Hello!

Author speaking! Happy first fic moment!

Its happening! Finally!

A crossover with an actual plot device to explain the crossover!

Exiting, right!

Right?

Aww... crap

Whatever, on to the story!!

Son Chichi sighed as the bothering ring of that stupid, stupid, phone cut into her peaceful cooking time. Carefully she put down the assorted kitchen utensils in her arms, and made her way over to the phone. She grabbed the offending device, and pulled it up to her eyes, to check the caller I.D.

"What kind of stupid name is Ophanimon?" She muttered, "Oh whatever, might as well answer it." She pushed the talk button, and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hello," a smooth but steely voice emanated from the speaker, "Would this be Son Gohan?"

"No,"Chichi replied, a bit of annoyance showing in her voice, "What do you want with him?"

"Is of little importance to you,"the mysterious caller replied," but of vital importance to me, and your son. This is extremely urgent. If you would be so kind, put him on" Chichi let out a small growl of annoyance, and went to look for her son

Twelve year old Son Gohan was taking a short break from the incessant studies forced upon him since the defeat of Cell. Actually, scratch that, he was napping under a tree for three hours and counting. Son Chichi was not pleased. And neither was her frying pan.

!!CLANG!!

"Mom!" Gohan sputtered indignantly, "Not necessary!

"Aren't you supposed to be in your room finishing up that trigonometry textbook?" His very peeved mother replied, "Oh, by the way, there's some strange woman on the phone, and she's asking for you. Better not tell me that she's a drug dealer..."

"Mom," Gohan said, even more indignantly than before, "you know full well I don't do drugs. Phone please?"

"Fine." His mother huffed, and stormed away. Gohan slowly pressed his ear tho the phone.

"You asked for me?"

"Ah. You must be Gohan," Said the cold, feminine voice, "I need you to do something for me.

"And what exactly would that be?" Gohan asked questioningly, "And how long will it take? My mom will murder me if I'm gone for more than three hours!"

"You need not worry," said the voice, "To you mother, and all others in this world, tour task and journey will only seem to take moments."

"Sounds good." Gohan replied tentatively, "What do you want me to do?" Wait a minute, Gohan thought, Task? Journey? What am I getting myself into?

"Wonderful," the voice exclaimed, if you can call the slight bit of emotion an exclamation, "I assume you can fly, correct?"

Gohan spluttered. How had she known that?

"Of course you can, how silly of me," the voice continued. "I can only tell you this once, so listen carefully. I need you to fly over to the Satan City train station, take the elevator down to the third basement level, and get on a train"

Trains on the basement level? Gohan thought How odd...

"Goodbye Gohan," the voice concluded, and do please hurry"

Gohan tapped his food, impatiently waiting for the elevator to arrive. It was only a matter of time before his mother got over her spat with the phone and bother to call Bulma at Capsule Corp.. I don't think my excuse is going to last very long, He thought. Finally the elevator arrived, and the doors slid open. Gohan quickly ducked inside, and jabbed the 'Door Close' button with one finger. The button shattered, but the door closed. More carefully this time, he pushed the button labeled 'B3' and waited for the elevator to stop.

That's all for today! Get ready for the adventure into the digital world in Chapter 2! Sorry if its a little short, but I didn't want to make this chapter overkill.

TTFN!