A/N: When I've thought of doing a crossover between these two anime, the first thing that struck me was the fact that Gohan is literally OP in the IE universe. He just really won't be able to play soccer with the characters where he wouldn't win and so why not give him a body that will let him? Better yet, why not give him someone's body? Someone from canon that is. Hence, ze birth of t'is fic! More importantly, I have no idea what time classes start in Japan so I'm just going to pretend it's seven lol.

In addition, I switched the genre from 'Friendship' and 'Family' to 'Humor' and 'Supernatural.' This wasn't supposed to be funny but it ended up like that anyways. Well, I at least think it's funny and writing something light works better for me and so, I'll go with that.

THANKS FOR THE FAVORITES, FOLLOWS, AND THE REVIEW! I APPRECIATED IT!

Last thing before you go on, I'm imagining Gohan here with his Japanese high school and adult voice. The squeaky one just like Goku's (Adult Goku and Highschool/Adult Gohan does have the same voice actress afterall).

Disclaimer: Don't be crazy. I own neither IE nor DBZ!

= Chapter One: What the fiddlesticks? =

Son Gohan sat upright on the estranged bed, looking around and absorbing his surroundings with great care.

His eyes rounded the place, starting with the bedside drawer on his right that greeted him when he woke up. It placed on the corner of the room where the closed blue curtained window and the wall behind him was adjacent to. Like most of the furniture in the room, it was simplistic and wooden. A white lamp and digital alarm clock sat atop it, showing a clear 5:26 am.

Right in front of him was a closed wooden closet a feet or so taller than his height. It was as wide as the bed and the drawer combined. Hanged outside it were a blue-green long sleeved polo with an occasional yellow on the side and the same colored pants obviously seen from behind. The pair of clothing was tidy and properly ironed. Even though it was foreign to his eyes, he could tell that it was worn for important reasons.

The room wasn't that big but the distance between the white-sheathed bed and the said object made enough space for someone to walk or run without bumping on neither.

He noticed a netted ball hanging just beside it and remembered the object from the books he read. What was it called again? Socket. No, that's not it. So-soccer.. Soccerball! Right, it's a soccerball used in a sports game known as soccer. Also called football in other countries.

Before his mind went to the technicals, such as the rules and regulations of the game, he was distracted by what it seemed like a bag below the white and black ball and beside a white-vased plant. Like the clothing, it was blue-green with a yellow design. He identified the design as a lightning bolt. He was suddenly reminded of No. 18 and Krillin's wedding where he saw most of the women brought small bags - handbag, was it? - or purses that matches their dresses on special occasions.

'It must have been like that, huh?' He nodded to himself with a complimentary mental tap on his shoulder.

Of course his observant eyes didn't miss what he described as a hybrid of a cabinet and a bookcase where the bag and the plant was placed on top of. It was wooden and not even half the vertical size of the 'more-obvious-cabinet' of the place. It was just a bit wider, but not wide enough to reach the corner of the room. The two only layers below the drawer was fully occupied by books.

He gasped at the amount of them. Was he imagining things or did this place actually have more textbooks than him? There were even encyclopedias and an atlas! Neat! He definitely had to check those later!

His head moved to the exact opposite corner where the brown door was inches from. It was as tall as the closet but a tad bit darker in color than the former. But beside the door was what really caught his attention.

A study table with a couple more textbooks neatly standing right on the farther part of it. Atop of it were a few folders and a notebook in an organized manner. It was a common wooden one at first glance and even with an additional drawer just below the table and a partnered comfy blue chair, it was still something anyone would have. In exception of three things: three framed pictures at the side of the notebook. The first one seemed to be a family of four, the second one seeming to be a whole group of youth his age wearing a yellow uniform with a trophy in the middle, and another group with a blue one and a bigger and shinier trophy.

He didn't miss the blue-framed mirror on the last space of the bedroom. It was sticking on the wall and was at least a feet from the floor. The top part fared up the height of the closet but was just wide enough to be in equal distance of the bed and desk.

He decided to move out of the mattress to have a better look at the pictures. For some reason, his eyes weren't able to see the details other than their hair and clothes from where he was like he would always be able to.

Surprise formed on his features as his face suddenly collided with the sky-blue carpeted floor as soon he stood up. What was more alarming to him was the fact that even though he saw himself falling on the last minute, he wasn't able to react. Was he really slacking off on his training this much for his reflex not to work?

"Ouch! That hurt.." he grimaced while trying to get up. Wait. That hurt? Falling on a carpeted floor, hurt?! Panicked finally reached him as the realization flooded his thoughts. His vision, his reflexes, and his sudden gain of weight (judging from his fall and an additional struggle on getting up). His sight then shifted on his hands. The lines, the color - since when did he got slightly darker -, the misplaced calluses. Even the blue pajamas tracing from his wrists to his ankles were new to him. 'What the fiddlestic-' his mild internal cussing was interrupted when the door in front of him swung open.

"Shuuya-san! I heard a- Oh my! What happened to you?!" A sweet elderly woman quickly sat beside him, trying to help him up. Her wrinkly hand that held his arm, as well as her whole person, emitted such a calm sensation that even his tensing halted. He breathe slowly once again, regaining his composure. He looked up and met two gentle black orbs that were tinted with worry. He noticed that her wisdom-filled brown hair was fixed in a neat bun and entrapped by a cream-colored cloth. Her short and slightly chubby form was wearing a pink long-sleeves and a violet skirt. They were tied with an apron of similar color to the cloth on her head.

"Thank you, ma'am," being the polite man he was raised to be, he gestured a bow of appreciation as he was once again standing on two feet, only slightly crouched this time. He felt a strong mental slap as a memory dawned on him, "W-Wait.. Shuuya-san?!"

His head instinctively turned to his left, gaping at what presented before him. Locks of flame-shaped hair somewhat similar to that of Vegeta's, only they were platinum blond instead of jet black. He unconsciously stepped closer to the mirror, his gaze moving down. He observed a pair of zigzagged eyebrows that were colored the same as the Vegeta-like do. His eyes locked with two sharp dark brown ovals. In contrast to his family's onyx ones that were unquestionably black, these were darkened in a way that they almost crossed the boundaries of brown by going to the next color.

His fingers touched the glass where the lower half of the face of the fourteen fifteen-year old on the reflection showed. He then pulled them out to caress his own face, feeling the same-sized nose and the same slightly opened mouth. His other hand joined in and took in the rest of his features, visualizing what he might have looked like as a whole and silently hoping it wasn't the same as what he was looking at.

He and the reflection inhaled sharply. He watched the teen-ager pale and give out a slow exhale as he did the same.

"Crapbaskets!" He couldn't control himself to say.

The old lady who was taken aback made a few steps closer. The master's son just yelled inside their house, and at her, too. In addition to that, he just cussed. Or at least that's what it sounded like. With the still shocked expression, she absorbed the teen's face. She still haven't grasped what was wrong on what she said earlier, "Shuuya-san, is there something-"

"Shuuya-san?" He looked at her and repeated, with a softer tone this time. It was that name again. Why did she keep on calling him Shuuya-san? Who was Shuuya-san even? All of sudden, the truth shock him like Cell's ki shots. 'The wish!' He exclaimed in his head, balling his fists. "It worked!" His triumphant grin disappeared as soon as it appeared when he met the confused lady's eyes once again.

"A-Ahahahaha.." He gave out a nervous laugh, "I mean.. I-It worked! I fooled you.. Ahahahahaha.." he continued while scratching the back of his head in a very Son manner. He gulped as he realized that his explanation just caused even more confusion to the woman, 'Holy cupcakes! Was I that obvious?!'

Tooooot~ Tooooot~ Tooooot~

Fortunately, he was saved by the alarm clock. Oh, that's right. His alarm clock. The one in his room.

"O-oh. Well, if everything's really alright then you should get ready now. Master doesn't want you getting late for school," she gave him a weirded-out look before giving a forced smile and leaving.

"H-Hai!" He answered at the now closed door. "Phew. That was a clos-" he held his throat, just realizing his voice was 'manlier' now. Even with the growth spurt he had months ago, he still ended up having a bit of a squeaky voice. He figured it was from his father's side since theirs sounded the same.

Wait. He was losing focus here. Did he really got his wish or was he merely dreaming?! He got back to the reflection- correction, his reflection for a double check.

He pinched his left cheek as strong as he could. "Ow!" He flinched and ended up closing his eyes. When his long eyelashes ascended, he looked back to the same boy seconds ago. "Yes!" He rejoiced with an ear-to-ear smile. He kept on hopping from the same spot until a thought passed his head, making him stop.

"Wait. Did she just say school?!"

= End of Chapter One: What the fiddlesticks? =

Next Chapter: Chapter Two: Who is Shuuya-san?'

A/N: Do tell if anyone's OOC here. And yes, this story do have a plot and even a villain but I decided to get to it slowly..

You know, I've always thought that these two are quite alike. Both have a single parent (or at least at their ages here), have a younger sibling with a tremendous age gap, have the same gravity-defying hair, are family-centered, and.. and.. and.. actually, that's about it. Yeah, I guess they aren't that similar. Welp, I found it funny atleast.

Edits: An additional wooden cabinet that was canon but I completely forgot about and Fuku-san's appearance.