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, BK, M, and FC sitting at table
BritKit: (reads Rebel Angels (sequel to A Great and Terrible Beauty) (neither of which I own))
Mordecai: (stares at giant bag of candy)
it walks alone: (scribble scribble pause) (sings) Peter Piper pii-cked a peck of pickled peppers. Peter Piper picked a peck of pee-ppers. Peter Pii-per, Peter Pii-per, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers that he picked.
All: (silence)
BK: WHAT?
IWA: Peter Piper's Fugue. I'm playing along with it in the concert tonight. (By the way, I don't own it.)
BK: o.O (stares) ...I'll go back to reading now.
M: o.o How can you sing that that fast?
IWA: Practice, Mordecai. Practice.
freakinCRAZY: Aaah! Too many "p's"!
IWA: o.o Really? ...BritKit, I am in desperate need of plot.
BK: I only have a couple more pages!
(silence)
(a few minutes later)
BK: DONE! Now, what did you need?
IWA: PLOT!
BK: Oh right! (scribble scribble)
IWA: (sigh) Finally. (reads over BK's shoulder) ...And why is Chi-Chi serving...?
BK: Maternal instincts. She has to serve her guests coffee and tea.
FC: ...Do I want to know...?
IWA: Not really.
FC: Oh. (puts head back down, chin on binder) I hate tea and coffee. I'm screwed.
BK & IWA: Then she'd serve you water.
FC: (chipper) That works!
BK: (goes back to scribbling)
IWA: (stares into space)
FC: (starts playing with a pen)
M: Penguins are cool.
IWA: Penguins have taken over the nine tenths of your brain you don't use.
BK: That's fine. As long as they don't bother me, I don't care. (scribble scribble)
IWA: (pulls out a book and starts reading)
M: (stares into space)
FC: (looks up) Huh? What'd I miss?
IWA: Nothing important. And I still don't own FMA or DBZ. If I did, Goku wouldn't be dead (he'd be his normal idiot self in the living world) and Mustang's desks would never survive a week. So there.
M: And then I die.
BK: No, you wouldn't.
M: (comes back to reality) Huh? What? What now?
BK & IWA: (sigh)
IWA: Nothing. You didn't miss anything, Mordecai.
M: Oh. Okay! (goes back to staring into space)
BK & IWA: (sigh)
A/N: Pairing poll results so far:
Gohan/Ed: 1
Ed/Winry: 2
Mustang/Riza: 2
Gohan/Lust: 1
Vegeta/Lust: 1
And I'm really sorry about posting this so late! BritKit got me into a series of books and when I'm in the middle of a book, I don't want to stop to write. Sorry! Don't hurt me! (runs and hides)
"Speaking" Thoughts (Me to you) "Telephone or other such communication device" Shenlong
Last time:
Piccolo appeared in the doorway, carrying the bag with the Dragonballs. He walked into the space between the groups and upended the bag, spilling the seven spheres on the ground.
"Shenlong, come forth! Grant our wish!"
Chapter 9: Shenlong
The sky turned dark and the Dragonballs glowed brightly. There was a flash of light. (IWA: But no hum!) And something shot up out of them.
With a roar, Shenlong appeared.
"Why have you mortals summoned me here today? Tell me your wishes—I shall grant three."
Riza fainted. Hughes managed to catch her before she hit the ground and carried her inside, led by Mr. Popo.
Shenlong sweatdropped.
"Umm..." Ed started. "My with is that you give Al back his body."
"That I cannot do."
They all stared at the dragon god in surprise.
"Huh? Why?" Gohan asked.
"He is not of this universe. I only have the power to alter this world and the Otherworld."
"How can we bring him back, then?" Bulma inquired.
"There are Dragonballs in every universe—simply find the ones in his world. Then you must go to the place where the alchemy was performed, gather the results, and undo the alchemy."
"You're sure there are Dragonballs in Amestris?" Ed asked.
"Yes. there are Dragonballs in every universe. In some they are never found, but they are there."
"Will I be able to use my radar to find them?" Bulma was trying to think of everything.
"Yes. The rules are the same—three wishes and no bringing people back to life twice. Is that all?"
"Yes," Bulma replied.
"No," Ed interjected before Shenlong could disappear. "Will we (Al and I) be able to bring our mother back?"
"No. She was meant to die when she did and was a person of no consequence. An "ordinary" mortal, if you will. I cannot justify bringing her back."
"Alright. Now you can go."
"Farewell," Shenlong rumbled. He glowed for a second, then split into seven small fragments that blasted away in random directions.
Hughes and Popo had come back just in time for the dragon god's departure.
Hughes whistled. "That dragon sure can make an exit!" He turned to Ed. "So how'd it go?"
Ed turned to look at him. "Well, he couldn't fix us, but he told us how we could."
"So what are we waiting for?"
"Good question," the blond replied.
"Let's go back to Capsule Corp. I'll get the Dragon Radar, and then we can go search in Amestris!" Bulma suggested.
Everyone nodded. "Let's do that."
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Meanwhile, in the Otherworld:
Goku was watching his friends in a viewing pool.
"Ooooh! They're going to another world!"
He paused.
"...I wanna go!"
And, with that decided, he zipped off to find Enma.
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A few hours later in the Capsule Corp kitchen:
Vegeta was leaning against the wall, sulking. Hughes was simply fascinated with the Saiyan, and refused to stop staring at him. Al was over in that general vicinity (to prevent Hughes from pouncing Vegeta and to keep Vegeta from attacking Hughes) and not looking too happy about it.
The rest of the military personell were sitting around the table (about half a foot away from it, seeing as how Bulma had taken over it with blueprints of virtually anything she could think of to bring with them to Amestris). Ed was perched on an empty bit of counter and Chi-Chi was bustling about making tea and coffee for the guests. Gohan, Mirai, and the Brats were off packing.
Riza sweatdropped as she looked at all the blueprints scattered all over the table, the counter, (except the parts that Chi-Chi had recovered and Ed was sitting on) and the floor where they'd fallen.
Chi-Chi walked over to Mustang and Havoc, a cup of coffee in each hand. "Sorry about Bulma. Once she gets planning..."
"Don't worry, it's quite alright," Mustang assured her, taking one of the cups from her.
Armstrong sipped his tea, sparkling. (BK:And sitting on a chair that was far too small for him and looked as though it would collapse at any moment. IWA: ...)
Havoc, after receiving his coffee, stood up and walked over to Bulma, leaning over to see what she was doing, and put his cup down on the table.
/clang/
Havoc was slammed to the ground, stunned from the blow to his head. Bulma picked up his cup and put it on his stomach.
"Keep the teacups off the blueprints."
"Yes, ma'am," Havoc replied, dazed.
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"—IgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanI—"
Enma twitched, watching the dead Saiyan bounce up and down on his desk. This. Is. NOT. My day.
"—canIgocanIgocanIgocanIgo—"
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1 hour later, Chikyuu: (BK: Aka DBZ World for those of us who aren't DBZ-obsessed. (glares at IWA) IWA: (looks up innocently) What?)
Everyone (who was in Capsule at the time) was in the kitchen. The blueprints had been cleared away.
Bulma placed her hands palm down, on the table. "So, we know this much: we need to get to Amestris, gather the Dragonballs, summon the dragon, and leave as quickly ad possible, without attracting too much attention."
Chi-Chi stared at her. "Bulma, we're talking about SAIYANS here. They don't do subtle."
Vegeta Smirked™.
Trunks snickered.
"Hey! I can do subtle!" Gohan protested.
Ed stared at him. "No, you can't. You blew up three and a half buildings trying to get rid of two homunculi."
"Like you're much better, Fullmetal?" Mustang asked, smirking.
Ed glared at him.
Gohan blinked. "That wasn't subtle?"
"No."
"Oh."
Ed facefaulted. (IWA: Yes, off the counter... And somehow manages to emerge unscathed and on the counter again...)
Chi-Chi was confused. "What's a homocu... homulcu..."
"Homunculus?" Ed finished for her.
"Yes."
Ed closed his eyes, trying to remember the definition word for word. "Homunculus. Plural, homunculi. Noun. The result when the components of the average adult human body are placed in a transmutation circle, energy is added, and the transmutation fails. They possess strange superhuman powers and take on the appearance of the person the alchemist involved was trying to create, but have none of the memories of the aforementioned person. They are also incredibly hard to kill," he added, opening his eyes.
Al sighed. "Nii-san, you're starting to sound like a dictionary again..."
The elder Elric rolled his eyes.
The Z-Senshi stared at him. "...In English, please?" Chi-Chi asked.
"That IS English!" Ed exclaimed, flailing his arms.
"In other words, a failed human transmutation," Mustang offered.
Blank stares from the Z-Senshi.
Hughes sighed. "Translation: evil incarnate."
Vegeta perked up.
Chi-Chi put her hands on her hips. "Well, that settles it. Goten, you're not going."
"What!" Goten yelped.
"Ha ha!"
"Don't laugh, Trunks. You're not going either," Bulma informed her son.
"What? But Mo-om!"
"Don't you 'but Mom' me. You're not going and that's final."
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"—Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Enma-sama, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! CanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanI—"
Enma twitched repeatedly.
Just then, Baba appeared, floating on her crystal ball. "Is there a problem, Enma-sama?"
"—canIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgocanIgo—"
"Get. Him. Off. My desk. NOW," Enma growled.
"—canIgocanIgocanIcanIhuhhuhhuh?" The Saiyan paused, gasping for breath. (BK: For the first time in five hours.)
"YES."
"CanI—" Goku froze and blinked. "I can?"
"Yes."
The dead warrior's eyes had huge sparkles in them. "YAAAAAY! IcangoIcangoIcangoIcangoI—" He was now running in circles around Enma's desk.
/WHAM/
Baba blinked as the lord of the dead's head slammed into his over-abused desk.
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Hahaha! Poor Enma... and hyper, 6-year-old mentality Goku. But what else is new? Please leave me a review on your way out, and if you have a favorite pairing, please tell me.