Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimatum ❯ Epilogue ( Epilogue )
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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: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 240 | 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: 1.9K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
TK woke up. He gripped the handles next to his seat to get his bearings.
"Whoa... that was a good sleep," TK yawned, stretching. He looked over, out the window. They were still over the ocean, glistening beneath them with the sun rising in the horizon.
TK shook his head drowsily and looked at his watch.
"6:43?" TK muttered. He looked down to Patamon, sleeping in the seat next to him.
TK nudged Patamon. "Hey, Patamon. Wake up."
Patamon slowly rose in his seat. "Yeah.. TK? What?"
"Did something happen while I was asleep? You know, did like an engine burn out or something? It's already 6:43 in the morning and we aren't even at New York yet!"
Patamon's eyes grew wide. "Um.. Tk.."
"What?"
"We were already in New York. This is the return flight."
"What are you talking about, Patamon? Where's the others?"
TK stood up and looked around the cabin. Him and Patamon were seated on one side of the plane, while everybody else remained on the other.
"Ken... Tai... Sora... Yolei? Cody? These people weren't on the plane.. Davis? Kari?!"
Ken, Tai, Sora, Yolei, and Cody were seated with their corresponding digimon, all in discussion. Davis and Kari sat several seats ahead, side by side. On his lap there was a strange looking sword with a red crystal embedded in the handle. One seat ahead Gatomon and Veemon were seated together.
"Hey, Kari," Davis said. "I've been having trouble figuring out what this Materia is. I just noticed it a couple of minutes ago..."
Kari placed her hands on the end of the sword and concentrated for a second. "Nope, can't say I know.."
TK put his head in his hands. "Something's going on here."
Patamon sighed. "You mean something WENT ON here."
********
The shuttle docked at the Alpha space station. Bracers from multiple directions slid out and locked the pod in place.
A computer display on the wall lit up. "Sir, the insubordinate you requested to see are here."
The man placed down his cigar. "Excellent. Bring them to me."
The door to the suite slid open and a handcuffed Duo Maxwell stumbled in.
The officer picked his cigar up again and kept it inbetween his fingers. "Ah, yes. Duo Maxwell. You may not know me. I'm a new officer assigned here from a colony in deep space. My area of proficiency? DISCIPLINE. I have not and will not show any grief for soldiers that recklessly disobey military law and put peoples' lives in danger. As such as your little stunt you attempted to pull just a week ago, hijacking the Gundams from the Alpha Muesum of Warfare. The Gundams are NOT to be toyed with, Maxwell. I expect a legitimate excuse for your actions."
Duo grinned. "Could I ask your name, sir?"
"Shut up and answer the question."
Duo winced. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Duo took a deep breath, and tried to explain:
"Alright. So it went like this. My friend Ted was running maintenance for the muesum that night and he asked me to take one of the Gundams for a test run to check its chemical and energy readings so I said what the hell and so I docked off from the station and the first thing WHAM I'm nailed in the side with a piece of space junk and I'm sent spiraling towards the planet below and I scream for mom and I fall into a wormhole and I get sent lightyears back to Jupiter and I tried to hitch on a freighter barge headed back to Earth but some really bigass automated defense springs up and I'm like 'what the hell' and it starts blowing me up and I try to escape somehow by docking with the ship when no one's looking and I ride along the barge for the next 5 days living off food crumbs in the hull of the ship when all of a sudden the damage done on the Deathscythe causes it to explode but I make it to an escape pod in time and I fly really fast and crap and all of a sudden this huge star destroyer thing hovers over me and I realize it's sucking me in with its tractor beam and it deposits me outside of Alpha and Heero's there and everybody's like 'damn, Duo, you ass, you blew the Gundam up' and now I'm sitting here."
Duo began breathing again.
"A Gundam was destroyed?!" The officer growled.
Duo nodded nervously. He knew he was in for it.
The officer was ready to bat Duo's head off, but then he fell back in his recliner. "You said space junk?"
"Y..yes sir, space junk."
The officer rolled his eyes. "Damn! Why didn't you say so? The space junk is so bad around Alpha... I mean, during the war, a good two thirds of the Mobile Dols manufactured here never got 30 feet away from the base without being hit by a used washer or a TV or something and exploding! I even got a fair-size dent in my shuttle the other day from a busted satellite. I know what it's like, soldier. You're excused."
Duo sprung up and darted out of the suite before the officer could change his mind. Heero stepped in.
"Heero, you're pardoned."
Heero shrugged and departed.
********
Cloud slumped into his chair. It had been another long, hard adventure saving the world, but somehow, it just didn't feel right.
Squall drug a chest from another room and left it in front of Cloud. "I put all of mine, yours, and Zidane's weapons in here. I'm sure you can find something better than a Buster Sword if you look."
"That was my SOLDIER sword," Cloud sighed. He sifted through the different swords, guns, spears, nunchakus, whips, staves, armored gloves, battlestars and megaphones that the three had accumulated on their adventures. "I don't think I've ever found anything that's lasted me so long."
"C'mon, Cloud. Don't feel so bad about yourself. That wasn't your fault. And don't worry about the Ark thing either... it was from that lame ass 'Final Fantasy IX' adventure Zidane talks about, so it can't be that good."
MAJOR FRICKING A/N - THAT WAS SQUALL TALKING THERE, NOT ME. PLEASE DON'T SEND BOMBS IN THE MAIL, FIREBOMB MY HOUSE, OR GIVE ME ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH A BOMB. THANK YOU. :P
"Still," Cloud groaned. "It woulda been pretty cool to see what Ark is all about."
"Nah, don't worry. Knights of The Round or Eden still probably look cooler and do more damage."
"Knights of The Round? Where did I put that materia, anyways?"
After 6 minutes of solid silence, Cloud threw his hands up in disgust and tossed an M60 to his side. "Sorry, man. There's nothing here that'll replace the Buster. I swear to Go..."
A straight bladed thief sword caught his eye. Cloud picked it up and spun it in his palm. "Hey... Squall... what did Zidane call this one?"
Squall examined a piece of masking tape wrapped around the handle of the stave. "... I think it's a Rune Tooth or something like that."
Cloud quickly swung the Rune Tooth and dismembered the wall clock.
He grinned. "I'll stick with this. Cloud's embodiment of asskicking - the Rune Tooth! We need a celebratory feast!!"
"KD okay?"
"Sure."
********
Krillin flopped on the couch in the Kame house and immediately went to sleep.
Gohan was ready to hit the floor and watch a well-deserved hour of TV when Goku tapped him on the shoulder.
"Gohan...? When I last looked, we had unfinished business."
Gohan looked up. "Aw, dad... we got enough training a couple of hours ago! Can't we just crash for a while?"
"That was no training," Goku sighed. "I was just off track."
A drowsy Vegeta plodded by. "Go ahead, Kakarot, let the boy have a break. It's not like he's going to influence the battle against Cell terribly."
Bulma quickly walked by and left a red duotang in Vegeta's hands.
"What's this... DBZ Stage Script... Urrghhh!! Where do you obtain these?!"
At the table, Master Roshi looked up from his typewriter. "The only thing that keeps this island property going is sale of effective playwrighting! If you have a problem with my magnificent imagination, I suggest you leave! Like hell I'm going to give YOU board!"
"Suit yourself, old man," Vegeta scowled. "I have training to do."
Trunks watched as the screen door slammed. "Well, I guess that's my call. I'll see you around, Gohan."
"Yeah, see ya."
"That means we're going too," Goku said. "We still have a day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber before we change shifts and we should use it to its greatest."
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Aw.... fine. Wait up, I'll get my armor."
Gohan pushed himself up and dragged himself to the next fight alongside his father.
Krillin turned to the TV. His mind wasn't entirely on Cell. He was worrying about Ultimanium. And how someone like him would perform in the Cell Games.
********
Ultimanium sat motionless with his feet up on the desk. He had struggled to accomplish his mission, against great temptation - especially that Zidane fellow. He had proven arrogant and dark on multiple occaisions in his presence, and it was the master, Ultimanium, that gave Davis, the digidestined, power to overcome Zidane, master thiefswordsman. Otherwise, Davis would have been shipped home in a bag.
Ultimanium smiled, in spite of himself. Many people had suffered during this week. However, new and greater healing had begun. Each group was now working together greater than ever before and was happy with it.
He had accomplished his goal.
Still, there was the unnerving concept of alternate dimensions.
Ultimanium swiveled his chair to the terminal in the wall. Embedded in the wall were monitors, which had recorded the events during the Ultimatum in this dimension and 5 others.
A backup plan. If he failed, and even omnipotent powers can do such a thing, he could always bail to another dimension to start over.
But since he had succeeded on the first shot, that worried him. If any of the other 5 dimensions were to gain knowledge of what happened in his and changed it somehow, Ultimanium would cease to exist.
He had to disrupt them somehow.
Project J2 - Remodeler of temporal anolomies. Crosser of realities.
A stout, mysterious man in heavy, gold emblazoned armor had shown up at Ultimanium's feet during the past hour. Identifying himself as Lord Raul, he agreed to help disrupt the alternate dimensions closest to the one Ultimanium and him were in, by taking total command of one using Project J2 and adjusting the events occuring in the Ultimatum to his own personal tastes. While Ultimanium would normally not approve of a plan like this, he had to do something fast to ensure his own safety.
With a deafening crackle, Lord Raul, along with J2, tore through space-time and began their master plan.
Ultimanium shielded his eyes.
What really was Project J2? What implications would it have on the dimensions? Project J2 WILL be seen again... though whether in the most desirable places will be left up to fate in the end.
This was the first recording of the events of the Ultimatum.
END
(A/N - The Ultimatum is tied in with every single other story I will write - As you will see, Project J2 can stretch to some pretty far off places...)
Special thanks to Ultramagnus for guest starring and allowing me to waste him
"Whoa... that was a good sleep," TK yawned, stretching. He looked over, out the window. They were still over the ocean, glistening beneath them with the sun rising in the horizon.
TK shook his head drowsily and looked at his watch.
"6:43?" TK muttered. He looked down to Patamon, sleeping in the seat next to him.
TK nudged Patamon. "Hey, Patamon. Wake up."
Patamon slowly rose in his seat. "Yeah.. TK? What?"
"Did something happen while I was asleep? You know, did like an engine burn out or something? It's already 6:43 in the morning and we aren't even at New York yet!"
Patamon's eyes grew wide. "Um.. Tk.."
"What?"
"We were already in New York. This is the return flight."
"What are you talking about, Patamon? Where's the others?"
TK stood up and looked around the cabin. Him and Patamon were seated on one side of the plane, while everybody else remained on the other.
"Ken... Tai... Sora... Yolei? Cody? These people weren't on the plane.. Davis? Kari?!"
Ken, Tai, Sora, Yolei, and Cody were seated with their corresponding digimon, all in discussion. Davis and Kari sat several seats ahead, side by side. On his lap there was a strange looking sword with a red crystal embedded in the handle. One seat ahead Gatomon and Veemon were seated together.
"Hey, Kari," Davis said. "I've been having trouble figuring out what this Materia is. I just noticed it a couple of minutes ago..."
Kari placed her hands on the end of the sword and concentrated for a second. "Nope, can't say I know.."
TK put his head in his hands. "Something's going on here."
Patamon sighed. "You mean something WENT ON here."
********
The shuttle docked at the Alpha space station. Bracers from multiple directions slid out and locked the pod in place.
A computer display on the wall lit up. "Sir, the insubordinate you requested to see are here."
The man placed down his cigar. "Excellent. Bring them to me."
The door to the suite slid open and a handcuffed Duo Maxwell stumbled in.
The officer picked his cigar up again and kept it inbetween his fingers. "Ah, yes. Duo Maxwell. You may not know me. I'm a new officer assigned here from a colony in deep space. My area of proficiency? DISCIPLINE. I have not and will not show any grief for soldiers that recklessly disobey military law and put peoples' lives in danger. As such as your little stunt you attempted to pull just a week ago, hijacking the Gundams from the Alpha Muesum of Warfare. The Gundams are NOT to be toyed with, Maxwell. I expect a legitimate excuse for your actions."
Duo grinned. "Could I ask your name, sir?"
"Shut up and answer the question."
Duo winced. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Duo took a deep breath, and tried to explain:
"Alright. So it went like this. My friend Ted was running maintenance for the muesum that night and he asked me to take one of the Gundams for a test run to check its chemical and energy readings so I said what the hell and so I docked off from the station and the first thing WHAM I'm nailed in the side with a piece of space junk and I'm sent spiraling towards the planet below and I scream for mom and I fall into a wormhole and I get sent lightyears back to Jupiter and I tried to hitch on a freighter barge headed back to Earth but some really bigass automated defense springs up and I'm like 'what the hell' and it starts blowing me up and I try to escape somehow by docking with the ship when no one's looking and I ride along the barge for the next 5 days living off food crumbs in the hull of the ship when all of a sudden the damage done on the Deathscythe causes it to explode but I make it to an escape pod in time and I fly really fast and crap and all of a sudden this huge star destroyer thing hovers over me and I realize it's sucking me in with its tractor beam and it deposits me outside of Alpha and Heero's there and everybody's like 'damn, Duo, you ass, you blew the Gundam up' and now I'm sitting here."
Duo began breathing again.
"A Gundam was destroyed?!" The officer growled.
Duo nodded nervously. He knew he was in for it.
The officer was ready to bat Duo's head off, but then he fell back in his recliner. "You said space junk?"
"Y..yes sir, space junk."
The officer rolled his eyes. "Damn! Why didn't you say so? The space junk is so bad around Alpha... I mean, during the war, a good two thirds of the Mobile Dols manufactured here never got 30 feet away from the base without being hit by a used washer or a TV or something and exploding! I even got a fair-size dent in my shuttle the other day from a busted satellite. I know what it's like, soldier. You're excused."
Duo sprung up and darted out of the suite before the officer could change his mind. Heero stepped in.
"Heero, you're pardoned."
Heero shrugged and departed.
********
Cloud slumped into his chair. It had been another long, hard adventure saving the world, but somehow, it just didn't feel right.
Squall drug a chest from another room and left it in front of Cloud. "I put all of mine, yours, and Zidane's weapons in here. I'm sure you can find something better than a Buster Sword if you look."
"That was my SOLDIER sword," Cloud sighed. He sifted through the different swords, guns, spears, nunchakus, whips, staves, armored gloves, battlestars and megaphones that the three had accumulated on their adventures. "I don't think I've ever found anything that's lasted me so long."
"C'mon, Cloud. Don't feel so bad about yourself. That wasn't your fault. And don't worry about the Ark thing either... it was from that lame ass 'Final Fantasy IX' adventure Zidane talks about, so it can't be that good."
MAJOR FRICKING A/N - THAT WAS SQUALL TALKING THERE, NOT ME. PLEASE DON'T SEND BOMBS IN THE MAIL, FIREBOMB MY HOUSE, OR GIVE ME ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH A BOMB. THANK YOU. :P
"Still," Cloud groaned. "It woulda been pretty cool to see what Ark is all about."
"Nah, don't worry. Knights of The Round or Eden still probably look cooler and do more damage."
"Knights of The Round? Where did I put that materia, anyways?"
After 6 minutes of solid silence, Cloud threw his hands up in disgust and tossed an M60 to his side. "Sorry, man. There's nothing here that'll replace the Buster. I swear to Go..."
A straight bladed thief sword caught his eye. Cloud picked it up and spun it in his palm. "Hey... Squall... what did Zidane call this one?"
Squall examined a piece of masking tape wrapped around the handle of the stave. "... I think it's a Rune Tooth or something like that."
Cloud quickly swung the Rune Tooth and dismembered the wall clock.
He grinned. "I'll stick with this. Cloud's embodiment of asskicking - the Rune Tooth! We need a celebratory feast!!"
"KD okay?"
"Sure."
********
Krillin flopped on the couch in the Kame house and immediately went to sleep.
Gohan was ready to hit the floor and watch a well-deserved hour of TV when Goku tapped him on the shoulder.
"Gohan...? When I last looked, we had unfinished business."
Gohan looked up. "Aw, dad... we got enough training a couple of hours ago! Can't we just crash for a while?"
"That was no training," Goku sighed. "I was just off track."
A drowsy Vegeta plodded by. "Go ahead, Kakarot, let the boy have a break. It's not like he's going to influence the battle against Cell terribly."
Bulma quickly walked by and left a red duotang in Vegeta's hands.
"What's this... DBZ Stage Script... Urrghhh!! Where do you obtain these?!"
At the table, Master Roshi looked up from his typewriter. "The only thing that keeps this island property going is sale of effective playwrighting! If you have a problem with my magnificent imagination, I suggest you leave! Like hell I'm going to give YOU board!"
"Suit yourself, old man," Vegeta scowled. "I have training to do."
Trunks watched as the screen door slammed. "Well, I guess that's my call. I'll see you around, Gohan."
"Yeah, see ya."
"That means we're going too," Goku said. "We still have a day in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber before we change shifts and we should use it to its greatest."
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Aw.... fine. Wait up, I'll get my armor."
Gohan pushed himself up and dragged himself to the next fight alongside his father.
Krillin turned to the TV. His mind wasn't entirely on Cell. He was worrying about Ultimanium. And how someone like him would perform in the Cell Games.
********
Ultimanium sat motionless with his feet up on the desk. He had struggled to accomplish his mission, against great temptation - especially that Zidane fellow. He had proven arrogant and dark on multiple occaisions in his presence, and it was the master, Ultimanium, that gave Davis, the digidestined, power to overcome Zidane, master thiefswordsman. Otherwise, Davis would have been shipped home in a bag.
Ultimanium smiled, in spite of himself. Many people had suffered during this week. However, new and greater healing had begun. Each group was now working together greater than ever before and was happy with it.
He had accomplished his goal.
Still, there was the unnerving concept of alternate dimensions.
Ultimanium swiveled his chair to the terminal in the wall. Embedded in the wall were monitors, which had recorded the events during the Ultimatum in this dimension and 5 others.
A backup plan. If he failed, and even omnipotent powers can do such a thing, he could always bail to another dimension to start over.
But since he had succeeded on the first shot, that worried him. If any of the other 5 dimensions were to gain knowledge of what happened in his and changed it somehow, Ultimanium would cease to exist.
He had to disrupt them somehow.
Project J2 - Remodeler of temporal anolomies. Crosser of realities.
A stout, mysterious man in heavy, gold emblazoned armor had shown up at Ultimanium's feet during the past hour. Identifying himself as Lord Raul, he agreed to help disrupt the alternate dimensions closest to the one Ultimanium and him were in, by taking total command of one using Project J2 and adjusting the events occuring in the Ultimatum to his own personal tastes. While Ultimanium would normally not approve of a plan like this, he had to do something fast to ensure his own safety.
With a deafening crackle, Lord Raul, along with J2, tore through space-time and began their master plan.
Ultimanium shielded his eyes.
What really was Project J2? What implications would it have on the dimensions? Project J2 WILL be seen again... though whether in the most desirable places will be left up to fate in the end.
This was the first recording of the events of the Ultimatum.
END
(A/N - The Ultimatum is tied in with every single other story I will write - As you will see, Project J2 can stretch to some pretty far off places...)
Special thanks to Ultramagnus for guest starring and allowing me to waste him