Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Alchemy and Saiyans ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 7 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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

Disclaimer:

it walks alone: *bounce bounce bounce bounce*

BritKit: *walks in* *sees IWA bouncing off cafeteria walls and ceiling* O.O

IWA: *BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE* WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

BK: Hyper much? *following IWA's bounces with eyes*

IWA: *randomhyperbabble*

BK: Slow down.

IWA: *hyperbabble*

BK: *sweatdrops* Slower...

IWA: *babble*

BK: Slow... Down...

IWA: ...andthenIdidthisandthatandwentALLLLLLoverandsomeonegavemeacookiesoIateita ndit'salmostholidaysandIamsoooooooohyperandIwannagohomeandI'mgonnagobounces omemorebye!

BK: *giant sweatdrop* Right. You do that.

IWA: *bounces off wall and ceiling some more*

BK: Gods she's crazy...

*something breaks and there is a distant cry of “WEEEEE!”*

BK: Yup. Definitely crazy.

IWA: *bouncebouncebouncebouncebounceBOUNCE*

BK: *ducks*

IWA: *flies over BK* WAHOOOO!!

BK: I'm gonna die...

IWA: *flies BACK over BritKit*

IWA: ALRIGHTY!SosincethewholepointofthisistotellallofYOUthatIDON'TOWNFMAORDBZand neverwillandI'mbabblingagainaren'tI?

BK: Yup.

IWA: I'mgonnashutupnow.

*there is silence*

BK: ...

IWA: ...

*there is more silence*

BK: ARGG!! TOO MUCH SILENCE!! MUST MAKE NOISE!! *storms off smashing everything in her way*

IWA: And she says I'M crazy...

Anywho!

“Speaking”

Thoughts

(Me to you)

“Telephone or other such communication device”

Last time:

“BRATS!” Vegeta's voice yelled.

“Uh-oh. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

“Not so fast, Demonlings,” Gohan's voice declared.

Chapter 7: Revelations

“Nii-chan!”

“Gohan!”

“SAVE US!” the two chibis wailed in unison.

Gohan snorted. “You think I'd do that? Bulma was chewing Vegeta out, turned around, and poof! you're gone! She's practically put out a bounty on you two!”

“Brats!”

“They're in here, Vegeta! Oh, is this on?”

“Yes...” Mustang growled, the first thing he'd said since the bowl of cereal had appeared.

“Sorry. Hope they didn't prank you too badly.”

“They dropped a bowl of cereal on my head!” Mustang yelled.

Gohan glared at the two chibis, who gulped nervously. “So that's where that bowl went. Bulma kept trying to pin that one on me.”

Bulma and Vegeta walked in, followed by a very confused Mirai.

“Pin what one on you?” Bulma asked Gohan.

“The bowl.” The eldest demi-Saiyan jerked his thumb at the invention in the middle of the room. “It's in Ed's world now. I think it fell on somebody's head.”

“Mine.”

“And who might you be?” Bulma asked.

“Colonel Mustang.”

Vegeta Death-Glaredâ„¢ at the chibis, who cringed.

Gohan, catching sight of Mirai's utterly confused expression, explained. “We call Trunks and Goten the Brats.”

“Why?”

“Well, they're formally known as the Demon Brats, but Brats is shorter and easier to scream at the top of your lungs.”

“Come on, Chibi-me can't be that bad.”

Gohan snorted. “Vegeta didn't raise you.”

“...Good point.”

“So... What did they do?” Bulma asked, turning to the machine.

“They dropped an upside down bowl of soggy Cheerios on my head, dammit!”

“Ooh. Not fun. Trunks, you are going to be stuck in the GR with Vegeta for a week if you do something like this again. This time,” and here the poor lavender-haired chibi gulped, “you will be eating only human-sized rations.” Said chibi's eyes widened. “And NO SNACKS.” His jaw dropped.

“B-b-but Mom!”

“Don't 'but' me, young man! Anything else out of you and I'll sic Vegeta on you this week!”

Chibi Trunks closed his mouth with an audible 'click' upon seeing Vegeta's Smirkâ„¢.

“Yes, Mom,” said chibi mumbled.

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Later, after Mustang had cleaned up his hair and changed his uniform (at least the parts that got milk and Cheerios on them), he and the others who had witnessed the Cereal Incident, as it was coming to be called (much to the Colonel's chagrin), minus Havoc, as he had other duties, had gotten together again—not in the Colonel's office, though—next door, so nothing could be dropped on them (he, you can't blame Mustang for being slightly paranoid!) but close enough so that if Ed yelled, they could still hear him.

“Ya hafta admit, Colonel, that was funny.”

“Be quiet, Hughes.”

Colonel Mustang was trying to establish a different subject, but also failing miserably. Hughes just refused to drop it.

“I just wish I'd had my camera...”

“Hughes...” Mustang growled, lifting one gloved hand. The Lieutenant Colonel instantly shut up.

“Thank you. Now, we need to see if there's any way we can help the 'Z-Senshi' send Fullmetal back.”

“'Z-Senshi'?” Riza repeated.

“The group nii-san's with now,” Al supplied.

Riza nodded in understanding.

“Hey! Colonel! Hello! Anyone there?”

“Fullmetal!”

Everyone stood up and ran into Colonel Mustang's office, most of them apologizing.

“Hey! Calm down! It's okay! Anyway, Mirai and Bulma just told me that they came up with a way to transmit images. You want to try it?”

“Sure, nii-san!”

“Okay. A TV screen and camera should show up on your desk. You can put them anywhere, but I suggest putting them near each other,” Mirai said.

“Right.”

There was the by now familiar hum and flash of light and a flatscreen TV and videocamera appeared on the Colonel's desk.

“Sooo... How do I put them, say, on a wall?”

“Mount it. There should be instructions on the back.”

Once Mustang had mounted the screen and the camera above it, resting on top, he announced, “Well, they're in. Now what?”

“Turn 'em on. There should be a 'power' button on both.”

The Colonel looked. Sure enough, there was a button marked 'power' on the lower right corner of the screen. He pushed it, and it turned on, showing Ed, Mirai, Bulma, and Gohan (he checked the picture to be sure) watching. He turned the camera on, and the people on the screen blinked.

Al waved. “Hi, nii-san!”

Ed grinned. “Hey, Al.”

Gohan blinked. “That'sAl?”

“Uhh... Yeah.”

“Why is he wearing armor?”

The two brothers looked at each other uncertainly. “It's a hobby,” they said in unison.

Mirai looked between the two of them. “Riiight.”

Bulma clapped her hands, causing everyone who'd seen Ed perform alchemy (the FMA group) to jump. “Anyway, how's the picture?”

Mustang blinked. “Fine...”

The blue-haired genius smiled happily. “Great!”

*CRASH*

Everyone in the Colonel's office jumped. “What was that?”

Bulma was obviously angry again. “I am sogoing to hit him this time...”

Mirai just shrugged. “Dad blew up the GR again.”

Ed groaned, rolling his eyes. “Great. Just great. Bulma's gonna rope me into helping this time...”

“That's a problem?”

Ed glared at Hughes, who had spoken. “When Vegeta's growlingover my shoulder and insulting me every chance he can get, yes, it is a problem.”

Bulma turned to him. “He insults you?”

Ed sighed. “Probably not more than he insults everyone else...”

“I see. Well, I'll go fetch him—“

“No need, Mom. He's on his way here.”

“Good. I can Frying Pan him now.”

(“Since when did 'frying pan' become a verb?” Hughes asked Risa.

She shrugged, not speaking since she was still embarrassed about her flipping out over the two chibis earlier and she didn't want anyone to know it was her.)

Just then, Havoc, followed by Sergeant Brosh and Second Lieutenant Ross threw open the door, ran in, tripped over Al (who had been sitting near the door, between it and the Colonel's desk), and went flying, accompanied by a small 'popping' sound.

Al, being the gentleman he is, got up to help. However, when the suit of armor leaned forward, his chest plate swung forward as well. (IWA: Poor Al...) He froze, then hastily straightened up again.

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Vegeta chose that moment to walk into the room.

He looked around at all the stunned faces, looked at the screen, and saw Al with his chest plate hanging open, and said, “What is everyone staring at? It's a suit of armor. Nothing special. And onna, you need to fix the GR again.”

Bulma and Ed snapped out of their daze and both turned angrily to Vegeta. Unfortunately for the Saiyan Prince, Bulma was faster.

“VEGETA! Can't you go one week without breaking something?!” she screamed, bringing her infamous Frying Pan of Terror down on his head with a CLANG and waking everyone else up in the process.

Gohan turned to Ed, very curious. “Ed? You said Al's your brother. Then you said that that suit of armor is Al. How can your brother be an empty suit of armor?”

Ed froze, then turned back to look at Al, who was putting his chest plate back. Al nodded. Ed sighed and closed his eyes.

“I... Our mother died years ago. Al and I tried to bring her back to life. We failed.” He paused. “When we failed, I lost an arm and a leg and Al lost his whole body.”

“But then, how could he be alive?” Mirai asked, confused.

“I managed to bind his soul into a suit of armor that happened to be in the room.”

Bulma was, by this time, sobbing. She threw her arms around Ed and sobbed, “Oh, you poor boy! No one should have to go through that!”

Those who had heard the full story were standing (or sitting, as the case may be) with bowed heads. Those who hadn't were staring at the Elrics in astonishment, even Vegeta.

Then, Mirai, being the scientist he is, had an idea.

“Hey. I just had an idea. This might be taking advantage of Al's condition, but... Since he doesn't have a living body, why don't we send him through to our world?”

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Another chapter typed! Cool! I can give you a sneak peek at the next chapter, if you want: Mustang torture! In front of his superiors, no less! Anywho, please leave me a review on your way out.