the brute not to speak ill of the Jurai Royal Family!
Outside the house...
"Onee-sama!" Misaki called out, the group blinking as they stepped out of the house, following the woman's gaze to see Funaho walking towards the house from the shrine road, alongside a smiling Washu "Lookie-Lookie!" Misaki cried, dragging a struggling Raditz over for her co-wife to see "It's the Saiyan from the report!"
"So I see…" Funaho noted, the first empress' expression one of surprised intrigue as she actually had to tilt her head up to get a look at the guardsman "My, he's certainly a big one, isn't he?"
"Isn't he just?" Misaki agreed, the energetic second empress pulling up the startled Raditz's vest and giving the Saiyan's abs a hearty slap "And look at this! Like steel I tell you!"
"DO YOU MIND, WOMAN?!" Raditz roared, his temper finally rearing its ugly head as he ripped himself free of Misaki's grip, pulling his vest down as he glared at her, his head enlarged to startling proportions.
"Ease up there, Radish-kun." Washu called out, stepping between the two with an wry smile as she smirked up at the Saiyan "Wouldn't want to start an intergalactic incident with the King of Jurai waiting for an excuse to blast us into itty-bitty pieces, now would you?"
"Please…" Raditz snorted, the Saiyan scowling down at the redhead as he crossed his arms before him defiantly "Like I'm scared of someone who hides behind an overgrown piece of kindling, even if he DID have the stones to blast us with his wives in the line of fire."
"I can see what you meant earlier, Washu-chan." Funaho chuckled, eyeing the big Saiyan, her eyes twinkling in amusement as he turned his glare on her "He IS rather cute when he's flustered."
"I am not 'CUTE'…" Raditz glowered, glaring into the first empress' eyes to get his point across, only to growl as the woman responded with a smile that would put Buddha to shame.
"In any case…" Funaho continued, surprising everyone by offering a polite bow to the Saiyan Guardsman "On behalf of the Jurai Royal Family, I offer you thanks for your assistance during the Shinseijuu incident."
"Yes!" Misaki exclaimed, the emotional woman suddenly grabbing the startled Saiyan's arm and sobbing into it "Thank you for saving my Ayeka-chan's chastity from that monster!"
"OKAA-SAMA!" Ayeka shrieked, her face as red as Washu's hair as she fumed in embarrassment at her mother's behaviour, the others sweatdropping at the sight, sighing weakly as the princess made strangling motions in the air towards Ryoko, who was snickering openly, only Tenchi keeping the two rivals apart.
Raditz, who was still thrown by Misaki's bizarre behaviour from before, found himself unable to stay angry before her distress, "You…don't need to thank me…" he muttered, turning his head to the sighed with an awkward grunt "I didn't do anything worth praise."
"Is that a blush I see, Radish-Kun?" Washu teased, earning a glare from the Saiyan as she stood just behind Funaho, who didn't appreciate being used as a human shield "Ooh! You dirty monkey…"
Before Raditz's thoughts could turn to mass genocide, the group was distracted by a glittering pattern of lights, which descended from the Kirito like stars falling from the heavens, converging as they reached the deck, revealing a tall man in royal Juraian robes, his long hair and beard the same shade of purple as Ayeka's own locks, though his features were tanned and firm, and his stare spoke of countless decades of experience, both on and off the battlefield.
"Otou-sama!" Sasami cheered, the little princess running forward to greet her father, alongside a cheerful Ryo-Ohki, while Ayeka held back, looking nervous and uncertain.
"Well," Azusa Masaki Jurai greeted, the King's hawk-like gaze softening slightly as his eyes landed on his errant daughters "You're looking well, Ayeka…Sasami…"
He trailed off, eyes widening at the sight of Misaki waving at him whilst standing arm in arm with an uncomfortable looking Raditz, while Washu waved at him cheekily from behind Funaho, a scowl forming on the king's features as he glared at the Saiyan.
"Otou-sama," Ayeka spoke up, the elder princess recognizing the signs of the King's temper beginning to flare as she gestured to Tenchi, who eyed his Great-Grandfather with a hint of nervous awe, the man WAS the Emperor after all "This is Tenchi-sama, in case you were wondering."
"Is he now?" Azusa muttered, his frown decreasing, though not by much, as he eyed the teen, noting the stamp of Yosho's features on the boy as he bowed at the waist, only to snort dismissively and turn on his heel "Ayeka! Sasami!" he barked, the two girls looking up in surprise "We're going home."
"But…Otou-sama!" Ayeka exclaimed, the princess looking at her father's proud back in confused desperation "Please listen to me! He's Yosho-Nii-sama's grandson!"
"YOSHO," Azusa grit out slowly, "Got married to that…EARTHLING…" he didn't quite spit the name "DESPITE my wishes." He glared at Tenchi over his shoulder "I have no NEED for his grandson."
"Have you forgotten that 'I' am one of those 'Earthlings', dear?" Funaho reminded her husband cooly, the King of Jurai flinching at the tone even as he turned to meet her upset gaze head on.
"You are DIFFERENT…" Azusa stammered, only to flinch as his first wife demanded to know exactly HOW she differed from her people, the frustrated King turning to Misaki for support, only to recoil as he found her visibly restraining herself, a handkerchief clenched between her teeth in disapproval.
"Heh…" Raditz snorted, the Saiyan Guardsman smirking at the scene as he leant against the wall of the house with his arms crossed before him, having escaped Misaki's clutches when she began glaring at her husband "Look at the Mighty King of Jurai…if he wasn't so pussy-whipped, I'd say he was in the doghouse now…"
Azusa glared at the Saiyan, wishing he could whip out his sword and smite the arrogant barbarian off the face of the planet, only to calm himself, reigning in his temper through sheer force of will, composing himself as he turned to face his errant eldest daughter once more.
"Ayeka!" He barked, the princess flinching before her father's stare, which brooked no argument "I have already CHOSEN your fiancé for you…" he shot a cold look at Tenchi, who flinched "One who is SUITED for the Crown Princess of the Jurai Royal Family!"
"No!" Ayeka exclaimed, shaking her head in protest as she clutched Tenchi's coat, looking up at her father plaintively, for all the good it would likely do "Father, I cannot! You see Tenchi is my…"
"Is your WHAT?" Azusa demanded, his glare silencing the princess "He CERTAINLY isn't your fiancé…" he scowled at the teen "In any case, from what I've heard the boy has bonded with a SAIYAN of all things." His contempt at the word was evident as he practically flung it from his lips "Such…HERESY has no PLACE on Jurai."
Ayeka recoiled as if slapped, while off to the side, Ryoko growled, her ochre eyes narrowing at the King of Jurai. Not out of anger for his insulting her, she was USED to worse than the king could ever muster, nor out of concern for Ayeka, as grudging friends or not, she really didn't like the way the princess had tried to pass Tenchi off as her fiancé.
No, what riled the pirate was the King's snubbing of Tenchi, her Saiyan temper literally chomping at the bit as she resisted the urge, barely, to incinerate the man where he stood, consequences be damned.
"Hey." A deep voice called out, the group turning to find Raditz glaring at Azusa, the Saiyan guardsman giving off an aura of tangible danger despite having not moved from his spot against the wall "You got something against Saiyans old man? I'm more than willing to take 'em up."
"Raditz, no!" Tarble exclaimed, the Saiyan prince interposing himself between his guardsman and the King of Jurai "He's Sasami-san's father! I'm sure he just means what's best for them."
"I DO." Azusa muttered, eyeing the shorter Saiyan with a glare, though it was noticeably less severe than the one he levelled at Raditz, perhaps seeing the prince as less of a threat "And one thing I know for CERTAIN is that it's best to get them as far away from you…animals, as possible."
"Otou-sama!" Sasami called out, surprising everyone with the anger in her tone as she stamped her foot "Raditz-san and Tarble-kun are NOT animals!" she insisted, glaring at the startled king all the while "So help me, if you call them that again I'll hate you forever!"
CRITICAL HIT-!
"Sasami-chan…!" Azusa exclaimed, looking at his little girl in shock, only for her to turn her head from him, causing the dagger in his heart to twist, the King of Jurei gaping like a landed trout, wondering where he'd gone wrong, only to blink as Ryo-Ohki padded towards him nervously.
"What?" he stammered, looking on in confusion as the little cabbit went through her dance routine, "What do you want?" he demanded again, only to sweat drop as the little thing's eyes welled up, before bursting out in tears "What did I do?"
"There now…" Funaho sighed, stepping forwards, ignoring her befuddled husband in favour of wiping away Ryo-Ohki's tears with her handkerchief, patting the little Cabbit's mane of cyan-black hair soothingly "Thank you for that wonderful performance…" she offered, before levelling a glare up at the hapless Azusa, one which promised a DECADE on The Couch, if he didn't get a clue.
Azusa jerked, catching his first wife's drift, and not wishing to spend one MINUTE on The Couch, which was as uncomfortable as was humanely possible to create, and had the unpleasant bonus of being a wedding gift from Seto, offered a nervous smile before kneeling down and petting the child on the head, his stern features settling into something a little more relaxed as he marvelled at how much she reminded him of Sasami as a child.
"So are you REALLY taking them home?" Funaho wondered, the two of them looking on as Ryo-Ohki ran back to the group, leaping up into Tenchi's arms to be fussed over by the girls, while Raditz and Tarble looked on from the sidelines, the elder Saiyan actually offering a slightly less mocking smirk as he eyed the group from the sidelines "Is that what THEY want?"
Azusa frowned, looking upon the happy, energetic faces of his daughters, noting how they seemed so much more, ALIVE, than they had within the sheltered palace of Jurai, his heart softening, as deep down he WANTED his girls to be happy. But he was first, and foremost, the King of Jurai, and that meant that, in order to ensure the safety of his people, he sometimes had make hard decisions.
He could live with Ayeka and Sasami's hatred. It would gut him to the core, but he would be content simply knowing they were safe, which he CERTAINLY couldn't ensure if he left them with two SAIYANS. One would have been bad enough, and the elder one had a distinctly WILD look about him that had the king's 'Paternal Instincts' all fired up and pounding their chests.
"Ayeka, Sasami!" he called out, getting to his feet and levelling a stern glare at his daughters, "Is this true…?" he demanded "You would choose to remain here…with that BOY…" he deferred from mentioning the Saiyans again "Over coming home with ME?"
Ayeka stepped closer to Tenchi, earning a warning growl from Ryoko that prevented her from touching him, while Sasami stepped closer to Tarble, taking the startled Saiyan's arm with a frown that caused Azusa to flinch.
"Very well then…" the Emperor ground out, his shoulders trembling with restrained anger "I guess there isn't much we can do about it…you may do as you please…UNDER ONE CONDITION!" he snapped, eyes narrowing as he cut off Ayeka's bow of thanks "You may remain here if, and ONLY if, that boy wins a duel against the man I chose as your Fiancé!"
something stupid this way comes...
"Huh?" Tenchi stammered, the poor teen blinking at suddenly being put on the spot as the group turned to look at him, the sound of tapping sticks in the background "ME?"
"Wow," Raditz snickered, the Saiyan smirking at the teen from the sidelines "Aren't you Mr. popular, looks like EVERYONE wants a piece of your ass." He shot a bemused snort up at the King's ship as a second cluster of stars fell from above "In more ways than one."
"Yeah…Lucky me…" Tenchi replied sardonically, sighing in exasperation as he waited for Ayeka's betrothed to appear, only to blink in shock as the sky darkened around them.
"Well…" a charismatic voice chuckled, the group looking up as a beam of light dropped from the Kirito "I've been WAITING for this moment…"
Tenchi blinked, wondering what the heck was up with the overdramatic entrance, as even the EMPEROR had been more discreet in his arrival, a sentiment that was apparently shared by Azusa himself, as the King's right brow was twitching in irritation.
With a scattering of light which took the form of scattered cherry petals, a tall warrior in the robes of Juraian nobility appeared on the dock, his bubblegum pink hair done up in a traditional topknot as he posed regally with a fan.
"I believe you'll see they left the BEST for last…" he declared, eyeing them coyly from behind his fan, only to blink as Azusa snapped his fingers, cutting off the elaborate music and returning the lighting to normal "What?" the noble complained "We were just coming to the best part!" he smiled as he espied Ayeka in the crowd "Ah, Ayeka-sama…" he greeted, bowing elaborately "Seiryo Temnon," he introduced "and if I may say so, you look Mag-NIF-iscent!"
"Who the Hell is THIS faggot?" Raditz muttered, the group sweatdropping as the Saiyan guardsman voiced their thoughts without a care to the consequences, Ayeka's betrothed stumbling at the Saiyan's words, almost pitching himself headfirst into the water.
"How rude!" Seiryo huffed, shielding his features with his fan, turning his head to the side with a sniff "Such barbarism is what I would EXPECT from such a backwater little planet!"
"You ARE aware that your First Empress is from this planet, right?" Ryoko pointed out, the Space Pirate inclining her head towards Funaho, who was frowning at the man's slurring of Earth with an intensity that made Azusa glad it wasn't HIM.
"And she clearly had the sense to move up in the world." The fop recounted, missing the glare the Emperor's first wife was directing his way "Honestly, can you BLAME her from wishing to escape from this dirt ball littered with flea-bitten MONKEYS?"
Tenchi shivered, knowing instinctively, without turning round, that the cracking noise he heard behind him was the sound of the wall Raditz was leaning against beginning to cave under the preassure of the Saiyan's anger.
"Brat…" the Saiyan guardsman muttered, more like a growl really, stepping away from the dent he left in the wall, his features like a thundercloud as the girls parted before him like the Red Sea before Moses "This one's MINE."
"Oh?" Seiryo simpered, eyeing the oncoming Saiyan with look of genteel mockery from behind his fan, heedless of his imminent danger "So the commoner has to have a savage fight his battle's for him?"
"Don't get me wrong…" Raditz snorted "I'm NOT doing this for him…heck for all I care you and the banshee can go screw each other till you're blue in the face, though the idea of the children scares me."
"You BRUTE!" Seiryo exclaimed, his eyes flashing in pompous anger as he waved his fan aside, a sentiment shared by Ayeka, though more out of disgust at the thought of being force to...couple...with the pink haired fop "I will NOT stand idly by and let you insult Ayeka-sama."
"Sit down then…" Raditz shot back, the Saiyan smirking, his arms crossed before him as he came to a halt a good twenty feet away from the fop "Unless you got the stones to do something about it?"
"Radish-kun! Ganbare!" Misaki called out, the Saiyan stumbling, looking over his shoulder to find woman waving victory fans as she cheered, the girls sitting on the patio, having a nice little picnic, Tenchi and Tarble chuckling in embarrassment as they waved at the guardsman from their spots next to Ryoko, Ayeka and Sasami, while Azusa stood off to the side, scowling in disapproval.
'What is WITH this crazy planet?!' the Saiyan growled, turning his back on the scene to glare at Seiryo impatiently "Well come on! I've got better things to do today than take out the garbage!"
On the sidelines...
"This is so exciting!" Misaki exclaimed, having put the fans away as she stepped over to her husband, offering him some popcorn "How long do you think it will take Radish-kun to defeat Seiryo?"
Azusa scoffed, ignoring the Saiyan's yell of 'IT'S RADITZ DAMMIT!' as he waved the proffered popcorn away with his hand "Just you watch, Seiryo is going to win in under a minute."
"I see…" Misaki mused, nibbling on a mouthful in thought, before turning to beam at the others "Onee-sama!" she called out "Put me down for 50,000 yen on Radish-kun!"
"So you're betting on Raditz-san as well?" Funaho queried, sipping her tea with an amused smile, heedless of Azusa's facefault or Raditz's enraged yells, while Ryoko and Sasami cheered the big Saiyan on "What about you, Washu-chan? Are you betting on your man as well?"
"No…" Washu countered, refusing to rise to the Empress' bait, even as the others blinked between the two in confusion as she tossed popcorn into her mouth expertly "I'm betting on Mihoshi-dono…"
The group blinked, looking up into the sky as the sound of something falling filled the air, Sasami dashing out to hand a parasol to her father, who refused to come sit with them out of pride, Seiryo lunging towards Raditz, sword raised over his head, only for the Saiyan's tail to lash out, sending the fop flying into the lake just as Mihoshi's cruiser crashed into it with all the grace of a blue whale dropped from orbit.
Later...
"I swear…." Raditz muttered, the Saiyan Guardsman's tail twitching irritably as he glared at the King and his wives as they said their goodbyes, Katsuhito having CONVENIENTLY revived after the fight, and Seiryo having already been fished out of the lake and beamed back onto the ship "I fucking HATE this planet."
"Now, now, don't say that." Washu countered, smirking up at the mildly damp guardsman coyly, tilting her head in the direction of Tarble and Sasami, who were saying goodbye to Misaki along with the others "At the very least, it isn't BORING here." she eyed the Saiyan with a hurt expression "Though couldn't you have held on a few seconds before you belted him? I would've made a killing!""
"Whatever..." Raditz scoffed, averting his eyes from the redhead's puppy-dog eyes derisively, only for his features to soften when he noticed how his Prince's tail twitched happily as he stood alongside Sasami, the two of them still holding hands.
"RADISH-KUN!" Misaki called out, snapping the Guardsman out of his daze, Raditz looking up to see the second Empress waving her arm excitedly in farewell, Funaho and Azusa regarding him with amusement and derision respectively "TAKE CARE OF MY BABIES FOR ME!"
"I'm not a damn babysitter woman!" the Saiyan roared, shaking his fists in the air as the royals beamed back up to the Kirito, heedless of the looks of amusement Washu was sending his way "And for the last damn time, IT'S RADITZ!"
And so the Misaki family reunion comes to a close.
I know this chapter was a little low on the action, considering the lul, but rest assured the next few are going to be a little more lively.
Expect crossovers, plot twists, intrigue and quite possibly a little romance.
Raditz: Like hell!
Washu: Hush now.
In any case, see you soon!