Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Dragonball Z. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Akira Toriyama, respectively (Plus a couple of other organisations and companies).
Warning: This is a drabble.
Enjoy.
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Little Brown.
Krillen, along with the other Z warriors stood upon the cliff watching the battle between the greatest fighter in the world and Cell, the "Perfect Being," commence.
Go Goku, thought Krillen. He chuckled internally. Man, I'd like to see Cell get out of this one. If he has any brains left after the battle is over, that is. Wow! Look at 'em go. Such power!
"You know what, Krillen?" a small voice said.
Krillen turned to the young boy beside him. Huge green eyes looked back. "What?"
"My uncle is going to win, hands down."
Krillen laughed, reached out, and scrambled up the spiky black hair. "He-He, of course he is, Harry. Sayins have awesome power. In fact, they just keep going."
"Mm-hmm, I'm going to be just like Uncle Goku when I grow up," the boy stated, nodding vehemently.
Krillen glanced down at Harry's lazily swinging tail, watched as it curled around the boy's waist almost protectively. "Of that, I have no doubt."
The End.
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A/N: This story was inspired by all those fics I've read where Harry is a Sayin or Harry is Goku's relative. I didn't feel like getting into all the mechanics of it so I thought a drabble would some it up nicely.