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Advent Of The Goddess

The Origins Saga

By Shasta Musashi

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Disclaimer: "Tenchi Universe" and "Dragonball Z" do not belong me. If they did, you can bet your sweet ass they would'nt be shows to sit and watch with your bible group, let me tell you!

Dedicated to Washu Hakubi, a universe-reknowned scientist who gave up her immortality in pursuit of a normal life…

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Episode One: "No Need For An Idea!"

It was a fairly typical summer's day in the quiet suburban provence of Okayama, Japan, the setting for a strange tale of sorts. Within a large water-front house located at the base of a large moutain, there resided one man and a harem of houseguests, each one more demented than the last.

Today was just like every other-started by the obligitory "handbags at dawn" scenerio that two such houseguests got themselves into on a daily basis….

"You remove your hands from Lord Tenchi THIS INSTANT, YOU…YOU EVIL SUCCUBUS!!"

A violet haired woman of slight build and regal appearance screetched, coral-pink eyes blazing with raw fury at the sight of her rival as she shamelessly flaunted herself around her host, groping and grabbing every single inch of the rather flustered looking teenager.

Ryoko Hakubi smirked widely, showing a mouthful of pearly white teeth, the occasional pointed incisor glinting in the soft morning light that flooded into the quaint living room via the naked window.

"Whatever for, dear princess?" the cyan-haired demoness cooed in a mock tone of coyness, batting her lashes as her hands moved dangerously low around Tenchi's belt, a steadily growing tent in his gi pants already beginning to form.

"He's obviously enjoying my magic touch! A'int that right, Tenchi-chan?" Ryoko cooed, now grabbing the very wide-eyed young man by his most prized piece of anatomy and stroking his chest, causing beads of sweat to trickle down his face, mingling with the steady stream of blood that was oozing gently from one nostril.

Ayeaka practically blew her top at the scene, a look of pure, unfathomable disgust etched upon her fair-skinned features. Marching right up to her rival, she grabbed a hold of a handful of deep turquise hair and yanked hard, causing the succubus to howl in agony, detaching herself from Tenchi-who promptly fled for the safety of the shrine- and falling to her knees before the indigo-haired crowned princess of Jurai.

"How DARE you lay your hands on him in such a manner! And in the presence of my sister who is far too young for her innocence to be corrupted by such a scene!" she screamed shrilly as the demoness stood up shakily, rubbing her aching scalp.

Five seconds later, she was flat on her back, the result of Ryoko kicking her legs out from under her.

"Don't tell me what I can an' can't do, Princess Priss! You a'int the boss of me!" Ryoko screamed back, bombarding the princess with a tyrad of punches, her amber eyes blazing with fury. Ayeaka screamed and shoved Ryoko hard, giving her enough space to spring to her feet and surround herself by her trusty energy ki-logs, a sphere of lavender energy forming a protective cocoon around her.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR GAMES, WITCH! HOW DARE YOU MOLEST MY LORD TENCHI BEFORE ME!! I WILL MAKE YOU PAAAY!!"

Ryoko smirked, her own energy forming into an orange ball in the palm of her hand, which she then clenched to form a ki sword, razor sharp and powerful enough to wipe out a 10,000 strong battlion with a single swipe. She fell into a battle stance and locked her gaze on Ayeaka, who glared hard at her from behind her shield with the look of someone who had just stepped in dog shit.

"Bring it on, Pyscho-bitch! Bring…it..ON!!"

She pounced.

Expecting to hit a mass of biokinetic energy, Ryoko moved to spread herself spreadeagle in mid-air, preparing to swipe fiercly at her long-time rival…..

CRRRASH!!

The wall at the far end of the house now had a very attractive-looking Ryoko-shaped mass of goo smeared to the wood, caused by the demoness missing her target completely and lossing control of her landing. Ayeaka was standing a short distence away, struggling fruitlessly against the strong grip of Kasuhito, the wise old monk that served as a shrine guardian and Tenchi's granfather, the former king of Jurai. He looked down at his half-sister with disapproval etched upon his aged face, onyx eyes staring coldly from behind a set of horn-rimmed glasses.

"Ayeaka, you know better than to fight inside the house. We have only had it rebuilt and since we have no insurance, I would like very much if you DID'NT TRY TO DESTROY IT FOR THE TEN THOUSANTH TIME!!" he yelled, causing the princess to squeal in alarm, jumping several feet in the air at the sound of the old man's voice as it boomed around the room.

"Aiii! Forgiveness, Kasuhito-san! But in my defense, it was that…that…that SCARLET WOMAN who started it all!" Ayeaka squealed, pointing one long, manicured finger at Ryoko, who by now, has slid down the wall and was currently sitting in a heap, swirls for eyes and several large , angry red lumps poking out of her mass of spikey turquise hair.

Kasuhito growled and released his sister, giving her a warning look as he walked past her towards the kitchen.

"I do not care who started this, Ayeaka. I dod not want to see you two fighting any longer! For heaven's sake! You have been both living under the same roof for long enough! Can you not reconcil your differences, at least for ONE day?! Any more of this "hangbags at dawn" nonsense and I shal be forced to overdose on sleeping pills!"

The violet haired woman bowed her head appologeticly. "Hai, Kasuhito-san… I would indeed resolve my differences if it were not for the fact that…SHE must shamelessly molest dear, sweet Tenchi-san before myself and the eyes of Sasami….." she said in a bitter tone, turning her nose up at the sight of Ryoko, who was getting shakily to her feet and trying to push the lumps on her head back into her scalp.

The old man sighed and shook his head, several silvery grey strands of thinned hair falling into his eyes.

"There are somethings in this word, dear Ayeaka, that will never change…"

Soon, after having averted the apocalypse for another day, the inhabitants of the household sat crosslegged around a large dinning table adorned with a vast majority of breakfast dishes, all cooked with love by the youngest member of the so-called 'family', one Sasami Jurai.

The young sister of Ayeaka and Kasuhito, she was quite innocent at the age of 112, or 12 in Earth years but what she lacked in age, she more than made up for in personality. Unlike her sister, who was considered to be an egotisical, neurotic psycho bitch-or so said Ryoko- Sasami was a kind-hearted, good natured young girl with a fondness for cooking.

As always, the household took great delight in sampling the many dishes she had prepared for that morning, the sounds of chopsticks clicking on porcelian bowls and the munching of food reverberating around the room. Everyone was so consummed by the deliscious food before them that no-one had noticed that one particularly eccentric member of the family had failed to turn up…

That member was Washu Hakubi, the self-proclaimed "greatest scientific genius in the universe!"

Deep within the basement of the Mazaki family home, the magenta-haired scientist was hard at work, mulling over data on her trusty holo-graphic laptop computer, fingers typing furiously across the keyboard, her mind not letting her body rest for an instant as she drew closer and closer to her scientific breakthrough..

"Little Washu?"

"GYAH!"

Washu screamed in alarm and whirled around in her seat, met with the sight of a tall, tanned blonde woman who went by the name of Mihoshi Kiramitsu, but was known to everyone as "The Ditz".

In a flash, Mihoshi was grabbed around the waist and dragged out of the laboritory by the scientist, a look of fierce anger etched upon her usually smiling face.

"Get out! GET OUT!!" she screamed as the startled Galaxy Police officer squealed and struggled against the scientist's unnaturally strong grip. Having being deposited outside the laboritory-come-basement door, Mihoshi watched in despair as Washu slammed the door in her face, muttering something or other about how a certain blonde women with the I.Q equal to a doornob could be a potential risk to the household if she ever managed to disrupt Washu's life work…

"L..little Washu-san, I just came to inform you that you've missed breakfast!" Mihoshi squealed from the other side of the door. A few moments of uneasy silence passed before the door swung open softly, the jingle of the little crab-shapped bell overhead amplified in the silent hallway.

A head of neon-pink spikes poked out of the crack in the doorway, belonging to a small, petite girl who looked to be around fourteen years old but was actually a twenty thousand year old ex-goddess by the name of Washu Hakubi. Her emerald green eyes, surrounded by tiny red veins in the bloodshot whites of her eyes, looked appologeticly upon the young police officer.

"…Oh… Forgive me, Mihoshi, but after what happened with my Mecha-Washu, I'm a lil' wary at having people walk into my lab unannouced.."she said, her voice soft and gentle with a hint of fatique set in her semi-nasal tones.

Mihoshi smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head, her sapphire eyes glinting with embarrassment.

"Again, I'm so sorry for that fiasco, Little Washu-san! Won't you come to breakfast? You look as though one more day without food will finish you off, dear.."

The scientist nodded and stepped fully out of the doorway, closing it behind her, which in turn caused the door to fuse with the frame, replacing the doorframe with smooth wall, devoid of any indication that a sprawling inter-dimentional laboritory ever lay behind it…

The petite pink-haired woman looked in desperate need of a long shower, for her long-sleeved purple shirt and black pencil skirt were caked with dirt and covered in various rips and tears, the odd acid burn discolouring the fabic.

Her crab-shapped hair drooped in several places and her face was smudged with what appeared to the residue of pencil lead.

"…..Thanks, Mihoshi.." she said in a tired tone of voice, a soft smile crossing her dirty features as she looked upon the clueless blonde.

Walking into the dinning room, she was met with the sight of a table covered in empthy porceilian bowls and left-overs, not a single scrap of food left for her to nurnish herself with. Sighning heavily, Washu shook her head and walked back into the hallway, passing Mihoshi as she headed upstairs towards the specially modified inter-dimentional onsen that served as a bathroom to the women in the house.

"I guess I left things a little late, hmm?" she said dejectedly, pushing open the onsen door as Mihoshi joined her side. The blonde haired woman handed her a towel and folded her arms over her chest, leaning on the wall before her, looking curious.

"Just out of curiousity, Little Washu-san….what are you working on?"

The scientist looked up, her trademark "super genius" grin pasted across her face, giving her back some of her former dementia as she struck a pose involving placing her index fingers on either of her cheeks, standing with her legs apart.

"I'm very glad you asked, Mihoshi!" she cackled, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down the blonde woman's temple.

"You remember that Mecha-Washu was a complete failure, hai?"

Mihoshi blushed with embarrassment, knowing all too well what she ment.

"Hai, Little Washu-san.."

"Well, I've decided to go back to the drawing board and completely rebuild her! But this time, she won't be an android!"

The blonde haired police officer blinked, cocking her head in confusion as Washu basked the glow of her own genius.

"Uhh…. How are you gonna do that?"

Washu winked and struck a peace sign.

"That is one of my most brillient secrets, dear Mihoshi!"

Meanwhile….

Far across the vast borders of space, upon a dying planet that was set to explode at any given moment, one man struggled on in a desperate bid to escape from certain death. Chocolate brown eyes scanned over the control panel before them, franticly trying to figure out how to power up the techknowlogically advanced Icejin battle cruiser-his own chance of escaping Namek alive..

"C'mon, you useless hunk of junk- WORK!!" the raven haired man yelled, banging hard on the panel with one powerful fist, resulting in several sparks to flicker out of the control panel, static snow showing up on it's many screens before the power died altogether.

"SHIT!" he yelled, wasting no time in escaping the useless craft and scanning the area in search of another craft that could carry him to safety..

The landscape, one rife with lush greenery and exotic plant life, was now an arcrid wasteland of murky blue ground coated with dust and the debris of a thousand destroyed homes, clotted puddles of dark scarlet blood staining the lifeless soil as the bodies of dead Namekian soliders lay strewn as far as the eye could see.

Great collemns of fire would explode to life every so often, sending vast streams of molten lava high into the burning sky.

Namek was on the verge of destruction…..and Goku was trapped upon it's surface, chances of survial lowering with every second that passed….

Then he saw it.

Like a tiny pinhole of light that penetrated the darkness, he saw it.

A Saiyajin pod half-obcured by foliage and just big enough to seat one fully grown warrior of the long-dead race. Without hesitation, Goku flew towards it and sunk down into the worn leather seat that took up most of the interior of the craft. He was pleased to find that the controls were easier to descipher than those of Frieza's space crusier. With a few pushes of several buttons and a tug at the naviagational stick, the tiny pod had just barely exitted Namek's atomosphere when an almighty explosion made the craft shudder violently.

Glancing out of one of the seven-inch thick windows, the raven haired Saiyajin watched in horror as the Namekian homeworld exploded in a furious display of crimson flames and white light, so bright that if Goku had'nt turned away in time, he would have been blinded.

Warning lights flared around him as he struggled to stablize the pod once again, the deafening sound of klaxons blaring in his ears making him whince. Grabbing the navigational stick, he yanked it hard towards him, causing the pod to shoot forward at an alarming speed, dodging in and out of meteors, the debris of the now exinct planet Namek…

"AAAAAHH!" Goku yelled out in alarm as he lost control of the pod, causing it to scrape against a large "moon rock", ripping off some of the paint and exposing the fuel tank, causing the little ship to become a ticking time bomb.. one wrong move and he was done for…

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"Aaaahhh…" a satisfied groan escaped Washu's lips as she felt the warm water lap at her body, gently kneeding out her aches and pains as she lay under a mass of colourful, apple-scented bubbles at one end of the onsen, her eyes closed in relaxation, her normally spikey hair falling loose and wet around her face, stained a darker shade of pink by the water.

Many thoughts drifted into the young scientist's mind as she floated in the blissfully hot water, free to wander now that her body was completely and totally calm.

"I have all the data I need to start work on my new clone….except for one thing… the fathering D.N.A sample….now, how the heck am I gonna get a hold of THAT particiular sample with the choices I have before me?" she thought in exasperation, absently grabbing her pink crab-shaped sponge and lathering it up with some sour-apple scented soap.

"First off, Kasuhito is far too old to be a 'father'…. Nobuyuki is completely out of the question…and Tenchi…..well, mothering his child would'nt exactly put me in Ayeaka and Ryoko's good books, no?"

Rubbing the sponge over her now squeaky clean skin, Washu sighed and slipped down to her chin under the bubbles, leaning back against the onsen wall.

"And with out the Masse, my only option is to make another mechanical prototype..tricky.. very tricky..If only a decent man would fall out of the sky.."she thought dejectedly, opening her eyes and slowly pulling herself out of the cooling water, hair completely concealing her naked body as it fell past her ankles in its limp state.

No sooner had the thought processed in her genius mind, did an almighty explosion shake the very foundations of the Mazaki house.

Grabbing her towel, Washu wrapped it around her lithe body and quickly pulled her soaked hair into a high ponytail underneath a green skull-cap, a mass of dripping pink hair poking out from a hole in the top. Holding her towel close, she ran out of the onsen and downstairs to the kitchen where she saw, through the double glazed screen doors leading onto the dock, a large space pod floating in the middle of the lake..

"Me and my big brain.."

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END EPISODE ONE

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