If I notice any mistakes that might lead to confusion I'll try to clarify that in the best way I can. This is my first story I'm doing all it takes to make this a great story, I got the story line down and everything, it's just the detail to it that might be an issue for me especially the fact I'm trying my best to make sure the characters act like themselves because I love the characters and I don't really want to change anything when it come down to their personality, I mean that's the main reason why I'm a fan.

I do NOT own anything other than the plot for this story Pokemon goes to Satoshi Tajiri and as for Dragonball, it's owned by Akira Toriyama.

Bulma and Misty were in the lab of Dr. Brief; who didn't really use the lab in the morning since his head was more out of place than usual and at the moment he was just looking at some blueprints he made for his latest inventions and decides to let it all take place in the kitchen with Scratch on his shoulder. Misty was aware she was in a lab, despite feeling like a mutant freak that was about to get more experimented on, she kept it calm and cool, but her face said it all.

"Okay. The first question what kind of city you live in?" Bulma started to ask as if she was part of a survey. Her tone was gentle and sympathetic, so she wouldn't scare nor worry the young girl sitting on the lab's table, which was meant for building capsules and for examination, however, Bulma had a feeling she needed to investigate who she was, and it all required using the table of a lab, she wasn't sick nor injured but Bulma still started to ask common questions that any adult would ask a child, at the same time she pretended to be your everyday doctor for this one girl.

"Cerulean is your every day safe, clean, and big city," Misty answered, Bulma thought she was joking but Misty's tone said otherwise that sh was use to clean cities whereas Bulma can only dream of visiting one.

"What are your parent's names?" Bulma asked just thinking of the question due to realizing Misty was really young, especially for someone who potentially didn't have any special abilities like her son and his best friend and the fact Misty was someone who was wandering the streets of one of the biggest cities in the world, alone.

Misty wasn't exactly sure who her parents were her sisters weren't the most responsible people, but they were able to care for her. Bulma realized Misty was lost in thought and cleared her throat.

"What are your parent's names?" Bulma repeated. Misty shook herself out of her daydream.

"I'm not sure. My sisters were the ones who took care of me." She answered honestly. Bulma looked at her sad, then started to feel sorry for her, and wanted to get things straight.

"Okay, if you don't mind me clearing everything up what happened to your parents?" Bulma said wanting to know, forgetting the fact Misty just said she doesn't even know the names of her own parents, all while easily assuming there had to be something that happened.

"I have no clue, but I do remember one day they were at home juggling everything and the next they were gone, my sisters ignore me when I asked about our parents and I asked my sisters because they were more aware of what was going on and they remember more," Misty told Bulma everything she knew and why she knew what she knew about her parents, but didn't tell Bulma that she figured her parents didn't want her judging by the attitude her sisters gave her every time she asked and it was appropriate times to talk about it too, Misty maybe young but she knows when she needs to zip it when it comes down to stuff she wants to know. Bulma noticed there were tears in her eyes, so she decided to change the subject.

"What were your sisters' names?" Bulma kept it on the same topic but different subject.

"Daisy, Violet, and Lily," Misty said in age order, however, Bulma didn't quite catch that she did.

"Describe them to me please." Bulma wanted to know about her caretakers.

"My sister Daisy is the oldest, I have to say I'm the closest to her even though she and my two other sisters have basically the same perky, love for performing and shopping, hating getting their hands dirty, somewhat irresponsible, and dimwitted personality, Violet is the second oldest with blue hair, Lily is the 3rd oldest with pink hair, and while a rainbow is continuing Daisy has blond hair." Misty described to Bulma about her sisters. Bulma's eyes were wide opened.

"It seems to me you have a good relationship," Bulma said sarcastically but with a smile.

"Trust me, deep down in each of our hearts we really do, however, we don't always get along, I mean we are sisters after all." Misty chuckled a bit and she started to feel comfortable around Bulma and forgot she was with her to help her get home to Cerulean. Bulma smiles slightly and remembers her sister Tights since there was a huge age gap between them, there was no fighting from what she remembered. When Tights was 13, who was actually a decent teenager with it came down to maturing, Bulma was just a baby. It was a good thing that she didn't remember any fighting, but if there were good moments just between the two of them, Bulma doesn't have a clue on how they made that special connection. However, Bulma does keep in contact with her sister and Tights does help whenever she's needed.

"Oh, I wouldn't know that for sure," Bulma subconsciously said she didn't mean for the younger girl in front of her to hear.

Misty looked at her and figured something was going on. "You mean you're an only child?" she asked.

Bulma blinked coming out her own daydream. "What-oh sorry I do have an older sister. Her name is Tights, it's just it feels like I'm an only child sometimes and it did get lonely around here until I had a family of my own," she explained.

"I guess that's just as hard than being overshadowed by your sisters," Misty sighed, it would actually be harder, yes her sisters can be a pain to make her feel like she was the oldest but in reality she was the youngest and least admired yet she really couldn't imagine living a single day without her sisters in her heart no matter how much of a pain they can be.

A moment has passed between the beautiful blue-haired genius and the red haired cutie of a water Pokemon trainer they both lost track of time as they kept getting to know the basics of eachother.

"Okay, I'm going to need that blood sample now." Bulma liked talking Misty, but she had other work to be done. The blood samples are for detecting dead or alive relatives and record of any sort, like if she had gone to any school or her the day she was born, and even telling what diseases she has also the fact she's human (A/N there were anthropomorphic animals in the DBZ world which was why I mention it detects humans also the scanning machine thing is my idea for the advanced world, but I wouldn't be surprised if Akira thought about putting something fancy like that in DBZ). It was an awesome tool Bulma loves to use, it takes her hours to examine things like robots, but for things with an actual life to her was easy, all she had to do was let the machine scan the blood sample and it took less than an hour. Bulma wanted to use it because she never heard of Cerulean city before, and Misty never heard of West City, and it's obvious she wasn't raised in the woods like the father of the boy who brought in Misty. Bulma had hunches but really it could be anything, the only way to find out is with Capsule corp's life tracking system that's also used when the police can't identify a witness or the suspect that foolishly left clues after the felony has been committed. It was approved for Capsule Corp to keep the machine because not only it was a successful company, but a trusting company as well.

After getting out a needle and a small petri dish, Bulma injected Misty with the needle in her arm, at that moment Misty knew what she was experiencing was all too real. It did hurt but Misty didn't cry, unlike Bulma's friend Goku who would scream and cry before the doctors struck him. When Bulma was out of memory lane again she used a swab to wipe Misty's blood and put it on the petri dish, after that Bulma wiped the blood with an alcohol swab and gave Misty a band aid. When Bulma was waiting for the results she and Misty got to know each other a little more.

Outside of the lab in the hallway

Goten was standing in the hallway, he knew Misty was in the right hands, but as for himself, he was doomed if Trunks finds out about her. All Goten was trying to do was help a girl, he's a hero, it's what he does and he thought she was delusional was all, and didn't find her crazy. What was crazy was him bringing Misty to the most successful company in the world, a girl he barely knew. The only girls' Trunks made an exception with to see in his house was his mother and sister Bulla, who was at the moment also asleep, and his grandma Mrs. Brief. Trunks wasn't a huge fan of girls and he became less of a fan due to not hearing from Mai since his future counterpart was in town, although he did felt her close by but it was like she was sneaking around because she didn't bother to say anything to him. Trunks didn't want to admit his possible true feelings for Mai even though it had been two months. Goten figures it wasn't that long ago, which was why Trunks was acting strange last night. It was all in Trunks' actions that say he didn't want to see any girl, sure he didn't cry but his attitude was more like his father's than usual.

Goten was in deep doo-doo, especially when heard a voice from behind him that he's too familiar with."Goten? What are you doing here so early?" Trunks yawned not in the mood to feel surprised. Goten's of quickly sneaking Misty out of the house before Trunks woke up easily faded away. Goten had horror struck to him and couldn't turn around.

I decided to put Bulla in the story because I know she's supposed to be older than Pan, as for the Super Saiyan God ritual it was seven Saiyans, I like the idea of Pan being a hero before she was born, also I want Videl to still have the golden hair like in DB super and maybe Bulla with it, despite that I want to see Pan as our first canon female Super Saiyan, even though this story takes place afterwards and just a fanfic, it's still a nice thought to think about also I'm aware I gave an invention that fits the DBZ world and then I put in something boring with the alcohol swabs instead of special healing contaminants, but remember Bulma doesn't own one of those Saiyan healing tanks, she's not the one who grows senzu beans, plus it would be a waste.

Review, especially if I got the genre wrong because how I thought about it came out differently and ideas keep forming in my brain, I still refuse to give up on this story even if it is the worst crossover in the world!

If you plan on reviewing or posting anything to someone please be careful with your wording and speak love, even if someone writes a story that makes your favorite character from the specific series is a bad guy in theirs or if your posting a comment on a video that seems boring try to understand it's a lot of work no matter what. If people are purposely are trying to be mean be the bigger person. Just report the person if they're being mean, but warn them first.

Please if you know who Misty's parents are and it's confirmed of everything such as if they are even alive or something like that let me know.