Wild-filly: YAHOO!!!!!!!!! EXAMS ARE FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *breaks into victory dance*

Kaioshin: O_O I don't believe it...... the author is actually CHEERFUL about something?!

Ryou: Don't worry - the sugar will wear off sooner or later

Marik: With any luck, sooner.

MoonWraith: *is sitting in a tent constructed out of the protest signs she had brought earlier* 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 stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot! wild-filly stole my plot!

Wild-filly: *freezes in mid-caper and attempts to murder invading authoress*

Kaioshin, Vegeta, Ryou, Marik: -_-* she's back to normal

Yami Bakura: I haven't banished anyone to the shadow realm for hours.... IF I DON'T KILL A FOOLISH MORTAL SOON, I'LL GO INSANE!!!!!!!!

All: *stare at Yami Bakura* O_O

Wild-filly: *freezes in mid strangle* uhhhh... aren't you already insane?

Yami Bakura: there's no need to be rude about it *sulks*

Wild-filly: right... that was... unusual, but either way - this is supposed to be a disclaimer

Disclaimer: No.... sadly no kind reviewer left me the ownership rights to Dragonball Z, Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh! *sigh* I don't suppose anyone can see fit to donate me anything *hopeful expression*

Vegeta: *snorts* you really are pathetic

Wild-filly: *sulks and sits underneath computer desk, glaring at even more disturbed muses*

***Chapter 11***

There was relatively little consciousness actually filtering through Gohan's rage-filled mind. The demi-Saiyan's nerves had been grated to something approaching a fine powder over the last few hours, and Saiyans in general did not respond well to this degree of pressure.

There was no room left in Gohan's head for reason - only concentrated fury. Something however, was concerning him. A nagging, biting feeling at the back of his head that moaned something was wrong. The adolescent Saiyan pondered momentarily over what could be wrong.... he had just crashed through his previous best levels of power during training, why was he worried?

Then it struck him - this place did not even remotely resemble the wilderness in which he usually trained. In fact, it almost looked like a classroom that someone had driven a tractor through. After the driver had consumed an impressive quantity of whiskey. And had been blindfolded. Hang on a minute..... classroom?!

The sudden recognition was all it took to jolt Gohan out of his stupor and into the crumbling, ki-scarred reality around him. The demi-Saiyan blinked in confusion as Vegeta and Piccolo stared at him; both their faces twisting as they tried to prevent themselves from laughing.

Gohan glanced down at his hands. They appeared to be a rather painful shade of fuchsia pink. The demi-Saiyan's eyes widened in horror as he examined his waist-length, blonde hair. Gohan looked up in terror as Vegeta spluttered with laughter and Piccolo started to snicker at the unfortunate warrior.

Vegeta choked in disbelief - it was Super Saiyan, Barbie style.

Harry spat out a mouthful of ash, crouching behind his pockmarked cauldron until the pulsating roar typical of a transformation had died down. For some reason Harry himself could not fathom, he had not joined the majority of the class in the desperate dash for the exit. Ron and Hermione had followed Harry's example and were also taking shelter behind their cauldrons, black robes flaked with plaster and carbonised potion ingredients. The three caught each other's eyes and slowly stood up.

Harry surveyed the damage in disbelief. Cauldrons were overturned, smashed and scorched; not one piece of furniture had survived. Parchment that had escaped the blasting energy continued to flutter through the air, spiralling as the crisp breeze entered the newly-installed window.

Just to improve the mood, it began to rain - invading droplets of water mixing with the powdery plaster to form a chalky slush all over the floor of the dungeons. Harry stared in fascination at Gohan; not only because of the spell's affects, but also because of what Gohan had done himself - he barely resembled the previous Gohan.

Hermione however, was watching Piccolo and Vegeta - they did not seem even slightly concerned about the transformation..... just amused. Perhaps this was normal? Maybe this kind of magic was what Dumbledore hoped could be used to destroy you-know-who. She shook her head in disbelief and chagrin - doubtless it would have been more impressive if Gohan hadn't also been turned an eye-smarting pink.

The fact that the pink was so offensive also drew Snape into the trio's vision, despite the ink the Potion's master was also wearing in liberal amounts, the colour would have shown up on a pitch-black night when the seeker was blindfolded. It was the kind of colour that you could not only see, but hear.

Snape searched desperately on the grubby floor for his wand, hoping to reverse the spell, or at least change his contaminated robes. Forcing himself to stay as silent as possible and try to remain out of sight, Snape stretched out on his stomach across the floor, reaching for his errant wand. Sadly for Snape's dignity, his flailing fingertips accidentally sent the wand skittering further away, catching the attention of his three least popular pupils.

Ron tried and failed to suppress an incredulous snort as Harry carefully hid his expression under pretence of scrubbing the chalk slush from his face with a bedraggled sleeve. Hermione determinedly pretended she had not noticed the heartily embarrassed Potions Master and continued to survey the Saiyans and Namek with a calculating gaze.

Snape abandoned dignity, grabbed his wand and hastily removed the majority of the pink. Unfortunately, Trunk's inexpertise had resulted in leaving Snape's skin as though it had been severely burnt. There were pink highlights through his hair.

Snape, now blissfully relishing the pink-free robes and partially pink-free skin tone, chose to regain some of the lost grace. Drawing himself up haughtily, he glared down his hooked nose at the dazed demi-Saiyan.

'What in the name of all things holy do you think you're doing'.

It wasn't a question, it was a softly spoken statement seething with venom.

Gohan, much to Snape's slight surprise and extreme annoyance, didn't even seem remotely taken aback.

The demi-Saiyan calmly met eyes with the enraged Potions Master, 'I apologise sir, I'm afraid that I lost my temper. I'm sure the Supreme Kai can repair the damage. No one was hurt?'

Snape snarled, 'you were lucky, you freak of nature, that no one was hurt, or I'd have been forced to take steps to prevent it for continuing'.

Vegeta snorted contemptuously, deciding that this was an insult directed at the Saiyan race as well as Kakarrot's brat. 'Stupid human. The noble Saiyan race and ultimate transformations of my race are not "freaks of nature" as you call them. Even the weakest of Saiyan's could cripple you by vaporizing your ridiculous magic stick'.

'So you think'. It was the best response Snape had. As much as he hated the notion; a wizard would be helpless without their wand. The fact that these aliens had already figured this out was not a comforting thought.

'Enough of this idle talk - you have disrupted my class, scattered my pupils and destroyed the dungeons. You're going back to the headmaster's office and I doubt he will be so welcoming now'.

*

Goten and Trunks, still fearful of their lives, now discovered themselves in the main entrance hall. The demi-Saiyans skidded to a brief halt to decide the next course of action.

'What do we do now Trunks? Is Gohan following us?'

'I can't sense his energy coming any nearer, I guess we outran him'

Goten sighed in relief and sank onto the tiled floor, 'so what now?'

Trunks pondered to himself, 'well, even if Gohan isn't following us, he's probably still pretty mad. I think we should avoid him for a while'.

'Can we go find dad?'

'Do we have to? Why don't we go exploring in that cool forest outside'.

'But the old wizard guy said we shouldn't!'

'Hey, what's more dangerous? Some dumb old forest, or your brother seeking revenge?!'

'I guess you're right. Can we bring dad?'

'No Goten, he'd support Gohan'.

'Oh, ok'.

With something vaguely resembling a plan in their minds, the duo casually shoved open the tightly locked double doors and ran off, laughing excitedly, towards the dark and forbidding forest.

Within a few minutes, the chibis were deep into the heart of the forest, keenly clambering through the dense undergrowth. For some reason, most of the creatures inhabiting the forest seemed to be avoiding them. This possibly had something to do with the way Trunks ki-blasted an exceptionally large spider the size of a Clydesdale out of their path. Goten mentioned hearing something behind them, however after the spider decided that the chibis looked about snack-sized and launched an attack, the noises remarkably stopped. Noises following them, that is.

*

'Where could they have gone?'

Yes, once again the Z team, Kaioshin, Harry, Ron and Hermione were back in Dumbledore's office. Goku had been steered in the right direction by a helpful house-elf who was sent out to look for the completely and utterly lost Saiyan.

Dumbledore sighed, steepling his fingers together, 'you have absolutely no idea where your younger companions are?'

Gohan shook his head, now de-pinked, 'I think they're trying to avoid me. Since they were responsible for my, ahem.... loss of temper, they're afraid that I may brutally maim them in return'.

Dumbledore raised one grey eyebrow, 'You brutally maim them frequently?'

Gohan blushed slightly, 'no sir. I usually just threaten to lock them in the Gravity Room when Vegeta's in a bad mood'.

The aged wizard noted the one referred to as Vegeta spit contemptuously. However, he also noticed that the seasoned warrior did not press the subject with the younger male. Returning his penetrating stare to the demi- Saiyan, Dumbledore sighed and stood up, beginning to pace anxiously around the circular study.

Piccolo didn't like the situation at all; the boys had absolutely no idea what kind of enemies were out there. These weren't the kind of opponents who ki-blasted and struck their point into you; these ones could ensnare your senses to the point that you couldn't even differentiate between friend and foe. The Namek was worried; Trunks and Goten could be walking into a trap.

Hermione appeared to be thinking along similar lines, 'Professor, what will happen if the Death Eaters find them?'

'They'll regret it'

The answer came not from Dumbledore, but Vegeta; the Saiyan prince was smirking arrogantly. Goku nodded, stepping forward.

'Yeah, I mean, the boys have the fusion technique in case anything goes wrong...'

'What's "the fusion technique"? asked Ron, perplexed.

Goku looked questioningly at Vegeta. Vegeta glared back. 'Not a snowball's chance in Hell, Kakarott'.

'Aawwwww.. come on Vegeta, just to show them?'

'No. And if you ask me again, you will regret it'.

Goku pouted, but decided to drop the subject. The Supreme Kai cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the wizards and fighters.

'I can faintly detect the boys' energy signals. As this is not the dimension that I rule over, I cannot pinpoint their exact locations, however I do know that at the moment they are not incredibly far from here'.

Vegeta's eyes flashed menacingly, 'then why didn't you tell us this before?'

Kaioshin blinked nervously, 'the opportunity did not arise, and either way the signal is so inaccurate that they could be miles away'.

Dumbledore shook his head, 'Inaccurate or not, we have to find them before someone else does. If not the boys' safety, but the secrecy of the wizarding community is at stake. It would not take much effort for one of them to transform or do something muggles aren't accustomed to seeing for the word to spread'.

*

The two monsters in question were still stumbling around the forest, as lost as Goku on his way back from the kitchens.

'Trunks, I don't think this was such a good idea'.

'Shut up, I'm trying to get my bearings'.

Goten sank to the leaf-littered forest floor cross-legged and sighed. 'We haven't tried flying yet'.

Trunks shook his head irritably, 'we were told not to do anything that non- Saiyans or wizards can do, otherwise the whole world security, secrecy, whatever thing gets trashed'.

Goten's lower lip quivered, 'but I'm so huuuuuunnnnnngry, can't we just quickly scan the area?'

'Fine. But if we get caught, it was your idea'.

'As long as I can have some food soon, I don't care'.

Leaping lightly into the air, the young demi-Saiyans carefully rose to the same level as the tops of the trees, squinting into the distance for the looming form of the castle. Honestly, how could you lose some bloody huge building in the middle of nowhere?!

Well, they had managed. "A bit of a wander" by demi-Saiyan standards would qualify as a small marathon or possibly a three-day wilderness camp. Now they had no clue whatsoever where they were, and Trunks' skill at finding bearings was as limited as his knowledge of properly feeding a competitive dressage horse.

Trunks gave up on the "secrecy thing" and leapt further into the air. Still no sign. 'Goten, they must have moved the castle or something, let's fly and look for it. There isn't anyone out here anyway'.

Without a second thought, the younger demi-Saiyan nodded his spiky-haired head and plunged after his friend.

Trunks, however, was wrong once again. The Dark Lord's powers in the Forbidden Forest are exceptionally strong and his spies numerous in hope of gathering more information on Dumbledore's habits, plans and weaknesses. One very startled Death Eater, expertly disguised in an unregistered Animagus form, was intrigued to hear the duo's conversation and was even more fascinated to admire their amazing strength and abilities.

The coal-winged crow hopped from the branch of a pale oak tree and took flight, following the boys and cawing out a signal to other spies positioned around the forest. The Dark Lord would be most interested in employing these two...

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wild-filly: Terribly sorry this chapter took so long to post, please review! And by the way, if anyone is interested, I CAN actually tell them a bit about properly feeding a competitive dressage horse ^_^

MoonWraith/Kaioshin/Marik/Ryou/Vegeta: PLEASE NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!