Summary: DBZ/FMA X-over. Sequel to my Alchemy and Saiyans fic. Chi-Chi decides to have Gohan learn alchemy, so she sends him to Amestris.

Disclaimer:

IWA: (scribble scribble)

BK: (writes plot)

M: (is bored)

FC: (comes in) (pokes IWA)

IWA: AAAAAAH! Don't DO that! (picks up hardcover The Darwin Awards II) This IS a hard book, you know.

FC: I have a hard head.

BK: (picks up hardcover The Will of the Empress) This is a HARDER book.

FC: (raises eyebrow, cocks head to side)

M: This is my hand! It's weird...

FC: YOU'RE weird. (goes off to buy stuff from vending machines)

IWA: (pouts) I didn't get to hit her...

BK: (rolls eyes) Oh, get over it already. (goes back to writing plot)

M: (hums to self)

FC: (comes back) (drains 20oz bottle of Mountain Dew) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, that's better. (stares at Mountain Dew bottle)

IWA: (stares at FC)

M: (stares at hand)

INTERMISSION

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BACK TO THE DISCLAIMER

BK: (scribble scribble pause) Hey, IWA?

IWA: (Stops staring at FC) Hmm?

BK: Just so you know—'ednal' stands for 'Ed and Al'.

IWA: 'Ednal'?

M: Is that like eggnog?

BK: It's just easier, alright?

FC: (contemplating Mountain Dew bottle) (looks up) Huh? Eggnog? Where?

BK: THERE IS NO EGGNOG!

FC: Oh. Damn. (goes back to contemplating Mountain Dew bottle)

IWA: 'Ednal'?

BK: Ya know what? Forget it.

IWA: (looks at BK weird) Ooooooooo-kay. Anywho, I still don't own FMA, DBZ, or Mountain Dew. Got it? So don't sue me.

BK: 'Cause you wont get much.

IWA: You're still upset about the whole 'ednal' thing, aren't you...

Reviews: Well, I got some interesting pairing requests... Yami no Hikari-Chan, how do you come up with these things...?

"Speaking" Thoughts (Me to you)

Last time:

Mustang scowled, still miffed about the whole sleeping-with-Fullmetal thing. (BK: That would be pretty hot, tho'... (drools) IWA: ... ... (sweatdrops)) "Does this mean I'm confined to my office until further notice?"

Gohan laughed, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. "Of course not! Bulma has my number!"

Chapter 7: DBZ World

About a week and a half later, Gohan, Ed, Al, Mustang, Riza, Hughes, Armstrong, and Havoc were in the mess hall, with Ed and Mustang as far away from each other as they could possibly get.

All of a sudden... "It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small world after all, it's a small small world."

Gohan slammed his head on the table, cracking said object. The entire hall went silent.

"Oh, I am SO going to kill them..."

"It's a world of laughter, a world of tears, it's a world of hope and a world of fears..."

"...Or better yet, I'll sic Vegeta on them..."

The CIC sweatdropped.

"There's so much that we share that it's time we're aware it's a small world after—" /click/

"Yes, Mom?"

Pause.

"Oh, you do? Great."

Pause.

"Sure thing. And by the way, did you know that Goten and Trunks got into my stuff before I left?"

Pause.

Gohan yanked the phone away from his ear.

"Goten!" Chi-Chi screeched. "Get down here this instant!"

Gohan smirked and shut the phone.

Ed was the first to recover his voice. "Well, that was obviously your mom. What did she call you about?"

"They've got all the Dragonballs."

Ed's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Gohan nodded. "So, who wants to come?"

The CIC raised their hands.

Gohan laughed. "Well, c'mon, then! Let's go to the Colonel's office!"

Mustang scowled. "It's always MY office..." he muttered.

Ed snickered.

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About a minute later, they were all in Mustang's office.

Gohan flipped his phone open and dialed.

Pause.

"Yeah. We're all here."

Pause.

Gohan counted. "...8."

Pause.

"Yup. Oh, and by the way, Al's here."

Pause.

Gohan sighed. "Let's just use the TV." He walked over and turned said object on.

Bulma and Mirai appeared on the screen. Bulma looked up and started entering numbers into the machine.

"Okay, Al? I'll be bringing you through last since you aren't made of the same stuff as everyone else," she said.

Al nodded. "Okay, Bulma-san."

"Don't call me -san. It makes me sound so old," she returned, grinning.

"Yes, Bulma-san."

Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Mom, everything's been inputted. We're ready," Mirai informed her.

"Right. Everyone ready?"

They all nodded.

"Good. Transmitting," Bulma quipped.

There was a hum, a flash of light, and everyone in Mustang's office but Al disappeared and reappeared in the transmit room in the DBZ world.

Havoc took a deep breath. "That is so unnerving..."

Mustang shivered. "I second that."

"Reconfiguring..." Mirai announced. "Parameters reconfigured."

"Okay Al, we've locked on to you. Go right back to where you're standing now, okay? We'll bring you through in 15 seconds."

"Right."

Al walked over, turned off the TV screen, and walked back.

A few seconds later, there was a hum, a flash of light, and Al was gone.

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Ed sighed in relief as Al appeared.

"I'm fine, nii-san."

"Let me check your blood rune, Al."

Al sighed, took his helmet off, and bent over.

Mirai gaped.

Ed stood up on his tiptoes and looked inside Al's armor. He sighed again. "It's fine."

"Of course it is, nii-san. I've been through twice already and it was fine both times," Al replied, standing up and replacing his helmet.

"But something could have gone wrong!"

"Nothing did," Bulma interrupted. "Now let's go get the Dragonballs."

"Are we going to summon Shenlong here, or..." Mirai asked her.

"How about on the Lookout? That way Dende can be there too."

"Sure. Let me go fetch Dad. I'll be right back... I hope. If I'm not there in 15 minutes, come get me," Mirai volunteered. He then flew off.

"Right. Now that I know Vegeta's going to be there—Gohan, you go get him if he doesn't show—we can get going. C'mon, my plane's around here somewhere..." She started going through her pockets. "A-ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly, pulling what looked like a cigarette case out of a pocket.

"What is that?" Armstrong asked her.

Bulma looked up at him. "My capsule case," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Capsule case?" Havoc asked cluelessly.

"Yup!"

"...I'm not going to get a straight answer out of you, am I?"

Bulma looked up, confused. "I thought I gave you one."

Havoc sighed. "Nevermind."

Bulma stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Oh well. C'mon, let's go outside so I can open this thing."

They all dutifully trooped outside after her.

Once outside, she pushed the button at the top of the capsule and tossed it. It landed with a 'bang' and a lot of smoke.

Before the smoke had even cleared, Mustang had his right hand up, Riza had her guns out, Armstrong had his spiked gloves on, Hughes was hiding behind Riza, and Havoc, after a moment's indecision, was hiding behind Armstrong.

Bulma looked at them oddly. "It's just a plane..." She pointed at the area that the smoke had cleared from and sure enough, there was a plane there.

Ed snickered.

Gohan turned to the blond alchemist. "You hand the same reaction the first time you saw someone un-capsulize something, Ed. You really shouldn't be laughing."

Ed glared at him. "Shut up."

Bulma sighed. "Let's get going. I'd never hear the end of it if Vegeta came out and we're still here."

Al nodded. "Yes. Let's go."

After the CIC relaxed enough to warily trust the plane, (IWA: They've never seen one before, remember...) they all climbed on.

As they got themselves situated, Gohan remarked, "Y'know, Bulma, I don't think I've seen this one before. Is it new?"

"Yeah. It's still in the testing stage, but I've been debugging it for a year now, so there shouldn't be a problem," the blue-haired genius responded.

Neither of them noticed the whole CIC go white-knuckled with fear at that statement.

"But if something does go wrong, we've got you, Gohan. And soon, Mirai and Vegeta."

"Oh, yeah. No pressure there," Gohan replied sarcastically.

Bulma giggled and started the engine.

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Poor FMA peoples! To have to ride in something they've never seen before that might have some major problems... And having Gohan along isn't doing much for them. On another note, I'm still interested in pairing requests, seeing as how I've only gotten responses on that from two people. And please leave me a review on your way out.