Wild-filly: Even more apologies for the delay – last weeks of school
resulted in every teacher throwing as many tests at me as they could muster
-__- To my disgust, I was forced to spend every available moment
studying. Add that to some very impressive writer's block for the fic
(despite the fact I know exactly what I want to write) and you have a
rather flimsy excuse for my update crash ^_^;;; forgive me???
Kaioshin: *snoring under computer desk*
Wild-filly: -_- All the muses have been out of work for too long... Guess I'll have to do the disclaimer myself... oh the tragedy of it all.
Disclaimer: *crickets chirp* ..... Without muses to annoy I'm having trouble thinking of something original to do - I FEEL SO ALONE!!!!!!!!!! *muses continue to snore* -_- fine, ignore me then *storms off to sulk in a suitably shadowed corner*
***Chapter 16***
Voldemort's breathing eased. The rather unpleasant shock of the fact that the combined form of the two alien children had taken off completely of its own accord to do battle according to some alien rules had rattled him slightly. He relaxed now; the "child" had more or less done what he had commanded, and either way, he now had a far more interesting game to play.
'And what way would you like to die this time Harry? The last few times didn't go as smoothly as expected, but I can assure you that death is quite imminent now'.
Harry shook with blind fury. How dare this cowardly murderer taunt him so? To tease him about the fact that he could so easily take his life?
Voldemort strode slowly, lightly stepping over the chunks of marble, eyes filled with mad bloodlust and complete confidence. His voice dripping like venom, riveting all who listened to their places.
'Your parents certainly didn't take this much effort to kill. As for your god-father...'
Something snapped. 'SHUT UP YOU BASTARD!'
He launched across the floor, feet pounding as the blood surged in his head, deadening his hearing and fear. Harry drew his wand from his sleeve as he ran, breath gasping as he sprinted the sizable length of the room. The twisted dark wizard loomed before him, the snakelike leer etching deeper in his face as his own wand trailed as though through treacle in the air. The yew tip hovered in the foremost area of Harry's vision, faint green light prickling and in the background only cold red eyes. The last things he would ever see.
But then it was gone. Soaring into the air as a snowy white cape fluttered around him, the cave spiralled below as he rose up and up. The beam of green light blasted through the other side of the cave, shredding a hole in the mountainside.
I've escaped again, was all he could giddily think as the countryside dropped to a mere stained carpet below.
Piccolo glanced behind himself, Goku was right there, with the other two in his hands. Vegeta and the Supreme Kai must still be back there. Since a part of him was Kami at one point, he momentarily mused returning to aid the Kai, but it was quickly quashed by Piccolo and Nail. The man down there is a lunatic, this boy is in danger and Gohan is fighting somewhere.
Goku drew level with the grim Namekian, 'that wizard sure is something isn't he? That blast took out most of the mountain, and he's not even trained!'
Piccolo glanced back at the amused Saiyan, 'I doubt it's on a similar level to our Ki, Goku. It's something else'.
Goku yawned, 'I suppose. It's nice to have a challenge again though'.
Ron squirmed irritably in the Saiyan's grasp; this was definitely not his favourite mode of transport. 'Where are we going?'
Goku glanced down at him, 'we'll find Gohan and give him a hand if necessary. If Vegeta and the Supreme Kai aren't back by then, we'll go back there'.
Hermione struggled to look the Saiyan in eye, the great breezes making her eyes water, 'what about Voldemort? Your friends are still down there!'
'Friends? Oh yeah, I suppose...'
Piccolo shook his head, 'Voldemort, or whatever he calls himself may be a formidable wizard, but he cannot match the powers of the Supreme Kai, let alone Vegeta in combat. If it's a question of magic, then the Supreme Kai will be more than a match for him'.
Hermione bit her lip, 'I'm not so sure about that'.
Goku glanced at her in surprise, 'why do you say that?'
'Well, I'd say that Voldemort has what may be colloquially termed as a home- field advantage'.
*
A great surge of light blasted from Gotenks's hands, Gohan ducked and shot off to one side, scarcely avoiding being caught by the dramatic attack. Blood flowing freely from numerous cuts in his face and arms, yet the demi- Saiyan smiled despite himself. The boys really had been practising hard. No wonder it was so hard to track them down after they'd broken something.
'Gotenks, it's me, Gohan!'
Another blast singed the top of his violent blond hairline, once again sending the Saiyan diving for cover.
'Goten! Trunks! I know you can hear me in there, you've got to fight it!'
A fist flew out of nowhere and caught him sharply in the gut, doubling the young adult over in pain, forcing the air from his lungs. The ground spiralled towards him, the rocky turf looming larger and larger. With a sickening thump Gohan met with the ground, groaning as he pulled his wretched self from the impressive dent he'd made in the ground.
'You know what, I'm CERTAIN you can hear me in there now'
This really is not my day he pondered depressively. Having reached such a great power height earlier in the day, the demi-Saiyan's energy allowance had more or less been drained. Coupled with the fact that he really didn't want to hurt his younger brother, the fight was turning out more or less to be Gotenks striking and Gohan dodging. More or less. His best option at the moment was to keep the boys busy until the fusion wore out, then he may be able to knock them out. Why not knock them out now?
Not a bad idea actually. Swaying slightly, Gohan leapt back into the air, hair fluttering as the radiance of gold energy increased to fuel his attack. The energy wouldn't last, he had one hit left; one hit that would either knock the mind-controlled fusion creation out, or empty him completely of energy and leave him vulnerable to the child's attack.
He curled a single fist, fingernails biting deeply into the folds of his palms, calloused with years of training. Empting his great Ki reserves into his one fist, he lunged for the hovering demi-Saiyan, still smirking the confident smirk of one who knows that victory is guaranteed. With a scream of effort, the demi-Saiyan struck at the boy's forehead with all the force he had available. Gotenks' eyes followed Gohan's fist all the way as it extended towards his face, smirk widening to a grin as the fusion easily stepped aside. Gohan's expression flickered to one of horror as his Ki died and energy plummeted.
He was heading back for the ground, Gotenks right behind him. The boys couldn't control themselves. He was in serious trouble. Why couldn't he have checked his bloody horoscope before agreeing to go first for this one?
Gotenks drew level with his part-brother's descent, black eyes devoid of emotion yet his face filled with malice. It wasn't the boys' face; it was the wizard's. The wizard. Only his death would free them, or something that would emotionally challenge the boys enough into regaining control.
The ground beckoned once again and the Saiyan was enfolded into its unforgiving surface, sinking deep into the looser soil and forming his own personal crater. Talk about déjà vu.
Rolling onto his back, Gohan spat a mouthful of blood onto the churned turf around him. The landing hadn't been as bad as it could have been, but it still hurt. Plunging a couple of hundred metres out of the sky without a parachute (or occasionally even with) generally wasn't listed as one of the more pain-free of hobbies on the market.
Gotenks landed gracefully several metres away. Bloody show-off. The childlike entity stalked towards the helpless demi-Saiyan, the same mad arrogance glimmering in his eyes as he advanced on the beaten Gohan. Not exactly beaten; Saiyan pride was always careful to outline this fact; but feeling pretty sorry for himself.
Would his own brother and friend kill him? If this day was anything to go by, then the answer was quite obvious.
*
The Dark Lord was not happy. Had he been a normal person he would have been swearing, even spitting in fury at this insult. However the great Lord Voldemort isn't a normal person is he? So he was resigned to something more fitting for an evil villain. In others words; lots of nasty threats and homicidal gestures.
The Supreme Kai wore a fetching expression of complete disbelief and confusion, while the Saiyan prince was fighting the overwhelming urge to burst out laughing. Voldemort continued to hurl abuse and threats at the sky, where the retreating figures of Piccolo, Goku, Harry, Ron and Hermione were fading into the clouds. Apparently the Dark Lord was not capable of flying unaided.
After sufficient venting of his rage on the deaf sky, Voldemort turned his rage on the two remaining warriors, now beginning to wonder whether or not they should remind him that they were still here.
'You two will die here, skills or no skills. There will be many prices that the others will pay for this insult, but your deaths will be the first'.
He levelled his wand at Vegeta's head and screamed, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
Even though Vegeta hadn't been paying attention during class, he was already willing to bet that the wand wasn't going to do him any favours. Blocking the issuing blast of green light would probably be as effective as fitting a set of wheels to it. Delving hurriedly into his supply of Ki, he more or less materialised behind Voldemort, dodging the attack and as he did so, throwing a punch into the small of the wizard's back.
The Dark Lord fell forwards, magical shield coming up in time to shoulder most of the force, but too slow not to catch part of the brunt. He dropped and rolled easily, lunging back onto his feet and surveying the annoyed Saiyan with a mad grin.
'Not fast enough I'm afraid, if that's the best you can do!'
Kaioshin mentally groaned. Challenging Vegeta to a show of strength couldn't rank highly in the top list of intelligent things to do. This was either going to be very messy, take a long time or possibly both. The Saiyan's trademark arrogant smirk surfaced as he clenched his fists, Ki soaring in bright waves of light.
'What ever gave you the idea that I was doing my best?'
With a roar of effort, Vegeta's body was engulfed with radiant golden light, hair taking on the same colouring and eyes flashing to green. Voldemort raised one eyebrow, yet still appeared bored.
'An impressive light display I admit, however I doubt it will help you any'.
The wizard pointed his wand directly between Vegeta's eyes, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
The beam of light smashed another hole through the cave; now resembling a Swiss cheese more than an environmental feature. Kaioshin stumbled forward as the ground gave a nasty shudder. The mountain certainly wouldn't take much more of this abuse. The Kai squinted into the dust cloud that had resulted from the blast as Voldemort laughed maliciously.
'I fail to see what you find so amusing'.
The Dark Lord jumped slightly as the Saiyan prince's voice sneered at him from behind, jerking around with an ugly mask of fury. 'How did you avoid that? It was point-blank range!'
Vegeta snickered, 'point-blank range? That doesn't apply to me anymore'.
The Supreme Kai utilised his wonderful training in emotional-withdrawal to not roll his eyes. The amount of ego in this room was getting ridiculous. If he wasn't careful he'd find that it was contagious... I wonder how Kibito would react to that?! Kaioshin permitted himself a slight evil smirk at that thought; it would be a wonderful prank to pull... Kaioshin; evil-lord- high-master of the universe. A tad out of character perhaps, but highly amusing all the same.
Voldemort began to blast at the easily-dodging Saiyan with almost desperate randomness, beads of sweat building on his face as Vegeta continued to avoid every effort. Kaioshin was forced to avoid several of the stray beams of light as the wizard's plight became greater. Not that the Kai could blame him. Being attacked by Vegeta isn't pleasant, even if you can defeat him.
How long could the wizard keep up these attacks?
*
'Gohan!'
The exhausted demi-Saiyan blearily focussed his eyes on the origin of the sound. It had come from over Gotenks's shoulder. Was he dreaming? It seemed too real... stupid concussion talking probably.
A green fist smacked into the side of the fusion's head, sending the smaller Saiyan sprawling across the ground in surprise. Piccolo glared down at his pupil, 'didn't I warn you not to stop training?'
Gohan coughed bitterly, 'I'm sorry Piccolo. I can honestly say that I am regretting the consequences of my actions. Where's dad?'
'Right here son'.
The voice came from behind, Goku knelt down on the ground beside him, a slight grin on his face. 'I'd have to agree with Piccolo on this one, Gohan'.
Gohan rolled his eyes, struggling to sit up, 'thank you for the parental support, now if you don't mind I'll return to bleeding in agony'.
Goku chuckled, 'I'm joking Gohan'. Fumbling in his pocket, he drew out a grubby Sensu bean as Harry, Ron and Hermione watched on in fascination. Gohan hastily swallowed the bean and then lunged to his feet, cuts sealing themselves and bruises lightening. Hermione blinked in surprise, 'you have magical plants in your world?'
Goku nodded, 'just these ones though. They replenish energy and generally heal people, except they can only be grown by Korrin'.
Ron shook his head, 'I guess you're not exactly muggles or wizards are you?'
Goku's answer was somewhat delayed by the arrival of Gotenks's fist in his back. With a cry of surprise, the Saiyan pitched forward, smacking into Gohan and sending both of them back into Gohan's crater. Piccolo darted forward, attempting to shield the suddenly-vulnerable wizards.
Harry stared into the charcoal eyes of the young warrior; those eyes completely devoid of emotion. The memory of Barty Crouch stumbling out of the Forest rose in his mind. Could the child possibly still be fighting the control? He reached out, wand in hand. Piccolo froze in horror as Harry extended his hand, Gotenks watching the teenager's every movement. The Namekian had no chance of helping him.
The wand tip stopped, pressing lightly against the forehead of the fused children, yet still Gotenks did not move. Fingers trembling, Harry pondered over what he meant to do. The action of placing the wand on the boys' forehead had simply been an instinctive reaction; now he was completely stumped for ideas of what to happen next. The black eyes were boring into his own; could he see something in them?
The wand suddenly gave a vicious shudder, wrenching itself almost out of Harry's hand. He clung on in surprise as Gotenks gave a cry of shock. What was happening now? Hang on a minute... this seemed familiar. The wand formed a gold bead right at his fingertips, the wood still vibrating at terrible speed. Voldemort and his wand shared the same core – they would not attack each other as easily.
His wand was combating the Imperious curse on the boys. Gritting his teeth with effort, Harry mentally drove the bead away. Sweat dripped down his jaw, snaking down his neck as the golden spot slowly edged its way down the wand.
Gohan's eyes never left the golden dot; he didn't know why, but he knew that it was vitally important for the bead to make contact with Gotenks. Something else was annoying him though. How long had the boys been fused? The bead couldn't hit both at the same time...
*
'What is your name sir?'
'I resent this! I AM NOT INSANE!!!!'
'Your name please sir?'
'..... My name is Dende'
'Is that your first or second name?'
'It's my name'.
The nurse gave the glowering little Guardian a wide false smile, candy-pink lipstick stretching into the grimace. Dende glared back, headache still distorting his vision; today did not rank among the better days he had been having.
'Ok Mr Dende, we're going to take you to see the doctor now, if you could just follow me'.
The glare intensified, 'I'm not going anywhere. I don't need a doctor'.
The lipstick took on a more threatening edge, 'I assure you sir, the doctor will be able to determine whether or not you need help'.
Two towering security guards moved to either side of the vertically- challenged God, offering some slight incentive to move forwards. Dende glared resolutely at the floor as he trudged after the nurse. He wasn't much of a fighter, especially against these human mountains. The nurse opened a door in front of them, beckoning the furious Dende into the room. He threw her a special glare of hatred before stamping in. The door slammed behind him.
'Welcome, Mr Dende'.
Dende didn't even grace that with an answer. The room was the same seen in psychiatrist scenes in soap operas all over the world; complete with long leather chair, assortment of doctor qualifications on the walls (most of which were probably printed out over the internet) and cheap nylon carpet. Clumping over to the couch, he sat down heavily and continued to examine the afore-mentioned carpet.
'Sit down please'.
The Namek rolled his eyes. No wonder this guy worked at a mental facility – he was already more than qualified as a patient as well as a "doctor".
The psychiatrist sighed inwardly. This guy could be written off as a hopeless case already; not to mention the weird skin colouring and body art, the young...male was completely ignoring him in favour of watching the carpet.
'Mr Dende, I'd like you to fill in this questionnaire for me so I can judge whether or not you need my help'.
Dende glared up at the bespectacled old man, 'I do not need help. How many times must I say this?!'
Completely unruffled, the doctor smoothly replied, ' if you just fill in this form I will be able to judge that for myself'. Handing the Guardian a flimsy piece of paper, clipboard and dying biro, he reclined in his own leather armchair. Not much analysis required for this nutcase.
Dende stared down at the paper, frowned and began to scribble. After a few seconds, he tossed the clipboard contemptuously at the desk and resumed his glaring at the hapless furniture.
The psychiatrist surveyed the paper mildly, 'You were born in Namek? Exactly where is that?'
Dende rolled his eyes, 'a looooooong way from here. I can guarantee you've never been there'.
'And you didn't fill in the work placement part properly'.
'Yes I did'
'No you didn't". The doctor returned the paper to Dende, where the Guardian yawned and scribbled something on the blank line.
The doctor blinked, 'you oversee the world? What does that involve?'
'Getting drunk mostly. Except this time I screwed up really badly and now the overseer of the universe wants me dead. Well, I don't know if he does, but his bodyguard certainly does, since he chased me through the air in order to beat me up'.
The Namek hadn't even finished speaking when the door flew open and the security guards returned, called by a button under the doctor's desk. They grabbed the flailing Namek under each arm, hoisting him partially aloft.
'Mr Dende will require a regular dose of tranquillizers twice a day. I recommend one of the padded rooms and if he becomes violent, perhaps a straightjacket as well'.
Dende's curses echoed through the corridors of the hospital, educating the nearby population in how not to talk to people you like in Namekian. For a peaceful race, they certainly had some very graphic curses. The doctor sighed; he wasn't a bad person, but being treated like a moron all the time really annoyed a guy after a while. Anyway, the kid was definitely either insane or exceptionally weird. If someone came in to claim him, they might be able to explain some of the oddities by the appearance of the crowd he lived with.
*
wild-filly: once again, I apologise for the delay, but the next chapter should be up sooner now that the holidays are here ^_^ please review!
Kaioshin: *snoring under computer desk*
Wild-filly: -_- All the muses have been out of work for too long... Guess I'll have to do the disclaimer myself... oh the tragedy of it all.
Disclaimer: *crickets chirp* ..... Without muses to annoy I'm having trouble thinking of something original to do - I FEEL SO ALONE!!!!!!!!!! *muses continue to snore* -_- fine, ignore me then *storms off to sulk in a suitably shadowed corner*
***Chapter 16***
Voldemort's breathing eased. The rather unpleasant shock of the fact that the combined form of the two alien children had taken off completely of its own accord to do battle according to some alien rules had rattled him slightly. He relaxed now; the "child" had more or less done what he had commanded, and either way, he now had a far more interesting game to play.
'And what way would you like to die this time Harry? The last few times didn't go as smoothly as expected, but I can assure you that death is quite imminent now'.
Harry shook with blind fury. How dare this cowardly murderer taunt him so? To tease him about the fact that he could so easily take his life?
Voldemort strode slowly, lightly stepping over the chunks of marble, eyes filled with mad bloodlust and complete confidence. His voice dripping like venom, riveting all who listened to their places.
'Your parents certainly didn't take this much effort to kill. As for your god-father...'
Something snapped. 'SHUT UP YOU BASTARD!'
He launched across the floor, feet pounding as the blood surged in his head, deadening his hearing and fear. Harry drew his wand from his sleeve as he ran, breath gasping as he sprinted the sizable length of the room. The twisted dark wizard loomed before him, the snakelike leer etching deeper in his face as his own wand trailed as though through treacle in the air. The yew tip hovered in the foremost area of Harry's vision, faint green light prickling and in the background only cold red eyes. The last things he would ever see.
But then it was gone. Soaring into the air as a snowy white cape fluttered around him, the cave spiralled below as he rose up and up. The beam of green light blasted through the other side of the cave, shredding a hole in the mountainside.
I've escaped again, was all he could giddily think as the countryside dropped to a mere stained carpet below.
Piccolo glanced behind himself, Goku was right there, with the other two in his hands. Vegeta and the Supreme Kai must still be back there. Since a part of him was Kami at one point, he momentarily mused returning to aid the Kai, but it was quickly quashed by Piccolo and Nail. The man down there is a lunatic, this boy is in danger and Gohan is fighting somewhere.
Goku drew level with the grim Namekian, 'that wizard sure is something isn't he? That blast took out most of the mountain, and he's not even trained!'
Piccolo glanced back at the amused Saiyan, 'I doubt it's on a similar level to our Ki, Goku. It's something else'.
Goku yawned, 'I suppose. It's nice to have a challenge again though'.
Ron squirmed irritably in the Saiyan's grasp; this was definitely not his favourite mode of transport. 'Where are we going?'
Goku glanced down at him, 'we'll find Gohan and give him a hand if necessary. If Vegeta and the Supreme Kai aren't back by then, we'll go back there'.
Hermione struggled to look the Saiyan in eye, the great breezes making her eyes water, 'what about Voldemort? Your friends are still down there!'
'Friends? Oh yeah, I suppose...'
Piccolo shook his head, 'Voldemort, or whatever he calls himself may be a formidable wizard, but he cannot match the powers of the Supreme Kai, let alone Vegeta in combat. If it's a question of magic, then the Supreme Kai will be more than a match for him'.
Hermione bit her lip, 'I'm not so sure about that'.
Goku glanced at her in surprise, 'why do you say that?'
'Well, I'd say that Voldemort has what may be colloquially termed as a home- field advantage'.
*
A great surge of light blasted from Gotenks's hands, Gohan ducked and shot off to one side, scarcely avoiding being caught by the dramatic attack. Blood flowing freely from numerous cuts in his face and arms, yet the demi- Saiyan smiled despite himself. The boys really had been practising hard. No wonder it was so hard to track them down after they'd broken something.
'Gotenks, it's me, Gohan!'
Another blast singed the top of his violent blond hairline, once again sending the Saiyan diving for cover.
'Goten! Trunks! I know you can hear me in there, you've got to fight it!'
A fist flew out of nowhere and caught him sharply in the gut, doubling the young adult over in pain, forcing the air from his lungs. The ground spiralled towards him, the rocky turf looming larger and larger. With a sickening thump Gohan met with the ground, groaning as he pulled his wretched self from the impressive dent he'd made in the ground.
'You know what, I'm CERTAIN you can hear me in there now'
This really is not my day he pondered depressively. Having reached such a great power height earlier in the day, the demi-Saiyan's energy allowance had more or less been drained. Coupled with the fact that he really didn't want to hurt his younger brother, the fight was turning out more or less to be Gotenks striking and Gohan dodging. More or less. His best option at the moment was to keep the boys busy until the fusion wore out, then he may be able to knock them out. Why not knock them out now?
Not a bad idea actually. Swaying slightly, Gohan leapt back into the air, hair fluttering as the radiance of gold energy increased to fuel his attack. The energy wouldn't last, he had one hit left; one hit that would either knock the mind-controlled fusion creation out, or empty him completely of energy and leave him vulnerable to the child's attack.
He curled a single fist, fingernails biting deeply into the folds of his palms, calloused with years of training. Empting his great Ki reserves into his one fist, he lunged for the hovering demi-Saiyan, still smirking the confident smirk of one who knows that victory is guaranteed. With a scream of effort, the demi-Saiyan struck at the boy's forehead with all the force he had available. Gotenks' eyes followed Gohan's fist all the way as it extended towards his face, smirk widening to a grin as the fusion easily stepped aside. Gohan's expression flickered to one of horror as his Ki died and energy plummeted.
He was heading back for the ground, Gotenks right behind him. The boys couldn't control themselves. He was in serious trouble. Why couldn't he have checked his bloody horoscope before agreeing to go first for this one?
Gotenks drew level with his part-brother's descent, black eyes devoid of emotion yet his face filled with malice. It wasn't the boys' face; it was the wizard's. The wizard. Only his death would free them, or something that would emotionally challenge the boys enough into regaining control.
The ground beckoned once again and the Saiyan was enfolded into its unforgiving surface, sinking deep into the looser soil and forming his own personal crater. Talk about déjà vu.
Rolling onto his back, Gohan spat a mouthful of blood onto the churned turf around him. The landing hadn't been as bad as it could have been, but it still hurt. Plunging a couple of hundred metres out of the sky without a parachute (or occasionally even with) generally wasn't listed as one of the more pain-free of hobbies on the market.
Gotenks landed gracefully several metres away. Bloody show-off. The childlike entity stalked towards the helpless demi-Saiyan, the same mad arrogance glimmering in his eyes as he advanced on the beaten Gohan. Not exactly beaten; Saiyan pride was always careful to outline this fact; but feeling pretty sorry for himself.
Would his own brother and friend kill him? If this day was anything to go by, then the answer was quite obvious.
*
The Dark Lord was not happy. Had he been a normal person he would have been swearing, even spitting in fury at this insult. However the great Lord Voldemort isn't a normal person is he? So he was resigned to something more fitting for an evil villain. In others words; lots of nasty threats and homicidal gestures.
The Supreme Kai wore a fetching expression of complete disbelief and confusion, while the Saiyan prince was fighting the overwhelming urge to burst out laughing. Voldemort continued to hurl abuse and threats at the sky, where the retreating figures of Piccolo, Goku, Harry, Ron and Hermione were fading into the clouds. Apparently the Dark Lord was not capable of flying unaided.
After sufficient venting of his rage on the deaf sky, Voldemort turned his rage on the two remaining warriors, now beginning to wonder whether or not they should remind him that they were still here.
'You two will die here, skills or no skills. There will be many prices that the others will pay for this insult, but your deaths will be the first'.
He levelled his wand at Vegeta's head and screamed, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
Even though Vegeta hadn't been paying attention during class, he was already willing to bet that the wand wasn't going to do him any favours. Blocking the issuing blast of green light would probably be as effective as fitting a set of wheels to it. Delving hurriedly into his supply of Ki, he more or less materialised behind Voldemort, dodging the attack and as he did so, throwing a punch into the small of the wizard's back.
The Dark Lord fell forwards, magical shield coming up in time to shoulder most of the force, but too slow not to catch part of the brunt. He dropped and rolled easily, lunging back onto his feet and surveying the annoyed Saiyan with a mad grin.
'Not fast enough I'm afraid, if that's the best you can do!'
Kaioshin mentally groaned. Challenging Vegeta to a show of strength couldn't rank highly in the top list of intelligent things to do. This was either going to be very messy, take a long time or possibly both. The Saiyan's trademark arrogant smirk surfaced as he clenched his fists, Ki soaring in bright waves of light.
'What ever gave you the idea that I was doing my best?'
With a roar of effort, Vegeta's body was engulfed with radiant golden light, hair taking on the same colouring and eyes flashing to green. Voldemort raised one eyebrow, yet still appeared bored.
'An impressive light display I admit, however I doubt it will help you any'.
The wizard pointed his wand directly between Vegeta's eyes, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
The beam of light smashed another hole through the cave; now resembling a Swiss cheese more than an environmental feature. Kaioshin stumbled forward as the ground gave a nasty shudder. The mountain certainly wouldn't take much more of this abuse. The Kai squinted into the dust cloud that had resulted from the blast as Voldemort laughed maliciously.
'I fail to see what you find so amusing'.
The Dark Lord jumped slightly as the Saiyan prince's voice sneered at him from behind, jerking around with an ugly mask of fury. 'How did you avoid that? It was point-blank range!'
Vegeta snickered, 'point-blank range? That doesn't apply to me anymore'.
The Supreme Kai utilised his wonderful training in emotional-withdrawal to not roll his eyes. The amount of ego in this room was getting ridiculous. If he wasn't careful he'd find that it was contagious... I wonder how Kibito would react to that?! Kaioshin permitted himself a slight evil smirk at that thought; it would be a wonderful prank to pull... Kaioshin; evil-lord- high-master of the universe. A tad out of character perhaps, but highly amusing all the same.
Voldemort began to blast at the easily-dodging Saiyan with almost desperate randomness, beads of sweat building on his face as Vegeta continued to avoid every effort. Kaioshin was forced to avoid several of the stray beams of light as the wizard's plight became greater. Not that the Kai could blame him. Being attacked by Vegeta isn't pleasant, even if you can defeat him.
How long could the wizard keep up these attacks?
*
'Gohan!'
The exhausted demi-Saiyan blearily focussed his eyes on the origin of the sound. It had come from over Gotenks's shoulder. Was he dreaming? It seemed too real... stupid concussion talking probably.
A green fist smacked into the side of the fusion's head, sending the smaller Saiyan sprawling across the ground in surprise. Piccolo glared down at his pupil, 'didn't I warn you not to stop training?'
Gohan coughed bitterly, 'I'm sorry Piccolo. I can honestly say that I am regretting the consequences of my actions. Where's dad?'
'Right here son'.
The voice came from behind, Goku knelt down on the ground beside him, a slight grin on his face. 'I'd have to agree with Piccolo on this one, Gohan'.
Gohan rolled his eyes, struggling to sit up, 'thank you for the parental support, now if you don't mind I'll return to bleeding in agony'.
Goku chuckled, 'I'm joking Gohan'. Fumbling in his pocket, he drew out a grubby Sensu bean as Harry, Ron and Hermione watched on in fascination. Gohan hastily swallowed the bean and then lunged to his feet, cuts sealing themselves and bruises lightening. Hermione blinked in surprise, 'you have magical plants in your world?'
Goku nodded, 'just these ones though. They replenish energy and generally heal people, except they can only be grown by Korrin'.
Ron shook his head, 'I guess you're not exactly muggles or wizards are you?'
Goku's answer was somewhat delayed by the arrival of Gotenks's fist in his back. With a cry of surprise, the Saiyan pitched forward, smacking into Gohan and sending both of them back into Gohan's crater. Piccolo darted forward, attempting to shield the suddenly-vulnerable wizards.
Harry stared into the charcoal eyes of the young warrior; those eyes completely devoid of emotion. The memory of Barty Crouch stumbling out of the Forest rose in his mind. Could the child possibly still be fighting the control? He reached out, wand in hand. Piccolo froze in horror as Harry extended his hand, Gotenks watching the teenager's every movement. The Namekian had no chance of helping him.
The wand tip stopped, pressing lightly against the forehead of the fused children, yet still Gotenks did not move. Fingers trembling, Harry pondered over what he meant to do. The action of placing the wand on the boys' forehead had simply been an instinctive reaction; now he was completely stumped for ideas of what to happen next. The black eyes were boring into his own; could he see something in them?
The wand suddenly gave a vicious shudder, wrenching itself almost out of Harry's hand. He clung on in surprise as Gotenks gave a cry of shock. What was happening now? Hang on a minute... this seemed familiar. The wand formed a gold bead right at his fingertips, the wood still vibrating at terrible speed. Voldemort and his wand shared the same core – they would not attack each other as easily.
His wand was combating the Imperious curse on the boys. Gritting his teeth with effort, Harry mentally drove the bead away. Sweat dripped down his jaw, snaking down his neck as the golden spot slowly edged its way down the wand.
Gohan's eyes never left the golden dot; he didn't know why, but he knew that it was vitally important for the bead to make contact with Gotenks. Something else was annoying him though. How long had the boys been fused? The bead couldn't hit both at the same time...
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'What is your name sir?'
'I resent this! I AM NOT INSANE!!!!'
'Your name please sir?'
'..... My name is Dende'
'Is that your first or second name?'
'It's my name'.
The nurse gave the glowering little Guardian a wide false smile, candy-pink lipstick stretching into the grimace. Dende glared back, headache still distorting his vision; today did not rank among the better days he had been having.
'Ok Mr Dende, we're going to take you to see the doctor now, if you could just follow me'.
The glare intensified, 'I'm not going anywhere. I don't need a doctor'.
The lipstick took on a more threatening edge, 'I assure you sir, the doctor will be able to determine whether or not you need help'.
Two towering security guards moved to either side of the vertically- challenged God, offering some slight incentive to move forwards. Dende glared resolutely at the floor as he trudged after the nurse. He wasn't much of a fighter, especially against these human mountains. The nurse opened a door in front of them, beckoning the furious Dende into the room. He threw her a special glare of hatred before stamping in. The door slammed behind him.
'Welcome, Mr Dende'.
Dende didn't even grace that with an answer. The room was the same seen in psychiatrist scenes in soap operas all over the world; complete with long leather chair, assortment of doctor qualifications on the walls (most of which were probably printed out over the internet) and cheap nylon carpet. Clumping over to the couch, he sat down heavily and continued to examine the afore-mentioned carpet.
'Sit down please'.
The Namek rolled his eyes. No wonder this guy worked at a mental facility – he was already more than qualified as a patient as well as a "doctor".
The psychiatrist sighed inwardly. This guy could be written off as a hopeless case already; not to mention the weird skin colouring and body art, the young...male was completely ignoring him in favour of watching the carpet.
'Mr Dende, I'd like you to fill in this questionnaire for me so I can judge whether or not you need my help'.
Dende glared up at the bespectacled old man, 'I do not need help. How many times must I say this?!'
Completely unruffled, the doctor smoothly replied, ' if you just fill in this form I will be able to judge that for myself'. Handing the Guardian a flimsy piece of paper, clipboard and dying biro, he reclined in his own leather armchair. Not much analysis required for this nutcase.
Dende stared down at the paper, frowned and began to scribble. After a few seconds, he tossed the clipboard contemptuously at the desk and resumed his glaring at the hapless furniture.
The psychiatrist surveyed the paper mildly, 'You were born in Namek? Exactly where is that?'
Dende rolled his eyes, 'a looooooong way from here. I can guarantee you've never been there'.
'And you didn't fill in the work placement part properly'.
'Yes I did'
'No you didn't". The doctor returned the paper to Dende, where the Guardian yawned and scribbled something on the blank line.
The doctor blinked, 'you oversee the world? What does that involve?'
'Getting drunk mostly. Except this time I screwed up really badly and now the overseer of the universe wants me dead. Well, I don't know if he does, but his bodyguard certainly does, since he chased me through the air in order to beat me up'.
The Namek hadn't even finished speaking when the door flew open and the security guards returned, called by a button under the doctor's desk. They grabbed the flailing Namek under each arm, hoisting him partially aloft.
'Mr Dende will require a regular dose of tranquillizers twice a day. I recommend one of the padded rooms and if he becomes violent, perhaps a straightjacket as well'.
Dende's curses echoed through the corridors of the hospital, educating the nearby population in how not to talk to people you like in Namekian. For a peaceful race, they certainly had some very graphic curses. The doctor sighed; he wasn't a bad person, but being treated like a moron all the time really annoyed a guy after a while. Anyway, the kid was definitely either insane or exceptionally weird. If someone came in to claim him, they might be able to explain some of the oddities by the appearance of the crowd he lived with.
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wild-filly: once again, I apologise for the delay, but the next chapter should be up sooner now that the holidays are here ^_^ please review!
