Someone Had To Say It
A Tenchi Muyo-Ranma ½ Minicrossover
By tim gueguen

Based on characters and situations from the series Tenchi Muyo and Ranma ½. This story is for non-commercial entertainment purposes only, with no intent to violate copyright for personal gain.

Ranma Saotome sat on a large rock. A wide grin was plastered across the pigtailed young man's face. "So, let me get this straight." He pointed at an old man, dressed in the robes of a Shinto priest. "You're actually an alien from some place called Jurai, and the prince of a space empire."

The man in question, Katsuhito Masaki, nodded. "That's correct."

"And those two girls are your sisters," said Ranma, waving at a pair of young women standing nearby. One looked to be about eleven or twelve and had her long blue hair tied into long twin ponytails, while the other looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, her dark hair styled much more conservatively. The two girls nodded. "And that guy over there is your grandson," added Ranma, pointing at a boy with short black hair who was about the same age as Ranma was. "Which would make them his great aunts."

"Hmmm, it would I suppose," mused Katsuhito.

"Alright. Now, you were supposed to marry the older of your two younger sisters, right?" Katsuhito nodded. "But now, and you'll correct me if I'm wrong, she wants to marry your grandson, her great nephew, instead."

"Umm, yes," said Aeka, the young woman in question.

Ranma's face contorted as he tried to hold back what was coming. But he couldn't. He burst into roaring laughter, shaking heavily as he did.

"Whats so funny?" asked Tenchi Masaki, the other young man present.

"I'm sorry but geez, where do you guys come from, the Planet of the Hillbillies? 'Garsh pa, when I a grows up I wantsta marry muh granny, cuz she's sure nuff pretty.'" Ranma shifted his arms so it looked as if he was holding a musical instrument. "Guess I shoulda brought a banjo! Duhduhduh- duh-duhduh-duh," he said while miming strumming a banjo. "So, they got running water back home or are you still using an out.."

The assembled Juraians glared at Ranma, their faces full of malice. Even the youngest, Sasami, who was normally one of the most friendly and gentle people one could meet, was outraged. "Get him!" she snarled.

"Uh oh," said Ranma. With reflexes honed by years of martial arts training, and years of running away from trouble, Ranma shot to his feet and started to run as fast as he could. The angry Juraians were hot on his heels, an aura of violent energy crackling around them that threw off powerful bolts of electricity that just missed Ranma as he ran.

Two people watched the spectacle as it flashed by them. The taller of the two, a young woman with spiky cyan hair, turned to her companion. "You know Washu, the kid does have a point."

Washu nodded, her long and spiky red hair bouncing as she did. "Indeed he does Ryoko, indeed he does." A wide grin appeared on her face. "But would you tell them that?"

"Hell, no!" said Ryoko with a chuckle. "I'm not that eager to die!"

(The author would like to note that he has no intention of insulting hillbillies with this story. The Juraian Royal Family on the other hand..)