Summary: After Trunks was announced the Strongest Under The Heavens, the Z warriors head back to Kami's Look Out to get some answers about the little incident.

Disclaimer: once again, alas, I do not own Harry Potter nor Dragonball Z.

Dealing With A New Gift

Chapter One

Get The Message

After being harassed by hords of reporters about the match, the young saiyans stroud out back to the waiting room.

"Man! Those news reporters are so annoying!" complained Trunks, wiping his face with a towel that was draped about his shoulders.

Goten, who was walking beside him, joined in, "Yeah! I'd almost gone blind if we hadn't walked faster!" All the while, twirling his sweaty towel like a whip.

"Hey! Watch! Don't get your icky sweat on me," smelling the air, "Pew! You can sure use a shower, too!" Trunks waved his wand near his nose.

Putting his hands on his hips, "Look whose talking!" he said in a huff.

"Excuse me?!" his companion perked up. "Well, at least I don't have blue-" But before Trunks could finish his sentence, they had arrived in the waiting room.

No sooner had they entered, a man that looked to be in his early thirties, approached them, followed by a group of older martial artists. "Hey, guys!" he yelled so cheerfully that Trunks could've have sworn the windows rattled in their frames. Goku wrapped an arm around Trunks' neck and gave him a nuggie. "Congratulations on your big win!"

'Ow! Does Goten's father have to rub that hard?!' Trunks wined to himself. Then answering politely, "Thanks!"

Then, Goku released him, and went over to slap his youngest son on the shoulder. "Close match!" Upon getting a good look at Goten's hair, "Wow!-" tugging on one of the spikes, "-I like what you've done with it!"

Goten stood there, whispered a "thanks," while he sweatdropped at his father's light-hearted treatment of the situation.

"Good try sweetie!" said his mother, giving him a hug and a kiss. Over the years, she had decided to let her down a bit by putting it into a high ponytail. Which did look much better than her tight bun. "Aw, mom!" Goten whined, while his cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. The rest of their group nearby laughed at his expence.

Suddenly, a tall dark figure started approaching from behind. It leapt forward, placing hands on the boys' shoulders, and yelled "Boo!"

"Wah!" the young saiyans yelped. Turning around to see who the offender was, was Goten's older brother, Gohan, standing there with an amused grin on his face. But, before he could make a comment about this, Gohan's face turned to shock. As soon as the shock had died down, Goten's blue hair had turned back to it's original black. "Ack!"

"HUH?" was what everyone gasped in utter confusion once again.

Guessing that it had to do something with his hair, Goten looked up at his bangs and tugged on one, "Oh! Yeah! My hair is back to normal! Thanks a lot Gohan! Blue is definitely not my color." He smiled happily, then amused at Bulma. Which, Bulma just huffed at.

A sullen, muscular figure with tall black spikey hair, leaning against a column decided to speak up, "What the heck was that out there?" Keeping a cool, indifferent face, Vegeta waited for an answer, arms crossed in his usual manner.

Fully aware what his father had meant, "I really don't know." answered Trunks, sounding confused himself. Meanwhile, his companion just shrugged.

Keeping the conversation serious, "Kakarott, has this happened with hybrids before? I cannot recall our race having this trait." Vegeta shifted uneasily, he didn't like it when he didn't know what was going on.

Goku just shrugged. "How I am supposed to know? This never happened with Gohan. Scratching his head, he tried to think of a reasonable explanation. But coming up with nothing, he relaxed his shoulders and sighed.

"Goten. Trunks," came the calm, rough voice of Piccolo. The boys turned their attention over to him. "Go pick your winnings, then meet us all outside of the stadium. We need to disucuss this with Dende and the others at Kami's place."

They nodded in response, then raced off towards the main hall to do what Piccolo had asked. Once, they got to where the everyone else were to meet, they all joined hands. The group closed their eyes and bowed their heads, concentrating, Goku used instant transmission to teleport them to Kami's look out.

Upon arrival, they were warmly greeted by Dende, Mr. Popo, and Supreme Kai. After the trio congratulated Goten and Trunks on their match, they all went to the dining hall to have a victory feast.

All of the warrior gorged down on tons of delicious food, with very tasteful table manners, indeed. A cool, gentle breeze blew in from the open window.

Amongst that whiff of air, was a beautiful, snowy white, eagle owl. It's wing tips gently brushing by the window frame as it entered the dining hall. The inhabitance in the room, abruptly, all looked up at the strange bird. Ignoring their silly expressions, the eagle owl gracefully, swooped downwards. It flew over Piccolo's head at one end of the table, to the other, where the Supreme Kai sat proudly at the head. Inches away from it's target, the bird swooped up slightly, the eagle owl released the letter from it's clawed feet. The letter gently floated downwards, Supreme Kai's hand shot out and snatched it right out of the air. Meanwhile, the bird flew over to rest on his shoulder.

The Z warriors watched him indently to see what would happen next. 'What the heck is an owl doing all the way here in Japan?!' Were some of the common perturbed thoughts.

Looking at the eagle owl, then to the letter, the Supreme Kai flipped it over to read the fine green lines of calligraphy. "What?" he gasped. The address on there was in English!
~Author's Note~

Things I've changed or to take notice of:

*I know Bulma's hair is green, but the characters refer to it as blue.

*Since the Fusion Saga, Supreme Kai has been permantly fused to his guardian. But, I would enjoy it more if they were separate. Supreme Kai is more interesting as an individual.

*I didn't mention all of the other Z Warriors or members, but, just be aware that they are there too.

Okay, I know this chapter may have been boring or slow. But, be patient! When I submit material, there's limited size of files allowed. So, yeah. The next chapter on and so forth are going to be fascinating! I guarantee! Bye for now.