Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimatum ❯ Crowd Control ( Chapter 8 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
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: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 288 | 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: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Krillin and Gohan had broken off from the group at this point. While Goku and Trunks examined new wardrobes and Vegeta sat outside and gave people evil looks when they walked by, Gohan had the first time in what seemed like ages to look through the department store's electronics department and check out some new video games. Krillin, just plain bored, followed.
"....Sony...? Playstation? When did they buy out planet Earth?" Gohan asked.
Krillin looked around the shelf. He put the copy of Unreal Tournament back on the rack and walked around to Gohan's position. "Alright, so it's been a while since we actually took time to look through a city without having it explode, but that's ridiculous."
"No, really. Sony makes these. I think."
Krillin looked around. He was lost. "Where'd all the Super NES' go?"
"Forget it," Gohan sighed as he dropped the Playstation box back in the bin. "We're just lost, technologically concerned. We'll never catch up now."
Krillin looked over Gohan's shoulder. "You'd better move. I think someone wants to move their cart through."
Gohan stepped to the side. As the cart rolled forward, he looked at its pilot.
"Hello, Gohan."
"Huh? Who are you? How do you know me?" Gohan yelped.
In the cart lied a used Dreamcast. The person hanging on to it was Ultimanium.
"Gohan? I've been waiting for your group to get here."
"The kid asked you a question!" Krillin growled. "Who are you?"
Ultimanium turned to Krillin, eyes glowing red. "Shut up, baldy, before I use those dots as targets."
That made Krillin back off. "..er..."
"Alright then, Gohan. You and your friends have been summoned here for the fighting tournament."
*Ultimanium gives the usual discussion*
"But we knew we were fighting already," Gohan said. "Or, at least that was the only motive that could drag Vegeta along."
Ultimanium faced forward again, eyeing a copy of Power Stone on the wall. "Ah, yes.... Vegeta.. a true Saiyan warrior..."
"Man, Vegeta would kill to be here..." Krillin whispered to Gohan.
"Unlike that karate-bum father of yours."
Gohan was seething. "W-why you...!"
"Yeah, that pisses you off. I know. But Goku is just so concerned with his social life, he has time only to become semi-super powerful. A real Saiyan warrior prides his combat over all his mental luxuries. Your father is a warrior, yes, but a sub-par one at best. I wouldn't be suprised if he didn't last through the Cell Games."
"Don't be so sure." Krillin said.
Ultimanium pulled a rolled up red duotang out of his pocket and handed it to Krillin.
"DBZ Episode 191 - Stage Script... What the hell?! Where are you guys getting all these?"
Ultimanium shrugged.
"Regardless of what Vegeta thinks of himself, he has broken his mortal power limit. I, along with you guys, really think he should be developing his human relations. Which is why I am here to present your challenge. Meet my demands, and I shall grant you power beyond belief."
Krillin and Gohan grinned.
"Throw whatever you can at us, Ultimanium," Gohan demanded. "Falling meteors, giant monsters, tsunamis, alien invasions, whatever. We can TAKE THEM ALL! No challenge is too great for the Z team!"
Gohan stood valiantly. "Give us our challenge."
Ultimanium smirked. "Make Vegeta smile."
And that's when the dreams of the Z team crashed down around them.
"W-wh-what?!" Krillin gasped.
"A Herleculan task, indeed," Ultimanium said. "but I trust you've gotten to know him enough since your return to Earth from Namek to make a difference. You have until midnight tomorrow. If Vegeta smiles once, as in an all-out grin, then I shall grant you some of my power. I wish I could talk longer, but I have some concessions to make. See you around." And with that, Ultimanium vanished.
Both heroes shook their heads. "You have got to be kidding." Gohan groaned.
********
Davis and Veemon plowed straight down the sidewalk, throwing people out of their way.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Move it!"
"What was that about?"
Davis turned his head. "Where is he staying?"
Veemon held up the business card. Kari had received it along with her autograph, but when she got to Mimi's she had accidently dropped it out of her notepad.
"Madison Grande Hotel!" Veemon wailed. "I can't make out the address though - forty-something and some other stuff!"
Davis stopped a passing family. "Hey! Hello... could you tell me where the Madison Grande Hotel is?"
"I think it's 43rd 85th." the father said.
"Right by Madison Square Garden... okay, thanks!" Davis yelled. He turned and started running again alongside Veemon, this time faster than before.
"We can only hope Ultimanium doesn't have very good transportation!" Veemon winced.
Some yelling and screaming behind them. A black figure shot forward, about 40 feet off the ground. It screamed down the street ahead of Davis.
"Ultimanium!! Urrgghh... There's no way we're going to catch up to him like this! Veemon! Are you ready?"
Veemon jumped to a skid-halt. "When you are."
Davis brought his D3 up. "Digi-armor... Energize!!"
********
Zidane rounded another corner. As physically fit as he was, he couldn't maintain a full out sprint for over 5 hours, and he began to lose breath.
"I... huff.. have to.... get out of here..."
He turned into a back alley to rest. However, judging from the volume of the people behind him, many of them would have seen him turn. He stood up and starting jogging again.
A dead end.
"Figures."
The mob began walking toward him.
"People like you piss me off!! Sure, I caused a traffic jam... threw around 30 peoples'
lives into danger... tore a power line.... wrecked a semi and a couple sedans..vanalized a giant mech-type-walking-robot-thingy, but, still....!" Zidane was beat.
"Piss off, or I Trance!!" He screamed.
Apparently no one knew what a Trance was, or what the written definition of the word 'trance' was. Or what religions a trance is a symptom of. Or have ever gotten a really bad hangover, which is similar to a trance in some ways. Or have gotten really mad, come to think of it.
Squall pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Alright, you poo-po... dumbass! What was your and Cloud's little plan here?"
"We didn't want to share our giant robots with you."
The mob approached Zidane again.
"Oh, man! This sucks ass!" Zidane whimpered. And he began to get really sad and fearing for his life and stuff. Another symptom of trance, by the way.
There was a blinding flash. Everybody turned to Zidane.
He had turned a bright white. His hair shined pink. And small bolts of electricity coursed at his feet. "I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!"
Squall made his way out of the crowd and started running down the street.
"SOLUTION 9!"
Vegeta and Trunks walked out of the store only to get knocked down by a massive shockwave.
"What in blazes...?" Vegeta scowled as he got up and brushed himself off.
Zidane sat with his fist against the ground in the alley across the street from them. Torsos of the mob lied in a bloody mess, plugging the alley. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I GET A CHANGE OF HEART!!!!"
********
The Chrysler Building shook slightly.
Wing Zero fired its thrusters and got better footing on the scaffolding.
"What were you saying about Relena? Something about a bloody corpse?" Duo asked.
"..."
"What?"
"Something bad's going on down there. We have to do something about it."
"Heero," Duo sighed. "As long as we're up here, the Gundams are useless. Just take the time to relax."
Heero shifted uneasily in his seat. "Yes, but, still..."
********
Raidramon tore down the middle of the street, diving out of the way of cars as they attempted to swerve around the marauding digimon. Davis grasped onto the lightning bolt protruding from the creature's forehead. His hand began to slip and he fought to regain a grip. Normally Davis would tell him to slow down, but there was no time for that. They had to find Ultimanium, and they had to find him now.
Raidramon leaped and came to an instant halt. He threw Davis over his face, still hanging on to the lightning ornament, and smashed him into the pavement below.
"Eh... sorry, Davis..."
Davis grit his teeth and pushed himself up. "Don't.... do.... that."
Davis hopped to his feet. Ahead of him was a traffic jam. And a rather large one, at that. It *literally* stretched off for several miles.
Davis knocked on a car window. It unrolled. "Excuse me, but what's this jam about?"
"Word from up front says that some superheroes are duking it out in live public. The excuse might have changed since then."
Superheroes. Another team, Davis thought. "Is there any way through?"
"Davis! Hop on! I have a plan!" Raidramon bellowed.
Davis proceeded to climb on. "What is it, Raidram... yaaaAAHHH!!!"
Raidramon flipped around and broke into a full-out run. He was headed for a subway terminal.
********
The attendant closed the doors and gave the signal. With a loud clank, the tramcar began sliding forward and all the exports from the subway car sat down and got acquainted with their new surroundings.
Until Raidramon showed up, anyways. They all turned and ran for the stairs as Raidramon barreled down them and leapt off the platform and into the open tunnel. He turned and blazed off into the darkness.
"Damn it! Raidramon!! What are you doing?!"
"If you haven't figured it out yet, going with the flow isn't the fastest way to Ultimanium!"
Davis would not have gotten the joke were it not for the light in the tunnel ahead of them.
"WHAA?! RAIDRAMON!! TURN BACK!!"
"Trust me here... I have this all under control..."
Raidramon kept his speed up. As Davis was able to make out the car number on the front of the tram and the horn blared, Raidramon lept at the wall, flipped and kicked off toward the side of the subway car. Raidramon flew straight through the window, demolishing it and landing in the compartment of the car.
Davis remained shielded. He lifted up his arms up to see the interior of the tram. His pupils grew back to normal size. No one was looking at them. Raidramon staggered himself.
"Not much fazes these people, huh?" Raidramon growled.
A male attendant walked up to them. "Excuse me, sirs? Could I see your tickets?"
Davis and Raidramon sweatdropped.
"Sorry, this is our stop." Raidramon said quietly. He jumped into a sprint and shot through the car to the back of the train. He rammed through the back door of the tram and jumped out. They continued down the tunnel. The next station could already be seen.
"How... *huff* many... times... *huff* don't... do.. that.." Davis gasped.
Davis and Raidramon climbed out of the terminal - and looked ahead to see several very familiar faces.
"....Sony...? Playstation? When did they buy out planet Earth?" Gohan asked.
Krillin looked around the shelf. He put the copy of Unreal Tournament back on the rack and walked around to Gohan's position. "Alright, so it's been a while since we actually took time to look through a city without having it explode, but that's ridiculous."
"No, really. Sony makes these. I think."
Krillin looked around. He was lost. "Where'd all the Super NES' go?"
"Forget it," Gohan sighed as he dropped the Playstation box back in the bin. "We're just lost, technologically concerned. We'll never catch up now."
Krillin looked over Gohan's shoulder. "You'd better move. I think someone wants to move their cart through."
Gohan stepped to the side. As the cart rolled forward, he looked at its pilot.
"Hello, Gohan."
"Huh? Who are you? How do you know me?" Gohan yelped.
In the cart lied a used Dreamcast. The person hanging on to it was Ultimanium.
"Gohan? I've been waiting for your group to get here."
"The kid asked you a question!" Krillin growled. "Who are you?"
Ultimanium turned to Krillin, eyes glowing red. "Shut up, baldy, before I use those dots as targets."
That made Krillin back off. "..er..."
"Alright then, Gohan. You and your friends have been summoned here for the fighting tournament."
*Ultimanium gives the usual discussion*
"But we knew we were fighting already," Gohan said. "Or, at least that was the only motive that could drag Vegeta along."
Ultimanium faced forward again, eyeing a copy of Power Stone on the wall. "Ah, yes.... Vegeta.. a true Saiyan warrior..."
"Man, Vegeta would kill to be here..." Krillin whispered to Gohan.
"Unlike that karate-bum father of yours."
Gohan was seething. "W-why you...!"
"Yeah, that pisses you off. I know. But Goku is just so concerned with his social life, he has time only to become semi-super powerful. A real Saiyan warrior prides his combat over all his mental luxuries. Your father is a warrior, yes, but a sub-par one at best. I wouldn't be suprised if he didn't last through the Cell Games."
"Don't be so sure." Krillin said.
Ultimanium pulled a rolled up red duotang out of his pocket and handed it to Krillin.
"DBZ Episode 191 - Stage Script... What the hell?! Where are you guys getting all these?"
Ultimanium shrugged.
"Regardless of what Vegeta thinks of himself, he has broken his mortal power limit. I, along with you guys, really think he should be developing his human relations. Which is why I am here to present your challenge. Meet my demands, and I shall grant you power beyond belief."
Krillin and Gohan grinned.
"Throw whatever you can at us, Ultimanium," Gohan demanded. "Falling meteors, giant monsters, tsunamis, alien invasions, whatever. We can TAKE THEM ALL! No challenge is too great for the Z team!"
Gohan stood valiantly. "Give us our challenge."
Ultimanium smirked. "Make Vegeta smile."
And that's when the dreams of the Z team crashed down around them.
"W-wh-what?!" Krillin gasped.
"A Herleculan task, indeed," Ultimanium said. "but I trust you've gotten to know him enough since your return to Earth from Namek to make a difference. You have until midnight tomorrow. If Vegeta smiles once, as in an all-out grin, then I shall grant you some of my power. I wish I could talk longer, but I have some concessions to make. See you around." And with that, Ultimanium vanished.
Both heroes shook their heads. "You have got to be kidding." Gohan groaned.
********
Davis and Veemon plowed straight down the sidewalk, throwing people out of their way.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Move it!"
"What was that about?"
Davis turned his head. "Where is he staying?"
Veemon held up the business card. Kari had received it along with her autograph, but when she got to Mimi's she had accidently dropped it out of her notepad.
"Madison Grande Hotel!" Veemon wailed. "I can't make out the address though - forty-something and some other stuff!"
Davis stopped a passing family. "Hey! Hello... could you tell me where the Madison Grande Hotel is?"
"I think it's 43rd 85th." the father said.
"Right by Madison Square Garden... okay, thanks!" Davis yelled. He turned and started running again alongside Veemon, this time faster than before.
"We can only hope Ultimanium doesn't have very good transportation!" Veemon winced.
Some yelling and screaming behind them. A black figure shot forward, about 40 feet off the ground. It screamed down the street ahead of Davis.
"Ultimanium!! Urrgghh... There's no way we're going to catch up to him like this! Veemon! Are you ready?"
Veemon jumped to a skid-halt. "When you are."
Davis brought his D3 up. "Digi-armor... Energize!!"
********
Zidane rounded another corner. As physically fit as he was, he couldn't maintain a full out sprint for over 5 hours, and he began to lose breath.
"I... huff.. have to.... get out of here..."
He turned into a back alley to rest. However, judging from the volume of the people behind him, many of them would have seen him turn. He stood up and starting jogging again.
A dead end.
"Figures."
The mob began walking toward him.
"People like you piss me off!! Sure, I caused a traffic jam... threw around 30 peoples'
lives into danger... tore a power line.... wrecked a semi and a couple sedans..vanalized a giant mech-type-walking-robot-thingy, but, still....!" Zidane was beat.
"Piss off, or I Trance!!" He screamed.
Apparently no one knew what a Trance was, or what the written definition of the word 'trance' was. Or what religions a trance is a symptom of. Or have ever gotten a really bad hangover, which is similar to a trance in some ways. Or have gotten really mad, come to think of it.
Squall pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Alright, you poo-po... dumbass! What was your and Cloud's little plan here?"
"We didn't want to share our giant robots with you."
The mob approached Zidane again.
"Oh, man! This sucks ass!" Zidane whimpered. And he began to get really sad and fearing for his life and stuff. Another symptom of trance, by the way.
There was a blinding flash. Everybody turned to Zidane.
He had turned a bright white. His hair shined pink. And small bolts of electricity coursed at his feet. "I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!"
Squall made his way out of the crowd and started running down the street.
"SOLUTION 9!"
Vegeta and Trunks walked out of the store only to get knocked down by a massive shockwave.
"What in blazes...?" Vegeta scowled as he got up and brushed himself off.
Zidane sat with his fist against the ground in the alley across the street from them. Torsos of the mob lied in a bloody mess, plugging the alley. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I GET A CHANGE OF HEART!!!!"
********
The Chrysler Building shook slightly.
Wing Zero fired its thrusters and got better footing on the scaffolding.
"What were you saying about Relena? Something about a bloody corpse?" Duo asked.
"..."
"What?"
"Something bad's going on down there. We have to do something about it."
"Heero," Duo sighed. "As long as we're up here, the Gundams are useless. Just take the time to relax."
Heero shifted uneasily in his seat. "Yes, but, still..."
********
Raidramon tore down the middle of the street, diving out of the way of cars as they attempted to swerve around the marauding digimon. Davis grasped onto the lightning bolt protruding from the creature's forehead. His hand began to slip and he fought to regain a grip. Normally Davis would tell him to slow down, but there was no time for that. They had to find Ultimanium, and they had to find him now.
Raidramon leaped and came to an instant halt. He threw Davis over his face, still hanging on to the lightning ornament, and smashed him into the pavement below.
"Eh... sorry, Davis..."
Davis grit his teeth and pushed himself up. "Don't.... do.... that."
Davis hopped to his feet. Ahead of him was a traffic jam. And a rather large one, at that. It *literally* stretched off for several miles.
Davis knocked on a car window. It unrolled. "Excuse me, but what's this jam about?"
"Word from up front says that some superheroes are duking it out in live public. The excuse might have changed since then."
Superheroes. Another team, Davis thought. "Is there any way through?"
"Davis! Hop on! I have a plan!" Raidramon bellowed.
Davis proceeded to climb on. "What is it, Raidram... yaaaAAHHH!!!"
Raidramon flipped around and broke into a full-out run. He was headed for a subway terminal.
********
The attendant closed the doors and gave the signal. With a loud clank, the tramcar began sliding forward and all the exports from the subway car sat down and got acquainted with their new surroundings.
Until Raidramon showed up, anyways. They all turned and ran for the stairs as Raidramon barreled down them and leapt off the platform and into the open tunnel. He turned and blazed off into the darkness.
"Damn it! Raidramon!! What are you doing?!"
"If you haven't figured it out yet, going with the flow isn't the fastest way to Ultimanium!"
Davis would not have gotten the joke were it not for the light in the tunnel ahead of them.
"WHAA?! RAIDRAMON!! TURN BACK!!"
"Trust me here... I have this all under control..."
Raidramon kept his speed up. As Davis was able to make out the car number on the front of the tram and the horn blared, Raidramon lept at the wall, flipped and kicked off toward the side of the subway car. Raidramon flew straight through the window, demolishing it and landing in the compartment of the car.
Davis remained shielded. He lifted up his arms up to see the interior of the tram. His pupils grew back to normal size. No one was looking at them. Raidramon staggered himself.
"Not much fazes these people, huh?" Raidramon growled.
A male attendant walked up to them. "Excuse me, sirs? Could I see your tickets?"
Davis and Raidramon sweatdropped.
"Sorry, this is our stop." Raidramon said quietly. He jumped into a sprint and shot through the car to the back of the train. He rammed through the back door of the tram and jumped out. They continued down the tunnel. The next station could already be seen.
"How... *huff* many... times... *huff* don't... do.. that.." Davis gasped.
Davis and Raidramon climbed out of the terminal - and looked ahead to see several very familiar faces.