Disclaimer: Tortall and everyone in it belong to Tamora Pierce, and DBZ
belongs to Akira Toriyama. Any questions my young and inane apprentices? Or
do I have to turn you into a tree to get my point across???!! *thunder,
lightning, pouring rain, the whole cycle, booms in the distance.* Ha. Ok,
that really wasn't funny.
When Worlds Collide
Trunks Briefs Vegeta, future owner of Capsule Corporation, heir to the Saiyan thrown, and one of the most bootylicious guys around (at least in his little universe), frowned. His mother had wanted him to work on some statistics for the company. She had argued that he needed to get this experience to be able to maintain Capsule Corporation in the future, so that when the right time came, he would be ready to take her place. Of course, the answer was no, but when she threatened to yell "Vegeta" he grabbed the papers out of her hands and secluded himself in the office that he had secured by an internship at his mother's company.
"Why almighty Dende, why? Why do I have to be cursed with such an easily bribed persona? Everyone has something against me, I tell you! Why??" Trunks banged his hands on the desk and stood up, anger flooding through the pupils of his eyes. He turned to the doorway, intending to leave this very instant for the reason of insubordinate parents, when he realized that a rather stunning, petite girl was watching him.
Her curly hair was a fiery crimson, a color that made his blood pulsate in his skin. She donned a red business suit type blazer, with a v-neck sweater under it. Her skirt was reasonably short, about five inches about her knees. Full lips and a soft mouth colored scarlet overshadowed a rather stubborn chin. Her eyes were the things that stunned him though. They were a deep amethyst; purple to the core. They blazed with illumination and animation, abuz with the life the goddess had given the young. Trunks' breath held in his chest, as the girl raised an eyebrow queerly.
"I was told that Trunks Briefs worked at this place." The girl folded her arms crossly. "Perhaps I was wrong. I always took Trunks Briefs to be of sane origin." Trunks blushed and held out a hand.
"I'm Trunks Briefs, not doubt about it. Please, excuse my rather questionable behavior before," he replied as she shook his hand. "So what brings you to my humble little abode?"
"Business," she answered curtly. "I understand that you have a rather substantial quantity to power stored inside that physique of yours." She slapped his stomach, testing her hypothesis. "The abdomen of a fighter. You will prove useful enough." Trunks backed away, unsure of the woman that had so mysteriously appeared to him.
"Excuse me, but who are you to judge?" Trunks snarled at her, glowering at the person who had attacked his pride.
She held a thin finger to his face. Looking closer, he saw that the finger was anything but delicate. It held calluses from long ago battles, sores from past encounters that had harmed her dainty figure. He glanced at the rest of her body with superhuman speed, seeing that she was not the perfect figure he had thought. Scar tissue lined her chest and face; bruises and abrasions ran over her skin, disfiguring her. Trunks pulled back, a sympathetic look on his face. The woman left her scowl behind and instead, formed her face into a look of confusion.
"What's the matter?" she grunted, reminding him of his father, in a way.
"Who did that to you?" he asked in a softer manner than he had done previously. It was a weak attempt of a flirt, but it was the best he could muster. She blinked, then chuckled and smiled at his ludicrousity.
"These old scars?" she asked, pointing to one on her arm. "I assure you, all those who caused these lovely things are far gone by now." Her eyes suddenly appeared forlorn. "With one exception..." She abandoned her thought, and turned back to him. "Now, I hear from a friend of mine that you have quite a bit of Gift in there, no?" she asked, pointing at him. Trunks looked at her skeptically, his eyebrows furrowing doubtfully.
"What are you talking about, Gift? What's a Gift? Do I have this Gift?" The woman rolled her eyes, apathetic. The hand she had pointed at him started to glow with purplish fire. Trunks' eyes widened as he watched the woman's entire body illuminate with eerie amethyst light. Swallowing, he watched her continue to scowl until he nodded. Her body ceased to shine in color.
"Understand now? A friend of mine, a certain Numair Salamin said you would be suitable for the job. Although, you look a bit scrawny," she added in a slightly malicious tone. Trunks looked at her dubiously, and increased his own power to show her the yellowish glow that is achieved from being a Super Saiyan.
"Happy?" He powered back down to human status, and continued to question her. "Now, who are you? Are you some kind of alien?"
She took a second searching for the right words, and opened her mouth to speak. "I suppose you could say I'm a bit of an alien to this place. I am Sir Lady Alanna of Pirates Swoon and Olau, The Lioness and the King's Champion. The land I am from has been befallen with a great trouble. Back, maybe fifty years ago, I killed a duke, by the name of Roger. He was the king's nephew, and would have been the only heir to the thrown of Tortall, if not for Prince Jonathan. Roger schemed to kill Jonathan and the King and Queen, so he might receive the thrown. I uncovered this and murdered him, sending him to the Black God's realms. He came back from the dead, through manipulation of my brother. I killed him a second time, and now, he has again returned. He has cheated death twice, and killed the then King, Jonathan. He has bewitched Tortall, taking the entire realm under his belt. Numair gave me a spell to travel to the future, to find warriors that may be able to vanquish him. Then, he-he died. Numair died. I may as well finish what he told me to do, I suppose."
Trunks looked at her, dumbfounded. This woman had come from the past? This powerful, strong woman who had spoken to him with vigor and vivacity had come from the past? It sounded like a tale that had come straight out of Mirai Trunks' world. She had been so abrupt, spilling out her entire story within one long, slow, painstaking breath. And she did it so willingly. Just like Mirai Trunks did with Goku. It probably was easier to tell him quickly in one breath than to wait for a drawn out procedure, he realized. She looked at him expectantly, awaiting some kind of response. When she got none, she breathed in haughtily.
"Well? Are you going to say nothing? I had to travel halfway across this damnable world to find you and you have nothing to say? Men! All you do is stand there and act dumb!" Her rage boiled and Trunks wondered if she could possibly be an angrier person than his father. A small sweatdrop appeared on Trunks' forehead.
"You're-you're from the past?" She nodded vigorously. "And-and you want me to -?"
"You will come back to the past with me, with whatever other Gifted people you know, and help me defeat that damnable Roger! Do I make myself clear?" she asked menacingly, drawing a knife from under her shirt that he had not seen before. She thrust it up to his neck, acting most Alanna-ish. Trunks backed away, and held up his hands.
"He-y," he said uneasily. "We can all be friends. Right?" His throat cracked. He may be one of the more powerful beings in the universe, but she was very intimidating, to say the least. Her eyes narrowed, then brightened. She flashed him a smile.
"Sure, we can be friends. We can all be friends. Now, let's go get your little Gifted friends, and we'll all have a bloody good time. All right?" she said sarcastically, edging her knife behind his back and poking him with it. "Now move!" Trunks stepped forward, and out of his office. Outside, his secretary screamed at the sight of a woman holding a knife to his back, and was about to call for security, until Trunks stopped her.
"No, Marie, it's all right. Don't worry. I do this all the time. Trust me!" he said, not very assuringly. His secretary promptly fainted, Trunks looking on with pity, Alanna looking on with disgust.
"I hate women like that. They give our gender a bad name." She shrugged, and poked him again. "Move!" They trudged along, meeting quite a few people along the line. Alanna was smart enough to hide her knife when they passed these times, though. They had reached the main entrance of Capsule Corp. with a minimum number of incidents, when Trunks asked a question.
"Hey, you said you killed this Roger guy 50 some-odd years ago, right? How come you look like you're barely twenty?"
"The time travel, I suppose. I'm around seventy now, I think. I stopped counting at about fifty." Trunks sighed inwardly. She was way too old for him. "So, where are your Gifted friends?" she asked coldly.
"Can you fly?" Trunks asked sullenly. She looked at him in alarm.
"Fly? You mean, actually fly, like a bird? Well, I have no wild magic, if that's what you mean. I can't transform myself into an eagle and just soar away. That's Daine's specialty." Trunks scrutinized her, unaware of what to think.
"Um, well, then I guess I'll fly you. It's the only way to get there without taking all day." Alanna's eyes widened.
"You mean, you're a wild mage? And powerful enough to transform and carry me? Wow, Numair was right! You are powerful! I mean, uh, well, then get on with it," she quickly corrected, embarrassed that her amazement showed through her hard exterior. She blushed, and Trunks shrugged as he grabbed her waist.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she shot, making a futile endeavor for his face with her knife.
"I'm just picking you up so we can fly!" he shouted back. Alanna looked at him, surprised.
"Why wouldn't you transform first?" Trunks looked sheepishly at her.
"I don't need to transform to fly," he explained as he hovered slightly off the ground. Alanna took the sight in, watching him with reverence. Finally, she shook her head.
"That one I never expected. You could have warned me. Well then, get it over with." Trunks went over to her and grabbed her tightly around the waist, as he flew off to the Son residence.
AN: That's chapter one. Goddess, I don't know where the idea for this one came from. It just popped! Odd... well, I know that a DBZ/TP crossover is unheard of, but oh well. I like it, and even if u don't know DBZ, you should read it anyway. There, I said it. BTW, Trunks and Alanna are not going to fall for each other, even though it kinda seems like there is physical attraction going on between them. Ok. I'm done now, I think. Read and Review, or I won't write more!!!!!!!!
When Worlds Collide
Trunks Briefs Vegeta, future owner of Capsule Corporation, heir to the Saiyan thrown, and one of the most bootylicious guys around (at least in his little universe), frowned. His mother had wanted him to work on some statistics for the company. She had argued that he needed to get this experience to be able to maintain Capsule Corporation in the future, so that when the right time came, he would be ready to take her place. Of course, the answer was no, but when she threatened to yell "Vegeta" he grabbed the papers out of her hands and secluded himself in the office that he had secured by an internship at his mother's company.
"Why almighty Dende, why? Why do I have to be cursed with such an easily bribed persona? Everyone has something against me, I tell you! Why??" Trunks banged his hands on the desk and stood up, anger flooding through the pupils of his eyes. He turned to the doorway, intending to leave this very instant for the reason of insubordinate parents, when he realized that a rather stunning, petite girl was watching him.
Her curly hair was a fiery crimson, a color that made his blood pulsate in his skin. She donned a red business suit type blazer, with a v-neck sweater under it. Her skirt was reasonably short, about five inches about her knees. Full lips and a soft mouth colored scarlet overshadowed a rather stubborn chin. Her eyes were the things that stunned him though. They were a deep amethyst; purple to the core. They blazed with illumination and animation, abuz with the life the goddess had given the young. Trunks' breath held in his chest, as the girl raised an eyebrow queerly.
"I was told that Trunks Briefs worked at this place." The girl folded her arms crossly. "Perhaps I was wrong. I always took Trunks Briefs to be of sane origin." Trunks blushed and held out a hand.
"I'm Trunks Briefs, not doubt about it. Please, excuse my rather questionable behavior before," he replied as she shook his hand. "So what brings you to my humble little abode?"
"Business," she answered curtly. "I understand that you have a rather substantial quantity to power stored inside that physique of yours." She slapped his stomach, testing her hypothesis. "The abdomen of a fighter. You will prove useful enough." Trunks backed away, unsure of the woman that had so mysteriously appeared to him.
"Excuse me, but who are you to judge?" Trunks snarled at her, glowering at the person who had attacked his pride.
She held a thin finger to his face. Looking closer, he saw that the finger was anything but delicate. It held calluses from long ago battles, sores from past encounters that had harmed her dainty figure. He glanced at the rest of her body with superhuman speed, seeing that she was not the perfect figure he had thought. Scar tissue lined her chest and face; bruises and abrasions ran over her skin, disfiguring her. Trunks pulled back, a sympathetic look on his face. The woman left her scowl behind and instead, formed her face into a look of confusion.
"What's the matter?" she grunted, reminding him of his father, in a way.
"Who did that to you?" he asked in a softer manner than he had done previously. It was a weak attempt of a flirt, but it was the best he could muster. She blinked, then chuckled and smiled at his ludicrousity.
"These old scars?" she asked, pointing to one on her arm. "I assure you, all those who caused these lovely things are far gone by now." Her eyes suddenly appeared forlorn. "With one exception..." She abandoned her thought, and turned back to him. "Now, I hear from a friend of mine that you have quite a bit of Gift in there, no?" she asked, pointing at him. Trunks looked at her skeptically, his eyebrows furrowing doubtfully.
"What are you talking about, Gift? What's a Gift? Do I have this Gift?" The woman rolled her eyes, apathetic. The hand she had pointed at him started to glow with purplish fire. Trunks' eyes widened as he watched the woman's entire body illuminate with eerie amethyst light. Swallowing, he watched her continue to scowl until he nodded. Her body ceased to shine in color.
"Understand now? A friend of mine, a certain Numair Salamin said you would be suitable for the job. Although, you look a bit scrawny," she added in a slightly malicious tone. Trunks looked at her dubiously, and increased his own power to show her the yellowish glow that is achieved from being a Super Saiyan.
"Happy?" He powered back down to human status, and continued to question her. "Now, who are you? Are you some kind of alien?"
She took a second searching for the right words, and opened her mouth to speak. "I suppose you could say I'm a bit of an alien to this place. I am Sir Lady Alanna of Pirates Swoon and Olau, The Lioness and the King's Champion. The land I am from has been befallen with a great trouble. Back, maybe fifty years ago, I killed a duke, by the name of Roger. He was the king's nephew, and would have been the only heir to the thrown of Tortall, if not for Prince Jonathan. Roger schemed to kill Jonathan and the King and Queen, so he might receive the thrown. I uncovered this and murdered him, sending him to the Black God's realms. He came back from the dead, through manipulation of my brother. I killed him a second time, and now, he has again returned. He has cheated death twice, and killed the then King, Jonathan. He has bewitched Tortall, taking the entire realm under his belt. Numair gave me a spell to travel to the future, to find warriors that may be able to vanquish him. Then, he-he died. Numair died. I may as well finish what he told me to do, I suppose."
Trunks looked at her, dumbfounded. This woman had come from the past? This powerful, strong woman who had spoken to him with vigor and vivacity had come from the past? It sounded like a tale that had come straight out of Mirai Trunks' world. She had been so abrupt, spilling out her entire story within one long, slow, painstaking breath. And she did it so willingly. Just like Mirai Trunks did with Goku. It probably was easier to tell him quickly in one breath than to wait for a drawn out procedure, he realized. She looked at him expectantly, awaiting some kind of response. When she got none, she breathed in haughtily.
"Well? Are you going to say nothing? I had to travel halfway across this damnable world to find you and you have nothing to say? Men! All you do is stand there and act dumb!" Her rage boiled and Trunks wondered if she could possibly be an angrier person than his father. A small sweatdrop appeared on Trunks' forehead.
"You're-you're from the past?" She nodded vigorously. "And-and you want me to -?"
"You will come back to the past with me, with whatever other Gifted people you know, and help me defeat that damnable Roger! Do I make myself clear?" she asked menacingly, drawing a knife from under her shirt that he had not seen before. She thrust it up to his neck, acting most Alanna-ish. Trunks backed away, and held up his hands.
"He-y," he said uneasily. "We can all be friends. Right?" His throat cracked. He may be one of the more powerful beings in the universe, but she was very intimidating, to say the least. Her eyes narrowed, then brightened. She flashed him a smile.
"Sure, we can be friends. We can all be friends. Now, let's go get your little Gifted friends, and we'll all have a bloody good time. All right?" she said sarcastically, edging her knife behind his back and poking him with it. "Now move!" Trunks stepped forward, and out of his office. Outside, his secretary screamed at the sight of a woman holding a knife to his back, and was about to call for security, until Trunks stopped her.
"No, Marie, it's all right. Don't worry. I do this all the time. Trust me!" he said, not very assuringly. His secretary promptly fainted, Trunks looking on with pity, Alanna looking on with disgust.
"I hate women like that. They give our gender a bad name." She shrugged, and poked him again. "Move!" They trudged along, meeting quite a few people along the line. Alanna was smart enough to hide her knife when they passed these times, though. They had reached the main entrance of Capsule Corp. with a minimum number of incidents, when Trunks asked a question.
"Hey, you said you killed this Roger guy 50 some-odd years ago, right? How come you look like you're barely twenty?"
"The time travel, I suppose. I'm around seventy now, I think. I stopped counting at about fifty." Trunks sighed inwardly. She was way too old for him. "So, where are your Gifted friends?" she asked coldly.
"Can you fly?" Trunks asked sullenly. She looked at him in alarm.
"Fly? You mean, actually fly, like a bird? Well, I have no wild magic, if that's what you mean. I can't transform myself into an eagle and just soar away. That's Daine's specialty." Trunks scrutinized her, unaware of what to think.
"Um, well, then I guess I'll fly you. It's the only way to get there without taking all day." Alanna's eyes widened.
"You mean, you're a wild mage? And powerful enough to transform and carry me? Wow, Numair was right! You are powerful! I mean, uh, well, then get on with it," she quickly corrected, embarrassed that her amazement showed through her hard exterior. She blushed, and Trunks shrugged as he grabbed her waist.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she shot, making a futile endeavor for his face with her knife.
"I'm just picking you up so we can fly!" he shouted back. Alanna looked at him, surprised.
"Why wouldn't you transform first?" Trunks looked sheepishly at her.
"I don't need to transform to fly," he explained as he hovered slightly off the ground. Alanna took the sight in, watching him with reverence. Finally, she shook her head.
"That one I never expected. You could have warned me. Well then, get it over with." Trunks went over to her and grabbed her tightly around the waist, as he flew off to the Son residence.
AN: That's chapter one. Goddess, I don't know where the idea for this one came from. It just popped! Odd... well, I know that a DBZ/TP crossover is unheard of, but oh well. I like it, and even if u don't know DBZ, you should read it anyway. There, I said it. BTW, Trunks and Alanna are not going to fall for each other, even though it kinda seems like there is physical attraction going on between them. Ok. I'm done now, I think. Read and Review, or I won't write more!!!!!!!!