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: (it walks alone, BritKit, and InDesperateNeedofRitalin are sitting at a lunch table)
it walks alone: Hello all!
BritKit: (glare at table)
IWA: First, I would like to apologize for the extremely late update! I captured BK and roped her into helping with my Humanities midterm paper and we had some trouble getting back to the story. So, apologies all around!
InDesperateNeedofRitalin: Yay!
IWA: Alright, next on the agenda is "the newbie". Readers, meet InDesperateNeedofRitalin! IDNR, meet the readers.
IDNR: Hi!
IWA: BK actually met IDNR at the beginning of the school year, but this is the first time she's been around for the disclaimer writing. She is also anime/manga obsessed, and in Japanese Club with me, BK, SailorKMoonie, 'Nothing', and a few other people who don't have pen names yet.
IDNR: And K-sensei! Who isn't even getting paid and lets us meet in his room and eat popcorn and watch anime and is trying very hard to teach us Japanese!
BK: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why IDNR is in desperate need of Ritalin.
IDNR: Wheeeeeeee!
IWA: Mmyup. But we're getting off topic.
IDNR: There's a topic?
IWA: Yup. Before we do anything else, tho, I am going to state right now that I do not own FMA or DBZ. Now that that's over with, we can get on to what has been happening over the past month or two in our high school lives. For those of you who just want the goddamn chapter already, you may skip this.
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IWA: Alright! Onward with the lives report (Yes, we do have lives). We have very very very important news! BK is sick!!!
(All wait for that to sink in. BK continues to glare at table)
IWA: Now where to start…
IDNR: The beginning?
IWA: Good idea! Alright, for those of you who don't know, our dear BK is Jewish.
BK: Sorry if it bothers you.
IDNR: Why would it?
BK: I dunno. But at least half the world has been out for our blood for most of history, so…
IWA: Eh-hem.
(BK and IDNR shut up)
IWA: Moving on. Anywho—at the beginning of October, BK celebrated Yom Kippur and had to fast all day. That night, she and her mom went out for Japanese food.
BK: Beef sukiyaki and veggie tempura. (nods) good stuff.
IDNR: No idea what you're talking about…
IWA: (glare) And when she got home (a few hours later) she had dessert and went to bed.
BK: And promptly got back up and threw all of it up into the toilet.
IDNR: Ewww.
BK: Major eww. And very not fun.
IWA: That cycle continued over the next few days. BK would eat very lightly and then have dinner and then throw it up.
BK: I'll take it from here. So that Thursday (it started Monday night) Mom had set me up with a doctor appointment. The doctor said it was probably gastritis (aka stomach acid ate into stomach lining) and to give it a few days, and if it wasn't healed by Monday to start taking acid-blocker pills. Then Thursday night was the worst yet. So Mom said "Screw this, I'm getting you the medicine."
IDNR: …Wait, why was your mom—
IWA: She's a doctor too.
IDNR: Oh.
BK: Anyways I started on this handy stuff called Zantac—which made me feel a WHOLE lot better—for a while anyways.
IWA: Don't own Zantac.
IDNR: Just for a while?
BK: I kept relapsing.
IWA: That sucks.
BK: No kidding. The first time I didn't take my Zantac—I threw up again.
IDNR: Funfun.
BK: Yup. So Mom set me up with another doctor appointment, and I threw up the night before, even though I took my meds.
IDNR: How does that work?
BK: Shut up and let me finish.
IDNR: Meep.
BK: Anyways so my mom and the doc decided that I definitely didn't have gastritis, and the doc made me get a blood test.
IWA: Fun.
BK: Oh, definitely. So everything came back normal except for the test for this bacteria H-pylori.
IDNR: I thought you didn't know what you had yet?
BK: I'm not FINISHED yet!
IDNR: Oh.
BK: So they said I had to go see a specialist and prescribed a bunch of horse pills to take twice a day—
IWA: Horse pills??
BK: Really really big pills.
IWA: Oh, okay.
BK: So I came home from work and took one dose that night.
IDNR: And threw it back up?
BK: How ever did you guess? Mom said it was probably because I took 'em on an empty stomach and let me stay home from school the next day. Next day I took them after breakfast and they stayed down.
IDNR: Yay!
BK: Yup. Except when Mom got home she said we had to stop everything—the specialist said H-pylori tests false positive a lot and to stop the antibiotics and he wanted to see me. Soooo Mom got me an appointment and we went to the hospital and told the whole deal to two different doctors.
IWA: The hospital?
BK: Yup. The specialist said that he wanted to check some things out so I'm going to get an X-ray and this pH-measuring thing stuck down my nose for 24 hours AND I have an appointment to get a tube with a camera stuck down my throat!
IDNR: Oh that's fun! I have pictures from my dad's!
BK: -.-
IWA: -.-
IDNR: (happy)
BK: You're weird.
IDNR: Yup!
IWA: And slightly scary.
IDNR: Really??
BK and IWA: (sweatdrop)
BK: Anyways so that's why I've missed so much school and won't be in school a week from Tuesday.
IWA: You poor thing.
BK: (le sigh) Thanks.
IDNR: (happy)
"Speaking" Thoughts (Me to you)
Last time:
Ed wandered into the cockpit. Bulma was alternating looking at some sort of radar on the dashboard, and an ordinary map of Amestris in her hand.
"So where're we headed?"
"East, looks like," she replied, not looking up. She examined the radar closer. "Looks like a little town out in the middle of nowhere." She turned to the map in her lap. "Xenotime, according to this."
Chapter 14: The First Dragonball
After landing and capsulizing the plane, Ed and Al led the group into the town of Xenotime. A little girl ran up to them, a basket of fruit in her hands.
"Mr. Edward! Mr. Alphonse!"
They all looked over.
"Hey, Elisa!" Al greeted her.
Vegeta glared.
The poor girl froze when she noticed Vegeta. Then she shivered and ran over to Ed.
A man had looked up when she called, and was now walking up to the group.
"Master Edward, Master Alphonse," he greeted.
"Belsio," Ed replied, grinning. "Been a while."
Belsio smiled. "Indeed. So what brings you all the way to Xenotime?"
"We're looking for a Dragonball."
"What's a 'Dragonball'?"
"Well, it's a small sphere, about so big," Ed cupped his hands together, "and colored, with something else of a different color in the middle of it." He winced. "Sorry. I can't give you a better description, but I haven't personally seen it, so..."
Belsio nodded. "I understand. Actually," he continued, "we've found something that matches that description. A 6-inch diameter sphere, dark green with a blue alchemic symbol in it."
Ed's face lit up. "That'll be it! Do you know where it is?" he asked eagerly.
Belsio turned back to the group and smiled. "Of course. The Tringham brothers have it."
"Great!" Al exclaimed. "I'll get to see Fletcher again!"
"Crap," Ed said, deflating. "I'll have to see Russel again..." He sighed. "All right, so where are they?"
The other sighed. "We're not exactly sure. No one's seen them for days. They're probably in their lab."
"So where's the lab?" Al asked.
Belsio pointed up at a building half-way up a nearby mountain. "That's it."
"Thanks!" Ed said, grinning, and started running in the direction of the Tringham brothers' lab.
The others followed.
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Half an hour later:
The group was hiking up the hill in front of the lab when Ed grumbled. "I hate those two."
Al turned to him. "Come on, nii-san, they're not bad."
Ed just kept grumbling.
Soon enough, they arrived at the front door. Bulma stepped up and rang the door bell.
No response.
A minute later, she tried again.
Still no response.
"Try the door," Gohan suggested.
The blue-haired genius shrugged and did so. It was unlocked, so they went in.
After a bit of wandering and prying Bulma and Mirai off various experiments, they found the lab proper.
It was a mess.
Random objects had been strewn all over the room, from note papers to beakers to what looked like ancient chemistry sets. The center of the room, though, was clear. There was an intricate transmutation circle drawn on the floor, with the first Amestris Dragonball in the middle of it.
Fletcher was curled up against the wall, asleep. Russel was sprawled out near the transmutation circle, obviously exhausted.
They all stared.
"Yeesh," Mirai said, looking around. "This place is messier than Mom's lab."
Bulma glared at him.
"What? It's true!" he said defensively.
Ed decided to ignore them and stepped up to the transmutation circle, made sure it wasn't active, (it wasn't) and stepped into the center with the Dragonball. He then picked it up and walked over to Russel, who merely blinked up at him tiredly.
Al, who'd come up behind his brother, looked down at the silver-eyed teen. "Maybe you two should go to bed."
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The next day:
Russel stumbled down the stairs sometime around noon, half asleep.
Ed looked up from where he was finishing his lunch and snickered when Russel ran into the table.
Bulma, who was busy cooking up a feast with the help of a couple of cook-bots, glanced over, picked up an already-full plate, and set it in front of the younger teen, who had sat down, miraculously not missing the chair.
"Eat fast," Ed recommended. "It'll all be gone soon."
"Uh?"
Ed sighed, picked up his plate, and put it in the sink. "Eat."
Russel turned blearily back to his food and did as ordered. By the time he was finished, he was awake enough to be coherent.
Bulma took his plate. "Okay, you two. I'm going to call the others now, so get out of the way."
Russel just blinked at her. Ed grabbed his arm and dragged him to the wall.
"Um, what's going on?"
Ed grinned. "Just watch."
Bulma finished putting the rest of the food on the table (which sagged under the weight), checked to make sure that Ed and Russel were out of the way, then turned to the doorway. (IWA: After removing herself from the line of attack, of course.)
"BOYS!! LUNCH!!" she screamed.
There was a pause. The the partially-open door slammed open (IWA: Poor wall... BK: Poor DOOR!) and a gust of wind came tearing through the doorway, flattening Ed and Russel against the wall.
Suddenly, six people were sitting at the table stuffing their faces. (IWA: You can guess who they are. (sweatdrops))
Russel, once he got his breath back, stared at those six people, open mouthed. Ed glanced over at him and snickered.
"Eh, you get used to it after a while."
Russel just kept staring.
Meanwhile, the mountain of food was shrinking at an alarming rate.
Ed regained control of his laughter. "Russel?"
No response.
"...Russel?"
Still no response.
/Thwack/
"OW!" Russel yelped, cradling the back of his head. The younger teen turned to the golden-eyed boy. "What was that for?!"
Ed shrugged. "You weren't responding. So, d'you want to know what this thing is or don't you?" he asked, pulling the Dragonball out of his pocket.
"Uhh..." Russel glanced back to the table. About half the food was gone. "...Yeah, I... guess. ...You know what it is?"
Ed rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Come on, we're going into the hall. You're too distracted," the shorter blond announced, grabbing the other's arm and dragging him out of the room.
Russel yelped again, following the diminutive State Alchemist into the hallway.
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IWA: And chapter 14 is done! (cheers)
BK: (slaps her) You had it done for a while, you just didn't get around to typing it!
IWA: (cradles head) Oww...
BK: I had to yell at you about it every morning for weeks to get you to do it!
IWA: Sorry! (ducks another slap from BK) Well, it's typed and posted now, what else do you want?!
BK: The rest of the story done so we can start something else!
IWA: ...Yeah. Sorry.
IDNR: (blink) Wow. You two sure are violent, aren't you?
BK & IWA: (turn to IDNR)
BK: Only with her.
IWA: Gee thanks. Oh yeah, readers, please leave me a review on your way out. I apologize again for the long wait.