*sniff* you're all so kind... thanks to everybody who reviewed! Some
quick messages first up though -
Vampiric Entitie - I am deeply sorry if I have offended you in any way, but the truth is that I AM NOT DISSING VEGETA. He's my second favourite character and was my favourite not that long ago, but he's so much fun since he's naturally mean! Please forgive me if you take any of my wordings wrong - I don't purposely diss him, I give him some of the best insults and in turn he has to pay for them, although I never do anything that leaves lasting damage. *weak smile* forgive me?
I am going on holiday soon and will not be updating for a couple of weeks, therefore this chapter has been done with much haste and I'm already starting the following! It's time to get my lazy self back into gear....
Shin: Why am I still here?
Wild-filly: if I have to keep writing and not cruise aimlessly through the internet then you're going to suffer too!
Shin: Don't I suffer enough as it is?
Vegeta: I could say the same as well you know
Wild-filly: *sweat drop* ok I'll lay off a little.... now please drop those sharp objects
Vegeta: *looks at choc-chip cookie* this?
Wild-filly: yes that! I made it myself you know!
Shin and Vegeta: *Drop cookies in horror and the rest of the Z team can be heard gagging in the next room*
Wild-filly: *shakes head* there's a lot to be said for my cookery skills..
Vegeta: Especially by the victims -_-*
**Chapter 6**
Dende whimpered pathetically, hoping to drive a little sympathy into the deadly furious bodyguard. No such luck. If anything the fury factor went up an octave.
'Land RIGHT NOW, NAMEK!' bellowed Kibito in Dende's quivering ear. With a yelp Dende complied, jerking to a halt in mid air and hovering nervously, diligently avoiding eye-contact with everything but the confused humans scanning the skies below them. mumbled Dende to himself - he was going to be butchered in front of those he supposedly protected, guided and cared for. Not that any of those principles really applied here, it's just that he didn't want a huge crowd to view every detail of his undoing, especially since they were supposed to worship him.
Grinding his teeth in pent up rage, Kibito struggled to control his voice - another roar like that would probably damage the Namekian's acute hearing, rendering him unable to hear any further abuse. 'Dende', he willed himself only to growl, 'what have you done with the Supreme Kai, and don't play innocent with me, I can recognise your ki signature. Where have you transported him?'
Then Kibito realised - the Supreme Kai was not the only being missing from his ki readings. 'Where are the Saiyans? And the older Namek?'
Dende sighed, somehow contriving to scuff his feet in mid air. 'I didn't mean any harm', he murmured, attempting to mimic the Son Puppy Eyes , 'I was just playing a joke on Gohan - I didn't mean to pull your master into it as well'.
Kibito once again fought the urge to wring the trembling green creature's neck. Sympathy was not part of his training course. 'Where did you send them, Dende'. If that kid gave him one more pathetic answer and tried to sob his way to sympathy, Kibito was not going to be responsible or sorry for whatever bloodshed would come on the young Namek.
Dende pondered over a lie... But decided that his life meant more to him. Avoiding eye-contact, Dende muttered something that Kibito couldn't quite catch.
'What was that?' he growled dangerously, pinkish ears craning to catch the Namek's resentful answer. Dende looked up, eyes watery with a mixture of fear, horror, terror and nervous resentment, 'I said I sent them to another dimension. A different dimension of Earth.' Kibito released a deep breath. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Oh who cares.....
*
'Voldemort threatens the very existence of wizardkind, he is practically unstoppable', said Hermione quietly to the confused Goku. Goku turned to the weary teenaged girl, 'I wasn't unsure about that, I just didn't get what Vegeta said'. The room's occupants including Vegeta all froze in horror that it was possible to be so deadly and yet so.... "innocent".
'What should we do about it Professor?' queried Harry, 'I mean.... are you going to talk to the Order of the Phoenix?' Dumbledore stared levelly at the young wizards and witch, 'I need you three to keep a close watch on our guests and yes.... I will be speaking to the other aurors about this event.'
Turning back to the now distinctly uncomfortable group of Z fighters, Dumbledore said, 'don't worry too much, the Order of the Phoenix is a group of elite witches and wizards whose' main goal is to eliminate Voldemort and his followers; the Death Eaters. I will consult them and build a guard that will protect you and work on sending you back home'.
Piccolo sighed, he really shouldn't leave Dende unattended for so long - even though the young Namekian knew the rules, he was equally talented at breaking them. 'Is there any way that we could return home sooner?'
Ron snorted incredulously, 'not unless he-who-mus...Voldemort is destroyed!' Much to the surprise of the wizards and witch, the Z team appeared to relax. 'Is that all?' said Goten in disbelief; Trunks wearing a similar look of confusion, 'why don't you just destroy him then? I mean, he's only human isn't he?'
Harry shuffled from foot to foot, was Voldemort even human? How could any human delve so deeply into the Dark Arts and not become....different to others? His mental question was answered swiftly by Dumbledore.
'Voldemort is human, but he has evoked many varieties of ancient magic that cannot be defeated by brute force. Harry Potter here, has faced Voldemort and was even responsible for his supposed "death" sixteen years ago, but even that did not stop his revival and clawing back to power'.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, scanning the apprehensive and more than slightly embarrassed Harry. A vein above his left eye twitched - he could not sense any great spiritual or physical power within the boy, yet something was definitely.... unusual. Glancing back at where Piccolo was conducting a similar test, the two caught eyes in silent agreement to watch this teenager carefully.
Dumbledore stood up, gilded violet robe sweeping majestically behind him as he strode towards the door of the study, opening to admit Professors McGonagal, Snape and Flitwick. Murmuring swiftly under his breath, Dumbledore quickly brought them up to date with the new plans. Snape jerked, whether in apprehension fear or distaste Harry could not tell, and strode from the room, black cloak billowing out like an ill-tempered cloud. Professor McGonagal stepped forward, smiling nervously, 'I am the Head of Gryffindor house and will be making your timetables - if you wish to participate in school activities'. She was cut off by an enraged snort by the arrogant Saiyan prince.
'Me? "participate in school activities"?! Wouldn't it be far easier if I just disposed of this lunatic you're so terrified of?' Vegeta was not impressed, and neither was Professor McGonagal. Drawing herself up haughtily, the elderly witch retorted, 'for one thing sir, I am NOT your house leader, Professor Severus Snape is. Secondly, I highly doubt that you are able to take down a murderous wizard, trained in unspeakable Dark Arts!'
Vegeta nearly displayed a different variety of Dark Art in the form of Final Flash until he was nearly flattened by his son and Goten. 'Stupid brats!' he roared, trying and failing to fling them off, but both the chibis had been practising on Gohan - and on they clung, screeching their objections.
'Leave her alone Dad! Listen to them!' Vegeta nearly transformed all the way to SSJ 4 in fury - he was being contradicted by everyone, including his own offspring. Kaioshin sensed an explosion coming and sprang to Vegeta's side, prying Trunks and Goten from the thoroughly pissed-off Saiyan. 'You can go after the wizard after you learn more of their craft!' cried the Supreme Kai, breaking free from the standard monotone as the risk that the office would be blasted into miniscule portions by the SSJ transformation hit home. 'Know thine enemy, Vegeta.... you know that!'
The golden sparks flaring on the limbs of the dignified Saiyan prince died down, the emerald flashes that had been flickering through his eyes subsided and Vegeta gave a growl of disgust, flinging the two boys from his arms contemptuously. Goten was safely caught by Goku, who was debating whether or not to step in and stop the enraged prince, while Trunks went sailing into the tiny Professor Flitwick, together cutting a path through Dumbledore's extensive collection of wizarding equipment.
Vegeta gave a cough of would-be embarrassment, regaining his dignity and son from the wreckage. Gohan massaged his temples vigorously, Letting out a hesitant chuckle, Gohan reached back to scratch his neck in the classic Son pose, 'ummmm... when do we start?'
*
Dende gave a moan of agony, spitting out a mouthful of purple blood. In actuality he had not been hurt severely at all, but Dende always loved human soap-operas - if there was a chance to be dramatic, seize it. Kibito had teleported back to KaioshinKai in disgust, taking Dende's prized (albeit ill-treated and dusty) Viewing Orb with him - supposedly to "keep him out of trouble until a more fitting punishment comes up". Dende stifled a cynical snort, yeah, as if old fossil-features would remember that. As soon as he got the Supreme Kai back to stalk and control the life of he would forget all about little-ol' Dende.
The young Namek grinned evilly, absentmindedly casting a healing light over himself and straightening his formal white robes and marron overcoat. Honestly, if Kibito had hit him a little bit harder, he may have had to clean grass stains from the fabric. Dende shuddered - not even his powers could master the Art of Laundry.
Leaping back into the thermals of the bright blue sky, Dende ignored the cluster of amazed humans that had gathered below him - some screaming about aliens and others just screaming. Jumping into full flight speed, Dende headed back to the Lookout - time to feed the rest of the Z morons errrr.. Team a little story about how this was all Gohan's fault. Now where had he put that spare Viewing Orb....
*
Kibito tore frantically through the massive books and mouldering scrolls that lined the legendary library in the Supreme Kai's palace. Nothing! Nothing that could help him bring back his master, except maybe the Elder Kai... No. Kibito shuddered; although he would never speak ill of any of the Supreme Kais, that old... weirdo was disgusting.
The ancient bodyguard sighed, chucking the last scroll back into its silvery marble shelf - time called for desperate measures.
Thanks so much for reading! Please review! As a special treat I'm giving out cookies and advertising to everybody who reviews!
Shin: Pathetic really
Wild-filly: Quiet in the cheap seats over there....
Vampiric Entitie - I am deeply sorry if I have offended you in any way, but the truth is that I AM NOT DISSING VEGETA. He's my second favourite character and was my favourite not that long ago, but he's so much fun since he's naturally mean! Please forgive me if you take any of my wordings wrong - I don't purposely diss him, I give him some of the best insults and in turn he has to pay for them, although I never do anything that leaves lasting damage. *weak smile* forgive me?
I am going on holiday soon and will not be updating for a couple of weeks, therefore this chapter has been done with much haste and I'm already starting the following! It's time to get my lazy self back into gear....
Shin: Why am I still here?
Wild-filly: if I have to keep writing and not cruise aimlessly through the internet then you're going to suffer too!
Shin: Don't I suffer enough as it is?
Vegeta: I could say the same as well you know
Wild-filly: *sweat drop* ok I'll lay off a little.... now please drop those sharp objects
Vegeta: *looks at choc-chip cookie* this?
Wild-filly: yes that! I made it myself you know!
Shin and Vegeta: *Drop cookies in horror and the rest of the Z team can be heard gagging in the next room*
Wild-filly: *shakes head* there's a lot to be said for my cookery skills..
Vegeta: Especially by the victims -_-*
**Chapter 6**
Dende whimpered pathetically, hoping to drive a little sympathy into the deadly furious bodyguard. No such luck. If anything the fury factor went up an octave.
'Land RIGHT NOW, NAMEK!' bellowed Kibito in Dende's quivering ear. With a yelp Dende complied, jerking to a halt in mid air and hovering nervously, diligently avoiding eye-contact with everything but the confused humans scanning the skies below them. mumbled Dende to himself - he was going to be butchered in front of those he supposedly protected, guided and cared for. Not that any of those principles really applied here, it's just that he didn't want a huge crowd to view every detail of his undoing, especially since they were supposed to worship him.
Grinding his teeth in pent up rage, Kibito struggled to control his voice - another roar like that would probably damage the Namekian's acute hearing, rendering him unable to hear any further abuse. 'Dende', he willed himself only to growl, 'what have you done with the Supreme Kai, and don't play innocent with me, I can recognise your ki signature. Where have you transported him?'
Then Kibito realised - the Supreme Kai was not the only being missing from his ki readings. 'Where are the Saiyans? And the older Namek?'
Dende sighed, somehow contriving to scuff his feet in mid air. 'I didn't mean any harm', he murmured, attempting to mimic the Son Puppy Eyes , 'I was just playing a joke on Gohan - I didn't mean to pull your master into it as well'.
Kibito once again fought the urge to wring the trembling green creature's neck. Sympathy was not part of his training course. 'Where did you send them, Dende'. If that kid gave him one more pathetic answer and tried to sob his way to sympathy, Kibito was not going to be responsible or sorry for whatever bloodshed would come on the young Namek.
Dende pondered over a lie... But decided that his life meant more to him. Avoiding eye-contact, Dende muttered something that Kibito couldn't quite catch.
'What was that?' he growled dangerously, pinkish ears craning to catch the Namek's resentful answer. Dende looked up, eyes watery with a mixture of fear, horror, terror and nervous resentment, 'I said I sent them to another dimension. A different dimension of Earth.' Kibito released a deep breath. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Must control bloodthirsty urges. Oh who cares.....
*
'Voldemort threatens the very existence of wizardkind, he is practically unstoppable', said Hermione quietly to the confused Goku. Goku turned to the weary teenaged girl, 'I wasn't unsure about that, I just didn't get what Vegeta said'. The room's occupants including Vegeta all froze in horror that it was possible to be so deadly and yet so.... "innocent".
'What should we do about it Professor?' queried Harry, 'I mean.... are you going to talk to the Order of the Phoenix?' Dumbledore stared levelly at the young wizards and witch, 'I need you three to keep a close watch on our guests and yes.... I will be speaking to the other aurors about this event.'
Turning back to the now distinctly uncomfortable group of Z fighters, Dumbledore said, 'don't worry too much, the Order of the Phoenix is a group of elite witches and wizards whose' main goal is to eliminate Voldemort and his followers; the Death Eaters. I will consult them and build a guard that will protect you and work on sending you back home'.
Piccolo sighed, he really shouldn't leave Dende unattended for so long - even though the young Namekian knew the rules, he was equally talented at breaking them. 'Is there any way that we could return home sooner?'
Ron snorted incredulously, 'not unless he-who-mus...Voldemort is destroyed!' Much to the surprise of the wizards and witch, the Z team appeared to relax. 'Is that all?' said Goten in disbelief; Trunks wearing a similar look of confusion, 'why don't you just destroy him then? I mean, he's only human isn't he?'
Harry shuffled from foot to foot, was Voldemort even human? How could any human delve so deeply into the Dark Arts and not become....different to others? His mental question was answered swiftly by Dumbledore.
'Voldemort is human, but he has evoked many varieties of ancient magic that cannot be defeated by brute force. Harry Potter here, has faced Voldemort and was even responsible for his supposed "death" sixteen years ago, but even that did not stop his revival and clawing back to power'.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, scanning the apprehensive and more than slightly embarrassed Harry. A vein above his left eye twitched - he could not sense any great spiritual or physical power within the boy, yet something was definitely.... unusual. Glancing back at where Piccolo was conducting a similar test, the two caught eyes in silent agreement to watch this teenager carefully.
Dumbledore stood up, gilded violet robe sweeping majestically behind him as he strode towards the door of the study, opening to admit Professors McGonagal, Snape and Flitwick. Murmuring swiftly under his breath, Dumbledore quickly brought them up to date with the new plans. Snape jerked, whether in apprehension fear or distaste Harry could not tell, and strode from the room, black cloak billowing out like an ill-tempered cloud. Professor McGonagal stepped forward, smiling nervously, 'I am the Head of Gryffindor house and will be making your timetables - if you wish to participate in school activities'. She was cut off by an enraged snort by the arrogant Saiyan prince.
'Me? "participate in school activities"?! Wouldn't it be far easier if I just disposed of this lunatic you're so terrified of?' Vegeta was not impressed, and neither was Professor McGonagal. Drawing herself up haughtily, the elderly witch retorted, 'for one thing sir, I am NOT your house leader, Professor Severus Snape is. Secondly, I highly doubt that you are able to take down a murderous wizard, trained in unspeakable Dark Arts!'
Vegeta nearly displayed a different variety of Dark Art in the form of Final Flash until he was nearly flattened by his son and Goten. 'Stupid brats!' he roared, trying and failing to fling them off, but both the chibis had been practising on Gohan - and on they clung, screeching their objections.
'Leave her alone Dad! Listen to them!' Vegeta nearly transformed all the way to SSJ 4 in fury - he was being contradicted by everyone, including his own offspring. Kaioshin sensed an explosion coming and sprang to Vegeta's side, prying Trunks and Goten from the thoroughly pissed-off Saiyan. 'You can go after the wizard after you learn more of their craft!' cried the Supreme Kai, breaking free from the standard monotone as the risk that the office would be blasted into miniscule portions by the SSJ transformation hit home. 'Know thine enemy, Vegeta.... you know that!'
The golden sparks flaring on the limbs of the dignified Saiyan prince died down, the emerald flashes that had been flickering through his eyes subsided and Vegeta gave a growl of disgust, flinging the two boys from his arms contemptuously. Goten was safely caught by Goku, who was debating whether or not to step in and stop the enraged prince, while Trunks went sailing into the tiny Professor Flitwick, together cutting a path through Dumbledore's extensive collection of wizarding equipment.
Vegeta gave a cough of would-be embarrassment, regaining his dignity and son from the wreckage. Gohan massaged his temples vigorously, Letting out a hesitant chuckle, Gohan reached back to scratch his neck in the classic Son pose, 'ummmm... when do we start?'
*
Dende gave a moan of agony, spitting out a mouthful of purple blood. In actuality he had not been hurt severely at all, but Dende always loved human soap-operas - if there was a chance to be dramatic, seize it. Kibito had teleported back to KaioshinKai in disgust, taking Dende's prized (albeit ill-treated and dusty) Viewing Orb with him - supposedly to "keep him out of trouble until a more fitting punishment comes up". Dende stifled a cynical snort, yeah, as if old fossil-features would remember that. As soon as he got the Supreme Kai back to stalk and control the life of he would forget all about little-ol' Dende.
The young Namek grinned evilly, absentmindedly casting a healing light over himself and straightening his formal white robes and marron overcoat. Honestly, if Kibito had hit him a little bit harder, he may have had to clean grass stains from the fabric. Dende shuddered - not even his powers could master the Art of Laundry.
Leaping back into the thermals of the bright blue sky, Dende ignored the cluster of amazed humans that had gathered below him - some screaming about aliens and others just screaming. Jumping into full flight speed, Dende headed back to the Lookout - time to feed the rest of the Z morons errrr.. Team a little story about how this was all Gohan's fault. Now where had he put that spare Viewing Orb....
*
Kibito tore frantically through the massive books and mouldering scrolls that lined the legendary library in the Supreme Kai's palace. Nothing! Nothing that could help him bring back his master, except maybe the Elder Kai... No. Kibito shuddered; although he would never speak ill of any of the Supreme Kais, that old... weirdo was disgusting.
The ancient bodyguard sighed, chucking the last scroll back into its silvery marble shelf - time called for desperate measures.
Thanks so much for reading! Please review! As a special treat I'm giving out cookies and advertising to everybody who reviews!
Shin: Pathetic really
Wild-filly: Quiet in the cheap seats over there....
