This story was inspired by a pair I have never read about around here. I loved the pair for years and I was pretty agitated that no one (as far as I know) has written about them. So I planned out a plot, blah blah blah, and ta-da! New story!

I'm pretty excited since this is my first time writing up a Tenchi/DBZ fic, and I'm somewhat hoping I'm one of the first authors to write about this pair (because I gain ego points that way, lol). And if I'm not, s'all good. At least I'm doing what I can to help introduce them to you.

And that reminds me… you guys have no idea who the pair is, do you? Well don't worry, you'll find out sooner or later. Some of you will probably figure it out by the end of this chapter, lol!

Quick Notes:

-DBZ Timeline: Takes place about 6 years after Kid Buu was defeated. Gohan never went to high school, or has ever met Videl (sorry GV fans), but he ended up being a scholar (through ways you can think of on your own)

-Tenchi Timeline: Takes place sometime after Universe ended and everyone's back on Earth.

Welps, I hope you enjoy, review if you can, and uh… writer's block sucks. Yea.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or Tenchi. I do, however, own this story, so there.

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Chapter 1 – Sucked In

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Gohan's eyes widened as he yelped in surprise and fell back from his seat with a loud thud that echoed throughout the room. He mentally cursed at the one called "karma" for catching him almost sleeping on the job. He groaned and rubbed at the pain in the back of his head and hurriedly got up to answer the visual call from who he presumed was his boss. Pressing one of the buttons on the motherboard, he watched as a flat screen TV slowly rose up from the trap door in the floor. He quickly straightened out the wrinkles in his shirt and pants and stood up straight in an attempt to look at least half pleasing. The TV flashed on with a click and the trademark Son grin slowly creped its way to his lips as he made clear eye contact with his superintendent on the screen.

"Status report ready, mam!" He joked, adding a play-around salute just for kicks. The blue-haired woman that was her superior on the opposite side of the screen giggled at his failed attempt to act serious, but she too played along.

"As you were soldier!" She commanded. It was Gohan's turn to laugh as he stood normally and folded his broad arms across his chest.

"And how are you today, Bulma?" He politely asked. The older woman scanned him up and down, noticing he was wearing his blue baggy pants, a pair of Goku's famous boots, and a white t-shirt. Not really the "professional" attire someone on the job should wear, but she assumed he was going to train with the adjustable gravity later, so she waved it off.

"Oh I'm good, thanks. Just another day at Capsule Corp. and you know, doing my job playing 'second mother' to you behind Chi Chi's back. Nothin' big." She smiled. Gohan smirked and nodded. From what he could tell from the background behind her, it was already night time, so he was secretly glad that his mother wasn't the kind of person to stay late at someone's house. Though, it didn't mean he didn't miss her.

"And everyone else?" He asked.

"We're all fine over here. Nothing much has happened since you left…" She placed a finger on her chin. "Well, except for your mother constantly crying and begging for you to come home, but that's about it."

Gohan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Ah, I'm sorry about that Bulma. I told her not to worry about me while I'm out here."

"Well, you can't blame her. If Trunks had to stay in space for three months straight, I'd be worried sick every day." She pointed out.

Gohan nodded again. "Ah, that's true. But it's only been two weeks so far… By the way, thanks a lot for offering me this research job. I really needed it."

The woman waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Scholar!" She teased. "You deserve to work under this awesome genius! Besides, you're my only employee that I fully trust when it comes to piloting the new ship. How's she doing?"

"The ship's working great as expected. It's just like the one dad used to get to Namek, except everything is working a lot faster."

"And with the help of the Supreme Kai, I was able to make the only indestructible ship in the universe! Isn't that cool?" She grinned. "Nothing should be able to put a dent in that baby with the metal we used!"

Gohan let out a small laugh before settling back down in his seat. He ran a hand through his jet black spiky hair to push a few loose strands out of his tired eyes as he leaned back. Bulma seized the moment to actually look at him. Not at his physical aspects, but through her mind's eye, she admired just how much he has grown up over the years.

She smiled warmly, remembering their dragon ball searching adventures on Namek with Krillin. He was only a kid, on a mission meant for someone much older and experienced, yet he managed to get the job done. Then there was the Cell tournament. It was one of the first times she had ever seen Gohan fight with so much power, so much determination… that he even surpassed his father.

And it was only six years ago did they defeat Buu, and Gohan realized that he was no longer interested in being one of Earth's protectors. Sure he trained every once in a while to keep from getting rusty, but he chose to focus more on his studies. Ironically, he fulfilled the dream his mother had long pressured him to pursue, and oddly enough, he felt content with it.

Now here he was, working under Bulma as her official space researcher. His job was to explore beyond Pluto and report any findings that could be of use. According to him, he hadn't found anything significant yet, but thanks to his mother's stubbornness, and his father's patience, he didn't intend on giving up so easily.

Gohan blinked in confusion at the lost look she was giving him.

"Bulma…? Are you okay?"

She blinked back to reality and her cheeks instantly grew a light cherry red, realizing she was caught day dreaming. She shook her head.

"N-No, I'm fine! It's just…" She sighed. "It's just… you really have grown up into a fine young man, Gohan."

He sat back up questioningly then looked down in embarrassment. "Thanks Bulma."

She giggled at his shyness. Yup, that was Gohan alright; same as ever.

"Now I'm wondering why you don't have a girlfriend yet because you're just too darn cute and--"

"Bulma!" Gohan cut her off, the heat rising even more in his cheeks. "It's already bad enough Mom has been trying to set me up on blind dates with random girls she met on her shopping trips!"

Bulma laughed hard and held her stomach. "Hahahaha! Oh, I'm sorry Gohan, but I just couldn't help it! A handsome twenty-four year old like yourself should have at least had one date in your life…"

"Bulma…"

"Ok, ok, I'll stop, I'll stop." She wiped a stray tear from her eye before looking back at him with more of a business look on her face. "Anyway, onto other matters…"

Gohan stood up straight in his seat to match the new attitude, watching her prop her elbows on her desk and letting her chin rest on her interlaced fingers.

"I'm actually quite surprised the transmission made it all the way to where you are, Gohan. Seeing as this is the first time I've attempted to contact you with millions of miles of a distance, that's a really good sign."

"And as we speak, the distance between us is increasing, and there's still no sign of static…" Gohan added.

The television crackled for a second, catching both speakers off guard. They both stayed silent for a few extra seconds, expecting another buzz to come up, but nothing came.

"I suppose I spoke too soon, heh." Gohan said as Bulma let out a small sigh of lost hope.

"Aw, and I thought I had it down too. Oh well…" A loud beeping filled her room and she turned to the side to check out another screen. Her face instantly filled with confusion. "What in the world is tha--"

The television once cracked again, but this time it was thicker and it sounded louder, fiercer. Gohan eyed the screen questioningly.

"Bulma…?" He asked. Only the crackling answered him.

'Strange… static shouldn't be sudden like that…' He thought. He stood up and tried to type in a few commands on the motherboard to help fix the screen. Nothing seemed to be working, and the static had already covered up Bulma completely. He quickly thought of another idea. He pressed one of the buttons from before to turn off the TV and let it sink back into the floor and pressed another button with the word 'Mic' labeled underneath it.

"Bulma? Bulma, can you hear me?" He spoke out loud. No response.

"Gohan to Bulma, do you read me?" He spoke again.

"…ohan… Turn arou…blac…ole…nearby..." Bulma managed to say. Strangely, she sounded like she was yelling at him.

Gohan adjusted the volume, but still the static chopped up her words and he barely made out anything.

"What? What's nearby? The speaker isn't--"

"…urn aroun…tur…round…"

"'Turn around'? I'm sorry, I can't hear yo--"

A loud buzzing suddenly filled the room, and red lights he never noticed before started flashing and flailing everywhere. Gohan took a step back and tried to analyze the situation calmly. Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to as the ship began to shake violently, forcing him to fall over and meet the floor once again.

"Oof!" He groaned. "What the heck is going on?!?"

He quickly got back up and entered in a few keys, allowing a black screen with green lines and dots of different sizes to show up. It was digital map of some sort. It resembled the ones used in military bases to help track down unidentified ships within a certain radius, except this one was specifically made for space.

Gohan's eyes immediately found the problem. He gasped. A huge blotch not too far away from where his location was, was emitting a strange aura of energy. Dots surrounding the blotch were slowly gathering around it and then somehow… fusing into it? His eyes widened with fear.

It was a black hole… and he was flying right at it!

But it didn't make sense; he would've heard AND seen a star exploding before hand. Where did it come from? He cursed underneath is breath. No time to worry about that now, he had to change the direction of the ship, and fast!

"Goha… urry! There isn…uch time…!" Bulma's barely audible voice yelled.

Gohan slowly began to panic, but kept focused. He talked his thoughts out loud, trying to draw his attention to what he was doing instead of worrying. He typed in commands to stop the engine and tried to redirect it.

"Okay c'mon. Now I just have to switch the engines to the opposite side and then…"

The shaking of the ship grew even more violent, and he could feel the rush of adrenaline flow through every one of his veins. Anxiety was taking over, forcing beads of sweat to pour out of his forehead and run down his face. The engines had switched to the opposite side of the ship and he flicked them on to try to fly the other way around.

"Please work… c'mon…"

He looked outside the window and his heart dropped; he could see the black hole getting bigger and bigger. He cursed out loud. The plan wasn't working! His head turned to the speaker and he quickly spoke into it.

"Bulma! It's got a hold of me! I can't escape!" He yelled.

His eyes were glued to the speaker, hoping he could hear her reassuring voice and tell him everything was going to be okay and that she had a plan to get him out.

Moments of static then…

Nothing.

Gohan felt his body go numb and his whole body fell. He hadn't felt this scared since his days with Cell and he wasn't enjoying any of it at all. The lights flickered on and off, all of his belongings fell off of their shelves and cabinets, and he could just see the ship plunge into darkness. He punched the floor in anger, feeling helpless all over again, knowing well that he can't do anything.

He could hear, feel, and see the ship begin to scrunch up like a paper ball. It was the immense gravity taking its toll, crushing whatever things it swallowed up. A thought raced into his mind.

"Gravity! That's it!" He got up from his spot and ran to the center control, where the gravity settings for his training were located. He quickly raised the gravity inside by two hundred times and waited. It didn't have an affect on him, but it managed to slow down the crunches being made on the ship. His hope rose a little bit.

"Alright! I need to balance the gravity in here with outside to keep from getting crushed. I can't escape, but maybe I can still survive…"

He adjusted them once again, this time to four hundred and fifty times. His shoulders grew heavier and he could feel the strong force drag him down, as he had never trained much under these conditions. Gohan did his best to stay up, but failed. He yelled and powered up to his first level of super saiyan. The weight was still on his shoulders, but at least he could stand up.

The black hole let out a loud roar of frustration, as if it knew what Gohan was up to. The ship began to crumple up once again, with a much heavier gravity level forcing itself onto it. Gohan yelled, taking it as a challenge, and ascended to the second level of super saiyan. He adjusted the gravity settings once again, this time raising it to six hundred times.

His body slightly shook. It was unhealthy to be changing the settings so drastically since the body is slow at adjusting. He could feel his heart beat faster, trying to supply his lungs and muscles with enough air to keep him alive. The room had started growing a few cracks, due to the metal being pushed in, but at least it managed to stop. Gohan smirked at the success.

All of a sudden, the room around him grew blurry, his body swayed from side to side. The dramatic changes of gravity and not being able to train under such harsh conditions were catching up to the young saiyan. He tried to shake off the dizziness, but it only made it worse.

"Gotta…stay up… need to… stay alive…" He groaned. His body finally gave in to all the stress he had built up and fell to the floor once again. The half saiyan's breathing grew heavy and his eyes struggled to stay open. It felt like a thousand airplanes were resting on top of him, crushing his little body, until it became as flat as a pancake. He closed his eyes, accepting what fate had in store for him.

"SUBJECT UNCONCIOUS. RE-ADJUSTING GRAVITY LEVEL TO NORMAL." The central computer said. A small laugh escaped Gohan's lips.

"Heh… Bulma was still worried… I'd over do it…" He murmured.

He felt the weight disappear off of his back and carefully listened to the gravity outside take its crushing affect on the ship once again. Gohan's golden hair turned back to its original black as his mind joined in and suddenly blacked out as well.

The shaking gradually slowed down to a halt, and the crushing had suddenly ceased. Darkness was no longer the only thing outside the window; stars shot by, ships flew around, and familiar planets made glowing appearances. Unbeknownst to Gohan, he managed to survive that catastrophe. But now he was trapped in a new one. His black ship was zooming unnaturally fast and it was headed towards a familiar blue and green planet. With him out cold, his only hope of stopping him from crash landing lay in the hands of whoever was piloting the huge red ship nearby…

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-signoRINA