Son Akito here!

So. First. Crossover. Ever.

I never really thought about crossovers before, but I just got done watching all of Fullmetal Alchemist, both the 2003 and 2009 animes (I read the manga a really long time ago, got about 3/4s of it before I stopped reading), and I can't believe how good this series is. So, for some reason, I wanted to see if there was a DBZ cross over.

Of course, Gohan seems like a natural crossover character. Him being a scholar and Ed and Al being scientist and all. Also all of them can fight. Soooo, I wanted to write a story around this. I feel like throwing Gohan into the mix of Fullmetal would be a fun story to explore. So, I came up with an idea, and here we are.

I don't own both series.

This story takes place on the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood timeline, and a month after the Buu Saga with Dragonball Z (No Super, that shit doesn't exist to me).

Please review! Would like to know if this is a story people would be interested in.

The Pure Soul

The Draft

-Age 774, Satan City Bank, Satan City-

"I can't believe this is happening," the young half saiyan groaned.

It happened every single time. Every time Son Gohan was running late to his first morning class, a gang of bad guys always seemed to show up.

Today was no different, as he was trying to take a short cut to get to Orange Star High School, which included running past Satan City Bank, a group of bank robbers had ran past him, unaware of who in fact they were running past.

Majin Buu had been defeated no less then a month prior, and since the half saiyan and his fellow friends had not had the chance to erase everyone's memories, Gohan had been quiet the popular teenager. Since his outburst at the World Martial Arts Tournament watching Videl being tortured, and relieving that he was in fact the Great Saiyaman, most people in the city recognized who he was.

Gohan had teenage girls ask for his autograph, full-blown adults asking to take a picture with him, little boys running around the city dressing up as the Great Saiyaman. No matter where he went, people knew who he was.

Then someone had found the old footage of the Cell Games, and soon everyone realized that he was the young boy who fought against Cell.

The teenage hero was forever in Satan-san's debt for taking all the fame off him for all these years.

"You're the Great Saiyaman, right?" Someone behind Gohan shouted, "The Great Saiyaman is here to save the day again!"

"Saiyaman!" The people around him shouted, "Saiyaman! Saiyaman! Saiyaman!"

How Gohan wished he could hide behind his mask, yet he knew that he was needed. He stood up straight, waving to the crowed, "Thank you people of Satan City, I will go after the bank robbers and return all that was taken. Have no fear."

The streak of the tires as the car took off made Gohan turn his head towards the robbers as they tried to escape. Sighing deeply to himself, Gohan looked at his watch "This is bad. I am suppose to be at school right now and teacher made sure to look directly at me when she told us not to be late for today."

Jumping up into the air, Gohan flew towards the car. He normally never moved his fast in public, even being The Great Saiyaman, but he had to finish this quickly.

Gohan appeared in front of the car, seconds before the car would hit him head on. People around his screamed as the car was moments away from a direct hit. Gohan placed his hand in front of him, stopping the car before it hit him.

The men inside the car screamed, "Who is that guy? He isn't human!"

"Let's get out of here!" someone else screamed as everyone inside the car started to get out of the car.

"Please, don't make this any harder for me," Gohan pleaded with the men, as four of them in total start running in different directions away from him, "Teacher is going to kill me."

It took a matter of ten seconds, for Gohan to grab each man by the back of the collar. Lifting all four of them in the air, each man tried to free himself from Gohan's grip, but it was all for not. No normal man could get away from Gohan.

"Saiyaman!" Gohan glanced over to see the cops running towards him.

When the cops were in arms reach, Gohan released all four men from his grip. The cops quickly put them in handcuffs before they were able to escape.

"Sorry," Gohan turned away, giving a wave, "I would stay and help but I am late for class."

"Thank you, Saiyaman," one of the cops called out as Gohan started run, "We don't know what we would do without you!"

-Age 744, Orange Star High School, Satan City-

Gohan tried opening the door to his classroom as quietly as possible.

"Son-kun," Gohan looked up to see the Director of the school glaring at him, "You're late, again. If this was any other day, you would be getting detention. Fill out the paperwork that I left on your desk. "

"Sorry Sensei, I was stopping a bank robbery" Gohan whispered, the one good thing about everyone knowing about him was that he could leave school to fight crime in the city like Videl was able too.

Walking into the classroom, looking up to his normal seat, he noticed that Videl and Erasa were not in the classroom. In a matter a fact, when Gohan looked around at the remaining seats, he noticed that all the girls in his class were gone. Locking onto Videl's ki, he found her in another room not far from him.

There was this horrible tension in the room. All the males in the class were hunched over their desks, reading over the paperwork before them. The looks on their faces were pale white. The only one who looked somewhat normal was Sharpner, who was grinning at the paperwork.

Sitting in Videl's normal seat, Gohan leaned over to Sharpner, "What's going on?"

Sharpner grinned, holding up the paperwork. Quickly noticed the King's Guard symbol on top of the paperwork. Under the symbol in bold letters read: Draft Enlisted Release Form.

Blinking at the words, Gohan didn't quite understand, titling his head to the side, "Draft?"

Suddenly the door opened, causing everyone in the room to look over towards the door. Three men entered the room, all dressed in the King's Guard uniform. Suddenly, a short dog-like man entered the room, and all the men in the classroom stood up, all but Gohan, who stayed seated, studying the military leader.

"Son-kun," Gohan glanced up at Sharpner glaring down at him, "I know you are Saiyaman but stand up damnit, don't you know who that is?"

Gohan turned his attention to look at the dog-like man, to notice that the man was staring right at Gohan. His eyes, they carried something in them that made Gohan's spine shiver. Sensing his ki, realizing that this person was weak and no threat to him. Yet, those eyes, they had something in them.

Like he had found something he had been searching for.

"Furry-kakka," the director of the school bowed before the military, "Thank you very much for coming to our school. The students and staff are pleased to welcome you to Orange Star High School."

"Furry-kakka?" Gohan stood up, leaning over to Sharpner, "As in, the head of the military?"

"Baka," Sharpner hissed through his teeth, "I thought you were some kind of genies. That is his son, he is second in command."

"Students, please take your seats," Furry although he was small, his voice carried authority, enough for even Gohan to take his seat without a second thought, "Would like to thank each and everyone of you personally for your commitment to our great planet Earth."

His eyes found themselves on Gohan, and the feeling in Gohan's spine ran cold once again. What was it about this dog-like man that made Gohan nervous? The half-saiyan never felt this kind of nervousness around anyone. Especially around someone so weak.

"It will be a great pleasure to add The Great Saiyaman to our military." Furry waved his hand towards Gohan, giving the half-saiyan a smile, before turning towards the military men he walked in, whispering to them. Gohan narrowed his eyes, letting his peek hearing listen into the hushed conversation.

"Keep an eye on that one," Furry whispered to the men.

"Yes sir," the men glanced up at Gohan. Gohan adverted his eyes away and back down towards the paper in front of him.

Reading the content of the paperwork, Gohan's eyes widen in disbelief.

He was getting drafted.

"What's going on?" Gohan looked up from paperwork, realizing that the dog-like man had left the room. He glanced back at the Director of his school.

"If you had showed up on time, Son-kun," the Director began, "Our school's seniors have been selected from the military draft. As soon as you all graduate, you will be shipped off to basic training."

"Why are we being picked," a student called out, "Orange Star High School hasn't been selected in the draft in over forty years! Why are they picking us?"

"It is a great honor to get selected from the military," The Director answered back calmly, "Being part of the draft is only a two year commitment. Once your service is done, the government will provide you with a free education at any school in the world."

"What if someone like Buu attacks the Earth," another student yelled out, "I don't want to die."

"Me either!"

"Why do we have to go?"

"This is the whole reason I went to Orange Star High so I wouldn't have to be drafted."

Suddenly the whole room broke out in a fit of protest. A mixture of fear and anger eroded in the room. Many students broke down in tears, crying about the sudden change in their lives.

Gohan glanced back down at the paperwork. There was something unsettling about this whole thing. He had known that once a year, twenty percent of high school seniors get selected to go into the military, but they normally targeted low-income high schools.

Orange Star High School was considered the top ten percent in the world when it came to academics, many students going off to the top colleges in the world. The school had a ninety-eight percent graduation rate. It was the reason he picked this school, when there were so many other schools closer to his home that he could have attended.

Then the way Furry-kakka pointed him out, caused a horrible turn in his stomach.

"It's because of Son," one of the students yelled, Gohan brought himself out of his head and casted his eyes on one of his classmates, Brysen who was pointing right at Gohan. Byrsen was the second smartest kid in the class, but was leaps behind Gohan when it came to his studies. The whole class brought their attention to the half-breed, "Furry-kakka said that he was happy to have you in the military, they must be picking us because they want you."

"That's enough," the Director of the school slammed his fist onto the table, "You cannot be blaming other students for this. Once you are enlisted, you will see that it won't be so bad, besides," The Director of the school laid his eyes on Gohan, "Having Son-kun on your side will only ensure your victories."

-Age 744, Orange Star High School, Satan City-

"Gohan!" Gohan turned towards the sound of his name, seeing Videl running up to him. Her face was a pale white, "I just heard what happened. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Gohan smiled down at Videl.

"I can't believe they are drafting our class for the military. It's unheard of. The one time they drafted our school, they drafted the whole country." Videl lowered her head, "I just don't understand."

"It's really okay Videl," without realizing what he was doing, he placed his hand on Videl's shoulder, "Its only two years, besides, once I am out I can go to any school I want too. I don't want to worry my mother with any tuition cost."

Videl looked up at Gohan. The saiyan saw as she was trying to read him. Videl was always trying to read him, to find the cracks in his features, to search for the meaning behind anything that he said. It was sweet.

She narrowed her brow, "Bullshit, you are the smartest kid in class, plus you are friends with Brief-san, you could get into any school you wanted, and get a full ride at that."

Gohan couldn't deny that, he shook his head mutely. Videl casted her eyes down, deep in thought, she placed her hand on top of Gohan's, and both of them sat in silence.

"I got it!" Suddenly Videl looked up, smiling at him, "I can get you out of it."

"Out of it?" Gohan asked, titling his head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"My Dad is the Hero of the World, remember?" Videl grinned, tightening her grip around Gohan's hand, "I can just ask him to pardon you from the draft, plus I can say that as Saiyaman you are needed in the city, and—"

"Videl," Gohan connected his eyes with Videl's. He saw her happiness in her idea, the confidence of getting him out of the draft. In a way, it reminded him of a time long ago, when Bulma wanted to use the Dragon to wish away the Androids. That idea might have been the smartest choice, the choice with the least damage possible.

It was some sort of irony that he didn't want the easy way out, just like his father, "Videl, it wouldn't be fair if I got out of this. Some of our classmates think it's my fault that we got selected for the draft to begin with. Besides, I don't think even your father could get me out of the draft."

"What do you mean?" Videl asked, as she took a step closer to Gohan, her hand still rested on top of his.

"Furry-kakka made a point to say he was excited for me to enlist, and he told his subordinates to keep an eye out for me, I don't know if its because that I am Saiyaman, but I have a feeling it might be something else."

"Something else? Like what?" Videl asked.

"I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling about it. I have to find out what is going on," Gohan took a step forward, and suddenly both of them were engulfed in a hug. Gohan hadn't planned to hug Videl, and he could tell Videl didn't plan to hug him. Yet, their bodies had moved on their own, "Make sure to write me while I'm gone, okay," Gohan sighed.

"Of course," Videl answered back, "I wonder what your mother is going to say."

"Oh no," Gohan backed away, groaning at the mere thought of his mother, "I have a feeling she is gonna kill me."

-Age 744, 439 East District, Mount Paozu-

"WHAAAAAAT," the house shook with a high-pitched scream, and Gohan almost felt like the whole house shook from under him, "THE MILITARY IS TAKING MY BOY AWAY. I WON'T ALLOW IT."

Gohan watched as tears started to form in his mother's eyes. His heart instantly sunk, "Mom, its going to be okay…"

"First that Piccolo took you away from me, then Namek, then those androids, Cell, Buu…" Chi-Chi put her hands into her face, "And now the government wants you. When will my little baby boy stop leaving me?"

"What's a draft?" Gokuu asked, looking up from the table.

After filling out all the paperwork, talking to Videl, and then stopping a hostage situation on the way home, Gohan arrived just past dinner. His father was sitting at the table while his mother was starting to put away the dishes when he had told them the news. His mother had resorted in breaking every single dish in the room, before breaking down in the soft sob in front of him.

His heart instantly broke.

Gohan walked over to his mom, embracing her in a hug. He looked over at his father, who had a confused expression on his face. The military had always gotten in their way when it came to Vegeta and Cell, plus with the Red Ribbon Army by Doctor Gero. Anything with a military ideal always seem idiotic to the z-fighters. Krillin-san and Yamcha-san always poking fun them trying to fight. If anything, the military lives that were lost always caused them a lot of pain and anger. It was never a good thing to watch people die in a battle they clearly couldn't win.

Maybe with him being in the military, he could help save some lives, "I am required by the government to join the King's Guard for at least two years."

"You don't say," his father shrugged at the thought, "Well, I think it's strange that they are forcing you to go. Are you sure you are okay with that?"

Gohan narrowed his eyes, giving his father a single nod.

Gokuu lifted his head, and without speaking a single word to each other, Gokuu could feel something else going on.

"Mom," Gohan brought his attention back to his crying mother in his arms, "With this enlistment I can get a free education," Chi-Chi lifted her head towards her son, he gave her a gentle smile, "Plus, being a veteran will look good on my resume."

Chi-Chi thought about that for a moment, before grinning widely, "That's right. I didn't think about that," suddenly his mother's attitude changed, "With such a highly respected job, my little boy will become a well-respected scholar in which he will have no equal," Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around her son, and even though she was only human, the hug was almost to tight for Gohan to bare, "I'm so proud of you, Gohan!"

"When do you have to go?" His father asked.

Gohan looked over at his father, "In a week, right after graduation."

A week later

-Age 744, Capsule Corp, West City-

"I still can't believe that Gohan-kun is going into the military," Bulma pondered, sitting along Gokuu, Chi-Chi, Videl and Kuririn at Capsule Corp. Gohan's graduation was earlier in the morning, and Bulma deciding to throw a graduation/going away party for the boy before he went off to basic training.

Gohan was playing with his brother and Trunks a few feet away. They had explained that they wanted to play with the older brother non-stop until his plane tomorrow to Central Capital where is training would take place.

"It's strange," Kuririn agreed, before turning to Videl, "Is there anyway you can get him out of it?"

"I am sure I could have," Videl said, sighing, "But he told me not too."

"Really?" Both Kuririn and Bulma looked at Videl, "That's insane."

"I don't understand what the big deal is," Chi-Chi countered, "Not only will my little boy get the title of a veteran, which will only gain him more respect as a scholar, but I am sure the Earth's military will be no problem for him."

"True," Bulma said, "We make sure to hire veterans at Capsule Corp at any given opportunity, but still," the science sighed, "Its just a strange thought that he is getting drafted, rather then making the decision himself."

"I asked my Dad about it," Videl turned to Bulma, "He said because of everything that happened with Buu that the military is enforcing the draft at our school, and instead of drafting the normal twenty percent of high school seniors, they upped it to thirty."

"I guess that makes sense," Kuririn pondered, before smirking at Videl, "I am surprised they just aren't relying on your father to protect us all."

Videl narrowed her eyes at Kuririn's remark, balling her fists, "Shut up."

Kuririn put his hands up, laughing, "I'm sorry, it's a joke!"

"Say, Son-kun," Bulma glanced down at Gokuu, who was looking off in the distance. Bulma followed his gaze, realizing that he was watching their sons play with one another. Both Goten and Trunks had Gohan pinned down, as Gohan was trying to wrestle his way out of the younger boys grip, "You are awfully quiet about all this, what do you think?"

Gokuu shrugged, "I don't know, Gohan knows what he is doing. I know he'll be okay."

Gokuu remembered the look his son had given him when he first broke the news to them. It was something about the look he gave him to make it seem like there was something he wasn't telling them. Standing up, Gokuu mumbled something to Bulma, before making his way to his son.

Goten stopped his attack on his brother, looking down at his brother, "Do you really have to go?"

"Yeah," Trunks countered, "You are like the strongest person alive, if anyone can get out of going its you."

"Nah, I can't," Gohan sighed, looking up at the younger boys, "Its something I have to do."

"I don't want you to go, Nii-san," Goten pouted, tears starting to form under his eyes, "I'm going to miss you too much."

"I'm going to miss you and Trunks-kun," Gohan smiled fondly at his brother and Trunks, "But, in a few weeks you'll be able to see me at my graduation. So, don't be sad, we'll still see each other."

"Can we visit?" Trunks asked, eyes widening in a grin, "Maybe we can train with you. Training with the military will be fun, wouldn't it be, Goten?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun!" Goten smiled at his brother, "Can we train with you, Nii-san?"

Gohan sat up, putting one hand on top of Goten's and Trunks' head, ruffling the top of their hair, "You two won't be able to train with me while I am gone, besides, I am sure its going to be boring."

"If it's going to be boring," Goten titled his head to one side, "Then why are you going?"

"Hey kids," All three half saiyans looked up, noticing Gokuu standing above them, he gave the smaller kids a grin, "Mind if I talk to Gohan for a moment? You can play once I'm done."

"Okay!" Goten smiled up at his father, looking back down to his older brother. Suddenly, Goten jumped up, embracing his elder brother in a tight hug, his arms wrapped around his neck, "I'm gonna miss you."

Gohan wrapped his arm around his brother, "I am going to miss you too."

Suddenly, another arm wrapped around Gohan's back, he looked over to see Trunks giving him a hug, "What about me! I'm going to miss you too, Gohan-san."

Gohan turned around slightly and wrapped Trunks in the hug as well, "I'll miss both of you too. Make sure you watch out for each other while I'm gone, okay."

"Right!" Both boys shook their heads, smiling up at the elder half-breed.

"Okay, okay, Gohan isn't leaving right now, save your goodbyes for later," Gokuu bent down to look down at the kids, "Go to your moms, let me talk to Gohan."

"Okay, I'm hungry anyway," Goten broke away from Gohan, looking at Trunks, "I'll race you."

"Like you'll win," Trunks pushing away from Gohan, causing the teenager to fall over, and in an instant they ran away, pushing and shoving each other as they went.

Gohan smiled at the tactics of the children, he was happy that his little brother had a friend like Trunks to lean on. It would make him leaving a little easier on his brother.

A hand blocked his vision of the children, Gohan looked up to see his father offering his hand. Gohan took it, standing up to his feet. He began to dust himself off, "Thanks Dad."

"Tomorrow is the big day, isn't it." Gokuu put his hands into his pocket, watching as their friends and family started to gather food, "How are you feeling."

"Well, I guess I'm going to be okay," Gohan pondered at the questions, "I mean, I know the military training isn't going to even close to the training I had with you and Piccolo-san, however," Gohan glanced over at his father, "Something strange is going on."

"What do you mean?" Gokuu asked, turning his full attention to his son.

Gohan eyes casted towards the floor, "Furry-kakka… There was something about him that really bothered me. It was like, he's planning to use me for something."

"Use you?" Gokuu asked.

"Yes, he told the other soldiers with him to keep an eye on me, I don't know if its because I'm Saiyaman or what," Gohan narrowed his eyes, "I have a nervous feeling about him, that something is about to happen."

"What do you think he's going to do?"

"I don't know, father, but" Gohan glanced over at his father, "Whatever it is, I'll make sure to take care of it."

Gokuu looked at his son, noticing his glance, the stronger statue of his shoulders. Gohan had grown slightly taller then him, it was almost strange to look up to his son now. Yet, although Gohan had gotten soft in his training the last seven years, he would never let a challenge slip though the cracks. Maybe it was the saiyan in him.

He grinned at his son, "Whatever is going on, make sure you keep me informed, I'm always up for a new challenge."

-Year 1914, Underground Central Command Building, Amestris-

The Promise Day, it was at his fingertips.

The world was at his fingertips.

All.

One.

Truth.

God.

He was prepared for it. Everything was perfectly placed together.

All he needed was the new piece of the puzzle.

"Father," breaking away from his thoughts, Wrath stood before him.

"Wrath, my son," Father spoke, leaning against his throne, "When will he be here?"

"Soon," Wrath nodded, "It has all be set in motion."

"A pure soul," Father spoke, his eyes glancing up towards the ceiling, "Who knew there was such a thing."