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Tien, Shin, Krillin, and Vegeta landed on the lookout to find Yamcha and the Mutants waiting for them. "So... now what?" Rogue asked looking down at the world far below them.
"For now there is nothing more that we can do." Shin replied. "In a few months time the Dragonballs of Planet Namek shall be restored. Then we can reverse this damage, revive your friend, and send you all home. Until then... we merely wait."
"Can... can she really be revived?" Rogue asked.
"Ya, don't worry." Yamcha said. "She'll be alive again before you know it!"
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Gokan landed in the crater that had once been a large city and looked about at the devastation. Turning, he looked behind him as Magneto landed unsteadily to the ground. "So then, it's finally over." the Mutant said gazing at the destruction as well. "S.H.E.I.L.D. has been destroyed by it's own creation."
The Fusion nodded as a loud roar filled the air. He, Goten, Trunks, Magneto, Hogan, and Kurt all turned to look as the Blackbird descended and landed not too far away. A moment later Charles emerged along with a few Mutants including Collosus and Siren. "Eric." Charles said as he moved toward the group.
"Charles."
"This is quite the mess." the telepath said. "And it will take much work to begin mending from this."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Gokan said gazing off into the distance. "Wait here." With that he lifted into the air and took off faster than they could see. A moment later a spark of blue marked his return, at a slower pace than his departure. It was soon obvious why he was moving slower, he was holding a news chopper over his head. A moment later he landed and set the chopper down, the occupants climbing out slowly and looking around nervously. Gokan turned and looked over to the others again.
"These guys were filming." he said. "They were doing some traffic stuff before Morana blew up the city. They got the entire battle on film, live across the world!" The three Humans from the chopper were still gazing at the devastation and at the assortment of people before them. Suddenly Hogan began to glow and then he split apart into Hank and Wolverine once more.
The reporter blinked as he saw this but shook it off and then spoke, the cameraman beside him turning from the damage to film the Muntants and Z Fighters. "Um... we heard the other man's speech... Piccolo I think was his name. Could... Could you tell us what he meant about you being from another world?"
"Well... we're from a different universe all together." Gokan said scratching the back of his head.
"We should find Jean's body. And those of your friends too." Logan said after a moment of silence. "They deserve a propper burial."
Gokan grinned. "Oh, don't worry about that too much! Once we get home we'll have the Eternal Dragon revive the three of them. And he might even be able to do something about the others that died and about the city too."
"How is that possible?" Magneto asked.
"Shenron can do a lot of things. Same with Porunga. Our world was nothing but dust about a month ago. Porunga restored the planet and revived everyone! I don't know if his powers can reach through to this universe though... but we can at least try." For the next three hours the news crew interviewed the Mutants and Z Fighters, and filmed them talking with each other. The entire thing broadcast live around the world.
"So, what's this big news Bulma?" Vegeta asked walking into her lab with Hercule, Chi-Chi, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, 18, and the Mutants behind him. It had been two months since the Mutants had arrived in their universe, and it would be another month before Porunga was back again. But a few hours ago Bulma had sent Vegeta out to the Son home to retrieve the Mutants without a word as to why.
"Well, I was going over the bits and pieces of the transporter. The extra one I mean, from their universe. And I went over the data in my computer too, reading all the looping and feedback information. And I built this." she turned and pointed to a device standing in the middle of the lab. It looked like some kind of metal archway.
"And what exactly is it?" Chi-Chi asked.
"A dimensional portal generator." she said proudly. "I've run several hundred tests on it in the last two days and it's now fully calibrated and operational. I used the data in the computer to coordinate the destination point. Oh, and I built a second one over there." she pointed over to another leaning against a wall. "This thing can only maintain a stable portal in open space for about 2 seconds. But once that generator is on the otherside... Well, I can keep the portal open indefinitely!"
"Wait..." Storm said. "You mean... this thing can get us home? Today?"
Bulma nodded. "Sure can! And we can get the others home too!" 18 reached out an arm and caught Chi-Chi as she fainted. Shaking her head Bulma continued. "Anyway. I'll need your help first Vegeta."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, that gateway weighs about 800 pounds, neither I or the Mutants can carry it. And it can't be capsulized, it'd explode. Plus, none of us are fast enough to pass through the portal before it closes. I need you to take it through to the other universe, track down Goku and the others, and set that up on their end. The code to turn it on is our aniversary, so just punch that in and we'll have a stable path between there and here!"
"Hmmmm. All right, I'll do it."
"Really? Great!" Bulma turned around and punched in a bunch of numbers real quick. "Alright, the next number will activate the portal. Go get the other generator."
Vegeta moved across the room and hefted the other device up onto his back. Moving back over he noted that it was a bit smaller than the one Bulma was using, she'd probably done that so it'd fit through. "Alright, ready when you are."
Bulma nodded. "Here we go!" she pushed the button and the space between the archway rippled and a desolated landscape appeared. Vegeta didn't have time to think about that and sped through the portal which closed behind him a moment later.
"Ooof!" Vegeta cried falling face first into the dirt, the heavy generator laying on his back. "Ugh, my power's gone! Damn, I should have guessed that'd happen." he growled as he quickly ascended to the second level. "Man, I'm even weaker here than in those blasted supression fields." he mumbled as he climbed to his feet. As he stood he looked around. "What happened here? Well, I'll just ask Kakkarotto and the others when I find them."
He closed his eyes and reached out with his senses. It took him a few minutes to scan the planet and then he growled. "I can't feel anything with any real power anywhere! This had better be the right universe woman!" With a grunt he picked up the generator and lifted into the air. He sensed out the closest group of powers and flew off in that direction. As he flew he gazed at the damage. It looked like a battle had gone on, a really big one. "Well, at least they didn't get to have a vacation while we fought Bastion." he said smirking.
It took him an hour to reach the powers he'd felt. It was a small town and he floated down to land in the city, the people all giving him looks. As he touched down on the sidewalk he set the generator beside him and leaned against it to catch his breath. "How the hell am I supposed to find them around here anyway?" Suddenly he heard a voice he recognized and turned to look in the store window beside him.
There were TVs on display and on the screen was Gohan and some old bald guy he didn't know and they were talking to a reporter. Behind them he saw others he didn't recognize as well as Goku, Goten, and Trunks. Down in the bottom left corner was the word 'Live'. Vegeta grinned.
He turned to a nearby person, who was still gawking at him. "Where's this at?" he asked.
"Uh... that... that's coming from down in D.C."
"D.C.? Where the hell is D.C.?"
The guy just flapped his mouth trying to come up with an aswer. Vegeta sighed. "Alright, how would I get in touch with one of those people?" he thumbed at the screen.
"Er, well. I wouldn't know." the guy said.
"I would." came a voice from above him. Vegeta looked up as a man in red and with a purple cape landed. Magneto still wore his same outfit but his helmet was not on. He floated down and landed. "Whether I tell you depends on who you are and why you want to speak with them."
"You must be another Mutant." Vegeta said looking him over. "I thought it was dangerous for you guys to be out on the streets like this?" Vegeta shook his head. "No matter. I'm looking for them so I can get them home."
"Get them home?" Magneto asked. Suddenly he grinned. "Would you be Vegeta by chance?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I would."
"Thought you looked familair. The hair and eye color threw me off. Your son was showing everyone your picture for days. Come on, I'll lead you down to D.C." Magneto reached out a hand and the large generator lifted into the air. Vegeta raised the other eyebrow at that but lifted up as well and followed the Mutant.
"So, what exactly is this thing? And how did you get here? Your friends said it would be a month yet before Porunga could get them home."
"Yes. But my mate is probably the smartest person in any universe. That is their ticket home. I came through a similar one. Once we have it set up we can link between this world and mine."
Magneto nodded and they flew the rest of the way in silence. It took almost two hours for them to reach the city that Vegeta assumed had to be D.C. as the Mutant began to descend. They landed outside a large building and Magneto used his powers to open the doors so they could enter. Vegeta gazed around at the numerous security guards that filled the lobby. Almost instantly several of them moved in. "Magneto... I thought you were overseeing the dismanteling of the Sentinel Factory up in Pennsylvania?" a large blue furred man said as he pushed through the guards.
"I was, but then this man showed up. He's from the other universe, and he has a way to get everyone home again."
Hank looked over to Vegeta and then turned. "Come, follow me." he said. Vegeta followed behind him with Magneto taking up the rear. "We owe your friends a lot." Hank said after a moment. "They probably saved this world from complete destruction. Not to mention brought about peace talks. The Humans may still be afraid of us but they're now far more afraid of what they might become themselves if they give in to their hate."
As they moved through the halls Vegeta noticed several pictures along the walls, all professionally done. They depcited Goku and the others, as well as several other people. He had a chance to note the names on the plaques beneath several of them. One was of Goku and 'the President' and another that was of a large group of people. A moment later they passed through another doorway and into a large room full of lights, cameras, and people.
"D... Dad!" Trunks cried as he walked in, interrupting the press conference. He ran over quickly and jumped up into Vegeta's chest.
"Hey squirt."
"Vegeta!" Goku cheered waving. "Hey, how'd you get here?"
"Bulma's got a new invention. One that works this time. I'm here to take you guys home, and to bring the other Mutants back too."
"Ya! Alright Bulma!" Gohan cried happily.
Magneto moved the generator over onto the stage and set it down. Vegeta moved to the key pad and punched in the activation code. The space within the archway shimmered and Bulma's lab came into view, the others still sitting around in wait. "Professor!" Storm cried as she spied him and then the large room. She and the others passed through to murmmurs and whispers. "What's going on?" she asked gazing around the room.
Xavier turned to look out at the crowd of people. "Peace." he said simply.
The generator was later moved to the basement of the building, which was now the new Mutant Human Relations Offices, headed by Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr. During the month between Vegeta's arrival and the restoration of the Namekian Dragonballs the generator was used several times and Gohan continued to aid Xavier and the Mutants in their efforts for peace. And then the day came, the Dragonballs of Namek were restored. Using his Instant Transmission, Goku took the large group (Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Vegeta, Hercule, 18, Krillin, Yamcha, Dende, Siren, Xavier, Wolverine, Storm, Rogue, Scott, Hank, Kurt, and Magneto) to New Namek.
"So, we can use the Dragonballs then?" Dende asked.
Moray nodded. "Yes."
"Ah, thanks!" Goku cheered as the Nameks brought the balls out. A moment later the skies darkened as Dende summoned Porunga once more.
"Why have you summoned me to this plain? You have three wishes, speak them now and it shall be so." Porunga boomed from high above them.
"Oh man... he's... huge!" Kurt cried.
"Ya, he's a sight all right." Gohan replied. "You have the wishes Dende?"
The Namek nodded. "Porunga! We wish you to restore the city of Manhattan that was destroyed by Morana in the universe the X-Men are from!"
Porunga growled, it's eyes glowing fiercely. "You keep asking... for the difficult." he rumbled. "But it has been done." the glow in his eyes faded away once more.
Dende nodded. "Alright, now revive all the good people killed by Morana!"
Porunga's eyes began to glow again. "There, they have been revived."
"Woohoo!" Goku cheered. "One more wish!"
"Right." Dende said. "The last wish is to revive all those killed by Bastion!"
Porunga's eyes narrowed a bit. "This... cannot be done."
"Wha... why not?" Rouge yelled up.
"Those killed by Bastion span two dimensions. I can not effect both with one wish."
"Well..." Goku began scratching his head. "We're mainly trying to revive Kitty and those killed in West City, right?"
"Yes." Charles said. "The people of your world should not have to pay for our world's mistakes."
Dende nodded. "Okay. Porunga, revive those from this universe then!"
"It shall be done."
And so the damage was undone. Most of those killed by the dimensional shifts were all revived. The city of Manhattan was, to the shock of it's people, restored to pristine condition. Not everything was as it had been however. The portal between dimensions remained open. Gohan and Piccolo often spent months in the other universe helping to promote peace and to capture both Mutant and Human alike that continued to resist. And life... moved on.