~Author's Note~ Since I'm failing to remember how Harry and Hagrid had
gotten to King's Cross Station in the book, I'll just make that part up as
I go along.
Disclaimer: After this chapter, I'm going to quit posting disclaimers. You already know that I don't own Dragonball Z and Harry Potter.
Dealing With A New Gift
Chapter Six
On the Hogwarts Express
Bill Weasley led the saiyans away from Diagon Alley through The Leaky Cauldron. He had them make a brief stop there, so that the boys could change into their casual street clothing. While Goten and Trunks were away in the latrine, he dumped their belongings and school supplies into two large luggage trunks. Plus, borrowing a huge cloth napkin, draped and fascines it over Kijutsu's cage. As soon as the cage went dark for the Airax, it fell asleep. When the boys came back, they went outside and hailed a taxi to King's Cross Station. Along the way, Bill explained to them about Platform 9 ¾ and what to expect at Hogwarts. Good thing to taxi driver couldn't hear them, since he was way too busy yelling at bad drivers and listening to a baseball game on the radio.
Once the driver was paid upon their arrival, Goten and Trunks lugged their luggage until Bill brought over some trollies. As they weaved their way around Muggles and families of other wizards, Bill handed them their train fancy train tickets. Also, some money to pay for food on the train, and explaining on how their money system worked. Dumbledore had lended Bill most of that money to help the saiyans get a fresh start.
When they had arrived in front of the wall that seperated Platforms 9 and 10, Bill paid his good-byes to them before explaining how to get through the portal. "All you have to do is walk straight into that wall. Don't stop until you get to the other side, which will be outside. Best to do at a bit of run, if you're nervous." He tried to assure their doubts.
Goten was the first to aline his trolly with Platform 9 ¾. "Thanks for everything, Bill. Hope to see you again soon. Bye!" He spoke over his shoulder, as his trolly propelled forward. As Goten approached, his anxiety level increased, but not to worry. He closed his eyes shut as his body phased through the portal. On his eyelids, the surroundings remained dark. He could also sense an abuntance of life force on the other side. Feeling warm sunlight caressing his skin, Goten opened his eyes.
He found himself standing in an outside train station, but there was only a single train present. This side of the station was noisier and much more crowded than the previous side. That was because there were only kids and teenagers bustling about the platform and getting onto the Hogwarts' Express.
Back on the other side of the portal, "Okay, Trunks. Your turn now!" encouraged Bill.
"I can't," the latter responded firmly, while waiting there.
"Eh? Why not?"
"It's because Goten needs to move out of the way, so I can get go!"
"How can you possibly know that? He's on the other side."
"While he may not be in plain sight, I can sense his energy levels from here." Trunks answered calmly. Relaxing his muscles and concentrating on staring through the wall, he yelled mentally, "GOTEN! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE I RUN YOU OVER!"
Back at Goten's side, he nearly jumped out of his skin, when he heard the blast of Trunks' voice ringing through his mind. "Alright, alright! Sheesh! I'm moving! Don't get your boxers in a knot!" He sent back, moving forward enough to allow his companion to get through. 'Gee, I wonder where he got that "I'm king of the world" attitude from." he thought as he waited.
On the other side again, "About time! Well, good bye, Bill! Thanks for all of this! See you soon!" Trunks smiled and waved, then scooted his trolly through the portal. Arriving on the other side, he found Goten waiting for him nearby. "According to Bill, we have to hand that conductor over there our tickets, then find a seat on the express. Also, the trip will take a few hours, so we'll need to buy food from the food trolly person." Trunks reminded him.
They went over and did just that. "Welcome to the Hogwarts' Express and have a good year." The conductor spoke with a booming voice and allowed them on the train.
Once on the train, workers helped them get stuff transferred onto a mini- trolly. The creamy-tan colored walls and velvet-carpeted floors of the halls were slightly narrow in appearance. There were plenty of huge windows on the opposite wall to look out of at the scenery. As Goten and Trunks pushed their mini-trollies down the hall and around a corner, Trunks bumped into something hard.
"Bloody hell! Watch where you are going next time!" came the an annoyed English accent of a young man.
Once Trunks was back on his feet, he saw a boy with red hair, brown eyes, freckles, that was glaring at him. He looked to be of the same age as that Malfoy trash back at the shop. The saiyan soon found out that the boy was angry because his trunk had popped open, spilling the contents onto the floor. "Did he just cuss at me?" Trunks whispered over to Goten. "I don't think so.," he answered.
"Are you two, at the least, going to help me with this? Or are you part of the git, Mafloy's crew? If you are, then shove off!" the red-head barked angrily at the standing forms.
"Excuse me, did you say Malfoy?" Trunks answered, his voice filled with distaste. "Why would I be friends with a low-life like him for?"
"Oh really."
"Want to make something of it, pal?" challenged the saiyan. He was ready at any given moment to strike.
Whipping out his wand, "Sure, I love a challenge. Don't worry. I'll go easy on you, since you're only a first year."
"What?" answered a stunned Trunks. But no matter, he was already on the verge to power up to a Super Saiyan.
"Trunks!" came the warning voice of Goten at his side. But, he was interrupted by a girl with long, wavy brunette hair, appearing at the red- head's side.
"Ron, starting a fight again are you?" the girl spoke. The way her voice sounded and carried herself, seemed graceful and intelligent.
"These Malfoy cronies rammed into me on purpose," Ron answered stiffly. He didn't take his enraged eyes away from Trunks'.
"How many times do I have to tell you, that we're not his friends?!" came the low dangerous voice of his opponent.
"Because I don't trust, plus you're rude like them."
"Ron!" the girl scolded.
"Okay! That' it! You're going down buster!" yelled Trunks. He ran forward, bounding over Ron's trunk, went flying into the air. The saiyan raised his arm, ready to deliver an arm chop to slam into Ron's oncoming shoulder. It amused him greatly, that the two strangers froze in shock and gasped at his speed.
A second away from smacking Ron, came a voice from behind him, "Expelleraimous!" Suddenly, a jet of orange and white sparks came firing at Trunks. Hitting him in the stomach, he was sent flying through the air. Just before he arced down to collide with the hard floor, a tall, dark figure stepped out of nowhere and caught him by the shoulders.
Placing the boy back on his feet, "I order you all to save your dueling for later. Go and sit down, and don't let me find you at it again! Do I make myself clear?"
Everyone turned to look at the man behind Trunks. He was tall, wearing a wizard's robe in black and crimson with black boots. With a slight build, shoulder length dark brown hair in a ponytail and dark, intense green eyes. Adorned one ear, was an eagle's talon tangling from the earring. The way his clothes looked, made him seem like a bandit or a punk. Plus, he didn't seem much older than Bill Weasley. Like Bill, he was handsome, but had a rough, friendly voice.
"Excuse me, sir, but, who are you?" asked Harry Potter from behind Hermione and Ron.
"You'll learn soon enough when we are there," the rough voice answered. He gave a kurt nod, then went back down the hall and into his compartment. The wizards watched his retreating figure, his robes bellowing out from behind him.
Hermione sighed and slightly blushed. "Ew! You like him?" asked the disgusted voice of Ron Weasley.
"Uh.no I don't," she insisted. Hermione blushed even a deeper scarlet, then tried covering her cheeks out of embarrassment.
Her other companion just laughed at the feuding couple, "I apologize for that. Ron has a bad temper, and a tendacy to pick fights. And, blame others when it's obviously not their fault."
"Hey! I heard that!" came Ron's protest.
But, the brunette, green eyed, skinny, boy with a scar on his forhead, just ignored him. "And, the spell I used on you earlier." Harry added. He was surprised that the saiyans hadn't noticed his scar yet. Most would make a fuss over the sight of it, but, for some unfathomable reason, these two didn't. "I'm Harry Potter, by the way, a fifth year."
"Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Trunks. And this here next to me is stupid." Trunks introduced themselves.
"Hey!" Goten protested like Ron had earlier. "What Trunks was trying to say, was that my name is Goten. Also, we accept your apology. We're new to the area, we're first years, and never been to the U.K. before." He filled Harry in, while his friends laugh faded off his face.
"Oh, foreigners, eh?" Harry asked with interest. "Where are you from?"
"Japan."
Harry nearly fell over anime style, but his face was covered in shock. "JAPAN?! That's like, thousands of miles away! How did you get here and how did you learn to speak English so quickly?!"
"Well, we-," Goten started to respond, but got cut short when the conductor came by and ordered them to get to their seats because the train was about to leave.
"Hey, want to share a compartment with my friends and I?" Harry offered. "You can tell me more when we get inside."
"Sure," the latter answered as he picked up his stuff. "Come on Trunks!" calling over his shoulder as he followed Harry and his companions to their usual spot.
Goten and Trunks entered the spacious compartment that they now were sharing with the other wizards. The two opposing walls left to right, were covered with a row of cushioned seats that were long enough to be a couch. A shelf encircling the room, above their heads, Ron and Hermione were loading their stuff with Harry's. The wall that they were facing now, had a huge window with passing scenery going slowly by. Harry took the saiyans stuff and put it up there with the rest of theirs, too.
"Oh, man. He invited them?" Ron whispered to Hermione next to him. She responded by bonking him on the head, before he could he heard. "Ack! Herm." Hermione just shook her head at his unbelievable rudeness towards their guests.
When their guests were seated next to Harry, "Hello. I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ronald Weasley. And, that's Harry Potter." She greeted them with a warm smile.
"Wait! Back it up," spoke the now bewildered Trunks, "You're Bill's little brother?"
"Yes," answered the latter, "How do you know my older brother?"
"He was the one who taught us English! Plus, we just said good-bye to him a few moments ago!"
"Are you serious?!" came all three shocked questions.
For the next few hours, Goten and Trunks told the story about Bill tutoring them back home til they left him at the station. The wizards ate every word of their story, as they all munched on candy from the trolly. They made sure to leave out the part that they were saiyans, and told the wizards that they were well-trained martial artists.
Soon, the sun began to set in the sky. Painting it in shades of blue, pink, gold, and orange all smeared across it like a water-color work of art. As it grew darker, Harry and Ron introduced the game of Wizards' Snap to the saiyans.
~TO BE CONTINUED.~
Disclaimer: After this chapter, I'm going to quit posting disclaimers. You already know that I don't own Dragonball Z and Harry Potter.
Dealing With A New Gift
Chapter Six
On the Hogwarts Express
Bill Weasley led the saiyans away from Diagon Alley through The Leaky Cauldron. He had them make a brief stop there, so that the boys could change into their casual street clothing. While Goten and Trunks were away in the latrine, he dumped their belongings and school supplies into two large luggage trunks. Plus, borrowing a huge cloth napkin, draped and fascines it over Kijutsu's cage. As soon as the cage went dark for the Airax, it fell asleep. When the boys came back, they went outside and hailed a taxi to King's Cross Station. Along the way, Bill explained to them about Platform 9 ¾ and what to expect at Hogwarts. Good thing to taxi driver couldn't hear them, since he was way too busy yelling at bad drivers and listening to a baseball game on the radio.
Once the driver was paid upon their arrival, Goten and Trunks lugged their luggage until Bill brought over some trollies. As they weaved their way around Muggles and families of other wizards, Bill handed them their train fancy train tickets. Also, some money to pay for food on the train, and explaining on how their money system worked. Dumbledore had lended Bill most of that money to help the saiyans get a fresh start.
When they had arrived in front of the wall that seperated Platforms 9 and 10, Bill paid his good-byes to them before explaining how to get through the portal. "All you have to do is walk straight into that wall. Don't stop until you get to the other side, which will be outside. Best to do at a bit of run, if you're nervous." He tried to assure their doubts.
Goten was the first to aline his trolly with Platform 9 ¾. "Thanks for everything, Bill. Hope to see you again soon. Bye!" He spoke over his shoulder, as his trolly propelled forward. As Goten approached, his anxiety level increased, but not to worry. He closed his eyes shut as his body phased through the portal. On his eyelids, the surroundings remained dark. He could also sense an abuntance of life force on the other side. Feeling warm sunlight caressing his skin, Goten opened his eyes.
He found himself standing in an outside train station, but there was only a single train present. This side of the station was noisier and much more crowded than the previous side. That was because there were only kids and teenagers bustling about the platform and getting onto the Hogwarts' Express.
Back on the other side of the portal, "Okay, Trunks. Your turn now!" encouraged Bill.
"I can't," the latter responded firmly, while waiting there.
"Eh? Why not?"
"It's because Goten needs to move out of the way, so I can get go!"
"How can you possibly know that? He's on the other side."
"While he may not be in plain sight, I can sense his energy levels from here." Trunks answered calmly. Relaxing his muscles and concentrating on staring through the wall, he yelled mentally, "GOTEN! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE I RUN YOU OVER!"
Back at Goten's side, he nearly jumped out of his skin, when he heard the blast of Trunks' voice ringing through his mind. "Alright, alright! Sheesh! I'm moving! Don't get your boxers in a knot!" He sent back, moving forward enough to allow his companion to get through. 'Gee, I wonder where he got that "I'm king of the world" attitude from." he thought as he waited.
On the other side again, "About time! Well, good bye, Bill! Thanks for all of this! See you soon!" Trunks smiled and waved, then scooted his trolly through the portal. Arriving on the other side, he found Goten waiting for him nearby. "According to Bill, we have to hand that conductor over there our tickets, then find a seat on the express. Also, the trip will take a few hours, so we'll need to buy food from the food trolly person." Trunks reminded him.
They went over and did just that. "Welcome to the Hogwarts' Express and have a good year." The conductor spoke with a booming voice and allowed them on the train.
Once on the train, workers helped them get stuff transferred onto a mini- trolly. The creamy-tan colored walls and velvet-carpeted floors of the halls were slightly narrow in appearance. There were plenty of huge windows on the opposite wall to look out of at the scenery. As Goten and Trunks pushed their mini-trollies down the hall and around a corner, Trunks bumped into something hard.
"Bloody hell! Watch where you are going next time!" came the an annoyed English accent of a young man.
Once Trunks was back on his feet, he saw a boy with red hair, brown eyes, freckles, that was glaring at him. He looked to be of the same age as that Malfoy trash back at the shop. The saiyan soon found out that the boy was angry because his trunk had popped open, spilling the contents onto the floor. "Did he just cuss at me?" Trunks whispered over to Goten. "I don't think so.," he answered.
"Are you two, at the least, going to help me with this? Or are you part of the git, Mafloy's crew? If you are, then shove off!" the red-head barked angrily at the standing forms.
"Excuse me, did you say Malfoy?" Trunks answered, his voice filled with distaste. "Why would I be friends with a low-life like him for?"
"Oh really."
"Want to make something of it, pal?" challenged the saiyan. He was ready at any given moment to strike.
Whipping out his wand, "Sure, I love a challenge. Don't worry. I'll go easy on you, since you're only a first year."
"What?" answered a stunned Trunks. But no matter, he was already on the verge to power up to a Super Saiyan.
"Trunks!" came the warning voice of Goten at his side. But, he was interrupted by a girl with long, wavy brunette hair, appearing at the red- head's side.
"Ron, starting a fight again are you?" the girl spoke. The way her voice sounded and carried herself, seemed graceful and intelligent.
"These Malfoy cronies rammed into me on purpose," Ron answered stiffly. He didn't take his enraged eyes away from Trunks'.
"How many times do I have to tell you, that we're not his friends?!" came the low dangerous voice of his opponent.
"Because I don't trust, plus you're rude like them."
"Ron!" the girl scolded.
"Okay! That' it! You're going down buster!" yelled Trunks. He ran forward, bounding over Ron's trunk, went flying into the air. The saiyan raised his arm, ready to deliver an arm chop to slam into Ron's oncoming shoulder. It amused him greatly, that the two strangers froze in shock and gasped at his speed.
A second away from smacking Ron, came a voice from behind him, "Expelleraimous!" Suddenly, a jet of orange and white sparks came firing at Trunks. Hitting him in the stomach, he was sent flying through the air. Just before he arced down to collide with the hard floor, a tall, dark figure stepped out of nowhere and caught him by the shoulders.
Placing the boy back on his feet, "I order you all to save your dueling for later. Go and sit down, and don't let me find you at it again! Do I make myself clear?"
Everyone turned to look at the man behind Trunks. He was tall, wearing a wizard's robe in black and crimson with black boots. With a slight build, shoulder length dark brown hair in a ponytail and dark, intense green eyes. Adorned one ear, was an eagle's talon tangling from the earring. The way his clothes looked, made him seem like a bandit or a punk. Plus, he didn't seem much older than Bill Weasley. Like Bill, he was handsome, but had a rough, friendly voice.
"Excuse me, sir, but, who are you?" asked Harry Potter from behind Hermione and Ron.
"You'll learn soon enough when we are there," the rough voice answered. He gave a kurt nod, then went back down the hall and into his compartment. The wizards watched his retreating figure, his robes bellowing out from behind him.
Hermione sighed and slightly blushed. "Ew! You like him?" asked the disgusted voice of Ron Weasley.
"Uh.no I don't," she insisted. Hermione blushed even a deeper scarlet, then tried covering her cheeks out of embarrassment.
Her other companion just laughed at the feuding couple, "I apologize for that. Ron has a bad temper, and a tendacy to pick fights. And, blame others when it's obviously not their fault."
"Hey! I heard that!" came Ron's protest.
But, the brunette, green eyed, skinny, boy with a scar on his forhead, just ignored him. "And, the spell I used on you earlier." Harry added. He was surprised that the saiyans hadn't noticed his scar yet. Most would make a fuss over the sight of it, but, for some unfathomable reason, these two didn't. "I'm Harry Potter, by the way, a fifth year."
"Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm Trunks. And this here next to me is stupid." Trunks introduced themselves.
"Hey!" Goten protested like Ron had earlier. "What Trunks was trying to say, was that my name is Goten. Also, we accept your apology. We're new to the area, we're first years, and never been to the U.K. before." He filled Harry in, while his friends laugh faded off his face.
"Oh, foreigners, eh?" Harry asked with interest. "Where are you from?"
"Japan."
Harry nearly fell over anime style, but his face was covered in shock. "JAPAN?! That's like, thousands of miles away! How did you get here and how did you learn to speak English so quickly?!"
"Well, we-," Goten started to respond, but got cut short when the conductor came by and ordered them to get to their seats because the train was about to leave.
"Hey, want to share a compartment with my friends and I?" Harry offered. "You can tell me more when we get inside."
"Sure," the latter answered as he picked up his stuff. "Come on Trunks!" calling over his shoulder as he followed Harry and his companions to their usual spot.
Goten and Trunks entered the spacious compartment that they now were sharing with the other wizards. The two opposing walls left to right, were covered with a row of cushioned seats that were long enough to be a couch. A shelf encircling the room, above their heads, Ron and Hermione were loading their stuff with Harry's. The wall that they were facing now, had a huge window with passing scenery going slowly by. Harry took the saiyans stuff and put it up there with the rest of theirs, too.
"Oh, man. He invited them?" Ron whispered to Hermione next to him. She responded by bonking him on the head, before he could he heard. "Ack! Herm." Hermione just shook her head at his unbelievable rudeness towards their guests.
When their guests were seated next to Harry, "Hello. I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ronald Weasley. And, that's Harry Potter." She greeted them with a warm smile.
"Wait! Back it up," spoke the now bewildered Trunks, "You're Bill's little brother?"
"Yes," answered the latter, "How do you know my older brother?"
"He was the one who taught us English! Plus, we just said good-bye to him a few moments ago!"
"Are you serious?!" came all three shocked questions.
For the next few hours, Goten and Trunks told the story about Bill tutoring them back home til they left him at the station. The wizards ate every word of their story, as they all munched on candy from the trolly. They made sure to leave out the part that they were saiyans, and told the wizards that they were well-trained martial artists.
Soon, the sun began to set in the sky. Painting it in shades of blue, pink, gold, and orange all smeared across it like a water-color work of art. As it grew darker, Harry and Ron introduced the game of Wizards' Snap to the saiyans.
~TO BE CONTINUED.~
