IMPORTANT::: Please note that I will be equalizing out the power levels of those from the DBZ universe to those in the Bleach universe. I am fully aware that DBZ characters are much stronger than those in Bleach, given their abilities to destroy planets by flicking them. But for the sake of this fic, I am going to say that their powers even out. It will be explained later on, I promise. It's just that if I placed the DBZ characters in there as is, then they would just beat the crap out of Aizen and then the end. Where's the fun in that? So please, if you do not like this, then simply do not continue reading. It is a fanfiction after all, it's not going to be just like canon. Thanks for your understanding, and enjoy!

Sora Nariko looked around her with slight interest as she followed Shinji down the school hallways.

"Are you sure the kid we're looking for is here?" she asked, lacing her hands behind her head, her short fray of pink hair glancing brightly from the sun coming in through the windows. Her stormy gray eyes darted around and a coy smirk came to her lips.

There was quite a bit of eye candy in the human world, she had to admit.

"Of course I'm sure," sighed Shinji, "Now stop talking about it and act natural."

"I don't think you want me to act natural here, Shinji," Sora grinned lightly.

Shinji gave an exasperated sigh, "I swear, even at your age you still act like a child."

They finally stopped outside a room and Shinji peered in. It still was strange to Sora how uniform his hair was. Did he cut it every single day? It was longer back when they were still in the Soul Society, so she knew it was capable of getting long…

"This is it," Shinji muttered, glancing back at her, "Are you ready?"

"Probably not."

"Sora."

"I was kidding. Mostly."

Shinji sighed and shook his head, "I'm starting to think bringing Hyori with me would have been a better idea."

"Oh, yeah that would have gone fantastic when she starting beating the hell out of the first person who looked at her funny."

"Come on," Shinji opened the door, "They seem to be expecting us."

*.*.*

"It's really over…"

Trunks blinked up at the sun from where he sat beside his twin, Emi. They two of them were outside of Capsule Corp, the huge dome like building casting a shadow on them. Emi looked over at her brother. So much had changed since they arrived here to help defeat the androids. Neither of them would have ever suspected Gero had another experiment up his sleeve. Cell… It had been a lot of hard work, and Trunks had nearly gotten killed toward the end. Emi had pushed him out of the way and took the blast herself. From the stories, she understood their father went into a hysteric rage and attacked Cell with everything he had in response to this. Emi was still fathomed that her father, which had been so cold toward her and Trunks since they arrived, even through the collective four years they spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber training together, would react like that to her demise.

Unfortunately, even with Trunks joining in to help, it wasn't enough. They were both beaten badly, nearly killed themselves, before Gohan managed to muster up the strength to end Cell for good. Emi still hoped that was true, since even after Cell self-destructed he still managed to reform. And Goku had sacrificed himself to keep them from the blast as well. He also refused to be wished back to life like Emi was, claiming that he was the reason the Earth fell into peril so much.

He wasn't exactly wrong. Frieza had nearly destroyed the world on his revenge rampage when he came to Earth searching for Goku who hadn't even arrived back on the planet from his adventure at Namek. However, that was when Emi and Trunks first arrived in this time universe, and they ended Frieza before he could harm a single fly, along with the bastard's father.

But now, with everything done, and this universe safe once again, it was time for Emi and Trunks to return to their own timeline. Which reminded her.

"It isn't over," she corrected her brother, looking over at him, her long lavender hair swaying in its high kept pony tail, "We still have to free our own timeline from 17 and 18."

Emi had her mother's large blue eyes, but her father's sharp nose. She was wearing an outfit similar to Trunks', the half jacket with the Capsule Corp symbol on the shoulder, the yellow cargo boots, the sword strapped across her back, however instead of jeans and a black tank top, she had a skirt and a black sports bra.

"You're right," sighed Trunks, leaning back, "It's what we came here for in the first place. To get strong enough to defeat them at last. But still…" he looked around a little reluctantly, "I wish we could somehow take father and the others with us that aren't in our time anymore."

"They belong here," said Emi, glancing away, "No matter your feelings."

"You mean you don't wish the same thing, Emi?" Trunks asked, looking at her.

Emi remained silent. Of course she wished she could have her father in her world. But that wasn't possible. So what was the point in thinking about it? Of wishing it? Besides, Emi was never one for sharing her feelings. Even to Trunks.

"Alright," sighed Trunks, getting to his feet. It was that tone, that disappointed but accepting tone he would have when he knew he wasn't going to get Emi to open up, "I suppose it's time to go then. Have everything?"

"I think so."

"Then let's go say our goodbyes."

The two walked over toward the front of the building where their time machine was waiting. Their mother, Bulma, was sitting in the grass near it watching two little twin babies playing with one another. It was still strange to Emi looking at them and realizing that they were herself and Trunks. But now, they would grow up with their family whole and not fearing for their lives nearly every step of the way like they were in Emi's timeline. She nearly scowled in anger. Somehow it wasn't fair that going back and freeing this universe from the android threat didn't alter their own. But like Trunks said, they came back here to get stronger.

And that they did.

"Leaving?" Bulma looked up with a slightly sorrowful face.

Emi looked over her mother's young face with calculated look. It was strange seeing Bulma like this, without the lines of her face worn there by years of constant worry.

"Yes, we need to go back to our own time," said Trunks.

"Good luck," said Gohan, stepping forward.

It was very odd seeing her old mentor as a preteen. Gohan was only 12, and he had destroyed Cell practically on his own. His power was outstanding. Possibly even surpassing his father's.

"Luck isn't needed," Emi said softly, looking over Gohan with her vivid blue eyes.

He met her gaze and offered her a small smile, but the way his brow furrowed suggested he was worried about how monotone she said the words.

As they made to climb into their time machine, waving goodbye to so many faces that weren't alive in their time, Krillin, Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, Chiaotzu… Emi made eye contact with Vegeta, her father.

He was leaning on a tree back away from everyone else.

"Dad," Trunks nodded toward him in farewell.

Vegeta held up two fingers that were firmly pressed together. Maybe an attempt at a peace sign, or maybe and old Saiyan tradition of some sort. Either way Emi smiled at it, knowing that the father she never got to meet in her time respected and cared for them both.

"Bye Dad," Emi said, holding up the same symbol.

Vegeta held her gaze for a moment longer, then looked away.

Not a smile, not a hearty farewell, no hug or tears, but it was enough for Emi. Beyond enough. After all, she was fairly certain if Vegeta hugged and cried on her shoulder, she would be extremely disappointed and possibly disgusted. She wasn't like her brother, who in her eyes was a little soft when it came to emotions, and displayed them rather openly. Emi had hardened herself, and closed in. The destruction of her time had destroyed any possibility Emi had of growing up to be a carefree talkative child.

She climbed into the tight time machine with Trunks and they waved as the coordinates were set for home. Emi looked one last time at Vegeta. He glanced at her for only a moment. There was something in his eyes. They widened for a moment, as if in surprise, and he opened his mouth, but then he, along with everything of that universe, vanished.

"Well, we're going home," Trunks muttered, "Technically we spent four and a half years there. It's been so long since we've seen mom…"

"Well, let me make sure that the systems are set to bring us back a minute after we left so we don't go back to destruction," Emi muttered, looking over the controls swiftly. She had inherited a lot of her mother's smarts, and enjoyed tech and experimenting with it.

However, as she looked, she knew something was very, very wrong.

"Trunks… the controls are going nuts," she said softly.

"What?" Trunks leaned over to look and frowned, his hands starting to fly everywhere, "I can't even tell where it's trying to take us. Did something happen? Is it damaged?"

Emi bent down and cracked open one of the compartments and began to run her hands over the wires there.

"Emi? Emi!" Trunks called from overhead.

"It's short-circuiting," said Emi in a firm low tone, "Hang on, let me work."

The whole thing began to shake wildly.

"What the hell is going on?" Trunks cried.

"Hang on! Just-" Emi sat up and tried to reach for the controls, but suddenly, a world burst into view outside their window, and they crashed into the ground.

Bits of metal flew everywhere. Emi and Trunks went sailing out of the glass and landed tumbling in a field. When they finally came to a rest, Emi sat up, thankful for her half Saiyan blood for keeping her body intact. She hadn't even gotten a scratch. The stars were shining overhead, and a brilliant moon illuminated most of the sky and land about her.

"Trunks?" she looked around for her brother and spotted him laying on his back a few feet away, slowly sitting up.

"Shit, ow…" Trunks breathed, "What the hell… where are we?" he looked around.

Emi shrugged, indicating she had no idea, then she blinked and held up her hand, pointing to the silhouette of several buildings in the distance.

Trunks pulled himself to his feet and looked over to where she gestured.

"Oh a town," Trunks muttered, then glanced around himself and sighed heavily, "Man… the machine is totaled. What are we supposed to do?"

Emi began collecting the pieces of the ship. As she went she pulled out a Capsule and popped it, revealing a large storage container.

"Emi?"

"Trunks, don't just stand around," Emi said with a soft sigh, "Help me gather all the pieces you can."

"Do you have a plan? Emi the time machine is destroyed… there's no repairing this," Trunks said, but began gathering pieces as well.

"I can rebuild it," said Emi in a firm tone.

"Emi, not even you can rebuild this, I don't think Mom could. She would have to start from scratch," Trunks pressed.

Emi continued to gather all the bits she could find. Trunks gave another sigh and just started helping her, giving up entirely on talking her out of it. Emi figured at this point Trunks knew most arguments with her were pointless, whether she was right or wrong.

When every piece they could possibly find was gathered, Emi made the storage box into a Capsule again and pocketed it. She then hopped into the air and began to fly toward the town. She heard Trunks give a surprised yelp behind her and hastily follow suit.

"Emi! Wait! Wait!" he cried.

Emi glanced back, lazily perking a single brow, "What?"

"We can't just fly in there! We don't know where we are! They very well might not find flying people normal here!" Trunks said.

Emi sighed and landed, "Of course the thought crossed my mind, but I really didn't want to walk all the way. Besides, it's dark out."

Trunks landed beside her, "We don't have a choice, let's just try to be cautious, okay?"

Emi remained silent and just began to walk.

It wasn't until they reached the edge of town that Trunks plucked at her sleeve, "Hey, look there," he was pointing to a sign to their right.

Emi looked over at it and read it with mild interest, "I've never heard of a 'Karakura Town'," she admitted softly.

"Considering the lack of devastation, I know we're not in our timeline," said Trunks softly, "But I can't sense father or any of the others here. So where are we?"

Emi cast out her own senses, and frowned slightly.

"Do you feel that?" she asked, "There's power levels here, high ones, but… they feel… different somehow."

"Yeah, I do," said Trunks warily, "We should be careful. We don't know what we're dealing with here."

Emi frowned. Whatever this chi was... This new world they had stepped in to… what was it? None of this added up. She knew she had checked the engine before leaving. Knew the time machine was running perfectly. So what… what the hell happened?

*.*.*

Sora sighed heavily at Shinji's antics as they were introduced to the class. She still didn't understand why they had to do this in the first place. Become 'transfer' students in a human high school just to get close to one kid? Didn't they already know where he lived? This was unnecessarily tedious. But, oh well. Who was she to judge the great Shinji? The ass hat.

However just as he got finished writing his name backwards on the white board, three individuals entered the room. Sora glanced over and offered them a smirk. At the front was their target, Ichigo Kurosaki with his head of messy orange hair and those angular brown eyes. She had to admit, he wasn't bad looking. Pretty decent body, strong shoulders, but a little too slender for her. She liked her men muscular, not lean. Behind him were two people they had some information about, Orihime Inoue, and Yasatora Sado. Or Chad as they often heard him referred as. Orihime was a busty thing with long ginger hair and stone blue eyes, while Chad was a tall buff dark skinned Hispanic with a mop of dark brown hair that concealed his eyes in shadow.

All three looked surprised to see them, of course, they had no idea who they really were, and none of them were too good at sensing spiritual pressure just yet. Sora glanced back at the teacher as she scolded the three of them for running off in the middle of class. They slowly went to their seats, and Sora and Shinji's introduction continued.

"And we also have Shinji's sister, Sora," the teacher concluded.

Sora offered the class a wave and a snarky grin. She didn't like being passed off as Shinji's kin, but it was the easiest way to explain the two of them arriving at this school at the same time. The less suspicion the better. Even though Sora was fairly certain Shinji was planning on cutting straight to the chase with Ichigo as soon as possible.

This was still an absolutely ridiculous way to get to the kid.

Kidnapping seemed far more easy and simple.

Of course, she knew Ichigo learned to achieve Bankai while in the Soul Society. That could prove a little bothersome. Sora really didn't want to have to put out that much effort just for this punk. She still wasn't sure what Shinji saw in him. Yeah, so he reached Bankai in three days, but it was with the help of Yoriuchi and one of Kisuke's experiments. It wasn't all just because he was some badass.

Sora went and sat beside a nerdy looking boy near the front of the class with black hair and glasses. He looked at her rather warily as she sat. She met his gaze and he narrowed his eyes. Oh, right, she remembered, this must be the Quincy, Uryu Ishida. He was actually a bit decent at sensing spiritual pressure. She smirked at him which made him look away, adjusting his glasses.

The class went on, and Sora let her mind wander. She kept trying to convince herself this was for a good cause. That it would help them eventually get to Aizen. But she continued to lose focus and very quickly became bored. How many times had she been through school in the world of the living just to keep occupied? It seemed countless. After all, it was a hundred years ago she ended up here with the rest of her crew. The Visoreds.

Suddenly, Ichigo ran from the room. Sora perked up and watched him run with a strange meowing sound following him. She felt the familiar trace of a Hollow and smirked. What a good little Substitute Soul Reaper. She glanced back at Shinji and they shared an amused look.

It wasn't until night fell that they saw Ichigo again, however, as Sora predicted, Shinji planned to get straight to the point with the kid. They waited until he was out fighting a Hollow, standing on one of the roofs, watching him effectively end the thing in one swift blow.

"He's good," Shinji said with a soft smile.

"He can kill a low level Hollow with a single blow, almost any Soul Reaper can do that," Sora scoffed, "All I'll admit about the kid is that he could be a danger if he lets his own Hollow out of control."

"Of course, but he could be a great asset if he learns to control it," Shinji smirked over at her.

Sora waved him off, "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

"You first," Shinji said with a grin.

Sora sighed and unsheathed her Zanpakuto, then leapt forward and down toward the head of orange hair. He was in the middle of an argument with another Soul Reaper, the one with the afro they technically put in charge of Karakura town. Sora didn't make any allowances though. She swung down at Ichigo with practiced aim.

Ichigo whirled at the last second, his eyes going wide with shock as he barely managed to parry her in time. Sora blinked in surprise as she flipped back and landed.

"Huh. Not bad," she said, propping her sword on her shoulder, "Guess you weren't completely wrong about the kid, Shinji."

"I told you," Shinji hovered above Ichigo who turned to look at him.

"What? What's going on?!" he demanded, "You two are the transfer students from class today!"

"How observant of you," said Sora dryly.

"Who are you two? What do you want with me?" Ichigo snapped angrily.

Shinji pulled out his Hollow mask, a creepy thing to Sora, with its rectangular form and long hair like pieced that folded up and over his head. Shinji held it over half his face and then held up his Zanpakuto.

"Do you get it now?" he asked.

"A Hollow mask… and a Zanpakuto?" breathed Ichigo.

"That's right," Shinji said with an amused grin, "We're part Hollow, part Soul Reaper, Visoreds to be exact. You're one of us, Ichigo. You don't belong with them. You must know you don't belong with them."

"No, that's impossible, you don't know what you're talking about," growled Ichigo.

"Don't we?" Sora said, smirking wickedly at him, "Listen up, Ichigo. We know it's been bugging you. You're scared, poor little thing… terrified that inner Hollow is going to eat you from the inside out," she smiled cheekily.

"Shut up!" spat Ichigo.

A sudden explosion of spiritual pressure was suddenly felt from across the town. The three of them looked over, blinking in surprise.

"It was a Soul Reaper, that's for sure, but I don't recognize it…" muttered Shinji.

Sora watched as Ichigo began to leap away, "Oh look, he's getting away," she said lazily.

"Ichigo!" Shinji called after him.

"I'm a Soul Reaper! Now leave me the hell alone!" Ichigo shouted back at them, and was out of sight.

Sora glanced over at Shinji, "Well that went well."

"Maybe you talking about his Hollow eating him from the inside out made him nervous," said Shinji dryly.

"Heh, very cute. So. Who gets to tell Hyori?" Sora folded her arms.

Shinji sighed heavily, "Give me a minute," he took out his phone and flipped it open, dialing the number and pressing it to his ear. There was a moment of silence, then, "Yeah… it didn't go well," he spoke to the phone.

A chorus of shouting responded to him. Sora laughed but as Shinji and Hyori argued, she glanced out across the city. Who had that Soul Reaper been that they felt? And she could swear she could have felt another strange trace of spiritual pressure before. Was it the same one? No… the one before didn't feel like a Soul Reaper…

She couldn't shake the feeling something big was coming.

*.*.*

Emi and Trunks made their way through the streets. It was such a strange place. Not as high tech as the world they had just left, not run down like their own time line. There were no flying cars, no cycles, no sign of Capsules anywhere. No animal folk, like Oolong or Puar.

"This doesn't seem like it could be possibly related to our timeline or the one we just left," Trunks said, "It's like an entire new universe."

Emi remained silent, looking around with calculating eyes. Fascinating. How had their time machine manage to take them to a completely different world? The only thing that she could tell were similar was that were indeed on Earth. And these were humans. Humans that kept giving them curious looks. Maybe it wasn't standard to be carrying around swords on their backs…

"History must have played out differently here," Trunks said softly, "To the point where it is nothing like what we're used to. We should try and find a library and learn as much as we can about this world and its customs so that we can fit in until we know what to do."

Emi offered a small grunt in agreement. She was looking around carefully and then she felt a massive spike in an energy signature nearby. She grabbed Trunks' arm, looking in the direction of where it came from.

"What was that?" Trunks breathed, "It felt at least as strong as Frieza… Should we check it out?"

"We don't know if it's friend or foe," Emi murmured.

"And if it's something bad don't you think we should make sure no one innocent gets hurt?" Trunks pressed.

Emi sighed and nodded, but gave him a warning look.

"I know, I'll keep my power level down," said Trunks with a sigh.

Emi set off, Trunks right behind her. They ran, avoiding flight to keep their power signature undetectable. As they went, Emi could tell it was actually two power sources close together. Then, one spiked, reaching the power level of at least the second form of Cell. And the other vanished.

"Shit," hissed Trunks, "What if the thing that won is the bad guy?"

Emi shot him another look.

"Right, we don't know what qualifies as a bag guy here, I get it," sighed Trunks.

They rounded a corner and had to scramble to a stop and scurry back to hide around it once seeing people standing down the street. Peeking back out, Emi was able to pinpoint the source of that power burst easily.

It was a man with black hair done up in a faux-hawk like fashion. He wore a black set of thick robes with a ragged sort of white cape hanging from one armored shoulder. He wielded a katana in one hand, and was slowly sheathing it. Before him was a teenage boy with spiky orange hair, laying on the ground and staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Wait- Ishin?! Y-you're a Soul Reaper- I m-mean- Dad-" the boy was saying.

"That's enough, Kon," said the man, glancing at him, "I know you're not Ichigo."

"Wh-what?! But how…?" breathed the boy.

"I've known since that day we visited my wife's grave. Did you ever once hear me call you Ichigo while you were in his body?" asked Ishin.

"How is this possible?" Kon gasped, "You killed Grand Fisher! In one swipe! Even when he was all transformed!"

"He wasn't a normal Hollow…" said Ishin softly, "An Arancar… So Aizen's done it."

"I don't understand what they're talking about," Trunks whispered, "Soul Reapers? Hollows? Arancar?"

"Sh," Emi said shortly, listening intently.

"I trust you understand not to talk to Ichigo about this," said Ishin, "He can't know I'm a Soul Reaper, Kon. Not yet."

"I- uh- of course, I mean…" Kon was still just staring up at the man.

"So you killed it!"

Emi's eyes found a new man walking toward Ishin. He wore a black jacket with white striped trimming, baggy pants, a green and white striped rimmed hat, and each step he made clopped from the sandals he wore. There was also a cane in his hand, though he was young, and didn't seem to have it to help him walk. He had ruffled blond hair, and his eyes were covered in shadow, but Emi could still make out the whites of them.

"It won't be the last, will it, Kisuke?" asked Ishin.

The man called Kisuke leaned on his cane with a small sad smile, "Afraid not. And the Visoreds already found your boy."

"It's not surprise they'd be interested in him," Ishin said, "I suppose all we can do from here is wait."

"Naturally, that's what we're best at," Kisuke smirked.

"There's something else, Kisuke," said Ishin, looking him over, "I'm sure you felt it too. That weird spark of… some kind of spiritual pressure earlier. It wasn't a Hollow, or even these new Arancars, and it certainly wasn't a Soul Reaper."

"Yeah, I felt it," said Kisuke, still smirking, "Whatever it was, it masked its presence pretty fast, and pretty efficiently. I've never even felt a Soul Reaper able to conceal themselves that fast."

"Busted," muttered Trunks.

Emi elbowed him to make him silent.

"Best to keep an eye out," said Ishin, "We don't know if it's another trick of Aizen's."

"I doubt it," said Kisuke, "Aizen may be clever, but he's also quite predictable. He's only interested in Soul Reapers and Hollows and combining the two, I don't think he would have something completely different up his sleeve."

"If you say so," said Ishin, "That still doesn't mean whatever it is is our friend."

"That is true," Kisuke turned and began walking down the street, "I'll keep in touch, Ishin."

And he vanished.

Trunks and Emi blinked and exchanged a startled glance.

"Instant transmission?" breathed Trunks.

"Let's go home, Kon, before Ichigo shows up," said Ishin.

"Y-yes sir," Kon stammered and got to his feet. The two of them leapt up onto a building like it was nothing and ran off into the night.

"What just happened?" Trunks asked.

Emi stood up straight from leaning around the corner. She glanced at her brother, "I don't get it. He said Ichigo was his son, but Kon was in his son's body, so how could Ichigo be on his way here?"

"The phrases they were using…" muttered Trunks, "Soul Reapers seem to be the… good guys? I assume? That's what that man was anyway, that's what that Kon guy called him and he seemed surprised."

"And that man doesn't want his son to discover he's a Soul Reaper for some reason," said Emi softly.

"So who was the third one? And what kind of being can that Kon be to take over someone's body?" Trunks asked.

"Well, if Ichigo can somehow be on his way here, and from the phrase 'Soul Reaper'… what if he's just hosting it while the owner is away?" asked Emi in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper.

"Are you suggesting his soul is separated from his body and running around?" asked Trunks.

"They said 'Soul Reaper'," said Emi, glancing at him.

"They did, but… that just seems ludicrous."

"And being half of an alien race that is super powerful, have tails, and can transform into a giant ape under the full moon doesn't sound that way…?"

"Touché."

"From the sound of it, they were expecting more… Arancars. Which is a type of what they called Hollows… I wish I'd have seen what sort of creature it was before he killed it…" said Emi softly, "It would be much easier to gage who is on the good side here…"

"It sounds like they're going up against some guy called 'Aizen'," said Trunks.

"The Cell of their world?" Emi muttered.

"Perhaps."

They looked at one another for a moment.

"We really have no way to go home right now," said Trunks, "Not without figuring out what sort of technology this place has and if we can fix the time machine with it."

"So I suppose we need to do our best to blend in, then," said Emi.

"I wonder if this place uses our currency… we need a place to stay for the night," said Trunks, looking around.

They began to head down the streets again. There were no more sparks of power. They eventually found a motel, and mercifully, their money worked here. Considering the load that their younger mother gave them, they were pretty well off, and paying for a room for the night didn't even scratch the surface of their funds. However, they did get funny looks from their clothing, and the man behind the counter seemed nervous about their swords.

"Perhaps we should keep them packed," Trunks said once they got into their room.

Emi didn't respond. She loved her sword. She didn't want to not have it with her.

"Alright, I get it, but we need to blend in, Emi," said Trunks, "You can keep the capsule on you."

Emi conceded to that. They slept for the night, and when they awoke, Emi realized they would have to have a game plan of some kind.

"We look like we're too young to be out of school, according to these," Trunks was filtering through some teen magazine, "We might want to enroll in one to blend in."

Emi nearly snorted. She was incredibly intelligent, like her mother, and the thought of going to a school was laughable. But maybe in this universe, their intelligence was more advanced. However, guessing from the lack of flying vehicles or Capsules, her guess was not.

"We'll need a solid place to live," Trunks turned to the newspaper and began to rifle through it, "It looks about the same as the ones from home, or rather the universe we saved from Cell… Let's see, here's the housing… It looks like there's a girl looking for roommates in this add here… Orihime Inohe… she's a high school student."

Emi glanced at her brother. He was frowning in thought then looked up.

"It's worth a shot," he shrugged.

Emi sighed and flipped her hand in response, her way of saying, 'Fine, whatever.'

"Alright," said Trunks, "I'll call her up."

*.*.*

AUTHOR'S NOTE:::

This is my first cross over fic, and I noticed that there were NO Bleach/DBZ fics with OCs, and for my lovely followers, you know how much I love my OCs, I never write a fic without at least one! So this one gets two! One for the Bleach world, Sora, and one for the DBZ world, Emi.

Now, as stated above, it is going to be a little complicated to figure out comparing power levels / spiritual pressure, so just bear with me on that, because they're going to be equalized for the time being and I PROMISE I will explain why that happened in the story later on. In any case, this one took me a while to really figure out what with which universe to place it in and where to put the timelines and such, but this is what popped out, and I hope you all like it.

As always, follow if you're interested, favorite if you like it, and review regardless because I love getting feedback on my stuff, so long as it's not just outright flaming.

Thanks as always!

-Red