Fateful Meetings
by Sora G. Silverwind

Summary: On the way home from a restful vacation at Ksa2's hot springs, Bomberman gets pulled into a black hole and thrown into the middle of a celestial mess. Novelization/re-telling of the game "Bomberman 64: The Second Attack."

Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and other randomosities.

Author's notes: I was finally able to bring this back to life (slightly) after a long period of deadness. Huzzah!

Contains spoilers for the game, which should be a given. I am also blatantly abusing my creative license and taking some massive (and by that I mean HOLY MOTHER-OF-A-SON THAT'S FREAKIN' HUGE) liberties with what's in the game...my biggest offense being that all the characters, save for our lovable plushie Pommy, are in human forms imagined by yours truly. (And not chibi human forms, either.)

EDIT - Fateful Meetings is now in bite-sized chapters for your pleasure!

Disclaimer: I don't own the original plot, or the original characters (Bomberman, Pommy, and company). I do, however, own the last names of the characters, their human forms, and whatever customizations I made them go through for the sake of this fanfic.

Special thanks to: Cremesavers, bottles of mocha frappuccino, Vatical Entertainment, thesaureseseses, and finals week.

B-O-M-B

Shiro, better known to most people as Bomberman, was happily reading a book in the plush pilot's seat of his custom spacecraft. Taking a breather from the fast-paced adventures of Corri Farblood, he reclined in his seat and reflected upon the past few months or so. He hadn't had time to himself like this in...well...a long time. Sure, there'd been times that he'd been able to secure a few hours alone in his usual busy schedule, but most of the time he also had something hanging over his head, eating away at his conscience—like that 10-page sociology paper he'd been putting off, or that physics lab report he had to fix, or those utility bills that he had to pay off, or helping his friend Kuro get out of yet another female fiasco. And then there had been that riot on Primus Star a few months ago he'd had to go clean up because the diplomat that Bomber Star had sent to mediate between the royal family and the rival faction couldn't negotiate his way out of a wet paper bag.

But now that was all behind him, and Bomberman looked forward to a bright, carefree future.

GRRMBLE!

Bomberman simpered and held his stomach, slumping a bit in his seat. He knew he shouldn't have skipped that last meal on Ksa2. He'd wanted to save a little money because he still had some outrageous credit card bills to pay off, but now he was just paying for his stinginess. Bomberman hadn't even thought to get something for the road, and his control panel didn't have a vending machine of any sort, although he was pretty sure he'd asked for one when ordering this custom job. "What a way to end my vacation," he grumbled, feeling his initially cheerful spirit rapidly plummet down the emotional drain. "I can't even see a planet or pit stop for miles!"

His dark brown eyes wandered over to his right, where, on the co-pilot's seat, sat a rather large egg with bright pink spots. A little girl on Ksa2 had given it to him as a thank-you gift for helping her find her pet viper. Suspicious at first, Bomberman was happy he had decided to take it. I bet I can fry it when I get to an inhabited planet, Bomberman thought hungrily, closing his book in anticipation. Of course, that's assuming I live to see one around here, he added forlornly, looking out the windows and seeing nothing but inky black space broken only by a few specks of starlight. Why the heck aren't there any planets around here? There should at least an asteroid stand in these parts...

An ominous rumble suddenly came from outside.

SHHHHNK!

Bomberman glanced up to see meteorites and space junk hurtling past his ship at ridiculously high speeds. One particularly large space rock grazed the side of the spacecraft, causing it to jerk and nearly throwing Bomberman out of his seat. "Naruto!" he said, addressing the ship's main computer. "Scan out space in a 500 kilometer radius!"

"Space singularity, 58 kilometers ahead," Naruto chirped a minute later. A holographic screen showing a grid of heavily distorted green lines popped up, along with smaller screens describing the properties of the singularity, otherwise known as a black hole. "Diameter: 200 kilometers. Event horizon is 50 kilometers from our current position."

"Damn!" With a yank of a lever, Bomberman activated the engines, and attempted to turn his shuttle around. "Naruto, full throttle on all four engines!" he ordered. But Bomberman hadn't gotten far before two more pieces of garbage slammed into his ship, pushing it closer to the dark, foreboding mouth of the black hole.

SLLNKKK-CRRASSH!

"Upper and lower left engines out and disabled," Naruto warned.

"Crap!" The young man stomped his foot on the floor in frustration, his pure white hair plastered to his now-sweaty face. "What else could possibly go wrong—?"

"Warning: we have entered the event horizon," came Naruto's mechanical voice. "Repeat, we have entered the event horizon."

Bomberman bit his lip nervously and swore again. He was doomed now, for sure. In about three minutes he would succumb to the immense gravity of the black hole and be flattened like a pancake. What could he do now? Half his engines were shot! He could barely move, let alone escape. Unless... "Naruto!" Bomberman said. "Activate jump mode! We're going to teleport out!"

"Cannot activate jump mode. Space-time continuum too distorted to make safe teleportation."

Bomberman's ship lurched again, more violently than before. He sailed across the floor and into the opposite wall, slamming into the cold steel. The last thing he thought of before he blacked out was a scrambled egg sandwich.

B-O-M-B

Within the black hole, on the lost planet of Alcatraz, two unidentified soldiers were discussing their latest haul of junk and what to do with it.

"Just dump it all in here. There's nothing that looks really important. And toss the guy in one of the jail cells, maybe the one that the Lilith girl escaped from. Shame that we weren't able to keep her...she was such a hottie."

"Nah, too violent for my tastes." A few rummaging sounds entered the conversation. "Hey, what should I do with this egg?"

"Are you stupid? It's a freakin' egg. Give it to—holy shit!"

"What's your problem?"

"This boy's got the Fire Stone that Master Baelfael's been looking for!"

"No shit! You sure that's what it is?"

A beeping noise was heard. "It's giving off the same wavelengths as the other Elemental Stones. I'd say it was it."

"You don't say. Who do you think this guy is, to have it with him?"

There was a contemplative pause.

"Eh, who cares? Let's just take it back to Master Motomiya! Hyeh, hyeh, hyeh, this'll be music to his ears!"

"Maybe we'll even get a raise! I say we celebrate with some sake! I just snatched some off that one merchant ship that got caught in the black hole! Little bugger was too fat to catch me!"

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!"