The Anime Crossover You All Have (not) Been Waiting For...

Dragonball/Speed Racer: Giant Monkeys Searching For Food...!

Two worlds collide, when, tagging along for the Worldwide Multidimensional Race (which, of course, Speed has entered), the Go Team meets the young Saiyan, Goku. When Chim-Chim accidentally drinks a growth formula meant for the Turtle Hermit's lost hair, it's monkey mayhem when the full moon comes out! Will this ruin Bulma's plans to collect the Dragon Balls? Will this hinder Master Roshi's plans to mack on Trixie? Will this wreck Speed's chances at winning the race? (especially when the supersized Chim-Chim tries to stow away in the Mach 5's trunk!) Find out in this special, 'Giant Monkeys Searching For Food', or, 'Yes, We Have No Bananas'!

"I work to save the world from the threat of energy sapping criminals!"

"So? I help save the world from sure destruction by giant unknown aliens!"

"Well, I was entrusted to take care of Giant Robo while really young on my father's deathbed!"

"Heh heh... you don't even want to know what I had to go through to start piloting Eva 01..."

"Oh, come on, I know the only reason you do it is to have a chance to get with Asuka or Rei."

"What?! What kind of person do you think I am?! Idiot!"

"Wimp!"

"..."

Ikari Shinji vs. Kusama Daisaku...

'I'M The Better Angsty Pre-Teen With A Giant Mech!'

This isn't 'Fist of the North Star'. Hmm... 'Fist of the Evangelion'... Starring Ken Shinji, a depressed wanderer, searching for the meaning of life, and exploding heads along the way.

Ken: You don't know it, but you're already dead... inside. All of us are. Why do I fight anyway? Is is because Father tells me to? Is it for the future of this post-apocalyptic wasteland? Is it--

[He is interrupted by a crazed figure running towards him. His white hair doesn't contrast at all with his pale skin.]

Running Guy: I am Kaworu, come to kill you Ken Shinji!

[Ken sticks out a finger in time for Kaworu to run into it and his head explodes.]

Ken: Oh yeah, that's why I do it... making heads explode is fun.

Soun was ecstatic. The postcard had come today! Finally, the union of the schools of Anything Goes Martial Arts would be complete! His daughters were considerably less excited, but once his friend arrived...

Someone was at the door -- it had to be them! Soun ran to the entrance, met by oldest daughter Kasumi as he threw open the door. "Konnichi wa! We've been waiting... for..." He trailed off, speech failing him as he realized he was speaking to a panda.

Beside him, Kasumi blinked calmly. "Daddy, is this your friend?"

Soun returned an expression of utter confusion. 'Last time we met, he wasn't a panda,' he thought absently.

Suddenly, the panda grabbed a figure off of his shoulder and presented him to Soun. Could it be... The boy was short, with red hair in a ponytail and a slightly effeminate face. "You... wouldn't be..."

The boy gave a look of embarrassment. "Himura Kenshin de gozaru yo. Sorry about this."

"Come now," the form said beguilingly. "You know you cannot resist me. Why don't you come closer?"

The smaller figure paused, trembling slightly. "No.. No. I have nothing.. I've spent my all for you. I have given you everything I have! Why must you treat me so?"

The first gave a curious look, a small crease marring an otherwise perfect front. "What are you talking about? You told me you would take care of me forever."

"I don't think I can anymore," he sobbed. "The more I give.. the more I do for you.. you never seem to be satisfied. And I can't take it anymore. It's not fair! Why don't you ever think about -my- needs?"

"There, there," the larger of the pair soothed, stroking the other's leather coat. "Don't say that... I got something for you."

He looked up from his sniffling. "What?"

"You were complaining about being empty.. so I bought you a whole new box of checks. Now you'll -never- run out and be stopped from buying me!" The doujinshi beamed in that way only a slender book with a shiny color cover and duotone insides can.

"No, you don't understand! I still have plenty of -checks-, it's the -money-..."

"Hmph. So long as you don't try to sell me like some common street tramp again."

"Um..."