Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Alchemy and Saiyans ❯ Explanations ( Chapter 2 )

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Summary: A mysterious stranger takes Edward Elric and deposits him in the DBZ world.

Disclaimer: Do you actually think I could own either DBZ or FMA? Didn't think so. *sobs*

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“Right. And I'm Edward Elric.”

Chapter 2: Explanations

Vegeta glared at Ed. “So explain. You said you didn't think you were from this universe.”

Every pair of eyes in the room snapped to Ed.

“Well, I don't really remember much... I was walking to the train station with my little brother Al when I heard a voice... It was unlike anything I've ever heard, kind of a chaotic mix of pretty much everything. It said, 'I'm feeling random today. How 'bout I kill you and claim I didn't? Or don't and say I did? I know! I'll send you to another universe! Have fun, and don't forget to kill all the rabbits you can find! There are just too many of the dang things...' And then everything went dark, I heard Al calling me, and then I blacked out.” Ed shook his head. “When I woke up, I was here. Along with the map, that makes me think that voice was telling the truth. I think I am in another universe.”

Yamcha shook his head as if trying to clear it. “Wait, a map? What about it?”

Ed looked at him, seriously. “I don't recognize anything on it. This whole world is completely unfamiliar to me.”

Yamcha swallowed. “Oh.”

“Where are you from?” asked Bulma.

“A country called Amestris.”

She looked confused. “Never heard of it.”

Ed nodded. “Just like I've never seen anything on that map before,” he agreed.

“Maybe we should talk to Dende and Piccolo about this. I've noticed they aren't here,” Gohan suggested, looking pointedly at Bulma. She scowled.

“I couldn't call them.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “They need a phone...”

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Ed's eye twitched. They're GREEN...

“EDWARD!”

Ed jumped. “What the hell do you...” He paused seeing everyone staring at him strangely. “Sorry. Thought I was back home...” he said despondently, hanging his head.

“It's okay, Edward,” said Bulma, smiling.

“So, what were you saying?”

“I was just trying to get your attention so I could introduce you. Edward, this is Dende, Guardian of Chikyuu, and Piccolo, the former guardian. Dende, Piccolo, this is Edward Elric.”

Ed blinked. “Guardian of Chikyuu?” he asked, bewildered.

Dende nodded. “Yes. I am also called God.”

Ed's jaw dropped as he stared at the green alien who wasn't that much taller than he was. “G-God? You mean God actually exists?”

“Yes. And he can be quite annoying, let me tell you,” Gohan replied, glaring at the teenage Kami, who laughed.

“But you're just so fun to torture, Gohan! You know that!”

Ed stared, completely and utterly lost, between the two teens. “Uhh... guys?” he interjected weakly.

Dende finally noticed him again. “Oh, sorry Edward.”

“Ed is fine.”

Dende nodded. “Alright Ed. Do you know who sent you here?”

Ed shook his head. “No. But I'd definitely recognize that odd voice anywhere,” he replied.

“I see.”

“Hey, couldn't Shenlong tell us who or what brought him here?” interjected Krillen excitedly.

The Kami shook his head. “No. He couldn't tell us exactly, because whatever it was works in another universe.”

“But generally—like what sort of being could do this?”

Dende considered this. “Perhaps, but the way I see it, there is only one choice: a god.”

Ed stared. “A god? Well, obviously this god doesn't like me,” he said, his customary scowl settling across his face.

Gohan glanced at him, but said nothing about it. Instead, he posed a very important question: “Where should Ed stay? I mean, he obviously doesn't have a place of his own, not being of this universe, and he probably doesn't have any money either.”

Ed blushed a bit and ducked his head.

“He can stay with us! It's not like we don't have the room,” said Bulma. Vegeta glared at her.

“That brat (Ed bristled) will not be staying with us, onna,” he growled.

Bulma seemed to ignore him, turning to Ed. “Do you want to stay with us?” she asked him.

Ed shrugged. “I don't see why not. I don't have anywhere else to go.”

Bulma smiled.

“Onna!”

Bulma turned to Vegeta, whipping out her Frying Pan of Terror. “He will be staying with us, Vegeta. One more word on the contrary from you and I won't fix your GR for a week!” she yelled, brandishing her Frying Pan at the unfortunate Saiyan prince.

Ed shook his head at them. She really does remind me of Winry. Poor guy.

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When they got back to Capsule Corp, Bulma took it upon herself to get Ed acquainted with the maze that was the residential wing. Needless to say, he was officially lost within five minutes. Bulma, noticing this, sighed and led him to a computer terminal.

“See this? It's a voice-activated computer terminal. These are all over Capsule Corp. If you wander around long enough, provided you aren't going in circles of course, you'll eventually run into one. Here, let me get you registered. Computer.”

A chime sounded, followed by a female voice (think Star Trek) that said, “Identify.”

“Bulma Briefs.”

There was another chime. “Voice scan accepted.”

“Register guest,” Bulma commanded.

“Name and voice print required.”

Bulma turned to Ed, who had been watching the exchange with and expression of awe firmly planted on his face.

“Now, say your name. Don't tell me; talk to the computer.”

Ed, mystified, nodded, turned to the terminal, and said “Edward Elric.”

There was another chime of acknowledgment from the computer. “Guest registered. Length of stay?”

“Indefinite,” Bulma supplied.

Another chime. “Registration complete.”

Bulma nodded. She turned back to Ed. “Now, all you have to do if you get lost is find one of these and ask it how to get to wherever you want to go. Oh yeah, here,” she added, fishing around in her pockets, then pulling out a pin and handing it to the bewildered teen, “This will let the computer track where you are so it can give you directions on the way. We all have something along these lines, so if you want to avoid someone, just tell the computer and ti will calculate a route around him or her. It can also tell you how to get to a person.” Catching sight of the completely and utterly overwhelmed expression on the poor blond's face, she chuckled. “Too much technology? Don't worry about it—a lot of people feel that way when they first come here.”

She led him down a few hallways, then indicated a door. “This is your room. It's already been entered into the computer, so you can get here easily.”

Ed nodded gratefully. “Thanks.”

“Now,” Bulma said, looking down at her watch, “It's just about time to order dinner. How about we get you into the general area of the dining room so that you don't get lost before dinner?”

“Sure.”

Bulma smiled at the bewildered blond and led him to the living room, where Trunks was watching TV.

“Trunks?” she called to her son.

“Yeah, Mom?” said chibi replied.

“Could you please not let Ed get lost before or on the way to dinner? And no pranks,” she added sternly.

The lavender-haired chibi pouted, but agreed.

“Good.” Bulma nodded, then walked out, leaving the poor alchemist alone with the terrorizing chibi.

Luckily enough, said terror actually obeyed his mother for once.

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After dinner, during which Ed was thoroughly flabbergasted at how much Vegeta and Trunks could eat (“This is crazy! I mean, they eat more than I do!”), Ed wandered around Capsule Corp until he'd found the library. He was floored (again... Seems to be happening to him a lot. Poor Ed.) at the sheer number of books that could be crammed into one room.

He wandered through the huge room, looking at the different sections, wondering how someone could be expected to reach books on what appeared to be the third floor (fly, of course!) and generally wondering if there was anything on alchemy in this place.

“Looking for anything in particular?”

Ed jumped. He hadn't known anyone else was here. “Not really. I was just wondering of there was anything in here on alchemy,” said the young blond, turning to see who had addressed him. The young man he saw had short lavender hair, much like Trunks.

“Alchemy, huh?” Said young man's brow furrowed. “Hmm... I don't think there's much, but...” He walked over to a (to Ed) random shelf and pulled out a few books.

“These are the most relevant to alchemy. Any others here would be in this area,” he said turning to Ed and handing the alchemist the books he'd pulled.

“Uhh... Thanks. By the way, who are you?” asked Ed.

“Trunks Briefs. I'm sure you've met the mini-me running around here,” Trunks said smiling. “He hasn't played any pranks on you, has he?”

The blond shook his head. “No. Bulma told him not to.”

“And he actually obeyed her?”

“Yeah. I'm Edward Elric, by the way.”

Trunks smiled again. “Nice to meet you.”

“What did you mean, 'mini-me'?” asked Ed after a moment.

“Oh, I'm from the future. The younger Trunks here is the past version of me.”

“Oh.” Ed's head was spinning.

After another moment of silence, Trunks spoke up again.

“Why alchemy?”

“H-huh?” Ed stuttered.

“Why'd you want books on alchemy? I mean, it's a pretty dead subject.”

“I happen to be interested, that's all,” Ed said, trying to hide his annoyance at hearing that alchemy was a 'dead subject'.

“Jeez, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything.” Trunks grinned. “Actually, I'm the reason the section on alchemy's as big as it is. I'm the only one here who's even remotely interested. I was just wondering why you were.”

Oh. “Well, I've been using alchemy since I was really little, and I'm pretty good at it.”

Trunks looked at the blond, impressed. “You're good? Then maybe you can help Mom fix the GR when Dad breaks it.”

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Well, that's the end of Chapter 2. Hope you liked it enough to send me a review!