Hey, it's me! Finally, the editing of Gohan and the Goblet of Fire! The introduction of new friends, new foes, chilling twists and a grand new adventure! Review!

Prologue

In the village of Little Hangleton, Frank Bryce sat in his small cottage and placed his tea onto the stove and turned it on. He let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair and waited for the tea to finish. His leg ached slightly, a reminder of his days in the Second World War. After the war had ended, he had returned to town and taken a job working as the gardener for the Riddles. They weren't horrible, but they had been the talk of town after their son, Tom Riddle had come back after running off with some girl from a shack, raving that he had been brainwashed. A while after the war, one night, he had seen a young man head up to the Riddle's mansion. The next day, a maid ran through the town, screaming that the Riddles were dead in their living room. The police had come after him first, given that he was the Riddles's gardener and had the only key to the house besides the Riddles. And even worse, no one else had seen the dark haired boy that Frank had seen heading for the Riddle's Manor. Just when he thought that he was never going to see the light of day again, the doctor came back with surprising news. The Riddles had no visible marks on their bodies at all, no signs of death at all. They simply had terrified looks on their faces. But, they simply couldn't have died of fright, right? The police had been forced to let Frank go. To the surprise of many, Frank had returned back to his small cottage near the mansion. Frank himself wasn't sure why he had come back. Perhaps it was because he had nowhere to go. Over the years, he remained here, tending the garden through the mansion's various owners. The mansion's current owner never came around, merely paying Frank for his work. He kept the mansion for "tax reasons." Now, Frank was nearing his seventy seventh birthday, was almost deaf, with his aching leg. And it didn't help that the neighborhood boys vandalized the property just to spite him, probably because of the rumors about him. In fact, the police had come by just the other day. Apparently, someone had attacked and killed a teenage girl a few days was prior, and no one had seen the crime happen. So, naturally, the police had come to him first. But, as he had pointed out, his leg was practically useless. How was he supposed to chase anyone? So, they had left him alone. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the rusty gate opening slightly. He let out a snarl as he stood up.

"Damn kids!" He snarled as he hobbled to the window. He wasn't in the mood to chase after them again. But, to his surprise, he saw not a group of kids, but one lone figure in some sort of cloak that covered his entire figure. He couldn't see much from his house as the figure walked towards the mansion. In fact, all he could see was that the figure was about five to six feet tall. He couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. He watched as the figure strode up to the door and walked inside, the doors flying shut behind it. What surprised, and partially chilled Frank, was that it didn't appear that the figure hadn't laid a finger on the doors. They had opened by themselves. That thought sent a chill down his spine. Despite his better judgment, he grabbed his cane and got to his feet. He hobbled out the door of his home and slowly headed up the path towards the Riddle Manor, despite his body screaming at him not to. For all he knew, this could be the killer, hiding out until morning. After several minutes, he reached the front door. Upon looking at it, he could see no visible marks on the door. He shivered as he pulled his key out and shakily fitted it into the hole, pulling the door open as silently as he could and closed it behind him, making a soft thud. He looked around. The house was in total ruin. And, it didn't looked disturbed, which didn't make any sense at all, because he knew he had seen someone walk in. He frowned at a fallen lamp on a nearby desk. He could have sworn that that lamp had been in the bedroom. He muttered as he walked over to the lamp and picked it up. Rather, he tried to pick it up. The lamp leaned upright, and made a clicking noise, getting a surprised reaction from Frank. The floor rumbled, and then dropped away, causing the man to yet out a shocked yell as he fell through the floor. He slammed into a cool metal floor, causing him to let out a choked gasp. A fall like that knocked the wind out of him. He was lucky that his leg hadn't broken. He groaned as he pulled himself up to his feet and looked around.

"What the bloody hell is this?" he muttered as he looked around. He looked up to see the metal trapdoor close, trapping him inside. He looked around. He was in what appeared to be a metal tunnel. He had no idea that this place had existed. He had never seen any kind of construction around here. He cautiously hobbled forward.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" a figure chuckled as he watched Frank hobble forward on a monitor screen. He chuckled as he picked up a device.

"We've got a guest." He said.

"Who?"

"Looks like the old muggle that does the garden. No threat. Whadda you want me to do?" The figure chuckled.

"Nothing. I'll greet him. You're still in trouble over your little stunt the other day. You're lucky that you're not expendable." The voice snarled. The figure chuckled.

"Oh please. Bitch was asking for it. But, your call, boss." The figure chuckled as he shut the device off and placed his feet up.

Frank shivered slightly, hearing nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. Then, he turned around the next corridor, and let out a startled yell at what was in front of him. What looked like a teenage boy was floating in a vat of clear liquid. He was clad only in shorts.

"You okay, kid?" Frank asked out loud as he tapped on the glass. The creature didn't answer him. Frank shivered, and quickly kept moving, getting a bad feeling. He tapped on the first metal door to his left, causing it to open. Frank choked at the smell that came out. The room was bare, similar to a dungeon. And it looked like there was a dark stain on the floor. Frank let out a little choke. He knew what that was.

"Blood…" he gasped softly as he backed out of the room. What the hell was this place? He had to get out of here. He hobbled forward, a cold fear washing over him.

"Getting warmer, old man." The figure chuckled. Frank stumbled slightly as he hurried forward in the corridor. He had seen enough. He didn't want to meet whoever it was that owned this place. He let out a soft gasp when he saw a portrait on a wall, recognizing the man immediately. Adolf Hitler. There were other portraits on the wall as well, which Frank recognized as well as other monsters from history. Mussolini, Stalin, Fidel Castro… whoever owned this place was not a supporter of peace. He stopped cold when he heard voices nearby.

"…. Don't press yourself too much in this form, sir, it took long enough to get you adjusted to it, not to mention the increased rate of deterioration. Your last attempt barely lasted 48 hours. Perhaps if you could provide your DNA, we could recreate your original form…" One voice was saying.

"NO! It must be this form! I don't care about the risks!" another voice snarled. Frank breathed softly as he inched towards the open door, where he could also smell the aroma of several kinds of foods, indicating that whoever was in charge of this place was having a feast.

"And you have been practically worthless, Wormtail. You almost ruined everything. You should be fortunate that our new agent intercepted you and turned Bretha Jorkins from a problem to a wonderful gift. She ended up being a wealth of information. He will be the perfect agent for the future." The man chuckled.

"No, master, he is dangerous! Pure evil! I saw what he did to Bertha to get that information! And I saw what he did to that muggle girl, just for his pleasure and amusement!" a voice that Frank assumed was Wormtail gasped, before howling in pain. Frank trembled. He didn't know what a muggle was, but they were talking about that girl who had been killed.

"Exactly, you fool! He is nothing like his original! We made him like that! He has no emotions, no mercy…no humanity. And, yes, he may be insane, but he is more sane than the rest. Enough to act normally and many of them couldn't even handle their power, and went insane. Besides, her mind and body were broken. Letting him kill her was the humane thing to do." A deep voice chuckled.

"Still a psychopath." A soft voice muttered. This generated laughter.

"Oh, you're one to talk about being a psychopath, legendary super saiyan!" a nasal voice laughed.

"Don't worry, they won't be the last. A few more murders, and the world will be ours for the taking! To the Confederacy of Independent Wizarding Nations!" the deep voice laughed, getting cheers in response. Frank gritted his teeth. These men were talking about murder, conquering the world. He didn't know what this Confederacy or wizard was, but he resolved to find a way out of this place and go straight to the police, and lead them back here.

"I think it's about time that our guest introduces himself. Yes, old man, I'm talking to you." The deep voice chuckled, making Frank's blood go cold. He slowly backed up.

CLICK! He froze as he felt something press into his back.

"Going somewhere, old man?" a voice full of cruelty chuckled behind him. He pushed Frank forward, through the doors. Fran kgasped. In front of him was a long table. At the head of it, was someone he recognized.

"You! But… you're dead!" the old man gasped as he pointed at the android Cell, who was dressed in dark robes that covered his figure. Cell and the other people at the table chuckled at Frank's little declaration. Frank finally got a look at the other occupants. One looked like a purple lizard, one looked like a young man with long black hair, a green creature with orange hair, and one was an old man dressed in goody clothes with a red bow logo on them. There was also a small man cringing in a corner, and a figure completely covered in a black suit, sitting near Cell's left. Frank couldn't see a single piece of skin. He managed to steal a glance behind him, to look at the man behind him. He was completely shrouded in black as well.

"Well, sir, things are never what they seem. Hercule lied, old man." Then, Cell paused and laughed.

"Oh, where are my manners? I didn't offer you any food. Would you like any of this? This steak is imported from Greece, the chicken's from China…" Cell chuckled.

"I heard you. You've killed. And you killed that girl in town. I'm going to the police." Frank said, showing bravery. Everyone roared with laughter, to his surprise.

"I vapozied an entire army! What do you expect the popo to do?" Cell grinned.

"I see you're a fan of my work. I'll be honest, she cried a lot. But the bitch was asking for it." The man behind Cell chuckled.

"That's something I need to reprogram." The old man frowned.

"Ah, leave it." Cell chuckled.

"And you! Why don't you show your face like a man?" he roared at the figure next to Cell, who chuckled.

"If that's what you want." The man smiled as he pulled off his mask. The old man gaped in shock and let out a splitting scream of horror, so loud that he was unable to hear the spell being muttered or the sound of the gunshot. Either way, he collapsed to the ground, dead instantly.

"That was fun. What's next?" The man behind him chuckled as he lowered his smoking gun.

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