Achariyth@aol.com Approved: fanfic@magister.apana.org.au Tenchi-Muyo! An Outland-ish Proposal by Achariyth Note: Tenchi-Muyo! and characters are owned by A.I.C. and Pioneer and this situation, gleamed from Outland, was the original brainchild and present property of Berke Breathed. This is a work of fan fiction not intended to be used for my specific profit. Remember, imitation is the highest form of flattery! Tenchi Masaki crouched down behind a bush bordering one of his grandfather's many carrot fields. "How did I let Washu talk me into this?" he asked himself, not for the first time, as he tried to stay out of sight. He turned to his left to face Washu, who was likewise hiding, laying in wait for something. She frantically typed on her holocomputer, using it to scan the surrounding area. Tenchi was startled to find a small energy pistol holstered on Washu's hip. "Uh, Little Washu, what exactly are we doing here?" Tenchi asked. "That's simple. We're hunting," the twenty thousand year old genius replied, not looking up from her computer. Washu smiled to herself as she found what she was looking for on the display. "For what?" Tenchi asked. "The only animal eating carrots around here is Ryo-ohki." "You'll see," Washu replied sweetly but not innocently. Tenchi began to worry. "I didn't think any large animals roam around here." "That's why we're using live bait," Washu giggled. "Why don't I like the sound of this?" Tenchi groaned dejectedly. "Uh, Little Washu, what bait?" he asked, sweating nervously. He wondered if that was the reason why Washu insisted he accompany her on this little jaunt of hers. As a response to Tenchi's question, Washu pointed lazily to the center of the closest field where a black subspace portal opened, dropping Ryoko, Mihoshi, and Kiyone upon the field be- low. All three had their arms tied and were lashed together by a length of thick rope. Tenchi wondered why Ryoko did not phase out of her bonds, until he remembered that Washu probably was preventing her daughter from escaping. "Oh, Kiyone, look at the pretty birds over there," Mihoshi gushed. "Would you shut up and help me get out of this mess?" Kiyone yelled angrily at her partner. She tried to loosen one of her bonds, cursing Washu's knowledge of strong and exotic knots. Ryoko fumed silently, cursing at her mother through their shared link. "What! Little Washu, you can't be serious!" Tenchi gasped in surprise. "Don't worry. They won't be in too much danger." Tenchi groaned. "Where's Ayeka and Sasami?" he whispered. "Sasami's cooking dinner, and Ayeka..." Washu snickered be- fore finishing. "Ayeka's occupied." Inside the Masaki residence, Ayeka, Princess of Jurai, nor- mally clothed in finery, inched her way closer to a sharp edge. She needed to cut through the sheet that Washu had used to gag and bind her. As soon as she freed herself, Ayeka would rescue her Tenchi from the schemes of that mad woman Washu. Who knew the vile things that mad woman had in store for him? Ryoko switched from mentally berating her mother to verbal abuse. "Washu, when I get my hands on you..." Ryoko then began to describe the many different types of pain that she'd inflict on Washu before the day was over. Washu did not bat an eye. "Pipe down, will you. I'm lis- tening for something." Ryoko's grumbling increased in volume. A bush rustled nosily in the background. All animals in the area fell silent, trying to slink away from the threat nearby. The three women in the field stared at the bush apprehensively, holding their breath. "Kiyone, I'm scared," Mihoshi squealed, backing away from the bush and onto Ryoko. "Hey! Get off of me," Ryoko protested angrily. Behind her bush, Washu smiled, pleased with what her displays told her about the animal in question. "Its exactly what I surmised!" she exclaimed. "What is it, Little Washu?" Tenchi asked. He prepared to run or help his friends escape if the creature was too dangerous. "Is it a bear? or a tiger?" "No, Tenchi, its something more terrifying than either," she said ominously, unholstering her sidearm. "But its no threat to the greatest mind in the universe," she finished in her usual cocky manner. The bush rustled again. Slowly, hesitantly, something left the safety of the brush to venture out into the field. It wan- dered around, searching for its prey. Ryoko and Kiyone gasped at the sight of the creature. They redoubled their efforts to escape. Mihoshi cried in fright, clinging to Kiyone, and frustrating Kiyone's attempts to escape. "You're right, Washu. It is more terrifying than a bear," Tenchi gulped, not sure of what to do. "It" was a six foot Caucasian male with short blonde hair, brown eyes, a light tan, and wearing a Dragonball Z T-shirt and jeans. In his left hand, he held a small spiral notebook inside which he wrote various ideas, good or otherwise. Mihoshi screamed. "It's a fanfic writer. Someone save me!" Washu aimed her pistol at the writer. "Let's see, what would happen if Ranma and Co. were to wander in to Bloom County?" the slightly derranged (to even suggest this crossover) writer thought out loud. Then he saw the girls. "What do we have here?" he asked as his gaze rested upon the struggling trio. "Hi gals. Listen, I know that you've been busy working on Shin Tenchi-Muyo!, but if you want a change of pace, I'm working on a series of Saturday Night Live crossover sketches for your cast, amongst other ideas." The was directed to Kiyone along with a lecherous look. Kiyone blanched in fright and struggled all the more intensely to escape before he could tell about his... other ideas. BLAM!! The field in front of Tenchi dissapeared in a flash of light and heat. The trio was thrown by the shock wave, and came crashing down, stunned, in another field. Ryoko took the brunt of the landing, unintentionly cushioning Kiyone and Mihoshi. It would be a while before any of them recovered their senses. Tenchi waited for the last echo to fade before opening his eyes again. He saw Washu load a new energy cell into her pistol. Then he looked at the field. The scene was apalling. The damage to the field resembled the damage caused by the Mass when they attacked Ryoko. Caught in the center of the blast was the stunned writer, who resembled Wile E. Coyote after many a mishap with dynamite. His pen and notebook, both charred to ash, crumbled to the floor. Tenchi thought he heard the writer squeak "Did anyone get the liscense of that semi?" before the luckless writer collasped comically in another imitation of the Coyote. "I got him," Washu exclaimed triumphantly. "Little Washu, was this necessary?" Tenchi wondered aloud. "Of course," she snickered. "It's essential to control the population of this species." Author's notes- Insert typical "This is my first fanfic, so go easy please" spiel here. Personally, I don't care about how harsh criticism unless its spite- fully cruel or a variation of "this sucks, you suck, and that's all I'm going to say to you." If it has its faults, tell me. If you like it, tell me. If you think I should retire, tell me. I might not listen (especially to the last), but it'll help me to improve my writing. Send any comments to Achariyth@AOL.com (Taking a deep breath and medication) This idea is gleaned from an old Outland comic strip that I couldn't resist adapting to the world of Anime/Manga fanfiction. This could have been any number of characters from any number of series, but I chose Tenchi because I am most familar with that series' characters. Besides, there's too much Ranma out there. As for future projects, there will probably be a couple more stories gleamed from Outland or Bloom County, as well as a three+ episode series entitled Tenchi-Muyo! Ryo-ohki -Earth and Sky. This will be more serious than this one.