[Prologue: Stories are Universal]

Lately Mikoto had been having trouble putting her two hyperactive children to sleep. At first she handled it just fine. However, as the weeks went by, she visibly looked more tired than usual. The King of Hoshido saw his wife just a little more lethargic than usual and decided to help her with the twins.

But what exactly could he do? He admitted he was better with a blade than with a bottle of milk and a dirty diaper. No one speaks about the time Queen Mikoto asked him to spill some of the milk he prepared into his arm and bare skin to check if it was too warm or cold. King Summeragi learned two lessons that day: leave the milk making to the retainers, and never use boiling water for milk again.

Yet if there was one thing that he loved as a child, it was the stories and tales that his mother and father told him before.

…

Ages ago before the dawn of time, 12 dragons watched the birth of a new world. These mighty, and majestic creatures govern their lands, and they helped shape and teach the lesser beings under their rule. However, Hyrda, one of the 12 dragons grew… ambitious.

In his greed, he attacked his brothers and sisters with powers he had learned from the secrets of death. His attacks were vicious, and only two Dragons remained to survive his onslaught: the Dragon of Colors and the Dragon of Wishes.

In his final assault, the two remaining brothers fought desperately against their brother but with little hope against his army.

The Dragon of Colors was wakened and injured, making the Dragon of Wishes the only one capable of even opposing him.

"Brother, you must flee!" Colors weakly cried to his brother.

"No. If this continues on, Hydra will destroy everything we have created."

"But he is invincible! We cannot stop him!"

The Dragon of Wishes looked over to his brother. "I ask of you a favor, old friend. Go, turn yourself into a Human and hide yourself. Look over the Humans for us."

"W-What? Brother, what are you doing?"

"You are right, (Colors), I do not stand a chance against Hydra… but I can still do one last thing." The Dragon of Wishes sped off, gathering energy like never before and heading towards their fallen brother. The Dragon of Colors could only watch as his last brother gathered lights shining brighter than the stars.

Hyrda charged towards the Dragon of Wishes, but was tackled down by his glowing brother. (Wishes) slammed him into the mountains, but did not stop there, he was using all of his power to drag Hydra deeper and deeper into the earth. His greedy brother tried to free himself, but with each damage done to the dragon, he only shined brighter.

In the very depths of the earth, (Wishes) unleashed all of the gathered energy, creating a permanent tear in time and space, and creating a dimension to forever trap Hyrda within it.

(Colors) weakly stood up in the new and ruined world. His brother had made the ultimate sacrifice, and saved most Humans and himself from Hyrda by sealing himself away.

However, among the dawn of the new day, the last dragon shed a tear, wishing his brother would come back to him…

…

"I don't like that story!" The little girl huffed and pouted her lips as hard as she could.

"Yeah!" A boy with the same exact face, yet different gender yelled out in agreement.

"But it's an ancient folklore passed down by generations!" The father tried to explain to his adorable daughter and son.

The mother sighed and shook her head. "Alright that decides it; you are no longer allowed to tell bed time stories to our children, Summeragi."

"But Mikoto! I tell Ryoma stories like that and my warrior exploits and he likes it!"

"Ryoma has different tastes than Corrin and Kamui, my love." Mikoto spoke out before walking towards the bed of the twins and hugging her daughter and son.

"Daddy is terrible with stories!" The little girl shouted.

"The worst!" The boy echoed.

"What! Never have I been so shamed until this very moment!" The Father gasped. "I will not stand for this!"

"Then sit down. Try again, beloved. But this time, try a story with a better ending."

The father mumbled but sat beside his second wife and his new children. "Ahh! Yes, I know this one for sure! It is the famous tale of the Golden Warrior. It was my favorite tale when I was young."

The young kids seemed excited, while his wife looked pleasantly surprised. "I have never heard that tale before." The wife looked at him.

"My father once told me about it. He heard of it from a mysterious traveling merchant, and the tale entranced him when he was young." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Now then…"

…

There was once an evil King who ruled all with an iron fist. His power was vast, and none could stand up to him. One day, the evil king burned a lowly kingdom to the ground, killing all those who lived within in. However, a child of the kingdom was sent away before their kingdom burned to the ground.

Within a new, poorer kingdom, the young survivor learned the many secrets the smaller kingdom had to offer, growing in skill and strength to protect his new home and friends. One day, the Evil King turned his sights on the small Kingdom, threatening the peace of that place with his massive power.

The battle was brutal, and the Survivor had lost many of his valued comrades. But instead of losing hope, the Survivor tapped into the secrets and skills he had honed over the time he had spent on the small kingdom. In a burst of rage, his spirit granted him power that was beyond imagination.

The earth trembled, fire dissipated, winds grew turbulent, and oceans crashed at the power of the Survivor, who was said to turn into a Golden Warrior.

With the new power in hand, The Golden Warrior eventually defeated the evil tyrant and freed people all from him and his family's hold.

…

The father beamed proudly after finishing his tale.

"What ever happened to the Golden Warrior?" His big eyed step-son asked.

"Well they say he just vanished. Perhaps he helped rebuild his adopted home, or he lived his life quietly."

"Oh." The girl then yawned tiredly before the wife put her gently to bed.

"Good night my princess and prince. Sweet dreams." She kissed their foreheads before putting a blanket over her daughter and son.

"… They didn't like it did they?" The father sighed in defeat. Never had he felt so shamed in his entire life.

His wife kindly put a hand on his cheek. "They did, those two always asks questions when they wants to know more about something they like. I must thank you though, you treat them both so kindly."

"Still… I still feel hesitant when they call me father. I love them both dearly, but I am not their blood father," he winced as he looked worried towards his wife. "I am sorry I did not mean to bring him up."

"Blood does not define family, Summeragi. Corrin, Kamui, and I love you with all of our hearts. My first love did his best to protect me, and I will never forget him for that, but I also love you for welcoming me with such open arms." She whispered and kissed him. "Besides, I feel like I am intruding, coming after the death of your first love."

Summeragi cupped his wife's chin. "You are never intruding, Mikoto. My family and kingdom loves you just as you love us. I promise this."

The two embraced each other kindly. They left their Children's room, moving towards their bedroom…

"Trunks! Trunks! Where are you?" She cried out as she tried to look for her son. It was the middle of the night, where could he have gone? Her mind started getting worried. Were the androids here? Did they find him? Did they—she was being very illogical about this. She needed to calm down. She had a detector in case the Androids were even 1000 miles nearby them. If they were even close, they had (hopefully) more than enough time to hide out or move away.

The mother felt relieved as she found her son out on the roof top looking at the night sky.

"Trunks! Why didn't you answer me?" The mother called out to the son, who seemingly stopped from whatever deep thought he had and looked towards his mom.

"O-oh mother! Sorry, I was just thinking."

The mother was very relieved that her son was just here. "Well there's more time to think later, come on in. You'll catch a cold out here."

The son did not stand up just yet. "Hey mom?"

"Yeah?"

"… About Gohan's Dad… I never asked, but how did you meet him?"

A smile appeared on her face. A smile about one of the most embarrassing, yet grand adventure she ever had.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. I promise. Right now, you better go to sleep you man because that is a very long story."

Before I was slain, I created a story with the Dragon of Wishes.

It was not some epic tale, nor horrible tragedy.

It was a story of wonder, and childish imagination.

What if, there where worlds beyond our own?

What would they be like?

Who would live in them?

But most of all… would they be our friend?

… I did not expect an actual answer to my many questions.

"I—Impossible! I am a God! I've become a God!" –A familiar being.

[Prologue 1 Part 2: The Impossible.]

This was it.

His mother had created a Time Machine.

Well, honestly it probably wasn't a real Time Machine. In theory it was impossible for him to change the past, but in this case, he could go back to the past of another world and prevent them from suffering the same way his world did. And after all that, they could bring the Goku of that world back here to help him defeat the Androids here.

Multiverse Theory and all that.

So that was it, best to just press the right coordinates and just punch the machine to activate.

OK, he probably was trying to downsize something very important—Time travel for cryin' out loud—and something dangerous and untested. If the numbers were even slightly wrong, who knows what could happen to him?

But no, his mom was the most brilliant scientist in the world. She would never make that mistake. He would put his life on it.

The Time Machine flew up into the sky before gathering energy. Trunks pressed the coordinates and got ready to jump into the past.

Perhaps I should take a page from their book. However, death is something too easily detected… Oh I know.

Trunk was about to press the final button until alarms started to blare. He looked around, trying to find out what had happened, but before he could press the emergency stop button, the Time Machine vanished.

In a split second, Trunks felt like he was in a washing machine as the Time Machine suddenly threw him around the cockpit like a rag doll, he didn't have time to balance himself before he felt the throwing become even worse. He tried to grip onto his seat despite the alarms blaring loudly. He looked out of his cockpit to notice that he had just appeared in some kind of dark canyon like area and he was about to crash—

[Elsewhere…]

Welcome to Toki Toki City, a technological marvel filled with both magic and science, in this special place, the Supreme Kai of Time, Chorona lives in this magical place as the head of the Time Patrol, a group of warriors from different worlds and timelines to protect the timestream. It was here were one of their main leaders, Trunks, was walking down the usual halls until something suddenly caused him to drop to his knees.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!?"

The Supreme Kai of Time (Who was much smaller and looked nothing like what you would originally think of someone who owns that title) and her Pet owl, Tokitoki, (A Being very sensitive to time and may have the potential to destroy all of time when killed—do not attempt please.) turned back to the Assistant Trunks who fell to his knees and writhed in horrible pain. He was yelling out loud madly and clutching his head.

"Trunks! What's wrong!?" The Supreme Kai of time called out, but her assistant still continued screaming.

"Trunks!?" The Future Warrior, or simply known as Future (Another leader and powerful member of the Time Warriors) came into the room as well, hearing the voice of their friend.

The Supreme Kai turned to the Future Warrior. "Get him to a bed and subdue him! I'll try to find out what's going on in the timeline!"

The Future Warrior nodded, trying to grapple with his friend to calm down. "Trunks! Snap out of it!"

The Supreme Kai of Time worked fast, looking over as many Time Scrolls to find out what was happening to her assistant. This was different from the time when he was almost erased from existence, yet something felt off with the way Tokitoki was moving. As soon as the two of them started trying to find something wrong, the owl slowed down greatly as if he was weakened by something.

Something was wrong. This was different from the previous time when some demons tried to kill Trunk's past self, but what could be happening this time? Last time he was fading out of existence, now? She never saw something like this before.

Then she found the anomaly. She quickly grabbed the scroll, and looked at what error caused her Assistant's current state.

"What!? I don't understand, where is it… wait… what is this!?"

Hmm. The idea was good, but even so, his type of power would be detected too easily. Oh? It looks like that problem has already been solved for me. My my, that is very convenient!

[Prologue 1 Part 3: The Unlikely]

His head hurt.

He was in so much pain and he didn't even understand what was going on. But something was telling him that there was something very important he had to do.

"O-Oh! Are you awake?" A gentle and somewhat shy voice called out.

He blinked several times, he felt the heat of the sun despite there being shade over him and he also felt like he was almost on the ground if not for the straw he was feeling. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a girl with brown hair and a simple complexion.

"W-Who are…?"

"Oh umm. My name is Mozu and you're in my village around the border of Hosido and Nohr." The plain brown haired girl said.

"Ho… shedoo? No…ire?" He blinked several times before moving his hand towards his head. As he did, his muscles sent him a message something was wrong. "Gah…"

"Oh don't move! Some of our people found you wandering the forest near our town gravely injured! Joil, our town apothecary tended to your wounds as best as he could. So rest up for now." Mozu gently tried to push him back down. "… Can you… tell me your name?"

"My name?" The purple haired man thought about it for a bit, but his head started to hurt a lot as he tried to think about it. "It's Trunks." He managed to mutter.

"Trunks? That's a strange name, it sounds Nohrian, but at the same time it doesn't…" Mozu told him. "So Trunks, what happened to you?"

"I… I don't remember…" No matter how hard he tried, Trunks couldn't remember anything but his name. He was drawing blanks every time he tried to think.

"You don't know how you got injured?" Mozu spoke out for him.

He paused for a second, trying more to think. "It's more than that, aside from my name, I don't remember anything."

At first Mozu thought he was still tired from his injuries and hopped that he would recall later as he rested. He didn't.

… A few days later, Trunks wounds had rapidly healed thanks to the town medic. Mozu and her mother, Karean, were helping Trunks to finally leave their bed and walk around town.

While he was bedridden, Trunks was taught about the land he was currently in. In this land there were two powerful kingdoms called Hoshido and Nohr. The two had been at each other's throats for as long as anyone could remember and have had several wars in the past. This time, they were in an era of uneasy peace. Trunks asked a lot about the world he was in since besides his name, he clearly knew nothing at all. The village he was in didn't have fancy libraries or even that many books, but Mozu and her mother did try to tell him as much as they could, which Trunks very much appreciated since they were helping someone who probably forgot everything about his homes.

The older woman smiled as she took out a sword and a small white pendant with some kind of faded logo in it that was on top of a pile of clothes. "The clothes you came in were all burned and torn up, and what wasn't destroyed was covered in your blood. However, we were able to find this strange white plastic like pendant and your sword was still fine."

"I have a sword?" Trunks spoke out as he took the blade first. His hand automatically trailed towards the handle before he himself could consciously grip it. He unsheathed his blade, and saw his reflection on the well polished blade.

The sword in his hand was a longsword with a black leather-wrapped hilt and a metal bar as the hand guard. It was carried around in an orange scabbard with a navy-blue strap that like liked it went across the chest.

"It's a rather beautiful blade. It also looks custom made as well. I've never seen a sword like it, but then again you don't usually find high quality weapons in a simple town like this." The mother commented yet the stranger still did not move.

"… Trunks? Are you alright?" Mozu asked as Trunks stared deeply into the reflection of his sword.

"Oh sorry, I dozed out for a second." He said as he put the blade back into the scabbard and took the village clothes.

A little later, Trunks came out in the villager attire of a blue collar shirt with long sleeves, pants, and boots. There was just something somewhat familiar about them… *{This is based off Donnel's clothes minus the pan from Fire Emblem Awakening.}

"This feels… homey. I like it." Trunks stated as he slung his sword and scabbard across from him and placed the strange small capsule like object around his neck like a necklace. He had pressed the button like part on the capsule, but nothing happened. Still, he felt as if there was something faint in the back of his mind to keep it.

"Well compared to the clothes you had on a while ago?" Karean smiled.

"I'm sorry I guess I'm not used to this type of clothing, but thank you really for the hospitality." Trunks spoke out before bowing politely.

Karean took the answer with a nod. "Come on, it's time you saw this village rather than hear about it from inside our home." The mother of Mozu motioned for both her daughter and Trunks out of the house.

The town was bustling and much larger than Trunks originally expected. It was filled with nice people who seemed very warm towards Mozu and her mother, almost like they were like celebrities in their own town. However, as they started walking, Trunks felt… off. It was like he was seeing things, yet at the same time, he couldn't exactly see.

He couldn't quite put it to words, but he found himself looking over his shoulder and almost… sensing… children around the corner behind him, trying to spy on him from the corner of the houses and homes.

As soon as he looked over his shoulder, the kids all yelped and hid back behind their spots. This made Mozu and her mother laugh at the sight.

"They're looking at me like some sort of animal." Trunks commented as he turned back. He swore he could still feel the kids even though they were away from his sight, like he could know exactly where they were at this very moment.

"We don't get a lot of travelers around here except the traveling merchants," The older farmer explained. "It's not every day we get a mysterious swordsman to tumble into our doorstep."

"I see." The purple haired man spoke out before realizing something. That feeling that 'sixth sense' he was using to sense everyone around the village, suddenly flared into his head. He could sense something… malevolent? There was something in his soul screaming at him to get ready to fight for some reason.

Trunks quickly looked towards the south of the Village where the he felt the direction of this bloodlust from. He didn't quite notice his hand reaching for his bland until he felt the familiar grip of his handle.

"Trunks?" Mozu asked as she and her mom suddenly saw the tense look in Trunk's blue eyes.

At that moment, one of the villagers came running in a state of panic. "Everyone bandits! Hide everything! Protect the children!"

It actually didn't take much to throw the villagers to worry. They started scrambling everywhere the moment one of them yelled bandits.

Karean quickly looked to Mozu and Trunks. "Come on! We have to hide!"

The moment she said that, the amenesiac felt something overlapping.

We have to hide!

But mom!? What about them!?

I'm sorry, but no one can stop them. Not anymore.

Trunks held his head briefly as a sudden pain in his head flashed. There was overwhelming feeling of helplessness and frustration he had, but he couldn't understand why. Something about hiding and silently waiting as others suffered… it disgusted him to the core.

"Huh? Trunks, wait! Where are you going!?" Mozu called out as the stranger suddenly ran off the direction where the Bandits were seen.

However, she was surprised at how fast he was moving. She thought Samurai were some of the fastest people in the land, but the way Trunks was moving, he could probably out run even flying and land mounts!

The amnesiac did not notice himself moving that fast honestly. But he knew his instincts weren't lying. There was a reason why he was getting ready to fight, and obviously he must have been some kind of warrior.

The people in the village were peaceful and kind. They tended to him when he was weak, so he was for sure going to return that favor one way or another.

Then in the distance, he saw a large group of rough and buff looking people with many varying weapons.

"Well what be this then?" A thick accented man in front of the group of bandits swaggered forward with a giant Axe resting on his right shoulder. "A little boy come 'ere tryn' to play Hero? How adorable!"

All following grunts laughed cruelly at Trunks as he got ready to draw his blade off its scabbard.

"Listen up! Turn back around and leave this place alone!" The swordsman proclaimed for all of them to hear, but it only made them laugh even harder. Still, Trunks kind of wondered why—even though he was heavily outnumbered 1 to 20—he felt like he was in no actual trouble. In fact, he felt as if he didn't even need to draw his sword for this which was more confusing than worrying.

As the laughter died down, the leader spoke up again.

"Ya gon lost ya marbles boy? Boys, let's show him how it's done!" The guy spoke out before him, and the rest of them charged right for Trunks.

… Really slowly.

(What the?) Trunks thought to himself as it looked like they were all walking up to him, but his mind was noticing a million things in such little time. His head hurt, but he felt like he was starting to get it. Everything else was still normal, but he was moving faster.

For the bandits, the leader of the group saw the boy clutch his head and just thought this wouldn't even be a warm up—

Why is suddenly everything sky blue? And what's this feeling— "AAHHHHGHK!"

The leader's body fell down unconscious with a mighty thud as he flew a thirty feet into the sky and land back down on the ground.

(Oh. Wow. Did I just do that?) Trunks himself was shocked as he stayed frozen in an uppercut form. He wanted to hit the guy with all his might, but something dramatically stopped him from following through faster than he could think. (Yeesh, well even if I don't remember, looks like my body seems to be stronger than I thought it would be.)

"What the heck was that!?" One of the grunts yelled in shock.

"It must have been a trick! Get that punk!" The rest of them all raced right for Trunks with vengeance alit in their eyes.

The stranger simply sweat dropped and tried to let his instincts came over him. He was really surprised at how his body weaved through his attackers like water. And despite seemingly feel himself hold back, he was able to so easily knock away men twice his size like a kick ball.

(This is kinda anti climatic…) Trunks thought to himself as he started to ease into it more. Seeing no reason to even harm further or kill people he was actually toying with.

In a few seconds afterward, all the bandits were face down with Trunks breaking each and every last one of their weapons like toothpicks.

(Wow besides my sword, their weapons were kind of weak.) Trunks thought to himself before looking towards the Leader who was slowly regaining consciousness.

"You sure showed me how it's done." Trunks smirked. "Now, I'm not gonna say again. Leave." His smirk dropped quickly and glared.

Without their weapons, the bandits packed their things and left for the hills quickly. Trunks felt a feeling of pride in his chest, but it was quickly followed with confusion. He just beat the crap out of twenty or so taller and obviously more muscular men like babies!

Trunks looked at the palm of his hands, and despite some spit that may have gotten on his fist when he punched a few of them in the jaw, they looked fine.

(Alright, so apparently, I'm super human. … Neat? Why am I so strong anyway? Not that I'm complaining, but that was seriously weird.)

The purple haired swords man felt his senses telling him to turn around.

"Trunks! Wait, you can't! … Huh?" Mozu had finally caught up with the man, worried that he would do something so reckless as facing a gang of bandits by himself. To her surprise, she was already noticing the distant bandits running for the hills with Trunks looking unharmed.

"I sent them running. They shouldn't bother you guys again."

"Y-You did that? But you were outnumbered…" Mozu told him as she stared at him with confused eyes.

Trunks felt kind of embarrassed by how Mozu was staring at him and rubbed the back of his head. "Well they were a lot weaker than I thought they would be."

"Weak?! But they were… even so you! … I… who are you?" Mozu asked.

"That's the million Zeni question isn't it?" Trunks slipped up.

"Zeni? Don't you mean gold?"

"Huh, where did that come from? But I gotta admit; it looks like I'm not the only one who's curious about my past."

[End Of Prologue]

Once upon a time, in a place so foreign and far, there lived a survivor of a dying world plagued by immortal metal monsters. No matter what, the monsters that plagued his home were too strong for him to handle. Alone and powerless, the Survivor sought to go into the past to either correct the mistakes of his descendants, or bring a hero into their own time.

But a hand was played to intervene in that tale. The Survivor was taken out of his story before he could save millions of lives by his action. His world's Overseers scramble to find the one who helped save that world, and pray that it is not too late to fix what has been changed. However, within this other world, a new path has opened up…

Now three worlds hang in the balance of what the Survivor shall do in a war spanning the cosmos.

A/N: Uh hi. Just trying out something really weird. As you can see this is probably one of the very few Fire Emblem/DBZ stories out there. I haven't checked, but then again, who would think to look for such a strange crossover? But on the other side, I have seen some rather obscure crossovers before like a Video Game called Senran Kagura, a game about scantily clad ninja girls has a crossover with the mischievous and trouble bound boys of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. It's really surreal seeing such two different ideas come together.

So then came this idea. I really thought about this and then I kind of saw a potential in this crossover. You would think that Trunks would actually fit better with Fire Emblem Awakening since basically the children characters are all like him in that they are from the future saving their parents and no matter what they do there, they can't change their future anymore.

But for some reason, I just wanted him here because I thought it would be fun to ship him with some of the girls in Fates since I thought they were hotter. I'm not entirely sure which paring I want to go, but I know it's going to be fun to see what happens. (I'm leaning towards the Female Avatar, Azura/Aqua, and Lucina. A three way tie… huh? Lucina?)

This idea has a lot of fun potential and I'm excited to show you that while Trunks may still be powerful despite having amnesia he's not exactly going to curb stomp everything that moves. In fact, there's a chance that he may become more powerful by the time this story is over.

So yeah. Here's a strange Crossover that I hope you guys like. And look forward to the second chapter where Trunks starts his quest to find his memories!

Where do you think he will go? Hoshido? Or Nohr?