Wild-filly: Welcome back everyone an-

*loud crashes can be heard in the background, a pile of suitcases clatter through the door, followed by an obnoxious chanting*

MoonWraith: wild-filly stole my plot! Wild-filly stole my plot! *waves banners around eagerly, wacking into already pissed-off cast*

Wild-filly: -_-* you lost the plot a while ago MoonWraith

Kaioshin: what IS that?

MoonWraith: I am a PERSON, not a that! *resumes chanting and annoying cast*

*Ryou Bakura hears the commotion approaches the screen*

Ryou: what IS that?

Wild-filly: possibly an author.... in disguise

MoonWraith: hmph! You stole the plot from the story from ME!

Wild-filly: I resent that! You're not even writing this fic, and it was ME who thought up most of the plot - you just had it talked at you!

Kaioshin: I can foresee this becoming painful.....

Wild-filly: *evil glint in eyes* oh MARIK, BAKURA!!!!

*Marik and Bakura come to the keyboard, glaring at author*

Bakura: what now, you foolish mortal?

Wild-filly: I grant you my supreme permission to attack that monstrosity!

MoonWraith: hmmm? *whacks Bakura in the face with her misspelt sign by accident*

Bakura: @_@

Marik: DIIIEEE!!!! *Millennium Rod transforms into a dagger, but is deflected purely by coincidence by another half-hearted sign wave*

MoonWraith: *finally notices that she is under attack* If you want to fight, then let's fight! I challenge you to a duel!

Marik: *smirks evilly, not believing his luck at how stupid the invading author is* Very well

*MoonWraith draws sabre that has more than a few rust spots, which she hastily tries to scrub off, otherwise her French instructor will yell at her in French. Again.*

Marik: I summon the Winged Dragon of Ra, and I ask that stupid pharaoh and priest to hand over the other two Egyptian God cards so I can properly crush this moron!

*Yami and Seto Kaiba lunge at Marik, the Millennium Rod goes flying and gives author mild concussion*

Wild-filly: @_@

all cast/characters: FREEDOM, ESCAPE THE INSANE CAPTIVITY OF THE AUTHOR!!!!!!!

MoonWraith: What's THAT? Is that a Pokemon card? *Pokemon cards being the only monstrosities (cards) she has seen* What do you think you're doing with that thing? Can't you face me like a man, wimp! Duel properly you white-haired Petit Angel!

*Marik manages to throw Yami and Kaiba out of the way. Marik doesn't look happy*

Marik: HOW DARE YOU REFER TO THE LEGENDARY EGYPTIAN GOD CARDS LIKE THAT? AND I DO NOT IN ANY WAY RESEMBLE A STUPID SHINING FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!! I WILL TAKE ALL OF THE MILLENNIUM ITEMS AND RULE THE WORLD, ERADICATING ITS POPULATION OF IDIOTS LIKE YOU AND THE AUTHOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Yami, Yugi, Bakura, Ryou, Seto, Mokuba, Kaioshin, Vegeta, MoonWraith and the groggy Wild-filly all watch with interest as Marik's face turns the same colour as his eyes*

MoonWraith: What is a Petit Angel again? Wild-filly just told me to call you that.

Wild-filly *in an insane, suicidal moment* A Petit Angel is a fluffy, fairy thing....*it is at this moment wild-filly realises just what she has done*

*Marik transforms the Millennium Rod into a dagger and stabs at wild-filly. Wild-filly receives the foresight to dodge, Marik continues murderous rampage, crashing into computer, knocking over Yami who knocks over Yugi who knocks over Bakura who knows over Ryou who knocks over Mokuba who knocks over Seto who knocks over Kaioshin who knocks over Vegeta...*

Vegeta: *powers up to SSJ 4* DIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Marik: O.O *gets ki-blasted and joins the rest of the muses in a grumbling pile on the floor* X_X

Wild-filly: I'm sick of this, MoonWraith SHUT UP!!!

MoonWraith: *ignores wild-filly and continues chanting*

Wild-filly: -_-* Still don't own Dragonball Z, Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh!

MoonWraith: Or plot!

Wild-filly: must... not.... kill.......yet, however I have been given cake for all of the characters, more cookies, some vanilla coke, a Kaioshin plushie, an Award of Kewlness, pocky, some mangas and "The Homicidal Maniacs Scream". Thank you El Loco Uno, Gusebat, crazy buttafly and mhnomi! ^____________^

***Chapter 10***

Snape sneered at the two innocently smiling demi-Saiyans, turning his back to them in a dramatic flutter of midnight-black robes and stalking over to the blackboard behind his cauldron. Drawing out his ebony wand, he flicked the tip towards the board and a jet of white light began to scrawl its way down the scrubbed surface, chalking out the recipe for today's potion.

Harry prodded the small pile of kindling under his cauldron with his wand, sparking it alight as Ron and Hermione followed suit. Gohan looked nervously at his own wand and then at the kindling. Turning his head away and shutting his eyes, Gohan poked at the pile of dry twigs with his wand; not wanting to witness what may happen. Which was absolutely nothing. Gohan eased one eye open and prodded the sticks again. Still nothing. Gohan opened the other eye and leant forward, glaring at the seemingly inflammable twigs as he stabbed more viciously at the pile. Even more nothing. Gohan slid a sideways glance towards the other students to ensure that no one was watching, then placed one hand flat on the mound, quietly calling up a tiny fraction of ki to light the fire.

Hermione looked up from her rummaging in the universal potion's cupboard to see smoke rising from Gohan's kindling. Smiling, she walked over to where the demi-Saiyan was sitting and handed him the bundle of ingredients required. 'Well done! It usually takes beginners much longer to master spells like that'.

Gohan carefully avoided eye-contact, pondering if he had just in some small way made his stay here more difficult.

Vegeta and Piccolo were surveying the blackboard, distaste clearly written across their faces for much the same reasons. Vegeta snorted, idly flipping his cauldron over and resting his feet upon it, reclining on the chair and proceeding to ignore the proceedings. Piccolo shook his head at the arrogant Saiyan, a part of him telling him to do exactly the same or better - leave the stupid class right now. Inclining his head towards where Gohan was chatting animatedly with Harry, Ron and Hermione, the Namekian warrior sighed and uncurled his legs, returning his feet to the ground. Weaving his way through the desks and the students' wary eyes, Piccolo searched through the cupboard for what he could only hope were the ingredients. Hands clasped firmly around a bundle of fragrant herbs and decomposing animal matter, he wove his way towards an unused cauldron, ki- blasted the pile of wood and chucked the whole lot into the cauldron. Hermione gave a small shriek and started out of her chair, eyes wide with fear as Piccolo emptied the last of his ingredients into the pewter depths.

BANG

The room remained in utter silence as the smoke cleared. Eyes travelled from Piccolo to Snape and back again. Piccolo rocked back from the shock of having a bridging-on-major-explosion take place uncomfortably close to his face. His beloved turban and cape were badly scorched and a vile- smelling, burnt precipitate clung malevolently to the bottom of the cauldron. The Namek's face was expressionless, except for the scorch marks and splatters from the cauldron.

Vegeta chose to break the silence with maximum respect for Piccolo's dignity.

Howling with laughter, the Saiyan prince fell from his comfortable position partially on the desk, chair and cauldron and clattered to the floor. Gohan looked sympathetically towards his mentor, knowing how much the proud warrior hated to be defeated by anything. Especially by an inanimate object.

Snape fixed a mockingly condescending expression on his face and glided over to where Piccolo had replaced his shock with a lethal glare aimed towards the hopelessly laughing Saiyan. With an intricate sweep of his wand, the smoke and ruined materials disappeared and Piccolo directed his glare to the smirking Potions master.

'Don't worry,' drawled Snape, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, 'the ingredients you just destroyed weren't INCREDIBLELY rare or expensive and you certainly haven't disrupted the entire class or my marking time'.

Apprehensive silence had a firm grasp on all the students, every one of them leaning over their cauldrons for a better look. The majority of expectations, or rather hopes, was that Snape would provoke the alien and get himself splattered against the opposite wall. Indeed those closest to the opposite wall were attempting to edge themselves out of suspected impact zone.

Gohan held his breath, mentally praying that the exact same thing wouldn't happen, but who could tell with Piccolo? He was, if possible, as bad as Vegeta at taking this kind of criticism.

Piccolo fixed Snape with a chilling glare and stretched out his left arm, fully extended and palm flat. Without breaking eye-contact, Piccolo formed a small ball of ki and released it. A jar containing what wouldn't be out of place in the scenery of an insane-axe-murderer-on-rampage-film exploded, showering the floor with slippery preservative, glass and its unpleasant contents.

'My mistake, please accept my apology'.

***

Shimmering back into the visible spectrum, Kibito emerged on the smooth manicured lawns of the Grand Kai's planet. The giant broadened his senses, searching for the Grand Kai's somewhat depleted energy level. In his day the old Kai had been a formidable fighter, nowadays the only fighting he ever did was when his stereo system played up. Finally an energy reading flickered from one of the chambers in the temple-like palace. Setting off at a swift walk, Kibito tried to maintain as much dignity as possible as he passed the groups of deceased fighters staring in confusion at him. Every instinct screamed at him to bolt the way to the Grand Kai, for fear that the universe wasn't being overseen and could implode at any given time. However he couldn't let those fighters who recognised him think that he, Kibito, had ever failed his task of protecting the Supreme Kai. Reputation comes before the safety of the universe, naturally.

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he lengthened his stride, bulldozing his way through a line of guards who didn't step out of the way quick enough. Staggering upright and calling after the impatient bodyguard, one of the more foolish guards roared, 'who do you think you are?! The Grand Kai does not have time for visitors! Get back here!'

Kibito didn't even turn around. Judging by the length of the sentences the guard was using, being diplomatic or speaking at a rate of more than ten words a minute would be a complete waste of time. The others knew who he was; either that or they were still learning how to string syllables into words.

Rounding a corner and continuing down the polished marble floor, the giant's sensitive hearing could pick up the faint humming of music that should have been put out of its misery millennia ago. Shuddering slightly and mentally bracing himself, Kibito shoved open the glittery chamber doors and entered the Grand Kai's throne room.

He was greeted by the thunderous bellow of the Grand Kai's obnoxious taste in "music" as well as the blinding combinations of sycadellic décor and glitter. Disco balls and coloured lights shone from every available ceiling space, throwing the cavernous chamber into a head-aching rainbow and sparkles. Kibito nearly threw himself out of the chamber from the sheer horror of it all, however he was greeted with the wonderful removal of the dreadful music and the Grand Kai calling out, 'hey Kibito! Watcha doin' here?'

Cringing inwardly and mentally processing the Grand Kai's message into passable sense, Kibito began to explain the situation nice and slowly, his eyes tightly closed in emergency self-defence from the attacking colours.

***

Trunks growled irritably. A nice explosion had been what he and Goten had been hoping to try. Now Piccolo had gone and ruined all surprise factor.... stupid Namek. The chibis would just have to think up something more original, more interesting, more destructive, more.... annoying.

Goten glanced at Trunks, a confused expression on his face, 'are we still going to blow up the weird vampire man's desk?'

Trunks shook his head discreetly, beckoning Goten to keep his voice down, 'nah, too boring. Let's try something else...'

Several seconds of evil demi-Saiyan plotting ensued

Goten grinned in delight, 'that's great! When do we start, Trunks?!' The younger chibi could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of their prank-that-would-EASILY-over-shadow-that-stupid-Namek's-explosion-that-was- copied-off-THEIR-idea-somehow.

Trunks leant back leisurely in his chair, fixing the back of Snape's head with a sinister smirk, 'just wait for the right moment, then we attack'.

Snape was trembling in rage, wand shaking in its white-knuckled grasp, the Potions Master see-sawing back and forth between hexing the coolly contemptuous warrior and storming straight out of the dungeons and to the headmaster's office. No. He, Severus Snape, could not appear cowardly in front of so many dull-witted, slack-jawed imbeciles disguised as students.

Lips curving into a threatening sneer, Snape locked eyes with Piccolo and snarled, 'I accept your apology and also remind you, that I can do far more than simply blow up material. I could make it beg for death'. There. A suitably evil, sinister and intelligent response. Excellent work Snape, keep it up.

Turning away and marching over to his desk, Snape flicked his wand casually over his shoulder and the shattered bottle disappeared in a shimmer of silver sparks. Trunks and Goten eyed their prey watchfully, patiently waiting, watching. Almost in range, nearly...

At last, Snape strode gracefully in front of the anxious chibis' desks. Goten launched himself at the Potions master, hugging Snape around the knees and bawling loudly, eyes watery with tears and innocently displaying the Son Puppy Eyes . Gohan started up from his chair in fear, wondering what ailment had befallen his younger brother, 'Goten! What's wrong?!'

The spiky-haired chibi ignored his older brother, continuing to sob heartbreakingly into the horrified teacher's robes. Snape was engaged in a terrible struggle with himself. His dark, sinister personality told him to kick the little brat off and have someone or thing cart it off to the Hospital ward and out of his list of problems. The much beaten, covered up, ignored and bedraggled side of Snape that was a good person begged plaintively for him to comfort the poor, adorable, innocent little child. The two forces locked in an epic battle, leaving Snape's eyes glazed with indecision. All he could do was stare numbly at the sobbing chibi.

Gohan stumbled over to the front of the class and bent down, trying to pry Goten off the now serious-disturbed Snape's knees. Goten resisted all attempts and instead howled louder. Trunks smirked, raising his wand and yelling for the whole class to hear, 'DON'T WORRY GOTEN! THIS SPELL WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!'

The battered wand arched viciously through the air, time seeming to slow as though crawling through solid treacle. Trunks roared an incantation, and Hermione and Snape's eyes widened in horror, as they realised what the angelic little child had just done. The class watched in shock as the blast of fluorescent pink light issued from the tip of the wand and struck Snape and Gohan.

The result was immediate, both Snape and Gohan turned neon pink from the spikes of Gohan's hair to the soles of Snape's shoes. Goten had reeled back just in time and was choking himself laughing, as were all the other occupants of the room. Students were lolling out of desks, scarlet faced with mirth, the other Z fighters stifling smiles or howling along with the rest of the group.

Gohan examined his clothing and hands in horror, looked up and caught the eye of the choking Trunks, who was rolling on the floor laughing. Trunks stopped abruptly, however Goten continued to giggle as Snape ducked behind his desk and began trying to reverse the spell.

Goten chuckled over the roaring of the crowd, 'you're right Trunks! I DO feel much better now!'

Gohan always tried VERY hard to stay calm. Control your anger, it's not worth fighting over, you could hurt someone etc etc etc. This is a very good way to behave most of the time. However, if you have just been attacked by your brother's best friend and turned a violent shade of pink from head to foot in front of a class full of strangers, some new friends, your mentor and your father's arch-rival, you may just feel entitled to have a slight fit to yourself.

'DDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' came the inhuman shriek from the demi-Saiyan's lips, head thrown back and ki level barrelling right off the charts and inventing some new ones. The utterly furious teenager transformed straight to Super Saiyan 3 and the ki-aura that built up around him proceeded to scorch a hole through the ceiling and continue in this fashion until it punched a hole through the castle roof and sent several post owls fleeing for their lives. Students dived under desks or fled screaming from the classroom. Goten and Trunks exchanged nervous glances - perhaps now would also be a good time to run.

Without a backwards glance, the two terrified chibis bolted through the wreckage that was once the classroom and flew through the corridors as fast as the frequent corners would allow. 'This is all your fault, Trunks!' shrieked Goten as he jetted alongside the other Saiyan, 'I TOLD you we should have just had an explosion but nooooooo, you wanted to cast maaaaaaagic'.

Trunks chose to avoid eye contact, 'it's not MY fault Goten, if you hadn't gotten Gohan all worried then we wouldn't be in this problem!'

'How dare you blame me?! It's all your fault!'

'is not!'

'is too!'

'is not!'

'is too!'

Sheltered by a shield charm and the majority of the offensive colour blacked out by a sudden collapse of the pile of inkbottles balanced on his desk, Snape was slightly relieved that this commotion may prove more memorable than his....ahem... new look.

***

Students inside the indoor glade leapt up in fright as the huge explosion rocked through the castle, accompanied by an echoing scream. Wands were drawn and everyone was staring fearfully at the floor where the noise had originated.

Kaioshin felt the dangerous ki-spike before the transformation occurred and had the foresight to shield the room with his own brand of magic before the ki blast made a nice new skylight for the classroom. One of the girls called out, 'what's happening... sir?'

The little purple deity buried his face in his hands. Somehow he figured that explaining the origins of the Saiyan race would serve only to complicate matters. The rest of the class all fixed him with an expectant glare. The Supreme Kai sighed, eyes trailing to the ceiling then to the floor, then to the trees, then to the waterfall the to anywhere the students weren't. Time oozed slowly past, each second serving to further increase the tension in the room. Shaking his head dejectedly, Kaioshin drew a ragged breath, opened his mouth and began, 'that was...'

The magical chimes signalling that the class times had finished rang throughout the castle, its crystalline tones relieving Kaioshin from his task of explanation. With a considerably more cheerful expression on his face, Kaioshin met the eyes of the students and smiled, 'off to your next classes please. I'm sure your teachers will explain there'.

Feeling somewhat cheated, the students trooped out, leaving Kaioshin to meditate over the cost of the ceiling bill and whether or not it would wind up forwarded to HIS address.

***

Wild-filly: I..can't....take..any...more..of....this...

MoonWraith: wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! *draws breath* wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot!

Wild-filly: *growls* MoonWraith THE ONLY THING YOU HAD TO DO WITH THE PLOT IS THAT YOU LISTENED TO ME TELL IT TO YOU!

MoonWraith: wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! Huh? That's not true, I GAVE YOU SUGGESTIONS!

Wild-filly: I can foresee this taking a looooonnng time *sigh* please review and continue to ignore MoonWraith!

Kaioshin: I didn't even get a mention in the ending bit, I feel so insulted...

Wild-filly: oh yeah, ignore him as well -_-