Brothers Under the Sun Book 2:
The Quest for the Dragon Balls Begins

Chapter 1: SLYTHERIN!

"Well, this is certainly different. I have never been pulled out of my rest so soon after a sorting. And for a new student. And you are certainly new. I see, you are Harry Potter's, excuse, Prince Colli's brother." Vegeta was surprised that the hat knew, "Oh, don't be so surprised. You see, there's nothing hidden in your head that I can't see. That's why I am the one to do all the sorting every year. Now, where to put you. Hmm, as much as I'd like to put you with your brother, I have a distinct feeling that I should put you in SLYTHERIN!"

The table on the far right applauded grandly. The Slytherins were finally getting someone befitting their stature, a prince.

As Professor McGonagall pulled off the hat, Vegeta started back towards the table where his brother was sitting. "Excuse me, young man." Professor McGonagall stopped him, "Your house table is over there." She gestured to the cheering Slytherins. "That's the Gryffindor table."

Vegeta growled, "I know that, pitiful human teacher, however, I wish to sit with my brother."

Professor McGonagall attempted not to get upset, after all, he was a new student. "I'm afraid you have to sit with your house at meals, Mr, erm, Vegeta."

"I was told that my staying here at this sorry school was so that I could be with my brother. So I will sit with my brother!" he told her, "I don't care what some stupid hat says, I'll sit and stay where I like."

Professor Dumbledore stood and droned kindly, "Yes, I understand you wish to be with your brother, but, perhaps, since this is your first day, you should get to know your house mates. After all, everything you do effects them now."

Vegeta was about to protest yet again, but Nappa clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Fine," he snapped, "I will sit with them, this one meal. But I will NOT sleep with them, I will NOT have anything more to do with them then I wish to." he glowered at the Headmaster, daring him to tell him otherwise.

All the students watched with suspense. No one ever spoke like that to Professor McGonagall, and never to the Headmaster. And never ever had anyone challenged the Sorting Hat. It just wasn't done.

Dumbledore nodded congenially, "That's all I ask."

Vegeta turned his nose up at Nappa, angry at being betrayed even in such a small way, and made his way to the snakes. He sat down at an empty space, and made no attempt at conversation as he ate his breakfast. Like all Saiyans do, he had a voracious appetite and devoured a terrible lot of food.

'The house elves must be having a field day,' Dumbledore thought to himself, 'I am pleased that my spell worked on the Hat. Now, I just need to do everything I can to turn them against one another.'

Vegeta was doing a good job of ignoring the other Slytherins, until one boy came and sat down next to him. Vegeta glanced up from his kippers with a look that he hoped sufficiently conveyed his wish for the platinum blonde boy to leave.

"So, you're Potter's brother, a Prince? What a surprise." the boy reeked of arrogance.

Vegeta smirked, "Really? Why?"

"Well, he's so pathetic, really. Look at him, friends with a penniless blood-traitor and a mud blood." he whispered. "Oh, a mud-blood is a wizard or witch without magical descent. The polite term is muggle born, but we only use that around teachers. A blood-traitor is a full-blooded wizard or witch who turns against the fact that purebloods are just naturally stronger. By the way, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I'm the heir to one of the oldest pureblood families."

Vegeta feigned genuine curiosity, "Truly? And how many of these full-blooded families are there?"

Draco thought about it, "Not very many actually. The old ways are dying out, sadly. But, soon, something will be done about that."

"Then I suppose that most of you purebloods end up marrying cousins, correct? To get more purebloods like yourself?" Vegeta asked, still feigning just an innocent nature, waiting for this Malfoy boy to fall into his trap.

Again Draco thought, "Yeah," Where was the new kid going with this train of thought?

Vegeta grinned, "That explains why you're so stupid, you're the product of inbreeding." he clapped the other boy, shocked to beat all hell at his words, hard on the back, "I feel for you, Malfoy, I really do."

AN: And the new book as begun. How long can Vegeta last without killing Malfoy?