Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimatum ❯ The Starting Lineup ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Ultimanium 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.12.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
New York, Various Locales
Day 2, 6:00 AM
Davis' head shot up and hit the top of the window, sending him reeling forward in his seat. Davis' pain was accompanied
by the customary wail of agony.
"Yaaaii..."
He bit his lip. Most of the passangers on this side of the plane were giving him an evil look. His friends, on the other
hand, minded their own business. They knew too well what a noise that high pitched meant and had learned to ignore it.
An announcement over the intercom - "Sorry about that turbulence there, folks... enjoy the rest of your flight."
Davis regained himself and turned to see Veemon in the seat next to him swelling as to contain a spasm of laughter.
"...ugh.... you can shut up now." Davis groaned. He bowed forward rather than resting his head on the windowsill.
I might be stupid once, but not enough for a second round, he thought.
"Hey, Davis! Wake up!" Veemon cried as he sent a backhand across Davis' face, sending him reeling again, this time
hard enough to knock him out of his trance.
"Veemon. What are you doing here?" Davis whispered as he rubbed the scratch on his face. "Through all the pep speeches
you give, you think I could just tough it out myself for once?"
"No problem's too repetitive to solve for my friend Davis!!" Veemon wailed. With those words, he gave Davis a crushing
bear hug.
Davis sweatdropped. His vision danced around the compartment, various people giving him extremely disgusted looks.
Davis pushed Veemon away. "Stop it, Veemon. People are getting ideas."
Veemon climbed back into his seat and redid the seatbelt. "Oh, it looks like another Kari incident, doesn't it?"
Davis sat up in his chair, to see his digidestined friends in the seats across the compartment from them. Not all of them
had come on the trip, just enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Tai, Sora, Ken, TK and the ever-so-lovely Kari took
up the coach class seats on the starboard of the plane, and Davis had decided to move away to some empty seats to get
away from TK.
Davis drooped again. "Damn it, TK."
TK had begun putting moves on Kari just as Davis changed his view over to that area.
"If you've read one fanfic, you've read 'em all." Veemon sighed.
"What do you mean?" Davis questioned.
"Nothing." Veemon said.
Davis leaned to the window. But, he thought, this time'll be different. Once I show my awesome power by beating down
this "Ultimanium", these guys will really see who wears the pants in this group! For you, Kari.
And with another jolt from the surrounding aerospace, Davis smashed his head on the top of the window.
"Aiiiee.."
********
The Capsule Corp. Med Airship waited in the hangar of the North City airport. Within all of 3 minutes, the hangar gate
raised and the airship started humming, its props circling violently. It began to roll out to the runway.
Goku made his way out to the runway, carrying a gigantic hockey bag on his pinky. Trailing him were Gohan, Trunks, Vegeta
and Krillin.
"Someone mind telling me when Goku got new clothes?" Trunks said, with an amused look on his face.
Gohan rolled his eyes and continued walking. Goku was a changed man when he returned to Earth, more apparant now than ever.
He, for once, had his outfit packed with the remainder of his clothes (2 shirts and a tie), filling the rest of the bag
with bricks to give the appearance of a full pack. He twirled it on his pinky, with travelling businessmen and families
watching in awe.
Vegeta sped up. "Alright, Kakarot, I want to know what is going on here, and I want to know now! You pride yourself in
showing your supposed power in public more than anyone I have ever seen! Do you stop this madness, or do you want someone
to show you REAL power!?"
Goku kept moving. "C'mon, Vegeta.. calm down. It's just that with all the coverage from the Cell Games, It's up to me to
maintain the celebrity image I've created for myself."
Trunks stopped. "Goku," he asked, "the Cell Games don't start for 2 weeks. What are you talking about?"
Goku turned, and with a demeanourous voice, said... "Advertisements."
Krillin sighed. "I was wondering how we paid for this trip."
Gohan frowned. "I'm the one who kills Cell. I don't know why you're the one getting flocked with girls."
Krillin shifted his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
Gohan dug in his bag, pulled out a duotang and tossed it at Krillin.
Krillin examined the cover. "DBZ Episode 190 - Stage Script... hey!..."
Trunks pointed out to the runway. "Hey guys, here's our ride..."
While everybody fitted themselves in their seats, Vegeta positioned himself at the back of the craft, arms folded in his
signature you-guys-all-suck-and-i'll-beat-you-all-with-my-arms-tied-behind-my-back-an d-I'm-pissed-off-about-it stance.
Ultimanium? Ha! Don't make me laugh... I'll beat you and become the Prince of Saiyans once and for all!
********
Meanwhile, a plain a short distance outside of New York was torn to shreds by a humungous flying behemoth. Massive boosters
on the feet of the humanoid mech sent it hurtling through the air a short distance off the ground, tearing up all beneath
it. After a short jaunt, the mech righted itself and stood straight off the ground. The mech's grey and white plating
shined in the afternoon sun, as distraught farmers beat the feet of the mech with pitchforks.
Duo held silent for a second. The mobile suit turned and Duo checked behind him. Nobody there.
"No... breathe... don't get paranoid." he murmured.
He looked around his control panels. He drummed his fingers on a metal plate inside the cockpit as he checked various
readings on the panels above him.
"Okay. You're set. Keep going."
The suit skipped several more plots of land before stopping again.
"Maaan... if anyone figures out the Deathscythe is missing, let alone operational, my ass will be in a sling..." Duo
breathed.
Duo was ready to head forward again when readings on the radar went off the charts.
"Shi...!"
An even larger mobile suit dropped out of the sky in front of him. This one was much different than Deathscythe -
It beared many different colours, rather than the monochrome design of the Deathscythe. A massive green jewel embraced
its chest.
"What the..." Duo gulped. "Wing Zero...! I'd better hail it... figure out who's piloting it.."
"Hey, Duo."
Duo froze, then began to break into a mile-wide grin. "Heeeey! Heero!"
"Er... Duo, you do realize the Gundams are property of the Colonies?"
"Shut up, Heero. These transmissions are easily interceptable."
"I suppose... where are you headed? Ultimanium's place, I presume?"
Duo was dumbfounded. "Hey, you're supposed to report me."
Heero shrugged. "Nah. Where'd you think I got mine? You're headed to fight Ultimanium? The Gundams need a new test,
I suppose. I'd be happy to accompany you."
Duo smirked. "C'mon, then."
With that, the two Gundams rocketed toward the city of New York.
Duo slumped back. Ultimanium. I've got a really nasty feeling about this... geez, Duo, stop worrying! It's not like
this guy's got his own private army or something. Hah, he's hamburger.
********
A small apartment building rose above the horizon. Along with several other apartments at its base, and the corresponding
slums surrounding it, the complex helped make up the lower-middle class residential zone of the city. Although the 20th
floor of the apartment and up had a skyline view of the local Lincoln Center Theatre, no one made notice of the mountain
of debris that stood where it once did.
About the only room that was noticably different than the others was one on the 22nd floor. Room 2204 shined above all
the others in that it was about the only one in the room in a mile radius in working order. The tenants made the effort
of tuning it up to make it last.
In the room lived 3 men: 3 men with one purpose in mind. Get away from their girls, or die trying. To this extent, they
didn't have an address. They didn't have a phone. They transmitted messages between their hallmates via carrier pigeons.
They would often wear different colored wigs when grocery shopping. Well, two of them, anyways.
"... you have to be kidding me."
"God, Squall...just wear the thing. If we get caught by our babes or yours, we'll be interrogated anyways." Cloud demanded.
Zidane, off in the background, slipped on a red curly wig. "It's just another shift. As soon as we grab some fruit and some
cereal, BANG! we're out of there. If anyone notices us, it'll be our afterimages they'll see."
In classic Squall style, he turned to the right. "No."
Squall, Cloud, and Zidane shared increasingly large bouts of paranoia, though not generally in that order. Through each of
their adventures, they encountered groupies. One each eventually turned into their supposed lovers - Tifa Lockheart,
Rinoa Heartilly and the woman referred to only within the group as "Garnet" each would lock on to any guy out of the group
and drag them kicking and screaming back to the family job where they belonged. Zidane's case was the worst -
he was actually married to Garnet, and him being caught would mean Squall and Cloud would never see him again.
Zidane threw up his hands in disgust, and collapsed onto the couch. "Weeelll.... we're gonna be here for a while. Toss me
one."
Cloud got beers for everyone. They all fell into seperate chairs in front of the TV.
Squall popped open his and sipped from it.
Cloud popped open his and took a swig from it.
Zidane popped open his and chugged from it.
Zidane threw his empty can at Squall. "God damn it, Squall, get off your feminine side already!" he yelled. "You were so
hardcore before you took that SeeD mission and met that frigging Rinoa. Why couldn't you just sign up for leave like you
normally did?!"
Cloud finished his beer and tossed it over his shoulder. "You know what our friend here needs? The Shinra treatment.
Maybe if we send him on another hardcore commando mission WITHOUT any hot chicks in sight, he'll get his priorities
straight!"
Cloud reached into the garbage bin beside him and pulled out a crumpled flyer. "Like this Ultimanium terrorist. I hear
it was him that blew the Lincoln Center Theatre to shit, and I got this flyer in the mail inviting me to fight him!"
He looked over to Squall. "Let's take Miss Squall with us."
Squall began to argue, at least until the flat side of his gunblade landed on top of his head and knocked him out.
Zidane tossed the hybrid sword onto the couch next to him.
"Thanks, Zidane." Cloud sighed.
Cloud and Zidane both began dragging the unconscious Squall out of the residence. On their way out, Cloud sheathed his
Buster Sword on his back and Zidane grabbed the Ultima Weapon off of a wall rack.
Zidane continued forward, along with Squall. Ultimanium? He can't be that tough. I've beat Necron's ass, so mortal issues
should be pie for us. I'm coming, asshole. You've been warned.
Day 2, 6:00 AM
Davis' head shot up and hit the top of the window, sending him reeling forward in his seat. Davis' pain was accompanied
by the customary wail of agony.
"Yaaaii..."
He bit his lip. Most of the passangers on this side of the plane were giving him an evil look. His friends, on the other
hand, minded their own business. They knew too well what a noise that high pitched meant and had learned to ignore it.
An announcement over the intercom - "Sorry about that turbulence there, folks... enjoy the rest of your flight."
Davis regained himself and turned to see Veemon in the seat next to him swelling as to contain a spasm of laughter.
"...ugh.... you can shut up now." Davis groaned. He bowed forward rather than resting his head on the windowsill.
I might be stupid once, but not enough for a second round, he thought.
"Hey, Davis! Wake up!" Veemon cried as he sent a backhand across Davis' face, sending him reeling again, this time
hard enough to knock him out of his trance.
"Veemon. What are you doing here?" Davis whispered as he rubbed the scratch on his face. "Through all the pep speeches
you give, you think I could just tough it out myself for once?"
"No problem's too repetitive to solve for my friend Davis!!" Veemon wailed. With those words, he gave Davis a crushing
bear hug.
Davis sweatdropped. His vision danced around the compartment, various people giving him extremely disgusted looks.
Davis pushed Veemon away. "Stop it, Veemon. People are getting ideas."
Veemon climbed back into his seat and redid the seatbelt. "Oh, it looks like another Kari incident, doesn't it?"
Davis sat up in his chair, to see his digidestined friends in the seats across the compartment from them. Not all of them
had come on the trip, just enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Tai, Sora, Ken, TK and the ever-so-lovely Kari took
up the coach class seats on the starboard of the plane, and Davis had decided to move away to some empty seats to get
away from TK.
Davis drooped again. "Damn it, TK."
TK had begun putting moves on Kari just as Davis changed his view over to that area.
"If you've read one fanfic, you've read 'em all." Veemon sighed.
"What do you mean?" Davis questioned.
"Nothing." Veemon said.
Davis leaned to the window. But, he thought, this time'll be different. Once I show my awesome power by beating down
this "Ultimanium", these guys will really see who wears the pants in this group! For you, Kari.
And with another jolt from the surrounding aerospace, Davis smashed his head on the top of the window.
"Aiiiee.."
********
The Capsule Corp. Med Airship waited in the hangar of the North City airport. Within all of 3 minutes, the hangar gate
raised and the airship started humming, its props circling violently. It began to roll out to the runway.
Goku made his way out to the runway, carrying a gigantic hockey bag on his pinky. Trailing him were Gohan, Trunks, Vegeta
and Krillin.
"Someone mind telling me when Goku got new clothes?" Trunks said, with an amused look on his face.
Gohan rolled his eyes and continued walking. Goku was a changed man when he returned to Earth, more apparant now than ever.
He, for once, had his outfit packed with the remainder of his clothes (2 shirts and a tie), filling the rest of the bag
with bricks to give the appearance of a full pack. He twirled it on his pinky, with travelling businessmen and families
watching in awe.
Vegeta sped up. "Alright, Kakarot, I want to know what is going on here, and I want to know now! You pride yourself in
showing your supposed power in public more than anyone I have ever seen! Do you stop this madness, or do you want someone
to show you REAL power!?"
Goku kept moving. "C'mon, Vegeta.. calm down. It's just that with all the coverage from the Cell Games, It's up to me to
maintain the celebrity image I've created for myself."
Trunks stopped. "Goku," he asked, "the Cell Games don't start for 2 weeks. What are you talking about?"
Goku turned, and with a demeanourous voice, said... "Advertisements."
Krillin sighed. "I was wondering how we paid for this trip."
Gohan frowned. "I'm the one who kills Cell. I don't know why you're the one getting flocked with girls."
Krillin shifted his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
Gohan dug in his bag, pulled out a duotang and tossed it at Krillin.
Krillin examined the cover. "DBZ Episode 190 - Stage Script... hey!..."
Trunks pointed out to the runway. "Hey guys, here's our ride..."
While everybody fitted themselves in their seats, Vegeta positioned himself at the back of the craft, arms folded in his
signature you-guys-all-suck-and-i'll-beat-you-all-with-my-arms-tied-behind-my-back-an d-I'm-pissed-off-about-it stance.
Ultimanium? Ha! Don't make me laugh... I'll beat you and become the Prince of Saiyans once and for all!
********
Meanwhile, a plain a short distance outside of New York was torn to shreds by a humungous flying behemoth. Massive boosters
on the feet of the humanoid mech sent it hurtling through the air a short distance off the ground, tearing up all beneath
it. After a short jaunt, the mech righted itself and stood straight off the ground. The mech's grey and white plating
shined in the afternoon sun, as distraught farmers beat the feet of the mech with pitchforks.
Duo held silent for a second. The mobile suit turned and Duo checked behind him. Nobody there.
"No... breathe... don't get paranoid." he murmured.
He looked around his control panels. He drummed his fingers on a metal plate inside the cockpit as he checked various
readings on the panels above him.
"Okay. You're set. Keep going."
The suit skipped several more plots of land before stopping again.
"Maaan... if anyone figures out the Deathscythe is missing, let alone operational, my ass will be in a sling..." Duo
breathed.
Duo was ready to head forward again when readings on the radar went off the charts.
"Shi...!"
An even larger mobile suit dropped out of the sky in front of him. This one was much different than Deathscythe -
It beared many different colours, rather than the monochrome design of the Deathscythe. A massive green jewel embraced
its chest.
"What the..." Duo gulped. "Wing Zero...! I'd better hail it... figure out who's piloting it.."
"Hey, Duo."
Duo froze, then began to break into a mile-wide grin. "Heeeey! Heero!"
"Er... Duo, you do realize the Gundams are property of the Colonies?"
"Shut up, Heero. These transmissions are easily interceptable."
"I suppose... where are you headed? Ultimanium's place, I presume?"
Duo was dumbfounded. "Hey, you're supposed to report me."
Heero shrugged. "Nah. Where'd you think I got mine? You're headed to fight Ultimanium? The Gundams need a new test,
I suppose. I'd be happy to accompany you."
Duo smirked. "C'mon, then."
With that, the two Gundams rocketed toward the city of New York.
Duo slumped back. Ultimanium. I've got a really nasty feeling about this... geez, Duo, stop worrying! It's not like
this guy's got his own private army or something. Hah, he's hamburger.
********
A small apartment building rose above the horizon. Along with several other apartments at its base, and the corresponding
slums surrounding it, the complex helped make up the lower-middle class residential zone of the city. Although the 20th
floor of the apartment and up had a skyline view of the local Lincoln Center Theatre, no one made notice of the mountain
of debris that stood where it once did.
About the only room that was noticably different than the others was one on the 22nd floor. Room 2204 shined above all
the others in that it was about the only one in the room in a mile radius in working order. The tenants made the effort
of tuning it up to make it last.
In the room lived 3 men: 3 men with one purpose in mind. Get away from their girls, or die trying. To this extent, they
didn't have an address. They didn't have a phone. They transmitted messages between their hallmates via carrier pigeons.
They would often wear different colored wigs when grocery shopping. Well, two of them, anyways.
"... you have to be kidding me."
"God, Squall...just wear the thing. If we get caught by our babes or yours, we'll be interrogated anyways." Cloud demanded.
Zidane, off in the background, slipped on a red curly wig. "It's just another shift. As soon as we grab some fruit and some
cereal, BANG! we're out of there. If anyone notices us, it'll be our afterimages they'll see."
In classic Squall style, he turned to the right. "No."
Squall, Cloud, and Zidane shared increasingly large bouts of paranoia, though not generally in that order. Through each of
their adventures, they encountered groupies. One each eventually turned into their supposed lovers - Tifa Lockheart,
Rinoa Heartilly and the woman referred to only within the group as "Garnet" each would lock on to any guy out of the group
and drag them kicking and screaming back to the family job where they belonged. Zidane's case was the worst -
he was actually married to Garnet, and him being caught would mean Squall and Cloud would never see him again.
Zidane threw up his hands in disgust, and collapsed onto the couch. "Weeelll.... we're gonna be here for a while. Toss me
one."
Cloud got beers for everyone. They all fell into seperate chairs in front of the TV.
Squall popped open his and sipped from it.
Cloud popped open his and took a swig from it.
Zidane popped open his and chugged from it.
Zidane threw his empty can at Squall. "God damn it, Squall, get off your feminine side already!" he yelled. "You were so
hardcore before you took that SeeD mission and met that frigging Rinoa. Why couldn't you just sign up for leave like you
normally did?!"
Cloud finished his beer and tossed it over his shoulder. "You know what our friend here needs? The Shinra treatment.
Maybe if we send him on another hardcore commando mission WITHOUT any hot chicks in sight, he'll get his priorities
straight!"
Cloud reached into the garbage bin beside him and pulled out a crumpled flyer. "Like this Ultimanium terrorist. I hear
it was him that blew the Lincoln Center Theatre to shit, and I got this flyer in the mail inviting me to fight him!"
He looked over to Squall. "Let's take Miss Squall with us."
Squall began to argue, at least until the flat side of his gunblade landed on top of his head and knocked him out.
Zidane tossed the hybrid sword onto the couch next to him.
"Thanks, Zidane." Cloud sighed.
Cloud and Zidane both began dragging the unconscious Squall out of the residence. On their way out, Cloud sheathed his
Buster Sword on his back and Zidane grabbed the Ultima Weapon off of a wall rack.
Zidane continued forward, along with Squall. Ultimanium? He can't be that tough. I've beat Necron's ass, so mortal issues
should be pie for us. I'm coming, asshole. You've been warned.