She could try and snatch Tenchi’s trouser python another day; nearly bearing crushed by Mihoshi had taken a lot of the fun out of being this size. After she called Hakubi and got her shrinking gun a resizer function and turned Mihoshi into a flea on her ass, then she could have some shrunken playtime in Tenchi’s pants.
“Hey Sasami, could you carry me to my intergalactic COM system?” Washu asked the younger princess of Jura. Mihoshi was about to carry Washu instead; a death glare was enough to convince her that touching the miniature redhead could result in diminutive human bites on her hand. Sasami happily picked up Washu and carried her to the computer. Even having to ask for a ride across the room was humiliating for Washu. Ideas were already forming in her mind for making a miniature means of transport system incase of another accidental shrinking, knowing the things that happen around here it wasn’t a bad idea. Sasami placed Washu on the consol for intergalactic COM system; she was about to dial Hakubi number when Washu stopped her with a shake of her head. Washu proceeded to hope onto the speed dial for Hakubi, if she didn’t have that then she’d have hopped on all the buttons; she may be tiny, but she refused to lose her independence. The screen ringed several times, until the face of a weary red-haired man in a pair of overalls appeared on screen. He had grease all over him and was holding something in his hand that looked like a wrench. Both mother and son looked at one another then shouted in stereo.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” they said together.
“Mom, are you standing on the consol at only a few inches tall?” Hakubi asked, as he winched at his small parent.
“Why are you dirty and wearing overalls?” Washu asked, as she tried to see her son under all that grease.
“I volunteered to help the Charon cluster out in space when they went to war with the Chromagnic nebula, I just got done completely refitting their weapons with pulse canons. Now, what happened to you?” Hakubi said all this while trying to clean some of the slick grease off his hands.
“I got blasted by an experimental shrink ray, could you come and assist your small mother in constructing a resizer for my gun?” Washu decided not to say it was Mihoshi that had blasted her or Hakubi would of gone gaga and she wouldn’t get an answer. When she was finished talking, Washu tried to use her most powerful weapon, her puppy dog eyes. Sadly, Hakubi could barely see his mother’s face, so the puppy dog eyes were ineffective.
“I’m really sorry mom, but I promised to help save a hundred billion. Give me a week and maybe I’ll be able to help you with your gun,” Hakubi said, beyond doubt truly sorry he couldn’t be there for his mother, but he was sure she could understand why he couldn’t make it. Just so you know, Hakubi only doesn’t know his mother as well as a lot of people.
“A WEEK!” She cried. She didn’t want to be the new family pet for a day, but a week.
“Come on there is another hundred billion people in the next galaxy, everything will even itself out eventually.” Washu tried to bargain, but Hakubi had already hung up. Washu stood in front of the blank screen with a twitching eye.
“Washu would you like to come up for supper and inform the family about what has happened?” Sasami asked gently, she could see how volatile Washu was and was treading softly.