Author: BleakFate
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This is a fan-fic, meant for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any
of these characters, they are owned by FUNimation, Akira Toriyama,
Squaresoft, and my thoughts for the ideas!!! :P!!!! Please read and review,
and no flamers please, because I might cry or something * mock sobs *
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Introduction
What if the Dragonball Z gang and Cloud's party ran across each other in some freak accident? Have you wondered? IF you have, this is the fic for you! (Please note that Gokou is NOT dead, Future Trunks is still in the past, Gohan is a teenager, Aeris was brought back to life and married Cloud, Yuffie and Vincient are married, and Tifa is still looking.)
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Chapter One: Rift's
Gohan reclined back in his wooden chair, sighing. Today was so blasé. His mom was forcing him study like crazy again, so he would make straight A's all the way though high school, his dad and Vegeta were out training with Trunks, and he was stuck here. Silently he got out of his chair and crossed to the window.
"I could just skip out for a few moments," he mused aloud, "and be back before mom knows about it." He decided upon this course of action and leapt out the window. He used his ki to stay aloft and floated slowly up in the air.
Gohan looks around, wondering what to do. Seeing nothing of interest and nobody around, he slowly gathered ki to himself. His aura turned golden, as did his eyebrows, as did his hair, as it turned spiky.
Putting his hands out in front of him, palms first, he charged his energy there. A ball of red ki, crackling with energy, kept gathering power there.
After a few minutes, a massive ball of crackling ki floated before him. He drew in a deep breath and started to try a technique Dende had showed him on his last visit to the lookout.
Slowly the ball started to take shape, first forming a crude mirror, and then slowly it started to gain more elegance. Gohan used his mind to shape to massive thing, then to make the mirror-rift.
Moments later he was finished. He floated back to admire his work. If all went well, this should show him anyplace in the world, if he would but give it the name. "Capsule Corporation, Japan. Gokou." he said. The ki shimmered, and then slowly a picture came into focus. "Dad!" he said, impressed with himself.
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Gokou looked around, thinking he heard someone calling his name. Shrugging he went back to training.
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Gohan looked into the mirror, and then reached out to touch its surface. Then all went black.
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Cloud sat at the bar, his martini in hand, when a commotion behind him made him turn. Upon the floor sat a golden haired teenager. Cloud smiled at the resemblance, "This boy seems a lot like me when I was younger." he thought to himself.
Abruptly Cloud sensed something shift, and he ducked to the floor. From the now moving form a golden light sprang, shaking everything in the room. Cloud then decided that this boy was NOT like him when he was younger.
Cloud got up to his feet, his hand going to his sword at his back. Then, the golden-boy spoke, "I mean you no harm," he said, raising his hands in the universal sign of parley, "I came to this place by mistake. Can you tell me where 'this place' is by the way?" Cloud nodded and spoke, "You are in the Sector 7 Slums of Midgar." A slight look of confusion passed over Gohan's face, but he quickly put his emotional mask back on.
"Okay, thanks" was all he said. Cloud stood there, looking at the teenager warily," Who are you?" he asked. "I am Son Gohan," was his reply, "and you are?" "I am Cloud Strife, son of Go On" The young man sighed and shook his head, "I am not the son of Go On, I am the son of Gokou, and my name is Son Gohan. G-o-h-a-n. Not Go On." the last was said slightly shortly. Cloud nodded.
Turning the teen walked to the door, then stopped," Where can I find lodgings?" he asked. Cloud thought about it for a moment," Well, I guess you could stay here, if you'd like." Gohan nodded and turned to face Cloud. "The price?" he asked. "Ten gil." Gohan dug into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of gold coins.
"How much gold is equal to ten gil?" he asked. "Just one gold coin is enough," said a feminine voice from the doorway. Gohan and Cloud look at the door to discover a young woman, in her early twenties, was the one who spoke. "Yes. One gold will be sufficient.," answered Cloud. Gohan handed over a coin to Cloud.
"Where is my lodgings?" he asked. Cloud pointed him up the steps," In the far back there's a door that says 'Guest Room' that's your room." Gohan nodded and went up to his room.
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When Gohan was gone, Cloud turned to face his wife, "Why did you do that for?" he asked. Aeris looked surprised," What?" she asked. "Tell him that. I was going to make the price so high he couldn't stay here! He gives me the creeps!" he said a low whisper. "Cloud! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Sending the poor boy out like that!" Cloud nodded, electing not to say anything.
Aeris turned and walked back outside. A scream soon followed.
What if the Dragonball Z gang and Cloud's party ran across each other in some freak accident? Have you wondered? IF you have, this is the fic for you! (Please note that Gokou is NOT dead, Future Trunks is still in the past, Gohan is a teenager, Aeris was brought back to life and married Cloud, Yuffie and Vincient are married, and Tifa is still looking.)
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Chapter One: Rift's
Gohan reclined back in his wooden chair, sighing. Today was so blasé. His mom was forcing him study like crazy again, so he would make straight A's all the way though high school, his dad and Vegeta were out training with Trunks, and he was stuck here. Silently he got out of his chair and crossed to the window.
"I could just skip out for a few moments," he mused aloud, "and be back before mom knows about it." He decided upon this course of action and leapt out the window. He used his ki to stay aloft and floated slowly up in the air.
Gohan looks around, wondering what to do. Seeing nothing of interest and nobody around, he slowly gathered ki to himself. His aura turned golden, as did his eyebrows, as did his hair, as it turned spiky.
Putting his hands out in front of him, palms first, he charged his energy there. A ball of red ki, crackling with energy, kept gathering power there.
After a few minutes, a massive ball of crackling ki floated before him. He drew in a deep breath and started to try a technique Dende had showed him on his last visit to the lookout.
Slowly the ball started to take shape, first forming a crude mirror, and then slowly it started to gain more elegance. Gohan used his mind to shape to massive thing, then to make the mirror-rift.
Moments later he was finished. He floated back to admire his work. If all went well, this should show him anyplace in the world, if he would but give it the name. "Capsule Corporation, Japan. Gokou." he said. The ki shimmered, and then slowly a picture came into focus. "Dad!" he said, impressed with himself.
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Gokou looked around, thinking he heard someone calling his name. Shrugging he went back to training.
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Gohan looked into the mirror, and then reached out to touch its surface. Then all went black.
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Cloud sat at the bar, his martini in hand, when a commotion behind him made him turn. Upon the floor sat a golden haired teenager. Cloud smiled at the resemblance, "This boy seems a lot like me when I was younger." he thought to himself.
Abruptly Cloud sensed something shift, and he ducked to the floor. From the now moving form a golden light sprang, shaking everything in the room. Cloud then decided that this boy was NOT like him when he was younger.
Cloud got up to his feet, his hand going to his sword at his back. Then, the golden-boy spoke, "I mean you no harm," he said, raising his hands in the universal sign of parley, "I came to this place by mistake. Can you tell me where 'this place' is by the way?" Cloud nodded and spoke, "You are in the Sector 7 Slums of Midgar." A slight look of confusion passed over Gohan's face, but he quickly put his emotional mask back on.
"Okay, thanks" was all he said. Cloud stood there, looking at the teenager warily," Who are you?" he asked. "I am Son Gohan," was his reply, "and you are?" "I am Cloud Strife, son of Go On" The young man sighed and shook his head, "I am not the son of Go On, I am the son of Gokou, and my name is Son Gohan. G-o-h-a-n. Not Go On." the last was said slightly shortly. Cloud nodded.
Turning the teen walked to the door, then stopped," Where can I find lodgings?" he asked. Cloud thought about it for a moment," Well, I guess you could stay here, if you'd like." Gohan nodded and turned to face Cloud. "The price?" he asked. "Ten gil." Gohan dug into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of gold coins.
"How much gold is equal to ten gil?" he asked. "Just one gold coin is enough," said a feminine voice from the doorway. Gohan and Cloud look at the door to discover a young woman, in her early twenties, was the one who spoke. "Yes. One gold will be sufficient.," answered Cloud. Gohan handed over a coin to Cloud.
"Where is my lodgings?" he asked. Cloud pointed him up the steps," In the far back there's a door that says 'Guest Room' that's your room." Gohan nodded and went up to his room.
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When Gohan was gone, Cloud turned to face his wife, "Why did you do that for?" he asked. Aeris looked surprised," What?" she asked. "Tell him that. I was going to make the price so high he couldn't stay here! He gives me the creeps!" he said a low whisper. "Cloud! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Sending the poor boy out like that!" Cloud nodded, electing not to say anything.
Aeris turned and walked back outside. A scream soon followed.