GAH!!! When I asked for ideas, I forgot to draw the line somewhere.. I
DON'T WRITE ROMANCE FICS SO PLEASE DON'T ASK ME
TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *shudder* sorry about that, I just DON'T
write romances, unless I get enough demand and decide to swallow my
reputation as a pessimist towards romance. But for everyone else who
pointed out careless mistakes and gave me helpful hints or random comments,
I'm very grateful ^_^
Ah yes, one kind reviewer was good enough to point out to me the fact that Goku is in fact alive during this time frame. My explanation..author ignorance? Nah, he's dead coz it suits the story better in my worthless opinion.
Disclaimer: Finally! The lawyers cleared off when one of them accidentally whacked Vegeta with a briefcase. Sorry did I say cleared off? They were blasted into the other dimension *sigh* How predictable. Ok, Goku you can do the honours.
Goku: what honours?
Wild-filly: you get to disclaim the story!
Goku: *scratches head* what's "disclaim" mean?
Wild-filly: *growling in exasperation* it means I don't own you or Harry Potter, ok????
Goku: *continues to scratch head and then smiles as if undergoing a sudden great idea* but then haven't you already disclaimed the story by telling me?
Wild-filly: HOW DARE YOU CONTRADICT THE AUTHOR??? YOU"RE FIRED FROM EVER DOING A DISCLAIMER EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
Goku: ok! *ambles away cheerfully*
Wild-filly: grrrrrrrrrrrr...
**Chapter 4**
Shards of dawn light filtered through heavy crimson curtains, staining the scarlet and gold circular room with dappled rays of sunlight. On the flagstone floor, partially covered by islands of rug, were a huge assortment of sleeping bags, blankets and snoring. Gohan, Goku, Goten and Trunks were all still recovering from the previous night and were absolutely dead to the world - oblivious to the stares they were attracting from the sleepy Gryffindors who were trooping down from their dormitories for breakfast. Vegeta and Piccolo were nowhere to be seen.
Harry yawned, sitting up sleepily in bed and groping his bedside cabinet for those illusive glasses. Finally seizing a circular lens, Harry pushed the glasses onto his nose and blinked hard a couple of times, wondering what had disturbed him this soon before his usual waking time. Wafting sounds of surprised chatter where coming from downstairs. The aliens!
Scrambling out of bed, hurriedly tugging on his coal-black robe, Harry bolted down the spiral staircase down to the common room. Harry was instantly confronted by Neville, who for once was also up early.
"Harry!" whispered Neville as loudly as he dared, shuffling his way through the crowd of fascinated wizards and witches "who are they?"
Harry smiled briefly at Neville, "it's a long story, and Ron's wand accidentally transported them here". Instantly, every Gryffindor in the room turned to stare at him. "Who are they?" came Colin's voice from somewhere near the back of the group. "They're from a different dimension, one of the spells Ron was performing backfired. As far as I know, they're martial artists and some of them aren't actually human".
A muffled clumping made its way down the stairs and the half-asleep and scruffily dressed Ron eyed the crowd in surprise. "You brought these people here, Ron?" whispered Colin loudly, his excited face only just visible over the heads of the curious Gryffindors. Ron grinned nervously, still not fully awake, "uh, can I answer these later? It's just that I'm starving!" Hermione emerged from yet another flight of stairs and smiled at the snoring mass of Saiyan and demi-Saiyans plastered on the floor, "do you think we should tell them that it's time for breakfast?"
Instantly Goku's eyes flew open, "breakfast?" Jerked into life by a word associated with food, Gohan, Goten and Trunks all sat up in their sleeping bags with startling speed. "Food? Where? Where?" shrieked Goten excitedly, head snapping in every direction as he tried to spot the afore- mentioned food before his father, brother or friend could beat him to it.
*
Meanwhile, Vegeta had woken up considerably earlier than the other Saiyans and decided that even if he had been transported into an unknown dimension, it was no reason to stop training. It was pretty unlikely that there would be a gravity machine anywhere, but from what the Saiyan Prince saw from the window of the Gryffindor common room, this castle had impressive grounds which would be suitable enough for training.
Vegeta glared at the window; should I bother using all those doors or just blast my way out? Might as well just make my own exit, if these freaks really are wizards, it won't bother them. Striding forwards, Vegeta placed the tips of his fingers on the cold stone wall. He froze for a moment, frowning slightly in concentration, then pushed. The Saiyan's gloved hands sank into the castle wall like a hot knife through butter and slowly pushed themselves outwards and downwards, ripping a Saiyan-sized hole in the castle wall. Smirking slightly, Vegeta leapt out of the "doorway" and hovered outside the Gryffindor tower.
'This place certainly is bigger than I thought' realised Vegeta as he cruised through the sky above the castle. He then stopped to hover over the Quidditch pitch. 'Perfect'
Vegeta dived down and landed gracefully on the smooth lawn of the pitch, glaring at Piccolo who was already meditating in the middle. "What are you doing here, Namek?" Piccolo opened one eye to return the glare, "some of us have already been here for two hours while the rest of us have been sleeping". Vegeta stuck is nose in the air arrogantly, "well in that case, some of us have had enough time here and need to move over and let the real fighters train". Piccolo opened the other eye, unfolding his legs and coming to rest on the ground again, "is that a challenge?"
Vegeta grinned. No competition in this spar.
*
Madame Hooch hurried down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office, seriously doubting her own sanity. She could have sworn she'd seen two strange creatures flying around the Quidditch pitch, without broomsticks and were throwing what looked like handfuls of light at each other, was she going crazy? The crusty Quidditch coach shook herself mentally; Albus would know what to do.
*
Goku yawned sleepily, stretching both arms out behind his back and then whacking his face with both hands in attempt to kick his eyes back into function, "so, where do we have breakfast?" Harry shuffled forward, Ron and Hermione at his side, "we'll have to go down to the Great Hall. Where are the others?" "Huh?" was Goku's thoughtful reply as he realised that the room was minus two occupants and there was a relatively new Saiyan- shaped hole in the wall. Gohan sighed, putting two and two together faster than his illiterate father, "Piccolo and Vegeta probably went off to train somewhere; their kis are close by so they should turn up when Vegeta gets hungry".
Harry nodded, "this way, come on!" Flanked by Ron and Hermione, Harry cut a path for the yawning Saiyans through the fascinated crowd. Clambering out of the portrait hole, Gohan blinked in the soft light, taking in the beauty of the surroundings he had been unable to see earlier. The coppery bricks were partially covered by numerous paintings which joined the rest of Gryffindor Tower in staring at the newcomers. Padding down the sweeping staircases, the Son family (minus Chi-Chi) and Trunks finally arrived in a massive hall; fluffy white clouds circling the seated students and teachers already there and staring pointedly at the Saiyans.
Gohan grinned nervously, realising just how conspicuous they looked - a small group of spiky-haired...people, dressed in strange, loose-fitting fighting gis. Goku seemed to be noticing this as well and was scratching his back in the way he always did when confused.
Harry glanced around the raised area where the teachers sat. Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.
*
Piccolo and Vegeta locked together, furiously exchanging kicks and punches - blocking at unbelievably fast rates. Vegeta broke away, leaving a still image as he cut in from behind; punching deep into the small of the Namek's back. Piccolo gave a strangled gasp of pain and plummeted to the ground; only able to stop himself at the last moment and hover a few inches above the turf, glaring up at the smirking Saiyan. With a snarl, he leapt back into the air, shooting a series of ki blasts at the cocky warrior as the Namekian struggled to come to terms with the fact that he knew Vegeta was only toying with him in this spar - all he had to do was transform and it would be over.
Madame Hooch jogged down to the edge of the pitch, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagal, Snape and Hagrid right after her. "See?" she rasped nervously, "I came down to check if the pitch would be okay for Quidditch training today and those.things were there!" Snape stepped forward, dark eyes glinting malevolently as he drew a wand from the folds of his black robe. Dumbledore frowned, "Severus, these are guests of the castle." Snape jerked back, stiffening in surprise, "when did they arrive? What are they?"
Albus strode forward onto the pitch, catching the attention of the two fighters. Breaking away from the bout of trading blows, Piccolo dived back down to the ground while Vegeta created another still-frame in a fit of egocentricity. Piccolo glanced at the Saiyan prince as Vegeta adopted his standard pose which could be quite accurately translated as 'you are not worthy of my presence, now LEAVE or I will be forced to use an ounce of my strength to dispose of you'. No chance he was going to help explain this one to the old wizard.
"Forgive us for making use of your castle grounds, but we needed an area to spar". There; an exceptionally long speech by Piccolo's standards.
Snape blinked. "What do you mean, spar?" Piccolo jerked his head irritably towards Snape, why did the human insist on asking stupid questions? "I mean 'spar' as in martial arts. From where we come from, our skill at martial arts is what keeps us alive." Snape smirked - Albus had found yet another bunch of crackpots to hang around with. Vegeta glared at Snape; he could tell that the greasy human had moved forward to threaten them and felt that it was his right to ensure that the human never tried such a foolish tact again. Final Flash should work just fine. Snape felt the burning stare of short Saiyan prince and returned a glare of similar velocity and arrogance.
"Well if there is nothing wrong out here, might I suggest that we return to breakfast? After all we are keeping the rest of the school waiting", McGonagal chipped in curtly, sensing the intense feeling of hatred building between Severus and the "visitor" who wasn't green. The small group of teachers turned and wandered back into the castle, Piccolo and Vegeta following after them. Snape was especially reluctant to expose his back to the shorter.man.
*
Seated beside Harry at the Gryffindor table, Gohan looked towards the entrance of the hall, sensing Piccolo and Vegeta's kis approaching. 'About time too' muttered the demi-Saiyan, glancing reproachfully at his growling stomach. Goten leapt up from the bench, waving his arms furiously, "HURRY UP MR PICCOLO!! I'M STAAAAARRRRRVVVVVVIIIIIINGGGGGGG!!!!" If possible, the Son family attracted even more stares as the embarrassed Namekian and indifferent Saiyan prince navigated themselves over to the Gryffindor table and found seating places - Vegeta pointedly avoiding the cheerfully- grinning Kakarott. Piccolo sat between Gohan and Goten, glaring down at the ecstatic chibi who was desperately looking around for evidence of kitchens and the promised breakfast.
Dumbledore sedately made his way with the other teachers back to the head table, waiting for the hall to settle before starting to speak, "as you are all now aware, we have some unexpected guests among us. They came to be with us last night when a student's spell backfired and dragged them from their home-dimension into our own. Until one of their friends can answer their call for assistance or I myself can gather enough magical energy to send them home, they will be temporary members of the school community. Which of course means that they will have to be sorted into appropriate houses."
Instantly the hall was buzzing with whispered conversations. Goku blinked in confusion, turning to Harry who was staring at Dumbledore in surprise. Hermione leant over to speak to the stunned Harry, "where do you think they'll be put?" Awakening from his trance, Harry replied, "well, I hope they'll be in Gryffindor. Imagine if they get put in Slytherin!" Ron glanced at Vegeta, who was surveying the hall with a disgruntled expression writ across his face, "I guess some of them would be right at home in Slytherin", he muttered quietly.
"Would our guests please come forward to be sorted?" called Dumbledore, eyes meeting Goku's terminally confused stare. Stumbling to his feet, Goku clambered around the bench; Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Piccolo and Vegeta following in various states of confusion, apprehension and open disgust. Professor McGonagal brought out the battered old Sorting Hat, walking towards Goku. "Don't worry", she smiled at him, "just put on the hat and it'll tell you what house you belong in".
Goku grabbed the Sorting hat and tentatively fitted it over his dense black spikes. The Saiyan gave a little yelp of surprise when a rusty voice in his ear screeched, "what ARE you?!" Goku was too stunned to answer, but the hat refrained from any other questions after the initial outburst. "Interesting, very unusual.you have the heart of a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff, I'm not sure which to choose. Well, I think that since you're a martial artist Hufflepuff would be a bad choice, so you belong in GRYFFINDOR!" Heaving off the hat with a slightly dazed expression, Goku ambled over to the cheering Gryffindor table and recovered his place near Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Gohan, Piccolo, Goten and Trunks all ended up in Gryffindor as well, although the Sorting hat did ponder over putting Trunks in Slytherin for a while until the demi Saiyan realised that he'd rather be in Gryffindor to spread trouble with Goten, than on his own spreading trouble in a different house. Finally it was Vegeta's turn. McGonagal handed the repulsed Saiyan the bedraggled hat and he stared at it contemptuously before grudgingly pulling it on. The hall was then deafened as the hat screamed, "GET THIS MADMAN AWAY FROM ME!! HELP, HE'S GOING TO.." the hat never got a chance to finish. Roaring in indignance, Vegeta ripped off the Sorting hat and disposed of it with a massive ki-blast. Dumbledore sat up in shock as assorted students screamed and attempted to bolt out of the exits. The Son family, Trunks and Piccolo sighed - they knew Vegeta wouldn't go much longer in this place without blowing SOMETHING up.
McGonagal stared in open disbelief as Vegeta smirked in satisfaction at the small pile of ash that was once the Sorting hat. Regaining her shaky voice, McGonagal growled, "you belong in Slytherin beyond doubt".
*
**Back in the Dragonball Z world**
Dende delved through the depths of his bedroom, searching furiously for his Orb. Aah, finally! Rolling a large, cracked glass sphere from under his bed, Dende dusted off a couple of cobwebs from the Orb's cloudy surface, picked it up and padded outside with it balanced in one hand. Taking up his favourite spot at the edge of the Lookout in his yellow deck-chair, Dende used a small amount of his Godly powers to make the Orb float comfortably at eye level. Grinning evilly, Dende placed a smooth green hand on the Orb's fingerprinted circumference and chanted the awakening command. Instantly the Orb fizzed into life, billowing out a picture of the Great hall and its inhabitants within the depths of the smoke. Dende sighed contentedly, mentally adjusting the volume control of the Orb before settling down for a period of good entertainment. He should sell this stuff to the movies; he'd make a fortune, not to mention ruin Gohan's life further. Hmmmm.maybe when they get back...
Dende was just about to absorb himself completely in watching Gohan suffer when a ki signature surfaced into the young Kami's mind. Someone else was watching! But who? Dende was furious, how dare anyone else try to torture Gohan? That was HIS job and no one else's! Reaching out with all of his Namekian/Godly powers, Dende was going to make this invader pay...
*
The Supreme Kai gave a yelp of pain and surprise as he felt the traces of power latch onto him from where he sat at his desk, viewing Gohan's dilemma with suitable satisfaction for how much the demi-Saiyan had been annoying him lately. What was happening? Shin pushed against the tendrils of magical energy with his own brand of power, but it was no use. Whoever was attacking him was pouring absolutely everything into this move and Shin just wasn't motivated strongly enough to save himself. But who would attack him like this? As Supreme Kai, Shin had enemies, but very few of them had ever tried to attack him like this.
Shin grappled with the energy waves furiously; gasping with effort, the little lavender-skinned God fought to escape the glowing bindings that were fixing around his mind. Shin dimly remembered that he should call Kibito for help, but he hadn't wiped his Viewing Orb clean - he could get into even worse trouble for interfering with the lives of mortals than whatever was happening to him now. The wave of energy increased and Shin decided to give up his fight, "KIBITO!!" But it was too late. No sooner had the pink giant bolted into the room than the Supreme Kai was gone. The Orb fell from its blue velvet cushion and shattered on the floor; its thousands of fragments mirroring Kibito's desperate search for his master.
*
The Great Hall had only just recovered from its last bout of astonishment when the new one began. From out of nowhere, a strange figure fell from the stormy ceiling and landed on Vegeta, knocking the Saiyan onto the ground and concussing him on the flagstone tiles. Gohan gave a yelp of horror; there was no mistaking that white Mohawk and purple skin, it was the Supreme Kai. Shin groaned in agony, stumbling to his feet and staring at Vegeta in confusion, "where am I?" Then it struck him. Well, actually Vegeta got there first, but it occurred to Shin that whoever had attacked him had brought him to the dimension that Gohan had gotten himself trapped in.
Goku used Instant Transmission to stop Shin from flying straight through the opposite wall as Vegeta revived and kicked the Supreme Kai as hard as he could. "What are you doing here, Supreme Kai? Have you come to take us home?" Shin freed himself from Goku and dusted himself off, "those are very good questions, Goku, and I need answers for both of them as well."
Gohan slapped his forehead in exasperation. So much for calling the Supreme Kai for help.
I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up, please review!!!
Ah yes, one kind reviewer was good enough to point out to me the fact that Goku is in fact alive during this time frame. My explanation..author ignorance? Nah, he's dead coz it suits the story better in my worthless opinion.
Disclaimer: Finally! The lawyers cleared off when one of them accidentally whacked Vegeta with a briefcase. Sorry did I say cleared off? They were blasted into the other dimension *sigh* How predictable. Ok, Goku you can do the honours.
Goku: what honours?
Wild-filly: you get to disclaim the story!
Goku: *scratches head* what's "disclaim" mean?
Wild-filly: *growling in exasperation* it means I don't own you or Harry Potter, ok????
Goku: *continues to scratch head and then smiles as if undergoing a sudden great idea* but then haven't you already disclaimed the story by telling me?
Wild-filly: HOW DARE YOU CONTRADICT THE AUTHOR??? YOU"RE FIRED FROM EVER DOING A DISCLAIMER EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
Goku: ok! *ambles away cheerfully*
Wild-filly: grrrrrrrrrrrr...
**Chapter 4**
Shards of dawn light filtered through heavy crimson curtains, staining the scarlet and gold circular room with dappled rays of sunlight. On the flagstone floor, partially covered by islands of rug, were a huge assortment of sleeping bags, blankets and snoring. Gohan, Goku, Goten and Trunks were all still recovering from the previous night and were absolutely dead to the world - oblivious to the stares they were attracting from the sleepy Gryffindors who were trooping down from their dormitories for breakfast. Vegeta and Piccolo were nowhere to be seen.
Harry yawned, sitting up sleepily in bed and groping his bedside cabinet for those illusive glasses. Finally seizing a circular lens, Harry pushed the glasses onto his nose and blinked hard a couple of times, wondering what had disturbed him this soon before his usual waking time. Wafting sounds of surprised chatter where coming from downstairs. The aliens!
Scrambling out of bed, hurriedly tugging on his coal-black robe, Harry bolted down the spiral staircase down to the common room. Harry was instantly confronted by Neville, who for once was also up early.
"Harry!" whispered Neville as loudly as he dared, shuffling his way through the crowd of fascinated wizards and witches "who are they?"
Harry smiled briefly at Neville, "it's a long story, and Ron's wand accidentally transported them here". Instantly, every Gryffindor in the room turned to stare at him. "Who are they?" came Colin's voice from somewhere near the back of the group. "They're from a different dimension, one of the spells Ron was performing backfired. As far as I know, they're martial artists and some of them aren't actually human".
A muffled clumping made its way down the stairs and the half-asleep and scruffily dressed Ron eyed the crowd in surprise. "You brought these people here, Ron?" whispered Colin loudly, his excited face only just visible over the heads of the curious Gryffindors. Ron grinned nervously, still not fully awake, "uh, can I answer these later? It's just that I'm starving!" Hermione emerged from yet another flight of stairs and smiled at the snoring mass of Saiyan and demi-Saiyans plastered on the floor, "do you think we should tell them that it's time for breakfast?"
Instantly Goku's eyes flew open, "breakfast?" Jerked into life by a word associated with food, Gohan, Goten and Trunks all sat up in their sleeping bags with startling speed. "Food? Where? Where?" shrieked Goten excitedly, head snapping in every direction as he tried to spot the afore- mentioned food before his father, brother or friend could beat him to it.
*
Meanwhile, Vegeta had woken up considerably earlier than the other Saiyans and decided that even if he had been transported into an unknown dimension, it was no reason to stop training. It was pretty unlikely that there would be a gravity machine anywhere, but from what the Saiyan Prince saw from the window of the Gryffindor common room, this castle had impressive grounds which would be suitable enough for training.
Vegeta glared at the window; should I bother using all those doors or just blast my way out? Might as well just make my own exit, if these freaks really are wizards, it won't bother them. Striding forwards, Vegeta placed the tips of his fingers on the cold stone wall. He froze for a moment, frowning slightly in concentration, then pushed. The Saiyan's gloved hands sank into the castle wall like a hot knife through butter and slowly pushed themselves outwards and downwards, ripping a Saiyan-sized hole in the castle wall. Smirking slightly, Vegeta leapt out of the "doorway" and hovered outside the Gryffindor tower.
'This place certainly is bigger than I thought' realised Vegeta as he cruised through the sky above the castle. He then stopped to hover over the Quidditch pitch. 'Perfect'
Vegeta dived down and landed gracefully on the smooth lawn of the pitch, glaring at Piccolo who was already meditating in the middle. "What are you doing here, Namek?" Piccolo opened one eye to return the glare, "some of us have already been here for two hours while the rest of us have been sleeping". Vegeta stuck is nose in the air arrogantly, "well in that case, some of us have had enough time here and need to move over and let the real fighters train". Piccolo opened the other eye, unfolding his legs and coming to rest on the ground again, "is that a challenge?"
Vegeta grinned. No competition in this spar.
*
Madame Hooch hurried down the corridor towards Dumbledore's office, seriously doubting her own sanity. She could have sworn she'd seen two strange creatures flying around the Quidditch pitch, without broomsticks and were throwing what looked like handfuls of light at each other, was she going crazy? The crusty Quidditch coach shook herself mentally; Albus would know what to do.
*
Goku yawned sleepily, stretching both arms out behind his back and then whacking his face with both hands in attempt to kick his eyes back into function, "so, where do we have breakfast?" Harry shuffled forward, Ron and Hermione at his side, "we'll have to go down to the Great Hall. Where are the others?" "Huh?" was Goku's thoughtful reply as he realised that the room was minus two occupants and there was a relatively new Saiyan- shaped hole in the wall. Gohan sighed, putting two and two together faster than his illiterate father, "Piccolo and Vegeta probably went off to train somewhere; their kis are close by so they should turn up when Vegeta gets hungry".
Harry nodded, "this way, come on!" Flanked by Ron and Hermione, Harry cut a path for the yawning Saiyans through the fascinated crowd. Clambering out of the portrait hole, Gohan blinked in the soft light, taking in the beauty of the surroundings he had been unable to see earlier. The coppery bricks were partially covered by numerous paintings which joined the rest of Gryffindor Tower in staring at the newcomers. Padding down the sweeping staircases, the Son family (minus Chi-Chi) and Trunks finally arrived in a massive hall; fluffy white clouds circling the seated students and teachers already there and staring pointedly at the Saiyans.
Gohan grinned nervously, realising just how conspicuous they looked - a small group of spiky-haired...people, dressed in strange, loose-fitting fighting gis. Goku seemed to be noticing this as well and was scratching his back in the way he always did when confused.
Harry glanced around the raised area where the teachers sat. Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen.
*
Piccolo and Vegeta locked together, furiously exchanging kicks and punches - blocking at unbelievably fast rates. Vegeta broke away, leaving a still image as he cut in from behind; punching deep into the small of the Namek's back. Piccolo gave a strangled gasp of pain and plummeted to the ground; only able to stop himself at the last moment and hover a few inches above the turf, glaring up at the smirking Saiyan. With a snarl, he leapt back into the air, shooting a series of ki blasts at the cocky warrior as the Namekian struggled to come to terms with the fact that he knew Vegeta was only toying with him in this spar - all he had to do was transform and it would be over.
Madame Hooch jogged down to the edge of the pitch, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagal, Snape and Hagrid right after her. "See?" she rasped nervously, "I came down to check if the pitch would be okay for Quidditch training today and those.things were there!" Snape stepped forward, dark eyes glinting malevolently as he drew a wand from the folds of his black robe. Dumbledore frowned, "Severus, these are guests of the castle." Snape jerked back, stiffening in surprise, "when did they arrive? What are they?"
Albus strode forward onto the pitch, catching the attention of the two fighters. Breaking away from the bout of trading blows, Piccolo dived back down to the ground while Vegeta created another still-frame in a fit of egocentricity. Piccolo glanced at the Saiyan prince as Vegeta adopted his standard pose which could be quite accurately translated as 'you are not worthy of my presence, now LEAVE or I will be forced to use an ounce of my strength to dispose of you'. No chance he was going to help explain this one to the old wizard.
"Forgive us for making use of your castle grounds, but we needed an area to spar". There; an exceptionally long speech by Piccolo's standards.
Snape blinked. "What do you mean, spar?" Piccolo jerked his head irritably towards Snape, why did the human insist on asking stupid questions? "I mean 'spar' as in martial arts. From where we come from, our skill at martial arts is what keeps us alive." Snape smirked - Albus had found yet another bunch of crackpots to hang around with. Vegeta glared at Snape; he could tell that the greasy human had moved forward to threaten them and felt that it was his right to ensure that the human never tried such a foolish tact again. Final Flash should work just fine. Snape felt the burning stare of short Saiyan prince and returned a glare of similar velocity and arrogance.
"Well if there is nothing wrong out here, might I suggest that we return to breakfast? After all we are keeping the rest of the school waiting", McGonagal chipped in curtly, sensing the intense feeling of hatred building between Severus and the "visitor" who wasn't green. The small group of teachers turned and wandered back into the castle, Piccolo and Vegeta following after them. Snape was especially reluctant to expose his back to the shorter.man.
*
Seated beside Harry at the Gryffindor table, Gohan looked towards the entrance of the hall, sensing Piccolo and Vegeta's kis approaching. 'About time too' muttered the demi-Saiyan, glancing reproachfully at his growling stomach. Goten leapt up from the bench, waving his arms furiously, "HURRY UP MR PICCOLO!! I'M STAAAAARRRRRVVVVVVIIIIIINGGGGGGG!!!!" If possible, the Son family attracted even more stares as the embarrassed Namekian and indifferent Saiyan prince navigated themselves over to the Gryffindor table and found seating places - Vegeta pointedly avoiding the cheerfully- grinning Kakarott. Piccolo sat between Gohan and Goten, glaring down at the ecstatic chibi who was desperately looking around for evidence of kitchens and the promised breakfast.
Dumbledore sedately made his way with the other teachers back to the head table, waiting for the hall to settle before starting to speak, "as you are all now aware, we have some unexpected guests among us. They came to be with us last night when a student's spell backfired and dragged them from their home-dimension into our own. Until one of their friends can answer their call for assistance or I myself can gather enough magical energy to send them home, they will be temporary members of the school community. Which of course means that they will have to be sorted into appropriate houses."
Instantly the hall was buzzing with whispered conversations. Goku blinked in confusion, turning to Harry who was staring at Dumbledore in surprise. Hermione leant over to speak to the stunned Harry, "where do you think they'll be put?" Awakening from his trance, Harry replied, "well, I hope they'll be in Gryffindor. Imagine if they get put in Slytherin!" Ron glanced at Vegeta, who was surveying the hall with a disgruntled expression writ across his face, "I guess some of them would be right at home in Slytherin", he muttered quietly.
"Would our guests please come forward to be sorted?" called Dumbledore, eyes meeting Goku's terminally confused stare. Stumbling to his feet, Goku clambered around the bench; Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Piccolo and Vegeta following in various states of confusion, apprehension and open disgust. Professor McGonagal brought out the battered old Sorting Hat, walking towards Goku. "Don't worry", she smiled at him, "just put on the hat and it'll tell you what house you belong in".
Goku grabbed the Sorting hat and tentatively fitted it over his dense black spikes. The Saiyan gave a little yelp of surprise when a rusty voice in his ear screeched, "what ARE you?!" Goku was too stunned to answer, but the hat refrained from any other questions after the initial outburst. "Interesting, very unusual.you have the heart of a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff, I'm not sure which to choose. Well, I think that since you're a martial artist Hufflepuff would be a bad choice, so you belong in GRYFFINDOR!" Heaving off the hat with a slightly dazed expression, Goku ambled over to the cheering Gryffindor table and recovered his place near Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Gohan, Piccolo, Goten and Trunks all ended up in Gryffindor as well, although the Sorting hat did ponder over putting Trunks in Slytherin for a while until the demi Saiyan realised that he'd rather be in Gryffindor to spread trouble with Goten, than on his own spreading trouble in a different house. Finally it was Vegeta's turn. McGonagal handed the repulsed Saiyan the bedraggled hat and he stared at it contemptuously before grudgingly pulling it on. The hall was then deafened as the hat screamed, "GET THIS MADMAN AWAY FROM ME!! HELP, HE'S GOING TO.." the hat never got a chance to finish. Roaring in indignance, Vegeta ripped off the Sorting hat and disposed of it with a massive ki-blast. Dumbledore sat up in shock as assorted students screamed and attempted to bolt out of the exits. The Son family, Trunks and Piccolo sighed - they knew Vegeta wouldn't go much longer in this place without blowing SOMETHING up.
McGonagal stared in open disbelief as Vegeta smirked in satisfaction at the small pile of ash that was once the Sorting hat. Regaining her shaky voice, McGonagal growled, "you belong in Slytherin beyond doubt".
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**Back in the Dragonball Z world**
Dende delved through the depths of his bedroom, searching furiously for his Orb. Aah, finally! Rolling a large, cracked glass sphere from under his bed, Dende dusted off a couple of cobwebs from the Orb's cloudy surface, picked it up and padded outside with it balanced in one hand. Taking up his favourite spot at the edge of the Lookout in his yellow deck-chair, Dende used a small amount of his Godly powers to make the Orb float comfortably at eye level. Grinning evilly, Dende placed a smooth green hand on the Orb's fingerprinted circumference and chanted the awakening command. Instantly the Orb fizzed into life, billowing out a picture of the Great hall and its inhabitants within the depths of the smoke. Dende sighed contentedly, mentally adjusting the volume control of the Orb before settling down for a period of good entertainment. He should sell this stuff to the movies; he'd make a fortune, not to mention ruin Gohan's life further. Hmmmm.maybe when they get back...
Dende was just about to absorb himself completely in watching Gohan suffer when a ki signature surfaced into the young Kami's mind. Someone else was watching! But who? Dende was furious, how dare anyone else try to torture Gohan? That was HIS job and no one else's! Reaching out with all of his Namekian/Godly powers, Dende was going to make this invader pay...
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The Supreme Kai gave a yelp of pain and surprise as he felt the traces of power latch onto him from where he sat at his desk, viewing Gohan's dilemma with suitable satisfaction for how much the demi-Saiyan had been annoying him lately. What was happening? Shin pushed against the tendrils of magical energy with his own brand of power, but it was no use. Whoever was attacking him was pouring absolutely everything into this move and Shin just wasn't motivated strongly enough to save himself. But who would attack him like this? As Supreme Kai, Shin had enemies, but very few of them had ever tried to attack him like this.
Shin grappled with the energy waves furiously; gasping with effort, the little lavender-skinned God fought to escape the glowing bindings that were fixing around his mind. Shin dimly remembered that he should call Kibito for help, but he hadn't wiped his Viewing Orb clean - he could get into even worse trouble for interfering with the lives of mortals than whatever was happening to him now. The wave of energy increased and Shin decided to give up his fight, "KIBITO!!" But it was too late. No sooner had the pink giant bolted into the room than the Supreme Kai was gone. The Orb fell from its blue velvet cushion and shattered on the floor; its thousands of fragments mirroring Kibito's desperate search for his master.
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The Great Hall had only just recovered from its last bout of astonishment when the new one began. From out of nowhere, a strange figure fell from the stormy ceiling and landed on Vegeta, knocking the Saiyan onto the ground and concussing him on the flagstone tiles. Gohan gave a yelp of horror; there was no mistaking that white Mohawk and purple skin, it was the Supreme Kai. Shin groaned in agony, stumbling to his feet and staring at Vegeta in confusion, "where am I?" Then it struck him. Well, actually Vegeta got there first, but it occurred to Shin that whoever had attacked him had brought him to the dimension that Gohan had gotten himself trapped in.
Goku used Instant Transmission to stop Shin from flying straight through the opposite wall as Vegeta revived and kicked the Supreme Kai as hard as he could. "What are you doing here, Supreme Kai? Have you come to take us home?" Shin freed himself from Goku and dusted himself off, "those are very good questions, Goku, and I need answers for both of them as well."
Gohan slapped his forehead in exasperation. So much for calling the Supreme Kai for help.
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