Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimatum ❯ Curiosity Killed the Genome ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Ultimanium 
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: 1.7K | Visits: 257 | Status: Completed
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: 1.7K | Visits: 257 | Status: Completed
Madison Grande Hotel
Day 3, 5:00 AM
Vegeta's alarm on his scouter went off.
Duo's alarm went off.
Vegeta opened an eye, jumped out of bed and slid on his battle armor.
Duo fell out of bed.
Vegeta swept up a brush, toothpaste, a shaver and a can of shaving cream into a bag.
Duo forgot his toothpaste.
Vegeta, bag in hand, backflipped to the door.
Duo, bag in hand, ran to the door and tripped on a shoe.
Vegeta shot down the hall with a blue aura trailing him.
Duo stumbled down the hall in a half-asleep stupor, with a trail of blue shaving cream behind him.
Vegeta burst into the bathroom and forced everyone out.
Duo burst into the bathroom and got forced out.
Vegeta spilt some gel onto his hair and shaped it.
Duo spilt some gel onto someone else accidently and got drilled in the face for it.
Vegeta conditioned his face.
Duo conditioned his bruises.
Vegeta returned to his room and laid down.
Duo walked downstreet to a clinic and laid down.
Gohan opened an eye and sat up in bed. "Vegeta...?"
"I'll have none of that, boy," Vegeta scowled. "Though you and that all-star father of yours may treat this change of vista as a vacation, I don't! If any of you feel the need to bother me, I'll be training on the roof!"
Vegeta hopped out the window and rose up to the roof.
Gohan was about to lay back down when he heard a loud thud outside the door. Someone fell down.
He quickly put on yesterday's clothes and and ran to the door. He opened it and hit Duo at the base of it.
"Ow! Watch it."
Gohan remembered him. The guy from outside. "Not a morning person?"
"Nah. I just gotta get to my Gundam, and I'll... .. GUNDAMS!!!!"
He sprung up and raced for the elevator. He leaped inside and started hammering the lobby button.
Gohan sweatdropped. "Ok then.." he said. "Whatever..."
Trunks stepped out of his room. "Hey, Gohan. What was that?"
"I don't know. Some guy out here just screamed 'Gundam', and got out of here."
Trunks shifted an eyebrow. "What's a Gundam? Isn't that a Honda model?"
"I don't know," Gohan breathed. "But whatever it is, I don't think we're going to see it for a while. Hondas have really crappy security options."
********
"I guess I can't say there's much here as far as security options are concerned."
Zidane threw the joystick forward. And back again. The other joystick went forward.
Deathscythe stepped forward. And stopped. And moved the other foot forward. Zidane had begun to get the schematics of the Deathscythe down, but it would be a while before he would be able to handle it without endangering hundreds of lives by the minute.
On the street beneath him, a semi attempted a powerslide to turn away from the towering Gundam, flipping over instead and bursting into flames. 6 sedans, all at once, approached the intersection and swerved around Deathscythe's feet to make it to the other end. 2 of them made it. Zidane, nearly 80 feet off the ground in the cockpit of the mobile suit, had no way of checking beneath himself.
Zidane fingers flitted around the control panel. A large, glowing yellow button caught his eye.
"Buttons!" He yelped. "Pressy, pressy..."
So he pressed it. The chest plate fell open. Zidane tumbled out, the same 80 feet above active traffic.
"Son of a bitch!!" Zidane yelled. He struggled to stay straight up. He latched onto a nearby phone line and swung off it. He flew across to the building opposite to him and grabbed onto a windowsill. He let go and landed on an awning, and climbed down to the sidewalk.
Zidane rubbed his hands together. "Well. That was fun. Now I suppose I'll..."
He looked around. Everyone crossing the street, everyone on the sidewalks, everyone in the buildings. They were coming down, across, toward him. Then he noticed the massive auto wreck at the feet of the Gundam.
Zidane went into a Davis-calibur sweatdrop. "....oh... hey.. ..I'll be leaving now."
Zidane turned and split, followed by a gigantic tidal wave of angry pedestrians.
********
Vegeta was getting awfully tired of shooting ki blasts at midair. On every cloud in the sky, he imprinted a mental image of Goku and launched a wave of ki blasts at them.
Vegeta stopped to breathe. He sat down on a nearby skyroof.
He clenched his fist and grit his teeth. "Urrgghhh!!! This place is so BORING!! I need a real partner or challenge! And as long as those lazy bums remain sleeping, I have no..."
He noticed something on the street. A massive mobile suit. Standing in the middle of an intersection.
He grimaced. He hovered for a second, then shot straight at the Gundam and landed a crippling punch to the Deathscythe's chest plate. The Gundam backed up 30-some feet and fell to the ground, totally destroying the road beneath it.
Vegeta remained still. No pilot.
"A false alarm!" Vegeta said, furious. He returned to the rooftop, blocking out the claps and cheers from the remaining citizens on the street.
********
Heero ran across the street. He jumped as a pickup screeched to a halt next to him.
"Hey, asshole! Watch where you're going!!" the driver screamed.
Heero shrugged off the insult and kept going. He entered Central Park and ascended a hill to find Wing Zero lying on its back in the middle of the clearing.
Keyvan : Funny how these things never fall forward.
Heero climbed up the Gundam and scanned the chest. Where is it, where is it...
Heero reached for a yellow button on the chest plate seam. He brought his fist down on it.
Cloud poked his head out and saw Heero staring him in the face. Seething.
"Heh... I can explain everything.... no, really..."
And he would've, if Heero didn't knock him out with the Buster Sword he found in the cockpit. He dragged him out of the mobile suit and left him next to the bench with the still unconscious Squall on it.
"There's no telling how much damage this ass could have done to the Wing Zero. I'd better find a safe place to repair it...."
The clearing was unusually empty.
"Where's the Deat... oh, no."
********
Davis' day started with opening one eye, as well. However, today it didn't have the mercy of being able to adjust to the daylight.
Davis squinted. "What the... Veemon! Are you STILL playing??"
Veemon turned, perky as ever. "Betcha don't know anyone who can beat FFIX in under 20 hours, do you?"
Davis changed his shirt and opened the door. The first thing he saw was the empty spare bedroom.
"Everybody's already up." He said. He glanced at his watch. It was only 7:56.
"Heeeeey? Guys? Anyone home?" Davis yelled.
Davis stood in the middle of the living room in his boxers. Not what he expected at Mimi's, but it freaked him out nonetheless.
Ultimanium spoke in a booming voice. For a while, anyways.
"Davi... "
Davis turned and sweatdropped.
"Hmmm... did I catch you at a bad time?"
"W-who are you?? And how did you get in here?!" Davis got into a fight stance.
"You need not worry. It is me, Ultimanium."
"You're Ultimanium? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?"
Ultimanium folded his arms. "I know plenty."
"Yeah, still! What do you want?"
Ultimanium approached Davis. "You are here for the fighting championship, correct?"
Davis was becoming less tense. "I think that's what it was called."
"Well," Ultimanium said. "I see you got here. And you managed to get your friends here. Excellent."
"What about my friends?"
"Well, I... "
Keyvan : Don't screw up... Don't screw up... keep the omniscient mood... c'mon....
"What?" Davis was beginning to look lost.
"Let's get down to the point, Davis. You are here. You and your friends will participate in the fighting championship. That's what you are here for." Ultimanium walked to the window.
"Huh?"
"Out there, in the city of New York, 3 other groups have been summoned to do battle. These groups, including yours, will gather this Sunday in Central Park to conduct the final conflict."
"Huh??"
Ultimanium turned back to Davis and walked up to him. "But each team can get an edge. I have arranged a mission for each team. If they can finish their task, then they will be granted a new power to aid them in the fight. They will be able to keep this power if they win."
"I'm guessing we're one of the teams."
"Correct. This information will be shared with each team over time. I come here today to announce your task. Unlike some other tests I have planned, this task will concentrate more on the efforts of the individual."
Veemon walked out into the living room and noticed Ultimanium. "Davis?? Who's..."
"I'll explain later," Davis exclaimed. "Ok then, Ultimanium! What's my task?"
"I have examined your adventures over the past year. And throughout the entire crusade, I have noticed one topic expressed over and over again by you. It gnaws at your very existence. If the worry of it were eliminated, the digidestined would become invincible."
Davis was thrown off. Uh oh.
"Davis," Ultimanium announced. "I want you to eliminate every single love triangle within the digidestined present in New York with you."
Davis was dumbfounded. "No fricking way! That's not my topic! I have practically no influence in that!! I have no experience!!!!"
Ultimanium smirked. "Trust me, Davis, you would be surprised how much useful knowledge you could expel if you had the courage to. I mean, isn't the digi-egg of courage supposed to signify that?"
He winked at Veemon.
Veemon didn't notice. He was laughing too hard.
Davis kicked him across the room.
"Are you sure nothing will make you do it?" Ultimanium asked.
Davis sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Ultimanium nodded. "Okay, then. I'll give you 48 hours to match everyone up. If any mixed feelings still exist at the end of that time... no reward. Understood?"
Davis was totally defeated. "Ugghh... yes."
"I'll see you." With that, he disappeared into thin air.
Veemon got up from behind the coffee table. "Sorry. So, now what?"
Davis frowned. "We're dead."
Day 3, 5:00 AM
Vegeta's alarm on his scouter went off.
Duo's alarm went off.
Vegeta opened an eye, jumped out of bed and slid on his battle armor.
Duo fell out of bed.
Vegeta swept up a brush, toothpaste, a shaver and a can of shaving cream into a bag.
Duo forgot his toothpaste.
Vegeta, bag in hand, backflipped to the door.
Duo, bag in hand, ran to the door and tripped on a shoe.
Vegeta shot down the hall with a blue aura trailing him.
Duo stumbled down the hall in a half-asleep stupor, with a trail of blue shaving cream behind him.
Vegeta burst into the bathroom and forced everyone out.
Duo burst into the bathroom and got forced out.
Vegeta spilt some gel onto his hair and shaped it.
Duo spilt some gel onto someone else accidently and got drilled in the face for it.
Vegeta conditioned his face.
Duo conditioned his bruises.
Vegeta returned to his room and laid down.
Duo walked downstreet to a clinic and laid down.
Gohan opened an eye and sat up in bed. "Vegeta...?"
"I'll have none of that, boy," Vegeta scowled. "Though you and that all-star father of yours may treat this change of vista as a vacation, I don't! If any of you feel the need to bother me, I'll be training on the roof!"
Vegeta hopped out the window and rose up to the roof.
Gohan was about to lay back down when he heard a loud thud outside the door. Someone fell down.
He quickly put on yesterday's clothes and and ran to the door. He opened it and hit Duo at the base of it.
"Ow! Watch it."
Gohan remembered him. The guy from outside. "Not a morning person?"
"Nah. I just gotta get to my Gundam, and I'll... .. GUNDAMS!!!!"
He sprung up and raced for the elevator. He leaped inside and started hammering the lobby button.
Gohan sweatdropped. "Ok then.." he said. "Whatever..."
Trunks stepped out of his room. "Hey, Gohan. What was that?"
"I don't know. Some guy out here just screamed 'Gundam', and got out of here."
Trunks shifted an eyebrow. "What's a Gundam? Isn't that a Honda model?"
"I don't know," Gohan breathed. "But whatever it is, I don't think we're going to see it for a while. Hondas have really crappy security options."
********
"I guess I can't say there's much here as far as security options are concerned."
Zidane threw the joystick forward. And back again. The other joystick went forward.
Deathscythe stepped forward. And stopped. And moved the other foot forward. Zidane had begun to get the schematics of the Deathscythe down, but it would be a while before he would be able to handle it without endangering hundreds of lives by the minute.
On the street beneath him, a semi attempted a powerslide to turn away from the towering Gundam, flipping over instead and bursting into flames. 6 sedans, all at once, approached the intersection and swerved around Deathscythe's feet to make it to the other end. 2 of them made it. Zidane, nearly 80 feet off the ground in the cockpit of the mobile suit, had no way of checking beneath himself.
Zidane fingers flitted around the control panel. A large, glowing yellow button caught his eye.
"Buttons!" He yelped. "Pressy, pressy..."
So he pressed it. The chest plate fell open. Zidane tumbled out, the same 80 feet above active traffic.
"Son of a bitch!!" Zidane yelled. He struggled to stay straight up. He latched onto a nearby phone line and swung off it. He flew across to the building opposite to him and grabbed onto a windowsill. He let go and landed on an awning, and climbed down to the sidewalk.
Zidane rubbed his hands together. "Well. That was fun. Now I suppose I'll..."
He looked around. Everyone crossing the street, everyone on the sidewalks, everyone in the buildings. They were coming down, across, toward him. Then he noticed the massive auto wreck at the feet of the Gundam.
Zidane went into a Davis-calibur sweatdrop. "....oh... hey.. ..I'll be leaving now."
Zidane turned and split, followed by a gigantic tidal wave of angry pedestrians.
********
Vegeta was getting awfully tired of shooting ki blasts at midair. On every cloud in the sky, he imprinted a mental image of Goku and launched a wave of ki blasts at them.
Vegeta stopped to breathe. He sat down on a nearby skyroof.
He clenched his fist and grit his teeth. "Urrgghhh!!! This place is so BORING!! I need a real partner or challenge! And as long as those lazy bums remain sleeping, I have no..."
He noticed something on the street. A massive mobile suit. Standing in the middle of an intersection.
He grimaced. He hovered for a second, then shot straight at the Gundam and landed a crippling punch to the Deathscythe's chest plate. The Gundam backed up 30-some feet and fell to the ground, totally destroying the road beneath it.
Vegeta remained still. No pilot.
"A false alarm!" Vegeta said, furious. He returned to the rooftop, blocking out the claps and cheers from the remaining citizens on the street.
********
Heero ran across the street. He jumped as a pickup screeched to a halt next to him.
"Hey, asshole! Watch where you're going!!" the driver screamed.
Heero shrugged off the insult and kept going. He entered Central Park and ascended a hill to find Wing Zero lying on its back in the middle of the clearing.
Keyvan : Funny how these things never fall forward.
Heero climbed up the Gundam and scanned the chest. Where is it, where is it...
Heero reached for a yellow button on the chest plate seam. He brought his fist down on it.
Cloud poked his head out and saw Heero staring him in the face. Seething.
"Heh... I can explain everything.... no, really..."
And he would've, if Heero didn't knock him out with the Buster Sword he found in the cockpit. He dragged him out of the mobile suit and left him next to the bench with the still unconscious Squall on it.
"There's no telling how much damage this ass could have done to the Wing Zero. I'd better find a safe place to repair it...."
The clearing was unusually empty.
"Where's the Deat... oh, no."
********
Davis' day started with opening one eye, as well. However, today it didn't have the mercy of being able to adjust to the daylight.
Davis squinted. "What the... Veemon! Are you STILL playing??"
Veemon turned, perky as ever. "Betcha don't know anyone who can beat FFIX in under 20 hours, do you?"
Davis changed his shirt and opened the door. The first thing he saw was the empty spare bedroom.
"Everybody's already up." He said. He glanced at his watch. It was only 7:56.
"Heeeeey? Guys? Anyone home?" Davis yelled.
Davis stood in the middle of the living room in his boxers. Not what he expected at Mimi's, but it freaked him out nonetheless.
Ultimanium spoke in a booming voice. For a while, anyways.
"Davi... "
Davis turned and sweatdropped.
"Hmmm... did I catch you at a bad time?"
"W-who are you?? And how did you get in here?!" Davis got into a fight stance.
"You need not worry. It is me, Ultimanium."
"You're Ultimanium? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?"
Ultimanium folded his arms. "I know plenty."
"Yeah, still! What do you want?"
Ultimanium approached Davis. "You are here for the fighting championship, correct?"
Davis was becoming less tense. "I think that's what it was called."
"Well," Ultimanium said. "I see you got here. And you managed to get your friends here. Excellent."
"What about my friends?"
"Well, I... "
Keyvan : Don't screw up... Don't screw up... keep the omniscient mood... c'mon....
"What?" Davis was beginning to look lost.
"Let's get down to the point, Davis. You are here. You and your friends will participate in the fighting championship. That's what you are here for." Ultimanium walked to the window.
"Huh?"
"Out there, in the city of New York, 3 other groups have been summoned to do battle. These groups, including yours, will gather this Sunday in Central Park to conduct the final conflict."
"Huh??"
Ultimanium turned back to Davis and walked up to him. "But each team can get an edge. I have arranged a mission for each team. If they can finish their task, then they will be granted a new power to aid them in the fight. They will be able to keep this power if they win."
"I'm guessing we're one of the teams."
"Correct. This information will be shared with each team over time. I come here today to announce your task. Unlike some other tests I have planned, this task will concentrate more on the efforts of the individual."
Veemon walked out into the living room and noticed Ultimanium. "Davis?? Who's..."
"I'll explain later," Davis exclaimed. "Ok then, Ultimanium! What's my task?"
"I have examined your adventures over the past year. And throughout the entire crusade, I have noticed one topic expressed over and over again by you. It gnaws at your very existence. If the worry of it were eliminated, the digidestined would become invincible."
Davis was thrown off. Uh oh.
"Davis," Ultimanium announced. "I want you to eliminate every single love triangle within the digidestined present in New York with you."
Davis was dumbfounded. "No fricking way! That's not my topic! I have practically no influence in that!! I have no experience!!!!"
Ultimanium smirked. "Trust me, Davis, you would be surprised how much useful knowledge you could expel if you had the courage to. I mean, isn't the digi-egg of courage supposed to signify that?"
He winked at Veemon.
Veemon didn't notice. He was laughing too hard.
Davis kicked him across the room.
"Are you sure nothing will make you do it?" Ultimanium asked.
Davis sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Ultimanium nodded. "Okay, then. I'll give you 48 hours to match everyone up. If any mixed feelings still exist at the end of that time... no reward. Understood?"
Davis was totally defeated. "Ugghh... yes."
"I'll see you." With that, he disappeared into thin air.
Veemon got up from behind the coffee table. "Sorry. So, now what?"
Davis frowned. "We're dead."