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A/N: This is a challenge set forth by cutelittlekitten18. Go read her story Bye Bye Hogwarts hello dragonballz. I am a little rusty on the timeline as it has been some time since I watched the Cell Series, so bare with me and I do plan on messing with a few key facts.

WARNING!!!!!!!!! Slash ahead........slash ahead.........you have been warned.

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Chapter One

"Man that was an awesome meal!! Thanks Bulma."

The blue haired smiled kindly at her friend for many years as she stood to clear away the stacks of dishes.
"That's no problem, Goku, I'm glad you're willing to try my new recipes."

Both looked up at the sound of the front door closing, Bulma smiled.

"That must be Yamcha. We're in here."

The two only had to wait a few seconds before a tall male with short black hair and large scar over his eye. Yamcha smiled in greeting when he saw who was with his girlfriend.
"Hey, Goku, how's it going?"

Goku's smile dimmed before he shook himself and plastered it back on.
"Everything is great. Gohan is flying through his classes and acing every test. We just trained for the last two weeks, he is powerful."

The couple shared a look when Goku neglected to mention his wife;

It had been about a year in a half since anyone had really gotten together. The only reason Bulma had been able to get Goku was because Gohan had to study, Piccolo was needed at Dende's Look Out, and Bulma had promised food, even if it was just experimenting.

Goku pushed away from the table and stood tiredly.
"Well, I had better get back and kidnap my son from whatever tutor he is being tortured by."

Bulma hugged the man tightly and walked him to the front door. Yamcha smacked him on the back.

"Call if you need anything, buddy, anything at all."

Goku grinned and saluted before placing two fingers to his forehead and vanishing.
Bulma sighed sadly as the man she had known as a small boy disappeared.
"Something's wrong, something he isn't saying. I'm worried."

Yamcha pulled the blue haired woman into his arms and kissed her head.

"Don't worry, he'll tell us in his own time."

He glanced around, scrunched his brow, and asked.

"Where's the baby?"

Bulma smiled at her love and replied.

"Trunks is with my mother."
Glancing down at her watch she commented.

"I need to go meet her and get my son anyways. Want to come?"

The brunette grinned and replied as he walked her to her car.

"Nah, I got to get back to Master Roshi, I just wanted to check up on you on my break."

Yamcha gave her a quick peck on the lips took flight.

Gohan sighed tiredly as he leaned back in his chair balancing a pencil on his top lip. The tutor had just left and now his mother was trying to make him take a college entrance exam. Stretching his arms the half Seiyan smiled as he saw the tell tale sign of his father's instant transmission. Placing the wooden chair back on its four legs and bounced to his feet.

"Daddy! I am so glad you're back!"

Goku grinned and engulfed his son in a tight hug just as Chi Chi slammed through the door with a murderous glare on her face.

"Goku! What are you doing here?"

Whipping her head around to stare at her son she growled.

"Did I give you permission to stop testing, Gohan? Get back to it."

Goku's smile dissolved instantly as he felt his son tremble when Chi Chi reached forward to grab his arm. Wrapping his arm around his son, Goku pulled him to the safety of his back and caught the deceptively thin arm of his ex wife.

"Chi Chi, if you lay or attempt to lay another hand on my son, I will not back down."

Chi Chi sneered at the man before her and rubbed her wrist when he let go.

"Fine take the brat, I don't care. Marvin and I are leaving anyways."

She spun around and headed for the door, stopping just inside the room and threw over her shoulder.

"By the way, I sold the house so you and your son need to get out in two days."

Goku felt Gohan tighten his grip on the back of his suit as she made the comment causing Goku to growl, but Chi Chi continued.

"Gohan, pick right now, me or him."

Goku glanced down at his ten year old and saw the tears welling up. Crouching down Goku met his eyes and gave him a loving smile.

"You don't have to choose, son, but whatever you decide on, I'm behind you no matter what."

Gohan smiled weakly and replied.

"I want to be with you, Dad."

He turned to his mother and said.

"I'm sorry, mother, but I want to stay with Dad."

She clinched her fist and punched the wall then whirled on Gohan who had moved toward her and slapped him across the face.

"You're no son of mine anymore."

Goku flew to his son and wrapped him in his embrace as Chi Chi continued.

"I want nothing to do with any of you anymore. When I die do not wish me back."

She slammed the door on the way out. Gohan collapsed in his father's arms and finally broke down. Goku rubbed his back until the tears stopped and helping him to his feet told him.

"We need to get packed. I have a container you can pack your stuff in."

Gohan looked around his room completely lost. Goku shook his head and knelt back down.

"Don't worry, Gohan, we will figure this out."

Gohan nodded then replied.

"I don't know if we can get packed in two days."

Goku smiled and ruffled his son's dark locks.

"I'll call in the Calvary then. Don't worry."

Gohan gave his father's back a small smile as the pure blooded Seiyan left to make arrangements. Looking out the window, Gohan thought back on everything that had happened since the future Trunks had dropped the bomb about the horror of their future if they weren't ready. Chi Chi hadn't been happy when she was informed that Gohan's studies would once more take a back seat to training, she had raged at Goku for an hour before Goku asked Piccolo to take Gohan out for a while. Gohan was positive it had went on, but when he had met up with them the next day he had a smile on his face, but Gohan and Piccolo had both noticed that the smile had not reached his eyes and that as time went the smile was slower to come and the laughter was forced. After around two months Chi Chi told Goku she wanted a divorce and started dating, but that Gohan would have to visit to work on his studies. Luckily Goku and he agreed that he would only have to go for two day intervals. Hearing Goku sigh Gohan went to find him.

Goku looked up with a smile as Gohan entered the kitchen.

"Good news! Bulma said she would raise the flag and that she herself is on her way over as we speak. She is going to pick up some food on her way over."

Together the two fighters worked together to empty their closets, Goku had laid anything Chi Chi had left to the side of the master bedroom. An hour passed before a knock sounded loudly through the quiet home. Goku hurried to answer the door when the knocking sounded again. Throwing the door open he found Bulma's smiling face and a fussy infant. She shifted the baby to one arm and threw the other around Goku.

"Sorry it took so long. I left the pizzas in the car would you get them for me?"

Goku nodded a bit in shock before going out to retrieve the food. He returned to find Gohan on the floor playing with the baby in the living room and Bulma bringing plates and cups from the kitchen. Setting the large stack of boxes on the coffee table, Goku asked

"Gohan, Bulma, would you mind if I step out for a second?"

When both shook their heads in the negative Goku placed his fingers to his forehead, looked to Bulma, said

"Trunks is cute as a baby."

Then vanished.

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Leaves danced lazily in swirls as the wind flowed softly through the trees and bushes. Suddenly the serene silence was interrupted as duel yips echoed across the clearing and suddenly two large male foxes came bounding out of the foliage as they took turns pouncing each other. Upon reaching the entrance the two foxes transformed back into two teen males, one platinum blonde and lightly tanned, while the other was raven black and had a rich golden tan. The brunette turned dim emerald green eyes on his companion.

"Come, Draco, it's your turn to cook."

Dim grey eyes the color of old tin turned to meet his friend and nodded in agreement.

"Afterwards, let's call our parents, Bill, and Charlie over."

Harry nodded as he pulled the sweaty shirt he'd been wearing and threw it toward the bathroom door down the hall while he continued to his room to get a clean change of clothes. When he passed the dining table he paused as he noticed the newspaper Draco had tossed on the table when they had headed for their morning run.

Draco turned when he heard the bathroom door slam shut as he pulled a package of hamburger meat from the freezer. Looking around he noticed the Daily Prophet laying on the floor face down, tossing the package into the sink, he crouched down and to pick up the paper. Turning it over Draco caught the headline:

'Boy-Who-Lived's Ex Married!!!!!

The former fiancé of our very own Boy-who-lived or rather the Hunk-Who-Saved-Us wed today to Michael Corner. The wedding was beautiful, much like the happy bride herself. When asked if Harry Potter would be in attendance, she informer this reporter that she hadn't spoke to Mr. Potter since just after the final battle when their relationship ended.

The long awaited engagement was canceled when it was revealed that Ginerva Weasley's mother and Brother had drugged the boy-who-lived and made up the story of the engagement. Mr. Potter announced that he did not have bitter feelings toward Mrs. Corner, but that he would not forgive the other two, until he found out that she had cohorts the whole plot. Our sad boy-who-lived has since become a recluse and can only be contacted through a very small group of trusted friends. These friends do not consist of Ginerva Corner, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, or Ronald Weasley. Though these four did stand with him during the final battle, they have since had a falling out. Bill and Charlie Weasley are the only two of the Weasley family still in contact with Mr. Potter along with the two surviving Malfoy males, werewolf Remus Lupin, Potion Master Severus Snape and Duel Master Sirius Black. These men are.......'

Disgusted, Draco threw the paper to the floor and stormed to the fireplace. Grabbing a fistful of floo powder and threw it into the hungry flames. Sticking his head into the dancing green flames, he called.

"Spinner's End!"

Closing his eyes as the world spun, he sighed in relief when he recognized the familiar dark colors of his godfather's living room. Taking a deep breath he called

"Sev! Sirius! Are you here?"

A few seconds past before he heard the sounds of foot falls and finally the form of his godfather carrying a mug followed by the sleepy form of Sirius Black. Sev glanced toward the elegant marble fireplace when he heard the sounds of a throat clearing. Seeing his godson, the onyx eyed man swiftly covered the distance Sirius not far behind.

"Good Morning, Draco, to what do we owe this visit?"

Draco gave a frustrated sigh and asked

"Have you seen the Prophet this morning?"

The two dark males looked at each other before Sirius headed for the kitchen where the owl tended to leave the paper. Severus returned his attention to his godson and informed him.

"We were up late last night; we had a break through with the experimental potion we were making."

Draco smiled slightly

"That's great, Sev! I'm so glad the two of you finally put aside your problems long enough to work this potion."

"Are you kidding me?"

Both wizards looked toward to kitchen to see an annoyed Sirius storm out. The angry grim passed the paper to the potion master and addressed Draco.

"How is Harry?"

Draco raised a brow with a slight grimace on his face.

"After that crap? He about broke the bathroom door after reading it. Right now he is showering while I cook lunch."

A sound of disgust came from the serious male as he skimmed the article. Tossing it to the side, he informed Draco.

"Give us about twenty minutes and we shall join you."

Draco grinned half heartedly as his godfather read him like a book. Severus nodded to him and left to change; Sirius raised a winged brow and asked.

"Have you spoken with your father or Remus yet?"

The blond teen shook his head and replied.

"No, Father had an emergency meeting last night and Remus told Harry he has been up late at night writing or reading reports from my father. I figured I'd let you know what was what now then maybe talk you into telling them, Bill and Charlie?"

Sirius grinned good naturedly at him and stated

"A Slytherin to the end. Don't worry; I will face the danger of telling three other Gryffindors of the Prophet. Now I must get ready."

Draco pulled out of the fire in time to see Harry exit the bathroom in unzipped jeans, no shirt, and a towel over his head. Draco snorted as the clumsy teen ran into the door frame.

"Did you forget something, Scarhead?"

Damp raven locks fell in disarray past broad muscular shoulders when Harry pulled the towel off of his head and glared.

"Bite me, Ferret boy, I was a bit annoyed. At least I remembered pants."

That got a laugh out of the currently cooking male. When he turned again, Harry had pulled on a tight white wife beater and was currently buttoning a jade green shirt. The teen hero walked to the counter and hopped up.

"You know, I don't know why that crap still pisses me off. I should be used to it by now."

Draco glanced to his housemate and stated

"You keep hoping someone will develop a heart and leave you alone. Then you get an article like that garbage, I guess since we don't really go out much and there isn't anything new they wanted to harp on old news and Weaslette marring Corner was the best way."

He flipped a few hamburgers and pressed on them, then turned to Harry.

"Will you watch this so I can shower?"

Harry hopped down and smoothly took over commenting as he went.

"Sure, I wasn't going to say anything, but just because I call you a ferret doesn't mean you need to smell like one."

Draco smacked the back of his head as he went and disappeared down the short hallway.

As the silence settled Harry thought over the last few months. Six months ago he had defeated the most powerful Dark Lord of all time and he was sort of happy then reality sunk in. Hermione had died in his arms after being slashed by Bellatrix, but not before Hermione fatally wounded her with a sword. Harry shook his head, of all the power most of the inner circle held, they fell to Muggle weapons. Harry faced Voldemort alone and had nearly died trapping his soul in a ruby and then destroying it. When we woke he heard murmurs from his supposed best friend and best friend's mother about how lucky they were that Harry hadn't died before marrying Ginny and leaving his money to her. Harry pretended to sleep as the two talked thoughtlessly about all the betrayals they had done. When they left Harry wept for the lost friendship and he had thought innocent victim Ginny. Sirius and Lucius had come in to see him and Harry told them everything he had heard.

The Malfoy heir had not been amused that a pureblooded family would do something so unethical. Several letters later Ron and Molly's plans were splashed across all of the local headlines along with the dismissal of the engagement. Luckily Harry hadn't been alone when he found out that Ginny was the brains behind the whole fiasco or he might have done something stupid, not because he wanted to marry Ginny, but because he thought of Ginny as a little sister and close friend. By the time all of the secrets had come to light, everyone knew the boy-who-lived was gay, he was best friends with former rival Draco Malfoy, His godfather was Sirius Black and he was close friends with Lucius, Severus, and Remus and thought of all four men as fathers and Uncles.

Shaking the depressing thoughts from his mind Harry looked down to notice he had gone on autopilot while in Harry land. Reaching over to turn off the stove, the skillet's handle caught his shirt, flipped spilling grease over his arm and then slamming it down (hand included) onto the still hot eye. The raven haired wizard cried out just as Remus and Bill flooed in causing the two to run into the kitchen and assess the damage. Remus whipped the pan off and jerked Harry from the eye as Bill turned off the stove and cleaned up the mess.

Harry hissed as Remus quickly removed the ruined shirt to reveal a nasty burn on his arm along with whelps where the grease had come into contact with exposed skin. Remus glanced up as Bill crouched down and Draco entered the kitchen pulling a shirt on as he went.

"Draco, please floo Severus and ask him to hurry over."

As the concern registered Draco's head whipped around and he quickly took in the scene become cursing all of the way to the fireplace.

Once Draco had taken off Remus returned his attention to his cub as Bill applied cold water.

"What happened?"

Harry winced in pain and replied.

"I don't know, I went to turn off the stove and somehow my sleeve caught the handle and flipped the pan."

"Let me see what the damage is this time, Harry."

Harry looked up to see his honorary Uncle stride swiftly to his side causing a small smile to appear.

"Good Morning, Severus, nothing more than being clumsy again."

Severus glanced at Remus and noticed that he didn't agree.

"What's the problem, Remus?"

The werewolf turned slightly amber eyes on his friend.

"Harry said his shirt got caught on the handle of the pan, but the wrists were buttoned and Harry is always aware of his surroundings even when he goes to la la land."

Severus looked to the doorway and ordered before returning to the bag of potions he carried.

"Sirius, check this room for jinxes or curses."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts master quickly went to work as Severus told Harry.

"This won't heal completely, but you should have a lovely scar to add to the one wrapping your right arm."

Harry gave a half hearted smile, shoved several heavy locks of hair from his right eye with his good hand and replied.

"At least I won't be adding to this one on my face."

Severus gazed at the scar that had nearly taken Harry's sight. It started at the base of his lightning bolt scar went over his right eye and ended next to his lip. It was matched almost perfectly on Draco's face and on paired with severe scars on both teens' torsos. Returning his attention to the injury, Severus quickly cleaned and applied the burn salve.

Draco took the pile hamburgers into the living room as everyone joined him. Sirius joined the group a few minutes later.

"There were several jinxes and a few curses on the stove. It looks like they were placed on who ever touched the newspaper second."

Harry sighed as he laid his head back against the couch.

"I am never going to catch a break in this world, am I?"

The close group could only look on sadly as Sirius pulled his pup into a hug.

"Don't worry, Pup, we'll find a place."