I got this idea from a post on the forum I belong to. I don't have a clue where I'm going with it! But combining my two of my three favorite shows of all time is about the most fun I can think of short of ....ummmm.... And if anyone has a suggestion for a title, I'm open!

Disclaimer: The usual. Don't own any of these characters.

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by dbzmomma

Part 1: The truth is waaaay out there

Mulder, what are you doing?

Scully, put her satchel-style handbag down on his desk and stared with unabashed shock at her partner, who was alternately popping sunflower seeds in his mouth and drawing a moustache on a picture of Assistant Director Skinner.

Scully, you think that this is some childish attempt at revenge on Skinner for taking us off the X-Files, because that's what it appears to you. He spit out a shell. Scully put one hand on her hip and leaned on his desk, eyebrows raised and with a semi-amused expression on her face.

But that's not what it is at all. Mulder picked up the photo of Skinner and then opened a file, drawing out a sheet. He held them, one in each hand, and turned them both toward Scully.

With the same expression on her face, her eyes rested on each one in turn.

That's an artist's interpretation of the Battle Creek guy, she said. The Battle Creek breakfast mugger had recently struck again, this time a young girl who had just left a Dunkin' Donuts at 5 a.m. But this time, his victim had been able to describe him to police artists. She had said, he looked like a donut and smelled like Cheerios. But I'll never forget that bald head, the droopy moustache and those beady little raisin eyes.

Uh-huh. And?

Mulder, are you trying to say that... that... Skinner is the Battle Creek cereal killer? That's absurd!

Breakfast mugger, Scully. Well, you can't deny the resemblance.

You're not serious.

Mulder's eyes crinkled as he grinned. No, I'm not serious. Except that Skinner looks great with a moustache, don't you think?

She sighed and laughed. Well, I have something for you, and this is serious. Well, sort of.

Is it an X-file?

Wellllll.... yeeeeeeeeesssss..... unofficially.

She pulled out a file and handed him a series of photos. Mulder stood up, not bothering to tuck in his loose white shirt or straighten his skewed tie, and took them over to a bulletin board where he tacked them up. When they were all hanging like drunken ducks in a row, he stepped back and whistled, putting his hands on his hips.



Scully came up beside him, arms folded. Yes. Wow.

They both stared at the photos.

A dragon, he said.

Scully nodded.

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Goku threw the mountainous pile of firewood in the air and watched it land BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM in a neat pile on the ground. Any other time he would have dashed into the house for his dinner — the one he could smell now, the delicious aroma driving him crazy with hunger — but the two figures approaching him stopped him in his tracks.

They were gaping at him. The female — a pretty redhead dressed in a black jacket and black slacks and carrying a satchel big enough to fit her whole wardrobe — was gazing at him, his hair, his clothes and the pile of firewood with an expression of disbelief.

The man seemed mildly amused.

Mr. Son, he said, holding up a badge, I'm Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully. We're with the FBI.

Goku just stared at the badge and then grinned. This is a joke, right? Bulma sent you to get even with me for trashing the gravity room.



Gravity room.

Mulder and Scully looked at each other. No, Mr. Son, we just have some questions we'd like to ask and some photographs we'd like you to look at. This isn't official.

Well, then, come in! I'm sure Chi Chi has enough to feed you. Looks like you both could use a little more weight.

This isn't...a..

Chiiiii! We have cooooompany!

...a...social call...

But Goku had already disappeared into the house. The agents stood staring at the little igloo-shaped house with the smoke curling out of the chimney. Goku stuck his head out the door.

Well, come on! A loud rumble broke the silence, and Goku grinned sheepishly, putting one hand on his stomach. His shaggy head disappeared into the house again.

Scully shrugged and Mulder followed her into the little house. The scene that greeted their eyes wouldn't leave them for a long time to come. Goku had cleared a space at the table and was beckoning them to sit with one hand, while stuffing his mouth with the other. His wife was standing at the stove, virtually ignoring them and wielding her ladle like a weapon.

Haf a seat. Sorry. I'm starfin'! Mmfff.

Mulder, who decided they really needed to get on with this, took the photos out of his briefcase and spread them on the table.

Know anything about this?

Sher thas Li-Shenlunk.



Goku swallowed a basketball-sized lump of food.

Scully and Mulder looked at each other.

You've seen this creature?

Goku shoveled more food into his mouth and piled more plates on the table. Scully curled her lip in disgust. Mulder tapped one of the pictures and raised his eyebrows.

Goku finally pounded his chest to get the last of the food down, guzzled down a tankard of milk, wiped his mouth and patted his stomach.

Oh, man, Chi! You really outdid yourself this time! That was great!

Chi Chi grunted, began removing plates and filled the sink with water. She still hadn't looked at the agents.

The creature...

First we find the seven dragon balls and then we call the dragon, who grants us two wishes. Goku got up and peered at the photos. Yeah, this was the last time when we asked him to wipe everyone's memories of Buu.

Scully put her hand up to her mouth to stifle a grin.

You're saying that this creature is real and you can talk to him, Mulder said.

Goku stared at Mulder. That's what I'm saying. Where'd you get these pictures?

They were sent to me with a cryptic note saying we should talk to one Son Goku about it, Scully said, finally getting her facial muscles under control. She spread her hands. Here we are.



Mulder half-smiled. Because that's what we do. He began picking up the photos and placing them in his briefcase.

Mr. Son...



Goku, have you ever experienced missing time?

Goku faced Mulder and stared at him eye-to-eye. Sure. I was dead for seven years. What a surprise it was for me to find out I had another son!

Chi Chi slammed a plate in the rack and harumphed. The agents stared at her for a second and then their heads swiveled back to Goku. Mulder put his hands on his hips, causing his jacket to ride up.

I mean...

You mean was I abducted by aliens? Goku grinned and crossed his arms. Mr. Mulder, I am an alien.

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Scully opened the car door and giggled. Do you believe that man? He thinks he's an alien! She slid into the passenger seat. Dragons! What a strange place! What a strange couple...

Mulder was staring at the pile of firewood. Maybe he is, he said and climbed into the drivers side. They started down the hill, driving slowly down the winding dirt road.

Don't tell me you believe him, Mulder!

But Mulder was staring into the sky. Scully followed his gaze and gasped. Two trails of energy streaked across the sky toward the Son house, a small one and a large one. The energy was trailing behind two flying boys.

....continued...