A fragile peace hung over the planet Earth, its seven billion inhabitants watching, waiting with bated breath. Six days previously, the entire human race was issued a dramatic ultimatum, courtesy of the monster known as Cell.

Cell was the worst monster the universe had ever seen. He was humanoid, but his body was slimy and insect-like. His muscled frame was spotted with black spots, shaded black wings protruding from a mucus-green exoskeleton. Black plates covered his shoulders and chest. Despite his gross appearance, Cell's face was oddly human-looking, most likely due its absorption of the androids 17 and 18.

Cell was a monster who had no purpose in life, threatening the planet for the sole purpose of gaining fleeting amusement from the terrified people who lived on it. Ostensibly, however, his purpose was kill Earth's greatest warrior, Son Goku, as vengeance for the former Red Ribbon Army.

Cell had given the Earth's mightiest warriors ten days to prepare for a tournament known as the Cell Games, where they would all take turns battling Cell one-by-one, lest he kill them all and destroy the Earth itself.

Currently, four days remained until the surely cataclysmic confrontation was to take place, and the Z-Fighters, the super warriors who protected the Earth and its people, were training and resting in preparation.

Son Goku, the Earth's hero, was flying over the planet's surface, his sunshine yellow hair whipping in the breeze, his blue eyes glinting in the sunlight. His hair and eyes were not normally this hue, usually being black. Right now, Goku was resting in his Super Saiyan state as a form of training for the battle against Cell.

Goku was gathering the Dragon Balls, seven mystical spheres that would grant the one who gathered them a wish. Goku got the idea from his genius friend Bulma, who figured they would be useful on hand in the event of disaster.

Goku flew into a grassy field, using the help of Bulma's Dragon Radar to find the seventh and final of the magic orbs, its orange color making it stand out against the green grass. "Awesome, that's the last one! The four-star ball!" Goku said happily. However, right as he was about to pick up the Dragon Ball, a blue wave of energy emitted from it, causing Goku to go on high alert.

The sudden spike in Goku's energy levels were felt across the planet. On Kami's Lookout, Vegeta, Piccolo, Trunks, Tien, and Krillin all gaped as they felt Goku's power level. "Goku might be in trouble, you guys!" Piccolo said urgently, his cape flapping in the breeze. "We should go help him!" Krillin agreed, getting to his feet. Vegeta, to everyone's surprise, lifted off into the air as well.

"I wish to see what sort of enemy has caused Kakarrot to raise his power so much. It can't be Cell's, he's too far away from where Kakarrot is." Vegeta grunted. "Should Tien and I assist you guys?" Trunks asked politely. Piccolo turned and regarded them. "I don't believe that will be necessary. I fell Gohan is moving towards Goku's location as well. Trunks, you have training to do in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Tien, you stay on the lookout and protect Dende and Mr. Popo." Piccolo ordered before taking off, Krillin and Vegeta following him.

Gohan, the son of Goku, was at home studying when he felt his father's energy level increase. He quickly said goodbye to his mother, Chi-Chi, changed into a purple gi and moccasins, and flew towards Goku's location. "I hope you're OK, Dad!" He said as his gold hair flew about in the wind. Like his father, Gohan was also practicing maintaining in his Super Saiyan state.

Gohan, Piccolo, Vegeta, and Krillin arrived to where Goku was at the same time, each frantically looking around for an enemy of some sort. "Goku, are you alright?" Krillin shouted down at his friend, who lackadaisically waved at him. "Uh, yeah, I'm good. What's up, you guys?" Goku asked, slightly confused. "What's up?" Vegeta repeated with disgust. "I thought you were fighting someone! Instead, you're just wasting my time, Kakarrot!" he snarled down at Goku.

"Actually, I was gonna call you guys over anyway. Check out this Dragon Ball!" Goku gestured his friends over to the orb. They all stood in a circle around it, examining it. "How strange. It's emitting a ki signature." Gohan observed. "Do you guys think this has anything to do with Dende becoming the new guardian? Maybe he knows what's up!" Krillin suggested.

"Perhaps." Piccolo grunted. The situation utterly baffled him. As they talked, it seemed as though the Dragon Ball was glowing a pale blue light. "This has nothing to do with Cell! He should be our primary focus, not this ridiculous nonsense!" Vegeta hissed angrily. "Well, I don't see how we're gonna make any more wishes if one of the balls is acting weird. Let's being it to Dende, maybe he can sort it out." Goku leaned down to pick up the Dragon Ball, a seemingly innocuous action that had enormous consequences.

An azure flash of light engulfed the five Z-Fighters their bodies disappearing in an instant. They were no longer on planet Earth, or at least, their planet Earth. "What just happened? I don't feel their ki anymore!" Tien shouted. Unfortunately, Trunks had already gone into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and thus could not sense the disappearance of any of their energy signatures.

Cell stood stock still in the center of his self-made arena, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible. Their energy…is completely gone. How could that have happened?" Cell murmured to himself. He was not used to events being iut of his control, and it was a distinctly unpleasant sensation for him. "How strange. I'll have to ask Goku about it when he fights me…right before I blow up his miserable planet!" Cell suddenly shouted. There was nothing left to do, but wait. Goku and his friends had four days to return, or else planet Earth was doomed.

Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Vegeta, and Krillin struggled with a sudden onset of nausea and sickness as they each landed on a tiled floor with a sickening crunch. Their blurred vision eventually formed into more distinct shapes, and they were able to make sense of their surroundings.

"What the hell just happened?" Piccolo rubbed his shoulders, standing up and brushing the dirt from his cape and mantle. "Where are we? It seems that the Dragon Ball teleported us someplace." Gohan hypothesized as he rubbed his eyes. In shock, both Goku and Gohan had dropped out of their Super Saiyan states, their hair and eyes returning to their normal dark coloring.

Krillin was rudely stepped on by a man in a dark blue tweed suit. The man did not stop to apologize, instead hurrying on his way. Krillin rose to his full height (which was not very impressive) and looked around. People were hustling to and fro, their formal suits and dresses contrasting greatly with the Z-Fighters state of dress.

Goku and Krillin were wearing orange martial arts gis with a blue undershirt and boots, formerly the training uniform of Master Roshi's Turtle School of martial arts. Piccolo and Gohan were wearing purple gis, although Piccolo was also wearing a white mantle and cape. An invory turban covered Piccolo's green antennae on his head. Vegeta was wearing his Saiyan armor over his blue bodysuit.

A shrill whistle blared in Gohan's ears. "We're at a train station!" he said slowly. "Yes, good job lads. Now hurry up and get onboard. The train to Hogwarts leaves in five minutes." A gruff old man said off to Gohan's right. "What the hell is a train?" Vegeta muttered to himself.

"Uh, right, sorry sir." Gohan said the old man. The young half-Saiyan stammered. "Well, guys, should we take a trip on the "Hogwarts Express"?" Goku asked with an audacious smile. "Goku, that has to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day." Piccolo was massaging his temples, his pointed nails digging into his forehead.

However, the Z-Fighters found themselves on the train regardless, walking through the main corridor. They looked on compartments full of pre-teen and teenage children, all of them wearing black robes with an arcane silver crest on them. The kids gave the warriors strange looks as they passed by. Eventually, the Z-fighters found one remaining compartment on the train.

They awkwardly ambled in, only to find that the car only seated four people. "Uh-oh, it looks like one of us will have to sit somewhere else!" Goku scratched his head. "I'll go find another car. It looks like this train is full of kids close to my age. Who knows, maybe I'll make a friend!" Gohan said enthusiastically.

"That's the spirit, Gohan!" Krillin gave the young boy a thumbs up. "We'll see you in a bit, once we've formulated a plan." Piccolo stoically nodded. Gohan smiled brightly at his friends before bouncing down the hall in search of another compartment.

Goku watched him leave, then turned back to Krillin, Piccolo, and Vegeta, running his fingers through his messy black hair. "I don't sense Trunks, or Tien…or Cell." Goku reached his ki senses out further and further, an ability that was as natural as breathing to him by this point. He not only couldn't sense any of his friends, but he couldn't sense anything familiar at all.

He looked out the window. The sky was darkned by thunderclouds, and rain came down in sheets, thick drops rolling down the window. "This is madness! What happened to Cell? He's gone!" Vegeta shouted. "Keep your voice down, geez." Krillin said nonchalantly. "Shut up, baldy!" Vegeta insulted. Piccolo bristled. "There are two explanations. Either Cell and the others have gone away, or we have. Goku, do you still have the Dragon Ball?" He asked.

Goku searched his person for the orb, finding it in his pants pocket. "Yep, here it is. The four-star ball my grandfather gave to me…" Goku murmured. This particular Dragon Ball always held special meaning to the Saiyan, as it was the last keepsake his grandfather, Gohan, had left him before the latter's death. It was because of this Dragon Ball that Goku met Bulma back when he was only a child.

He handed it over to Piccolo, who analyzed the cream-orange sphere, turning it over in his long fingers. "Whatever was previously affecting the Dragon Ball isn't doing so anymore. The blue glow it had before is gone." Piccolo surmised.

"Whatever it was, touching the Dragon Ball has sent us to an alternate dimension of some kind!" Krillin exclaimed, raising a fist into the air. "Never mind, THAT has the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day." Piccolo sighed. "How could this happen? Even if we can find a way back, we only have four days until the Cell Games!" Vegeta said.

"Look, there's no point worrying about that now. Trunks went into the Time Chamber again, we'll have to hope that he can beat Cell somehow. It's our only hope…" Goku said with a worried expression. A dour air had infected the compartment when Cell's name had been mentioned, affecting even the normally cheerful Goku. Krillin decided to change the subject.

"Well, since we can't find a way back, we better find out everything we can about this place. "Where do you think this train is heading, anyways?" The bald fighter asked, gazing around the compartment. "It's mostly full of human teenagers, so I would guess it's going to a school of some sort." Said Piccolo.

"A school?!" Goku and Vegeta simultaneously exclaimed in shock. "Have any of us ever actually been to school, come to think of it?" Krillin laughed. "Nope!" Goku chirped. "I have, but let's just say I wasn't learning math or history…" Vegeta cackled.

"Let's walk around and ask some people! There's no harm in it, I figure!" Goku stood up. "We'll stay here." Krillin and Piccolo said, Krillin leaning back to take a nap while Piccolo began to meditate. "Alright, suit yourselves." Goku shrugged. "Let's go terrorize some little shits, shall we Kakarrot?" Vegeta smirked.

Gohan searched around the train for a seat, but found that most of the compartments were full. Many of the students stared at him as he made his way through the hall, no doubt due to his strange state of dress. From a cursory sense of their ki, Gohan could tell that these students were not warriors. However, while he sensed their energy, a humming noise continued to break his concentration. When he stopped trying to sense energy, it stopped, but it immediately resumed when he tried to sense energy again.

"How weird." Gohan muttered. He finally found a compartment with a free seat, although three other people were inside of it. From their looks, they appeared to be three or four years older than Gohan, and they appeared to be at least six inches taller than him, if not more.

One of them, a female brunette of fair complexion, was excitedly gesticulating to two boys, explaining something to them. One of the boys, a ginger-haired, freckled lad, had a confused look on his face. The other boy had messy black hair and striking green eyes, as well as a peculiar lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead that wasn't quite covered by his bangs.

Gohan politely knocked on the door, his eyes glued to the floor. The girl paused mid-sentence, gaping at Gohan from inside the compartment. The half-Saiyan tentatively slid the door open. "H-hi, is it OK if I sit here, please? Everywhere else is full…" Gohan smiled at them, his dark eyes nervously darting between them.

"Are you a Yank?" Ron blurted, his blue eyes suddenly narrowed. "Um-" Gohan began. "Ronald Weasley, you uncultured swine! That's a pejorative!" Hermione said furiously. Gohan had no idea what a "Yank" was, but he decided not to question it. All three of them had suddenly looked at Gohan full on for the first time. All three of them were rather taken aback by Gohan's impressive physique. The young Saiyan had not an ounce of body fat on him, and his martial arts gi showed off his muscles rather gratuitously. "Um, so can I sit here, or…?" he started up again.

"Oh, of course, how rude of me!" The girl moved a suitcase out of the seat adjacent to her, blushing furiously. "My name is Hermione Granger," she said. "And this is Ron Weasley," she pointed to the ginger-haired kid. "And that's…" she suddenly paused. "Harry Potter." Harry sighed. It was clear that he didn't like being introduced to strangers.

"Hi, my name is Gohan! I'm a…transfer student!" Gohan was making a story up as he went along. He hoped that the students wouldn't pick up on his deceit. He felt bad, but they would certainly think he was crazy if he told them the truth, and he needed to find out more about this mysterious place he had found himself.

"A transfer student, eh? What year are you in, mate?" Ron questioned. "The same as you." Gohan said quickly. He immediately regretted saying this, as he was certainly going to be caught if they asked what year that was numerically. However, Ron nodded at this answer, satisfied.

"Where's your stuff?" Harry asked. "Oh, I uh… don't have anything with me." Gohan said dejectedly. "Well, we'll have to get you some spare robes, then, at least for the sorting." Hermione offered kindly. Gohan took it that robes were the school uniform. He didn't like the idea of changing out of his gi, but he needed to blend in. "It looks like we're fairly close to the same size." Harry said as he pulled out a spare set of robes from his trunk.

"Thanks! You're too kind!" Gohan said happily. "No problem!" Harry smiled back at him. Hermione left the car briefly so that Gohan could change into the Hogwarts school uniform. Harry's spare robes were a plain black color, with the silver Hogwarts crest pinned on the right bosom. The robes hung over Gohan's lithe frame in baggy fashion, and they made the boy feel as though he were wearing shower curtains. Nonetheless, his discomfort at the new clothes was outweighed by his joy at making new friends. Gohan had always wanted to make friends his own age, but he had never had the opportunity to before today. He asked many questions about Hogwarts from his new companions, who were glad to answer them.

Near the back of the train, Vegeta was hoisting a fifth-year Hufflepuff student by the collar of his robes, his tremendous strength rendering the task effortless for the prince. "Alright, one of you punks better give me your clothes, now!" Vegeta yelled. He hoisted the Hufflepuff further into the air, the student's head clanging against the ceiling of the train. The two other Hogwarts students who were sitting in the car were paralyzed with fear.

"W-why do you want my robes so bad? I never did anything bad, please! Don't take my robes! I don't want any trouble!" the Hufflepuff wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "If you really don't want any trouble, then you'll do as I say! Strip, now!" Vegeta commanded with royal presence. "Ok, I'll do it…just please don't hurt me!" Vegeta lazily threw the teenager on the floor, crossing his arms impatiently while the boy hurriedly took his robes off.

Meanwhile, Goku had wandered into a different section of the vehicle. He knocked on the door of a random car, hoping to find some friendly students who could help him out. Who he found, however, was Draco Malfoy, an infamous bully in the Slytherin House. Draco had white-blond hair and patrician features, a sneer ever-present on his face. Behind him stood his two omnipresent goons, Crabbe and Goyle, whose collective IQ was likely even lower than Goku's.

"Hello? Are you our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher?" Draco asked imperiously. Goku scratched his head. "Huh? No, I'm not a teacher. I'd be horrible at it!" He grinned ingratiatingly. "Where are you from?" Draco commanded. "I've never seen such strange garb from around here." He laughed nasally. "My name's Goku! I'm a Saiyan from Earth!" Goku smiled.

Draco looked highly confused and annoyed. "Get out of my sight, you peasant ponce!" Draco slammed the compartment door, the subsequent breeze blowing Goku's messy hair about. "Huh, what a weird guy." Goku mused. Suddenly, he saw Vegeta sauntering towards him, wearing ill-fitting black robes. They were so large on the prince's small frame, a good portion of the cloth was dragging on the ground behind Vegeta.

Goku laughed. "Looks like those don't fit you very well there, buddy." He said good-naturedly. Vegeta sneered. "Hmph."

When Goku and Vegeta returned to their original compartment, they found Krillin sleeping and Piccolo meditating, just as they left them. "Baldy, arise from your slumber! There is important business to be done!" Krillin jumped, highly startled by Vegeta's rude summons. Piccolo opened one eye, looking highly annoyed. Krillin began to chuckle once he settled down. "Heh, looks like you're a few sizes off!" he snarked. "Oh, as if you're in any position to be insulting someone's height!" Vegeta snarled.

"Settle down, both of you." Piccolo said in a low, deep baritone. "I'll use my Clothes Beam to replicate this particular robe for the four of us. Unfortunately, Gohan is on his own on this one." Piccolo charged a yellow spiral of energy in his hand before launching at Vegeta, who allowed the cream-colored light to wash over him.

In an instant, three copies of the robe Vegeta was wearing where created, identical down to the atomic level. "Awesome! Thanks, Piccolo!" Goku threw on the black cloak over his orange gi, and found that it fit him perfectly. "Nice, mine fits great!" Goku said, examining the fabric. When he looked up at his compatriots, however, the Saiyan got a hearty laugh.

Since the robes were the same size, and Piccolo was significantly taller than Goku, it looked more like the Namekian was wearing a long skirt than proper robes. His knees nearly showed from under the black fabric. Krillin and Vegeta had the opposite problem, the robes so large the billowed behind their diminutive frames, although Krillin had it worse.

"Don't laugh, I'm gonna hit a growth spurt soon!" Krillin blushed furiously. "Krillin, you are 35 years old. There will be no more growth spurts." Piccolo smirked. "At least I don't look like a big green schoolgirl!" Krillin said loudly.

"Um, anything from the trolley, dears?" an old lady pushing a food cart said, peering into the compartment. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, but she had no time to process the sight in front of her, as Goku descended her, drool falling from his lips.

"You have food!? Awesome, I'm starving!" Goku started digging in the trolley, grabbing every type of candy he saw. "I'll take all of this!" Goku had drained the cart of its contents, and was attempting to balance a perilously swaying tower of sweets. "Alright, that'll be 196 galleons." The old lady said slowly. "Shoot, I forgot you had to pay for food sometimes." Goku frowned childishly. Everyone in the compartment gaped at the Saiyan, even Vegeta in awe of Goku's bottomless appetite.

"You boys must not be from around here. Tell you what, take one of these for free. My treat." The old lady smiled at Goku warmly as the Saiyan put away the candy, keeping an insultingly small packet of multicolored jelly beans. "Thank you!" Goku said happily. She nodded in response, muttering something about "weird foreigners" as she left.

Goku plopped into his seat, opening the bag of beans. "Mmm, I love jelly beans!" Goku gobbled the entire bag at once. "Wait, no! At least share some!" Vegeta protested in vain. Goku's face twisted in disgust as a veritable army of flavors assaulted his taste buds. Some were normal, even tasty flavors, such as fruit or chocolate. However, most tasted like tree bark, shampoo, motor oil, Frieza's tail, fruitcake, and cow farts.

Goku immediately puked on the floor, emptying his stomach of its vile contents. Krillin leapt onto his seat to avoid the flow of bile, while Piccolo and vegeta could only watch in horror. Krillin devolved into a laughing fit, clutching his stomach in hilarity. "You…are disgusting!" Vegeta covered his mouth. Piccolo picked up the empty bag. "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans…." Piccolo read off of the garish packaging. "Hmph. It looks like they're meant to be eaten one at a time. Eating them all at the same time was a bit too much, even for you, Goku." Goku writhed on the ground. "Yeah, I figured that out!" Goku whined.

Gohan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all startled to hear vomiting noises from down the hall. "Oh my goodness, someone's gotten sick!" Hermione said with worry. Ron and Harry snickered, while Gohan facepalmed, the Halfling having a very good idea of who was responsible for the mischief.

"Hey, so what electives are offered at this school? I heard they do things a little differently over here." Gohan said quickly in an attempt to divert attention from his friends. Sure enough, Hermione's face brightened as he spoke. "Oh, here we go." Ron muttered. Hermione excitedly explained about the different courses that were available at Hogwarts, growing especially verbose about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. However, her voice wiltered noticeably when it came to Divination. Gohan listened intently, absorbing every word of what she was saying.

"That's the first time I've ever seen someone listen to Hermione like this." Harry was taken aback, his glasses nearly falling from his nose. "Looks like we've got two peas in a pod here, mate." Ron grimaced.

"Well, if I'm here to learn, then I had better take the tough classes. Besides, it's not like we're gonna be here for very long." Gohan thought. "I suppose I'll take Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, if you recommend it so highly." He said after mulling it over. Hermione's smile widened. "Great, those are what I'm in! You can take more than two if you wish, though." She said.

"Care Of Magical Creatures is a good class too! It's very interesting, and the professor is a good friend." Harry suggested. Gohan scratched his head, a nervous habit he had inherited from his father. "I'll see if I can." He smiled shyly, an expression Hermione found to be very charming.

"I take it you play Quidditch, then?" Ron asked, indirectly gesturing to Gohan's better than average physical shape. "What's Quidditch?" was a question Gohan would soon regret verbalizing, as he was greeted with shock and horror by both Harry and Ron. They immediately began explaining the rules of the game to Gohan, who did not understand any of it due to both of them talking at the same time.

"Um, sorry. I mostly just like to train." Gohan shrugged. "Like a martial artist? How interesting. Maybe you could teach us some moves sometime!" Ron said, impressed. Gohan laughed. "Maybe. I've had to practice for a long time to get as good as I am." He said.

Before they knew it, the train was beginning to slow down. "Looks like we're almost at Hogwarts." Harry noted. "Wait, what do I do once we get there?" Gohan said in a panic. "Well, you'll be sorted into one of the four houses, based on where you'll fit in best." Hermione explained. "How is that determined?" Gohan asked as they all began to stand up. "Oh, you'll see." She teased. "You see, there's Gryffindor, where the brave kids go, Hufflepuff, the house for hard workers, Ravenclaw, the house for smart kids, and Slytherin, where all the evil kids go." Ron said simply.

"Ronald, it's a bit more complicated than that!" Hermione admonished. "It really isn't." Harry whispered to Gohan as Hermione and Ron bickered. "So which house are you guys in?" Gohan asked. "Gryffindor, all three of us!" Ron said proudly. Gohan blinked in confusion. "But Hermione's really smart, so shouldn't she be in Ravenclaw?" He asked.

This struck the golden trio into stunned silence. They had never considered it that way before. "Come to think of it, Hermione's existence does render Ravenclaw kind of pointless, wouldn't you say mate?" Harry said pointedly. "I'd reckon so." Ron agreed, while Hermione blushed from the praise. "I hope I can make it into Gryffindor. I want to be brave, so that I can protect the people I care about!" Gohan said internally. "Plus, it would be great to be in the same house as my new friends."

Soon enough, the train came to a complete stop. "We'll see you later. First years and transfer students have to take a different route from the train to the castle than returning students do." Harry explained. "Why? Why not just have everyone take the same route and streamline everything?" Gohan asked sharply. Ron clapped him patronizingly on the shoulder. "Oh, you'll see that efficiency is not the foremost concern at Hogwarts. Everything's a but of a spectacle, really." Gohan gulped audibly.

The rain was coming down even harder, and Gohan was soon soaked to the bone as he ran towards his friends from his home dimension. "Hey, son!" Goku called out to Gohan, embarrassing the young half-saiyan and drawing strange looks from the crowd of eleven year old children. To Gohan's initial surprise, none of his friends looked wet at all, despite the veritable downpour. However, when Gohan took a second look at them, he found that each of the Z-fighters were using their ki to project a blanket of heat around them, vaporizing the rain when it came to close. Gohan took a deep breath and did the same, drying his clothes and hair in an instant by expanding his energy.

"Hey, did you make any new friends!?" Krillin asked with a smile. "I sure did! The people here are really nice." The young boy said happily. "Yes, that's wonderful, that they boy is making friends," Vegeta spat. "but we need to find out how to get back to Earth, or need I remind you that we've left my son to fight Cell all by himself!?"

Everyone sobered under this grim reminder. "We'll figure something out, just be patient." Goku said calmly, still looking pale from his previous vomiting. "I don't take orders from you, Kakarrot!" Vegeta said bitterly. Both Saiyans glared intensely at each other, and for a moment, the other Z-Fighters believed that the two were going to start fighting then and there. However, the perilous moment was interrupted by a gruff, hulking figure.

"Firs' years o'er here!" A giant brute of a man was hollering at the prospective first years. He repeated this as hundreds of children made their way over to rickety wooden dinghies, with which they would sail through a tumultuous lake to get to the castle. "Oy!" the giant called over to the Z-Fighters. "Transfer studenst'll be traveling with th firs' years!"

"We can see that castle from here, let's just fly over there." Krillin proposed. "We would do well not to attract attention. Perhaps Goku's Instant Transmission would serve us better." Piccolo countered. "I can't; I don't recognize any ki signatures from around here." Goku said with a sad shrug. Vegeta stood apart from the discussion, his eyes smoldering with rancor.

Eventually, they decided to just ride the boats with the rest of the first-years, who were all sopping wet from the voyage to the castle. They all waited outside an entrance hall, the sounds of dripping and shivering echoing through the cavernous chamber. The Z-Fighters were drinking in their surroundings, having never seen anything quite like the castle's gothic style before. Even Vegeta was interested in the castle.

A small boy shuffled up to Gohan. "Are…are you related to that guy?" the child asked, referring to the giant who had guided them to the castle earlier. Gohan laughed. "Haha, not quite! My friends and I are new students here, so we're gonna be sorted with you!" Gohan leaned down to speak to the boy, trying to look as unintimidating as possible, which was difficult, considering Piccolo and Vegeta were standing right behind him.

Suddenly, a crisp, clear Scottish-accented voice rang out to the crowd of new students. "You all will come with me to be sorted now." An elegant older woman said sharply. She was dressed in velvet chint robes, and a pointed witche's head sat on top of a hawkish, strict face. Her gaze turned sharply to the Z-Fighters, and shock momentarily flitted across her face before being replaced with a stoic mask.

The first years and the Z-Fighters entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts. The assembly chamber was decorated with four wooden tables, each decorated with either red, yellow, blue, or green tapestry. The ceiling was seemingly nonexistent, storm clouds rolling above the students, although thankfully, no rain was falling. Candles were seemingly floating of their own accord all around the hall, illuminating the room.

"Wow, this is awesome!" Goku said, his dark eyes alight with wonder. The elderly lady turned and spared a tight smile at him. "I'm glad you think so, Mr. Goku." Goku's expression was suddenly quizzical. "How do you know my name?" He interrogated. She frowned. "We at Hogwarts take care to learn the names of oru new students. For the record, I am Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration professor of this academy. During your time at this school, you will always refer to your teachers as "Professor", "Sir", or "Madam". Am I clear?" She said strictly.

"Oh, sure. Sorry, teach!' Goku laughed. "Not the sharpest wand in the drawer, this one." McGonagall thought with slight amusement. Meanwhile, the other Z-Fighters were drawing attentive stares from the other students, mostly due to their intimidating physical presence. "Why is his skin green? Is he sick?" many of the students were questioning about Piccolo. The Namekian, to his credit, maintained a coldly dignified expression, although his super hearing guaranteed that he heard every one of their insensitive words.

"Looks like Hogwarts accepts dwarves now." Draco Malfoy sneered, earning chuckles from the Slytherin table. Krillin frowned at them, while Vegeta looked like he was ready to blast the entire hall into oblivion. Gohan saw Hermione wave at him with a brilliant smile, while Harry and Ron nodded at him. Gohan smiled widely, returning both gestures with enthusiasm.

"Creevey, Dennis!" McGonagall announced, putting an end to the din of post-vacation conversation and the mutterings about the new transfer students. The Z-Fighters quickly deduced. that the sorting was alphabetical. What they did not expect, however, was for Dennis Creevey to put on a talking hat that shouted out which house he would be in.

"Woah, I wonder how that works!" Krillin exclaimed. Piccolo shrugged, gazing up at a table raised above the others. He surmised that the teachers were sitting there. The sorting continued, until Gohan's name was announced. Before Gohan could step forward, however, a wizened old man with a trailing silver beard and hair stood from an ornate chair, holding a goblet of wine in his hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we welcome the first of many oppurtunites to behave admirably in front of outsiders. We graciously welcome five transfer students, Mr. gohan here being one of them. They will be joining the fourth year class." The old wizard's voice was unbelievably compelling, and Gohan held on to everything he said.

"He must be the Headmaster of the school. I wonder if he's powerful…" Krillin thought. "How do these people know who we are?" Vegeta mulled. Gohan awkwardly sat on a wooden stool while Professor McGonagall lowered the patched, frayed hat on his head. Gohan felt his wild hair compressed slightly by the hat. He was curious, and a little scared of what would happen next.

"Well, what do we have here? A trans-dimensional traveller, eh? My, this hasn't happened to me in over 500 years!" A gravelly voice echoed in Gohan's mind. "Wait, you can read my mind?" the half-Saiyan questioned. "Obviously, since we're already speaking. I understand this is a strange experience for you, but please, try to ask smarter questions!" the hat snarked. "Now then, on to your sorting…my, you're very intelligent for such a young man. I daresay you rival Hermione Granger in that department. Ravenclaw may be a good fit for you." The hat complimented. "Gosh, thanks! There is still a lot I need to learn, though." Gohan thought bashfully.

"Humble! Maybe Hufflepuff, then. However, you have many impressive feats in battle to your name as well, young man. Your bravery is notable as well." The hat said sagely. "In the end, the choice is yours. The only house you wouldn't excel in is Slytherin." "Well, I'd like to be in the same house as my new friends!" Gohan thought hopefully. "As you wish. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out the last word to tumultuous applause from the red table, polite cheers from the yellow and blue areas, and stony silence from the green table.

McGonagall smiled at Gohan as she took the hat. Gohan's hair sprung back into place with a boingy noise, earning scattered laughs across the hall. Gohan went to sit down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Good on you, mate!" Ron congratulated. Before Gohan could say or so anything, however, Professor McGonagall called out Goku's name.

"Well, we're certainly not dealing with a Ravenlaw, are we?" The hat said snidely. "I have no idea what you just said!" Goku proclaimed cheerfully. "Right. Anyways, what exactly are you doing here? You're in your late 30's! Although you don't look like it." The hat questioned. "I picked up the Dragon Ball, and now I'm here!" Goku chirped. "This is going nowhere. I must say though, you are very brave. You've fought foes on a level most could only dream of, and you've saved your home planet from destruction several times. You have my respect for this." The hat said. "Well thanks! I try!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Well, that didn't take very long." Two indentical ginger-haired boys said simultaneously. Goku ambled over to the Gryffindor table, accepting mass amounts of high fives from the Gryffindor students. "Hey, we're in the same house, son!" Gohan facepalmed, and the Gryffindors looked at both of them.

"Are you father and son?" One pudgy-looking Gryffindor asked. "Yep, Gohan's my boy!" Goku said, throwing an arm around his son. "Wow, that's the first time I've seen a parent attend the same school as his kid. You must be really overprotective!" Ron laughed. Gohan chuckled bitterly at the sheer inaccuracy of the statement.

"Well, I missed out on school the first time round, so this is as good an opportunity as any to get an education, I'd say!" Goku said. "Good for you!" Hermione said kindly. Goku, upon request, quickly began telling stories from snippets of his life.

The sorting went on until Krillin was called. "Incredibly loyal, this one." "Wait, I have so many questions. How can a hat talk? Do you has a conscience, or morality? How are you able to read my mind? This is madness!" Krillin fired. "Magic. It's simply a different form of what you do, what with your flying, ki blasts, and Solar Flares." The hat succinctly explained. "What? That doesn't answer my questions at all!" Krillin protested. "You shall learn with time. For now, however, your loyalty and your courage are in equal amount. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff would suit you well." The hat said. "I should live with Goku and Gohan. That way, it'll be easier to contact each other if need be." "If that is your wish, I cannot stop you. GRYFFINDOR!"

Goku, Gohan, and the other Gryffindors clapped loudly for Krillin, who looked slightly annoyed as he sat down. "He's one of those Chinamen! He's here to steal our jobs!" A Gryffindor boy muttered in an Irish accent with the churned consistency of a guttural porridge. "Seamus, your racism is showing again." An Indian girl huffed at him. "Oh, sorry. He said bashfully.

Krillin made his way over to the Gryffindor table, his robes trailing behind him. He tried to sit by Goku, but it seemed the Gryffindors did not want to let him sit down. "Hey, is it cool if you guys can scoot down for my friend here?" Goku asked Hermione. "Oh, sure. Sorry, we didn't realize-" "It's not a problem." Krillin sat next to Goku, whispering his thanks to him.

Piccolo sat with his legs and arms crossed on the wooden stools, drawing strange looks from the teachers. The Sorting Hat was engaged in a serious discussion with the Namekian. "Today marks the first time I've ever sorted aliens into the houses. Like your friends, you have the heart of a lion. However, right now, it seems that you are more concerned with finding a way home than your friends are." The Sorting Hat said. "Have you ever heard of inter-dimensional travel before?" Piccolo asked.

"I have not heard of an occurrence quite like this." The hat said carefully. "But you may find the resources to learn how to get back to your original world in Ravenclaw." It suggested. "Very well, then, if it will help me." "RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table clapped magnanimously for their strange new student. "Isn't that guy a friend of yours? Why didn't he go into Gryffindor?" Harry asked. "And why does the bloke look so sick?" Ron said bluntly. "Yeah, Piccolo and I go way back. He's an alien!" Goku smiled over at Piccolo as the Namek quickly strode to the Ravenclaw. "An alien? What country is he from?" Hermione asked. "Namek!" "What?" Hermione exclaimed. "Is that near China?" Seamus hollered from down the table.

"Vegeta, Prince." Was one of the final names called for the sorting. Professor McGonagall winced at being forced to refer to Vegeta as a prince, much to the amusement of the faculty. Vegeta swaggered over to the Sorting Hat. The hat's brim touched the tip of his spiky black hair for only a few nanoseconds before the cap shouted out "SLYTHERIN!" at the top of its metaphorical lungs.

The Slytherin table burst into raucous applause and laughter, while the other three tables booed and hissed at Vegeta, who smirked in response. Goku was the sole Gryffindor who clapped, and was surprised that no one else did. "Why does everyone hate Slytherin?" Goku asked.

"It's were all the evil kids go. Every single dark wizard that has ever lived has come from Slytherin. No exceptions. Ever." Ron indicted. Goku frowned, peering over at his rival, who returned his gaze with a smug grin. "Ostensibly, the house is meant to represent ambition, cunning, and determination. However, at best, its members are selfish bullies, and at worst, they're sociopaths." Hermione explained with disdain.

Goku looked sadly over at Vegeta, who was getting along swimmingly with the students at the Slytherin table. "That fits Vegeta perfectly. It's like the house was built around his personality." Krillin sniffed. "And you guys are friends with him?" Harry asked in sheer bewilderment. "Well, I wouldn't go that far-" Gohan began, only to be cut off by Goku. "Sure, Vegeta's one of my best buddies! He's a really nice guy when you get to know him!" Goku was laying it on thick, and Gohan and Krillin actually laughed as he said this.

"Man, you guys are weird!" Harry laughed, signaling that he meant it as a compliment. Suddenly, their conversation was cut short by the table being filled with heaps upon heaps of food. Roast beef, chicken, various types of pasta and vegetables, and a criminal amount of sweets were laden on the table. Goku's eyes glazed over in lust.

"Dig in!" The old professor at the head of the table said, and the students made sure to follow suit. Goku and Gohan began inhaling any and all food within any close proximity of them, shocking the Gryffindors and bemusing Krillin. "Their manners are even worse than Ron's!" Hermione groaned. Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George Weasley, laughed uproariously at the gluttony.

Luckily for everyone else at the table, more food spawned, as if to compensate for the bottomless appetites of the Saiyans. Those who weren't staring at Goku and Gohan were gaping at Vegeta, who alone ate more than the rest of the Slytherin table combined. In contrasting fashion, Piccolo only drank water at the Ravenclaw, as Namekians did not need to eat like humans and Saiyans did.

The teachers were unabashedly staring as well. "Professor Dumbledore, it seems we have trouble on our hands! The House-Elves will need to work overtime!" McGonagall said with a thin smile. Dumbledore laughed. "It's good to see young men with such healthy appetite!"

After an hour of nonstop consumption, the Saiyans finally finished eating. Professor Dumbledore stood at a golden podium, a disarming and friendly smile on his face. "I take it the feast lived up to your expectations?" He asked rhetorically to the student body, who all nodded in agreement, except for Goku, who shouted "You betcha!" up at Dumbledore.

"Well then, now that we are all well fed, there are the customary beginning of term rules and regulations to administer. As you all know, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden. That is why it is called the Forbidden Forest." "Oh, we'll have to visit there sometime, son!" Goku nudged Gohan in the shoulder, earning a glare from Hermione.

"I would be honored to announce our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Alastor Moody." Dumbledore gestured to a man on the end of the table who wore a bulky, lumpy frame, a dirty brown trenchcoat, and strangely, a spinning, spastic blue artificial eye that contrasted sharply with his beady brown real eye.

Goku immediately sensed an cold, dark, undercurrent in Moody's energy. He turned to Gohan and Krillin, who also sensed it. They all quickly mistrusted this new Professor.

"It's my painful duty to inform you all that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be held this year." Dumbledore said this to immediate and violent protest from the student body. "Yes, I realize this is bad news. However, what is taking its place will pique your interest, I'm sure. You see, this year, Hogwarts will host an international competition known as the Triwizard Tournament. In a series of three tasks, Hogwarts will compete against two other schools of magic, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

This will help foster good relations between us and our foreign counterparts. I fully expect that the students of Hogwarts will be on their best behavior when interacting with the foreign delegation. When it comes to the tourney, one champion will be randomly chosen from a ballot for each school. Only students aged 17 or older will be able to enter their name for drawing to ensure that each potential champion will have the education and skill necessary to compete. These tasks will be dangerous, and if you are chosen to play, then there is no going back. Participate at your own discretion." Dumbledore warned.

"Wow, sounds awesome! Thinking of joining, Goku?" Krillin asked his best friend. "Yeah, I'll enter. It'll be something to pass the time with, anyways." Goku said enthusiastically. "A thousand galleons, Harry! I'd cut off my arm for that much money!" Ron drooled. "These tasks must be something else. It'll be a nice change to watch someone else risk their neck for a change." Harry muttered.

"The fame and glory that would come from winning those tasks is immeasurable." Draco Malfoy murmured to his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, at the Slytherin table. Vegeta huffed at them while taking a sip from a wine goblet. Draco's face screwed up in indignation. "Oh? And what is your problem?" He sneered. "I suppose you won't have any problem getting past the age line, won't you, grandpa?" Vegeta did not visibly react, feeling the justified arrogance he usually felt when dealing with a lesser being.

"I care little for such petty competitions. However, perhaps there might be some challenge lying in this little tournament." Was all he said. Some of the Slytherins were impressed by this prideful claim, while others, like Malfoy, were affronted.

"Now then, it is time to go to bed. The prefects will escort the first years of their dorm. I humbly request the transfer students meet with me in my office to iron out their schedules. Good night!" Dumbledore bid the students goodbye. "See you later, Gohan!" Hermione waved to the half-Saiyan, who returned the gesture. The five Z-Fighters came together at the front of the hall, where Professor McGonagall stood to meet them.

"I'll escort you all to the Headmaster's office." She said sharply before turning about-face and quickly walking, not looking back once to see if the Z-Fighters were following her or not.

On the walk to Dumbledore's office, Piccolo met Goku's eyes intently, and began communication telepathically with him. "Goku, how do they know who we are?" "I have no clue. There's no reason they would know us at all." Goku thought back at his friend. "We have three days to get back to our Earth." "I know, but we can't worry about that now. We'll have to hope Trunks can do something." Goku thought. "I was told that there were materials in the Ravenclaw dorm that could help us. I'll investigate it and report to you tomorrow. Until then, try not to mess things up too much." Piccolo warned.

One surprisingly short trip later, they all stood in front of a gargoyle statue. It looked completely stationary until McGonagall leaned in and whispered something to it, causing the statue to spring to life and move with alarming alacrity and grace, amazing Gohan and shocking the other Z-Fighters. The opening created by the gargoyle's movement revealed the Headmaster's office, a spacious cavern adorned with spinning, colorful gold trinkets and baubles.

The wizened old man sat with his fingers tented, looking at each of the Z-Fighters in the eyes, starting with Piccolo. The Namekian immediately felt a foreign presence lurking in his mind, and shut his mind off from the alien presence. "Everyone, don't look the old man in the eye!" Piccolo managed to communicate to the other Z-Fighters.

Dumbledore gazed at Piccolo for a short moment before speaking unctuously to them. "I am glad to see you all have arrived here safely." "These five have unbelievable magical power! It's far beyond anything I've ever sensed before!" Dumbledore's thoughts were growing panicky, and he forced himself to calm down.

"I must say, you all a different breed than most students we get here." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. Gohan and Krillin were sitting awkwardly in armchairs while Goku was standing with his hands behind his head. Piccolo and Vegeta were leaning against the wall, both sullen.

There was an awkward silence stretching over 30 seconds before Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "You all will need to choose your electives, of course." She said crisply. "Mr. Goku, Gohan, and Krillin will come with me, while Mr. Piccolo will meet with Professor Flitwick. Mr. Vegeta, you will consult with Professor Snape once Professor Dumbledore summons him."

Goku and Krillin looked very nervous all of the sudden. "Um…." "Please, don't be nervous, gentlemen. I trust you did the proper research about your courses before coming here?" McGonagall had a knowing smirk on her face. "Well, I'll take Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Care For Magical Creatures. If that's OK!" Gohan requested.

"Three electives? Very nice, very nice indeed." Dumbledore commented. "I will take those as well." Goku and Krillin said at the same time. "Oh my, we have some ambitious students in Gryffindor this year!" McGonagall's lips were twitching upwards imperceptibly as he led Piccolo and Vegeta from the office, leaving Goku and Krillin bemused.

"Alright, see ya later, Bumblebee!" Goku said, yawning. Dumbledore shook his head and smiled. "One more thing, Mr. Gohan." Gohan immediately turned around to face Dumbledore. Goku and Krillin tensed, facing the door.

Dumbledore attempted to look Gohan to in the eye. Gohan pretended to be tired, closing his eyes as he yawned. "Yes, sir?" Gohan asked politely. "I merely wished to compliment you on your choice of companions. Miss Granger is an excellent student, and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley will be most hopeful in getting you all acclimated." Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly way. "Thank you sir, they've been very nice already!" said Gohan. This earned a warm smile from the Headmaster, who waved politely at them as they left.

Professor Flitwick was frightened to be in the same room as Piccolo. Of course, many would share this sentiment. Piccolo was a hulking, muscular warrior with a perpetually pissed-off expression and sharp fangs and fingernails. However, the fear Fltiwick felt was undercut by the comically short robes Piccolo was wearing.

"Not to impose, Mr. Piccolo, but would you like me to get you some proper fitting clothes?" Flitwick had to hold his hand over his mouth to obscure his cheeky grin. "That would be much appreciated." The Namekian said gruffly. "Engorgio!" Flitwick waved his wand, and Piccolo's robes suddenly expanded, reaching down to his ankles.

"Thanks." Piccolo smirked. "Not a problem, good sir. If there was a charm that turned your skin green as well, I can fix that-" Piccolo growled as Flitwick said this, and the diminutive professor inwardly swore never to speak of Piccolo's skin color ever again.

"Ah, yes, my mistake. Now then, as for your electives. What do you want to take?" "May I see a list of choices? I'd like to see if there are any last changes I wish to make." Piccolo requested. "Ah, of course." Flitwick twirled his wand once more, a paper forming from blue energy that trailed from the wand.

The paper was a list of all the available elective courses at Hogwarts. "The ability to create matter from nothing….these "wizards" have some strange techniques, despite their low battle powers." Piccolo thought as he snatched the paper. He quickly scanned the list, a few options catching his eye.

"Divination! The ability to see the future!" he exclaimed. "Perhaps if I learned this ability, I could learn some knowledge about how to get out of here!" To Piccolo's shock, Flitwick laughed when he said this. "Oh, Divination is a load of hogwash. There's no academic merit to it all, it's just a sluff class that Gryffindors take to fufill their two elective credits." Flitwick said.

"I believe that there may be something to gain from it. I'll take it, along with Ancient Runes." Piccolo said. "Good boy for taking Ancient Runes. Even though you look like you're in your thirties. Perhaps you're only half a fool." Flitwick quipped before levitating a quill to sign his name on the paper.

Vegeta stood across from the Head of Slytherin House. Professor Snape was far less muscled and physically adept than Vegeta, but he was just as intimidating as the Prince of all Saiyans, albeit in his own way. Snape's pitch black, greasy shoulder-length hair matched the tone of his robes. His skin was extraordinarily pale, almost yellow in hue, and he seemed thinner than what was perhaps healthy. His dark eyes were like empty, hollow tunnels.

Vegeta thought that the Professor looked like one of those vampires Bulma always read about in her trashy romance novels back on Earth. "Explain." The professor said in an agonizingly slow, sibilant hiss. "Explain what?" "You are to refer to me as "sir" for as long as you are a student at this school. I don't know how things were done at your previous institutions, but you will address me with the proper respect. Is that clear?" Snape said quickly.

"I suppose, sir." Vegeta decided to keep his voice as neutral as possible. "Good. For your electives, I understand you wish to take Care Of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes." While this sentence would only take a normal person five seconds to say, Snape was able to stretch it over a minute long using creatively emphasized vowels.

Vegeta was not afraid of anything, for better or for worse. He had faced down evil alien overlords, emotionless androids, and his wife while she was angry at him for leaving his dirty clothes about the Capsule Corporation compound. However, Snape's chilling presence put due pause in even the Prince Of All Saiyans. Every venomous comment that had risen to his tongue unbidden was forced back down. "Yes." Vegeta muttered. "Good. You are dismissed." This took another 90 seconds for Snape to say, Vegeta inching towards the door all the while.

"Wait! Mr. Vegeta. I have another question." Snape halted Vegeta in his tracks. "How are you a fourth year student even though you look like a grown man?" Snape's hollow, demonic eyes narrowed in suspicion for a moment. "Um…" Vegeta was caught completely off guard. "I failed my exams first time round." He lied. Snape looked Vegeta directly in the eye.

Although he was loath to take advice from the Namekian, Vegeta did as Piccolo suggested and tried to think of nothing at all. Well, not exactly. Vegeta loved to see the look of fear etched into a lesser being, and nothing was scarier than a giant, screaming gorilla. Smirking, Vegeta summoned the image of himself in Oozaru form to the forefront of his mind, howling at the full moon.

Snape's eyes widened, and he snapped his wind to his hand, pointing it directly at Vegeta, who did not uncross his arms. "How did you do that?" Snape said hurriedly. "What the devil was that…thing!?" Vegeta did not respond. "I know how to deal with mind-reading." Vegeta's oozing arrogance conveyed with this claim with completely undeserved, as he only heard vague advice from Piccolo not five minutes earlier on how to deal with Legilimency.

"That is beyond the skill of a mere fourth year!" Snape hissed. "My education was a bit spotty. I hope to remedy that. You see, someone once entered my mind without my persmission, and I felt it a necessity to learn how to defend myself. The image of the ape tends to scare out intruders quickly." Vegeta said smugly.

Snape now had a begrudging respect etched into his sharp, angular features. "I see. You already show much magical potential. I have never come across a strain of Occlumency quite so…vicious." "I appreciate the compliment." Vegeta smirked.

It was late that evening when Goku, Gohan, and Krillin entered their dorm for the first time. It was a tall chamber decorated with a kaleidoscope of warm colors, giving the room a welcoming air. "You said the password was Balderdash, right?" Krillin asked. "Yes. If you don't remember, just wait outside the Fat Lady's portrait until another Gryffindor comes along." Hermione explained.

"We could show you guys around the castle, if you like." Harry offered. "Nah, we'll find our way around." Goku shrugged him off. The Z-Fighters had the ability to fly at supersonic speeds, and if they truly needed to be somewhere in quick fashion, Goku could always use his Instant Transmission. The ki signatures of the students would become increasingly clear over time.

Everyone (excluding Hermione) went into he bedchamber for the boys. "There are exactly three beds for us! How lucky!" Gohan said brightly. "Actually, the room magically expands for guests, we saw the beds conjure themselves a few minutes before you blokes walked in." A black boy said from the top of his bunk bed.

"Gentlemen, this is Dean Thomas." Ron introduced them, Dean momentarily putting down a sports magazine to shake the hands of the Z-Fighters, only to bug out when he saw their strange appearances. "Blimey! You're huge!" He pointed at Goku, who scratched his cheek. "How are you so ripped?" "I sometimes exercise!" Goku said with a goofy smile. Dean held a slight, confused grin in return. "Right. Well, welcome to Gryffindor, lads. The food's nice, and the women are nicer."

Vegeta was lead down to the Slytherin "dungeons" by Professor Snape, although to Vegeta's taste, they were more like a particularly cold basement than proper dungeons.

The Prince had seen dungeons before; dingy, rusted hives of death and plague tinged with the stench of urine and iron. He remembered sitting in the center of such dungeon, surrounded by the dead bodies of Saibamen, when he had received the news of his planet -and subsequently his race- being exterminated. These were no dungeons.

Vegeta nodded curtly to Snape as he was shown to his bedchambers, a room with decorated with black, green, and teal. The room was much cooler than the rest of the castle, due its position underneath the lake. Vegeta appreciated the comfortable bed, and reclined in it, allowing his tired and stressed muscles to stretch out.

However, his relaxation was interrupted by the presence of Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who blocked the exit to the room. "If you're the welcoming committee, then I regretfully inform you that I am already well acquainted with my room. You are dismissed, if you have no further business here." Vegeta sniffed disdainfully at them.

Draco looked outraged, and signaled to Crabbe and Goyle, wordlessly telling them to surround the uppity transfer student. Vegeta lazily stood from his bed, but the three other Slytherins already him surrounded. "You don't seem to understand how things work around here." Draco said in a dangerously low voice.

"I am the last scion of Malfoy, and I will not be spoken to in such a disrespectful way-" Draco's threats were suddenly silenced. Vegeta disappeared in a flash, suing his super speed to hit various pressure points on the boy's necks, chests, and arms. Despite moving at around half of his base speed, Vegeta was still able to neutralize the three boys in less than 0.1 seconds.

As their bodies began to slump towards the floor, Vegeta picked them up and hoisted them over his shoulder, an action that took around 0.3 seconds. Despite their combined weight nearing 275 kilograms, to Vegeta, they seemingly weighed around the same as a single piece of paper would to an ordinary human adult.

Dropping out of super speed, Vegeta unceremoniously tossed the three of them onto a single bunk bed, the posters creaking under their combined mass. "Well, now that the children are put to bed, I can get some rest myself." "I must be prepared to fight Cell, and there would be little point to seek out Kakarrot and his foolish friends now. Best wait until tomorrow. The Prince of All Saiyans collapsed onto his bed, mentally readying himself for the battles ahead.

A/N

If you believe that this is a silly idea, than you're probably right. However, in my opinion, there's fun to be had in silliness, and it's best not to take oneself too seriously.

Anyways, thanks for checking out the story, and you have a question or opinion, leave a review. I'm always friendly in responding to them. Will the Z-Fighters make it back to their world in time for the Cell Games? How will their presence affect the HP World? Find out next time on Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon!