Well, I'm back. I've recovered from my immense session of feels at the end of Dawn of the First, and I'm ready to start a new crossover between two of the most loved/hated fandoms in existence. Prepare your bodies, and slather that yummy feedback all over the reviews.

"Alright, Pan! That's your fastest time yet!" It had been almost three years since the defeat of the evil Majin Buu, and the mighty Saiyan warrior Goku had been spending the time as well as could.

"Thanks, Grandpa! I'm really excited about this tournament." The older warrior chuckled.

"Yeah, that sounds like my granddaughter, alright. Now, try one more before we head in for dinner."

"Right! I'll be back in a few minutes." She launched straight off, passing the horizon in a matter of seconds. Goku turned back to his other activity. His son Goten was just coming back from a recent sparring match.

"Really, dad? You had to punch me through all seven mountains on the range?"

"Well, what did you expect? It's not like our enemies are going to let you go that easily." Goten chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

"Well, if I have Trunks anywhere near me, they won't have to. I bet if Trunks and I fused, we could even beat you."

"Someone page me?" Both of the dark-haired Saiyans looked up to see two more lowering from the skies above.

"You got here just in time, buddy. I'd just made a bet with my dad. You still remember how to fuse?" Trunks chuckled.

"The way Piccolo drilled it into us? I don't think I'll ever forget." Goten laughed, remembering his entire childhood.

"You're not kidding. Wanna try a round against my dad after we fuse?" Trunks looked back and forth between the two fathers. Vegeta, his own dad, spoke up in his own gruff voice.

"Good grief, Trunks. Quit being such a pansy and fuse already. Kakarot's not going to hurt you." The purple haired youth shrugged and stepped to Goten's side. They both extended their arms away from one another.

"Fuuuuuu..." They stepped toward one another, bringing their arms in.

"Sion..." Their arms jumped toward the opposite side and they leaned out.

"HAAAAAAAA!" Their fingers met in the middle, and a huge light blasted from the space between them. As it faded, a new figure with black and purple hair stood in the middle. When he spoke, his voice was like two people speaking simultaneously.

"Ta daaaaaa! Gotenks is back in business, baby! So, pops, you wanted to fight me?" Goku chuckled.

"Yeah, I think so. This should be fun. But since you only have thirty minutes, go ahead and max out your power." Gotenks chuckled.

"Really? I was hoping we'd be able to have some fun with this, but if you insist..." He took a deep breath, then let it all out in one shout. In that moment, his hair blasted out, stretching now down to his thighs. It was completely golden. "Here. Super Saiyan 3, just for you." Goku grinned, popping his own neck.

"Well, I guess it's my turn." He spread his feet apart, steadying himself for the power surge he was about to bring on. As he began to groan from the effort of attaining his own Super Saiyan 3 form, Vegeta's eyes bulged.

"Kakarot, NO!" He was a mere second too late. The earth began shaking beneath their feet as two Super Saiyan 3's stood face to face. The huge influx of power blasted the space between them, and they were gone. All four of the most powerful Saiyans in existence simply vanished without a trace.

Or did they?

It had been a simple enough day in Canterlot Castle. Lower the moon, raise the sun. No abnormal pressure on the two princesses. At least, not until four unexplained ponies of varying colors came crashing through the roof. The first thing Celestia noticed was the lack of wings or a horn, but at the same time they had undoubtedly come crashing from above. Luna couldn't help but notice their interesting cutie marks. The largest of the group was orange with a dark blue mane, and his cutie mark was what looked like a bright yellow flower. The smallest one was solid blue with a checkered flag for a cutie mark. As they stood, the entire quota of guards in the throne room surrounded them. The blue one was first to speak.

"Ugh...Blast it, Kakarot, I told you to wait. The energy of a Super Saiyan 3 is much too volatile for two of them to be unleashed so close to one another. Now look at this mess!" The orange one lifted his head, tossing debris off himself.

"Well, how was I supposed to know? Last time the boys fused, I was in Otherworld. I never got a chance to experience that type of energy when I wasn't the one using it."

"Whatever. Where are we, anyway?" All four stood up, looking around. One of the younger ones spoke. This one had a blue coat and light purple mane. His cutie mark was a ball of blue fire.

"Well, my first guess is we're in a castle. But what's with all the horses?" At this, Celestia had to step in.

"You are in the throne room of Canterlot Castle. If you would, please explain your presence here." The one called Kakarot stepped forward.

"My apologies for wrecking your throne room, ma'am. We came across a bit of a mishap in our own world, and we were sent here. My name is Goku. This is my son, Goten." He gestured to the white one with a solid black mane. Goten's cutie mark was a girl encased in a similar yellow flower to his father's. "And these are my friends, Vegeta and Trunks." The two nodded as they were named. "And just out of curiosity, are you really a unicorn?" She chuckled. That tone was familiar to her. These people meant no harm. She nodded to the guards, calling them off as she stepped down and extended her wings.

"I am an Alicorn, a member of the royal family of Equestria. My name is Princess Celestia, and this is my sister Luna." The photo negative of the Alicorn princess nodded down to the group. "And if I may ask you a question, wasn't your name Kakarot?" Goku chuckled.

"A while back. Vegeta insists on calling me that because it's my birth name." He looked down at himself. "Huh. Hey Vegeta, have you noticed anything different about me?" The prince was speechless. As soon as Goku had stepped forward and spoken, he'd understood. They had become members of the native species. They were...ponies.