Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Alchemy and Saiyans ❯ Conversations and Explanations ( Chapter 5 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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

Disclaimer: (it walks alone and Brit*Kit (my muse) are sitting @ a lunch table)

Brit*Kit: ...reduced fat milk with Vitamin A palpitate and Vitamin D3 added, high fructose corn syrup (that's sugar), cocoa processed with... alkali? (What the hell is that?) cellulose gel, (ew...) nonfat milk (why is that one of the last ingredients?) calcium carbonate, sugar, cellulose gum, Guar (huh?) gum, Xanthan gum, salt—SALT?! Why is there SALT in my milkshake?? *seethes*

it walks alone: ...Um.

BK: *continues to rant*

IWA: *waits*

BK: *keeps ranting*

IWA: ... *gets sick of waiting* Are you done yet?

BK: NO! I cannot believe they put SALT in my beloved milkshake! *storms around room ranting*

IWA: ... Right. Moving on. Since my muse appears to be otherwise occupied...

BK: *in distance* Salt? SALT? Why SALT of all things? WHY!

IWA: *sweatdrops* I guess I'll just have to do the disclaimer myself. FMA and DBZ do not belong to me, I am not making any money off of this, but would someone please tell me if the FMA creators decide to sell Ed...?

*crash is heard, and more ranting of “SALT!!”*

IWA: Oh dear, Mom liked that window... Cookies to anyone who can guess what kind of milkshake Brit*Kit had!

BK: *walks in* I am going to sue Nestle! I will go to... to... *looks at bottle* Nestle USA, Inc, Glendale, CA, 91203 USA Â© Nestle and DEMAND to know why there is salt in my milkshake!

IWA: You do that. Have fun!

“Speaking” Thoughts (Me to you) “Telephone or other such communication device”

Last time:

“That would be my mom, BulmaBriefs. Oh yeah, before I forget the reason why we called, do either of you two know where we can find a set of blueprints for Ed's arm?”

Chapter 5: Conversations and Explanations

There was a long pause.

“You told them, Fullmetal?” Mustang asked.

“Well, not really. Yamchapunched my shoulder and killed his hand.”

“'Killed his hand'?” Al asked, confused.

“Yeah. It was all bloody and broken. But he's fine now,” Mirai supplied.

“How?” Mustang asked.

“Bulma gave him something called a 'Senzu'.Supposedly it's a mystical bean that can heal injuries and restore energy. And it works, too. I saw his hand healed.” Ed's voice sounded excited.

“Can it fix anything, nii-san?”

“Injuries, yes. Diseases, no. If a wound has closed completely, then the Senzuwon't heal it,” Mirai answered.

“Huh?”

“You saw Yamcha, Ed—did you notice his scars weren't healed along with his hand?”

“Oh yeah.”

“So would a Senzu heal Fullmetal's arm?” Mustang asked.

“Hmm... Probably, if the original wound hasn't healed over—” Mirai started.

“It hasn't. It can't, 'cause the auto-mail needs to be attached directly to the nerves,” Ed interjected.

“And if we can get the arm off,” Mirai finished, after pausing to let Ed speak.

“Which is why we want to talk to Winryand see if she could come here or we go there,” Ed's voice declared.

“Last I heard, nii-san, she was still in Resembool,” Al offered.

“Well, could you bring her to wherever you are? Mom and I have been trying, and we can't get through to anywhere else.”

“You mean the only place we can talk is in my office?”

Ed's voice snickered. “Now you can never be sure we're not listening in, Colonel.”

Mustang rolled his eyes. “Very funny, Fullmetal.”

“Do you want me to call Winry, nii-san?”

“Oh, hey, Mirai, if someone's on speaker in the Colonel's office, can they hear us?”

“Probably. This is a new invention. Neither Mom nor I have ever tried it before.”

“Yeah, Al. Could you call Winry and put her on speaker?”

“Sure, nii-san.”

The suit of armor glanced at Colonel Mustang, who nodded and handed the phone over. Al dialed a number and waited.

“Yes, Winry?”

Pause.

“No, I'm fine. As far as I know, nii-san's fine too.”

Another pause.

“Can I put you on speaker so he can talk to you?”

Yet another pause.

“Because he's not here.”

Pause. Again. Just not as long as the others.

Al nodded, reached over, and hit the 'speaker' button.

“Okay, Winry, you're on speaker now.”

“Hey, Winry,” Ed's voice called.

“Ed! Where are you?! Al said you're not with him!”

“Yeah, I'm not there.”

“Well, where are you, then?!”

“Umm... Mirai?”

Mirai sighed. “Didn't Mom tell you? Capsule Corp in West City.”

Mustang stiffened. “West City?”

Before Ed or Mirai could reply, the sound of footsteps, something being dragged (IWA: Against its will... >.<) and muffled cursing could be heard.

“Oh... Hey Mom,” Mirai said, a bit uncertainly.

“Hello!” the woman from before chirped.

“Before any of you ask, the woman is Mirai'smom and the one who's cursing is Vegeta, Mirai's dad,” Ed's voice informed them.

“Um, Mom? You didn't knock Dad out, did you?”

“Shut up, brat.”

“And hello to you too, Dad.”

Al and Mustang sweatdropped.

“Er... Bulma, I think you can let go of Vegeta'shair now. He'd probably like to stand up,” Ed suggested.

The sweatdrops gained friends.

“Huh? Oh! Oops... Sorry, Vegeta.”

The one who was probably 'Vegeta' growled. “Be quiet, onna.”

*Clang*

“VEGETA!” the woman screamed. “I have a name, you know. The LEAST you could do would be to USE IT!!”

The sweatdrops seemed to be growing even more popular.

Bulma's rang was followed by several more clangs and a few yelps of pain from Vegeta.

“ONNA!”

*CLANG*

“Y'know, Dad, that's what got you into this mess in the first place...”

*Clang*

“Ow! Mom, what was that for?!”

“Bulma, I think I need to take this away from you now...” came Ed's voice.

There was a muted scuffle.

“My Frying Pan!”

“Wow... He's brave enough to take Mom's Frying Pan of Terror away from her? I'm impressed!” And Mirai really did sound impressed.

The scuffle ended, probably with Ed keeping the 'Frying Pan of Terror' away from Bulma.

Pause.

“Wow. You gave Vegeta a worse beating than I ever got from Winry.”

Winry snapped out of her daze. “Hey! I resent that!”

“Well, it's true!”

“That's it! The next time I see you, your head is going to meet my Wrench of Hitting Elrics...”

Everybody present sweatdropped hugely. It was obvious that she was petting her wrench, even over the phone.

“Uh, Winry? I thought you broke it on nii-san's head...”

“I got a new one.”

“...Crap.”

“C'mon, nii-san. You should have expected that.”

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Everyone turned to Ed, incredulously. A single, large sweatdrop was visible on the back of his head.

“Actually, Al, I kinda did. I was just hoping she'd forget.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

“Umm, nii-san?”

“Yeah, Al?”

“Err... Are you going to ask Winry?”

“Ask me what?”

Ed sighed. “I was when she calmed down. But since you've mentioned it now, she's not going to get off my case about it until I tell her.”

“Sorry, nii-san.”

“Ask me what?” Winry repeated, growing impatient.

“If I could have a set of blueprints for my auto-mail.”

There was a pause.

“Did you break it again?”

Yamcha walked in at that moment, followed closely by Chibi Trunks and Goten. He looked at Ed incredulously. “You can break it?”

Ed turned around, careful to keep the Frying Pan out of Bulma's reach. “When things that aren't even human are out to kill you, yeah.”

“Aren't even human?!” Winry screamed.

Ed winced. “Uhh, yeah.”

There was a muffled smack. “So THAT'S how you manage to destroy my masterpieces AND Al at the same time!”

“Hey!” Ed was getting ticked. “I've never destroyed Al!”

“No, nii-san,” Al said dryly. “Half my armor was merely deconstructed.”

Ed deflated. “Yeah, sorry about that, Al.”

“Armor?” asked Yamcha.

Ed froze. “Uhh...”

“...It's a hobby,” Al supplied.

“Anyway, about the blueprints...” Ed reminded them, shaking his head as if to clear it.

“Oh yeah. I'll give 'em to Al the next time he visits.”

“I can go now,” Al supplied.

“You do that, Al. We'll see about transporting objects (and people, too) between universes.”

“Wait a minute—Universes?!”

“Yes, Winry, universes.” Ed sighed.

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