Tenchi stood there frozen, what was the best way to tell Ryoko that he had spent the night in her mother’s womb? Images of his grizzly death flashed through the young man’s mind. It would be quite ironic that he was going to die without ever having sex, let still he would go out with having been completely amerced in a woman’s sex. Tenchi closed his eyes and waited to meet his maker, when Washu’s childish giggles filled the kitchen.

Tenchi looked at the chuckling girl, wondering if she had come to the same conclusion that he did. Maybe knowing that she was going to die at the ripe age of 20,000 had fried her overdeveloped brain. Washu’s giggles became full-blown laughter and she was soon joined by Mihoshi’s own laughter. As Washu’s laughter died down, Mihoshi continued to laugh. When the blond detective finally stopped, everyone looked at her oddly.

“Sorry,” Mihoshi said, still lightly giggling. “Washu’s laughter was contagious.”

“With a bit of luck, not as contagious as your stupidity,” Ryoko muttered, momentarily distracted by Mihoshi’s thickness. Turning back to her mother, Ryoko sneered and looked down at her currently adult blood relation. Washu was looking unconcerned and checking her reflection in a frying pan. This only infuriated Ryoko more, she was only a step away from bloody murder and her intended victim was worried about her hair.

“Would you stop looking at yourself in the mirror and give me an answer!” Ryoko screeched. She really wanted to fall back on her old ways of hurting first, then ask questions, but she needed to know what her Tenchi had been doing all night.

“You say something?” Washu asked, pretending to notice Ryoko for the first time. Ryoko growled and clenched her fists. She had to remind herself that matricide was wrong and she couldn’t kill anyone with a child and Mihoshi present. Taking a calming breath, Ryoko glared daggers at Washu and started to repeat her question.

“I heard your question and I’m going to answer it. Just give me a second to check my boobs, I think they might still be leaking onto my shirt.” Tenchi slapped his forehead and murmured a prayer to every deity he could think of. If he was lucky, the killing blow would be quick and painless.

“Washu, why would your breasts be leaking?” Asked the ever-curious Sasami.

Smiling at the girl’s child like innocence, Washu said, “because I’ve been gushing milk from these babies all morning, if it weren’t for Tenchi, then I think I would of drowned in my own juices,” Washu chuckled softly, everyone looked at Washu with mixtures of shock and outrage. The outrage was exclusive to two girls.

“Why are your breasts dripping milk and what was Tenchi’s role in helping you?” Ayeka was showing a lot more discipline then Ryoko, not much, but more. The only thing keeping her rooted to the floor and not sucker punching Washu, was that doing that was not becoming of a princess.

“Well, that’s between me and two of my children. Now excuse me, I have some fine tuning to do to my latest machine.” Before anyone could object, Washu disappeared from the kitchen, leaving two fuming and three utterly confused girls.

“Ryoko, if you knew what Washu was doing, why didn’t you tell us?” Mihoshi asked. Ryoko huffed and stomped out of the kitchen.