Harry potter and the Saiya-Jins Power
Part Two
Diagon Alley
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ENJOY!
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Ever since the incident involving the Dark Lord's name the Weasly's had seen Gohan in a new light. He obviously wasn't a scared eleven year old that the nightmares made him seem to be. They never got much about the nightmares out of him, although, he did mention it being about his father--Gohan called him his Otousan-- and a monster.
It had been much better since he'd moved from Percy's room, Mr. Weasly suspected that Gohan had some empathic abilities, and it was almost two weeks since both the last nightmare had been dispelled and Harry Potter had arrived.
To the children's disappointment there was only a month left until school began. But that didn't stop most of the household going to play quidditch one day.
The first problem was that they didn't have a broom for Gohan, and Gohan had been staring at them with this incredulous look on his face. "I'm supposed to RIDE that?" He asked, stepping back.
"Yeah. It's a broomstick," Ron said with a shrug.
"No, that's a household tool," Gohan replied. "I'm not riding on it."
But if you don't ride on it, how will we play?" Harry pointed out reasonably. "You have to fly in this game, Gohan."
"I CAN. But not on THAT!" Gohan scowled. "That is for sweeping, not flying."
"Not in this world."
"I am not riding it! I can fly on my own! I don't need help!" Gohan all but yelled.
"No one can fly without help," Ron scoffed.
Gohan rolled his eyes and levitated slowly into the air, arms crossed, "Then I'm no one because I can."
Jaws hit the dirt and Ron looked ready to pass out. "Whoa," Was all the group could say for several seconds.
"Now, you going to teach me how to play or not?"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Gohan learned fast. He understood the rules of Quidditch almost as fast as they could be told. The afternoon was spent with the Weaslys, Harry, and Gohan playing quidditch in the small paddock outside the house, hidden by trees.
The boy sighed, wishing that he could be like them. All innocent and carefree. But everywhere he went, he had to be on red alert. Some one may have been waiting to attack, a monster ready to kill…
The boy shook his head. This was not the time to think of that. He had a game to worry about. It would not do any harm to let his guard down HERE, most likely, where Cell was a thing of the past and Freeza was never known.
Gohan smiled and held out his hands. "You won't get passed me!" He shouted, laughing.
Bill smiled. Getting Gohan out of Percy's room was the best thing that could have happened. He was much happier than he had been two weeks ago. Bill knew Gohan wasn't what he seemed, and it was nice to see the usually serious boy have fun.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Molly watched the children playing in the living room later that week. "We're going to Diagon alley this weekend," She told them, smiling. "Make sure you have your supply list ready."
"Okay, Mum," Ron replied from the game of chess he and Harry were playing. Harry was losing rather badly, and Gohan looked up from his book, over and the chess board, and told Harry to move his queen three spaces left. Harry, shrugging, complied.
Ron blinked, "I'm in check!"
"I don't know how you missed that." Gohan muttered to himself, "It was blatantly obvious."
Ron could only mouth like a fish. But he still won the game.
"How did you get so good at chess, Gohan?" Ron questioned after the game.
"Long story," Gohan replied, and refused to say more.
Ron blinked in confusion and shook his head. This boy was hard to understand. Sometimes he seemed more like an adult than a child. It was strange.
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Molly Weasly shook Harry into wakefulness and got Ron out of bed. "Diagon alley today, boys," She reminded them, leaving the room. "Be ready in an hour."
"Okay, mum," Ron muttered sleepily, turning to his closet.
Harry sighed at his friend, still half-asleep, and reached out to grab a bright orange robe before Ron could put it on. Instead he handed the red head a black robe. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Despite being a wizard Harry still found muggle clothing more comfortable than wizard robes, but only when they fit properly.
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, yawning sleepily, "Morning Gohan."
Gohan grinned. "Hello!" He chirruped. He was a morning person. The Japanese Demi Saiya-Jin was dressed in black pants and a blood colored shirt with the silvery golden dragon necklace flashing. "Harry?"
"What?" Harry mumbled, grabbing a bit of toast.
"What is Diagon alley?" The boy asked, somewhat timidly. The last time he'd disturbed someone at breakfast (who had, incidentally, been Percy) he'd been yelled at.
Harry blinked in surprise. Gohan was unusually quite, if the last few weeks were any indication, and he never asked a lot of questions no matter how much he may not know. "It's where we buy our school supplies," Harry tried to explain. "They sell magical things so muggles don't see them."
"What's that? A muggle, I mean." Gohan asked, looking a bit ashamed, "I'm sorry, I should know…I just…"
"No one told you? It simply means non-magical people." Harry gave a small smile, "It's nothing to be ashamed about. There are many things in this world you'll be unfamiliar with. You'll have to ask about them sometime."
"Hai, I know…but the last time I asked, Percy yelled at me…he tries to sound so self righteous and he isn't, not at all."
Harry gave a noncommittal noise and smiled. "You'll have a lot of fun," He promised. "I did."
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Gohan stared incredulously at the green glitter in the flower pot Mrs. Weasly was holding out to him. "Wha-what's that? What am I to do with it?"
"This, my dear, is floo powder. It allows us to travel by fire," The woman explained, "but you've never used it before, I should have guessed. Harry, dear, will you go first?"
"Sure, Mrs. Weasly," Harry tried to look like he didn't care, despite the fact that the last time he'd used floo powder he'd ended up in Knockturn alley. He grabbed a pinch and threw it into the fireplace, watching the flames leap up and turn a sick acid green. He stepped into them and yelled, "Diagon alley!" As loudly as he could.
Gohan blinked as the boy disappeared into the fire. "Where'd he go?" The Japanese boy asked, clearly startled. "Couldn't we just fly? Why do we have to take…floo powder?"
"Don't be silly, Gohan," Mr. Weasly laughed. "This is much faster!"
Gohan stared at him as though he'd gone mad, but took a pinch of powder from the proffered flowerpot. He repeated Harry's actions and yelled loudly for Diagon alley. The world began to spin and some sort of door seemed to spin past as he whirled about faster and faster.
He was thrown from the fireplace in an unfamiliar pub and almost crashed to the floor. He flipped instead and landed hard on his feet, staggering slightly. "I don't like it," He told Harry, frowning slightly. "If any enemies met you here, you'd be too dizzy to fight."
Harry looked at the child blankly, and didn't reply. Gohan, realizing what he'd said, blushed hotly. Harry frowned, "You sound like a warrior."
Gohan didn't reply. He couldn't. He couldn't tell these innocents what he'd undergone in his short life. Couldn't tell them about the horrors he'd faced, the lives he'd ruined. He couldn't do that to anyone, especially not to them. The boy looked to his feet. "Forget it," He said softly.
Harry blinked. He'd never met anyone quite so withdrawn. Gohan didn't share much of anything, knowingly or not. It was almost as if he was hiding some really important things. It was a pity that Harry had no idea how right he was.
The rest of the group arrived not long after and it saved Harry from asking anything more.
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Gohan, Harry, and the Weaslys had gone to the bank and Harry, Ron, and Ginny were showing Gohan the sights of the wizarding world. The boy was in awe of everything. But one thing that the group noticed was that he tried not to make in obvious. The other three frowned. He was most definitely not the normal eleven year old. Not even close.
It was after both the book store and potions shop that problems arose. They were headed over to get Gohan some robes, Harry needed some himself, when shouting drew their attention to an alley just next to the shop. A boy slightly taller than Harry with slicked back hair stood there, glaring at several younger children, who appeared to be first years, just as Gohan was.
The older boy smirked. "You should have listened to me," He said lowly, terrifying the children even more. "Now I'll have to hurt you."
"Iie. You won't be touching them," Gohan could keep his silence no longer. "Leave them alone."
"Who are you? Another mudblood?" The blond boy hissed. "I am Draco Malfoy, of old wizard blood. You are nothing."
"I am Son Gohan," His eyes flashed turquoise and his hair turned blonde for a brief moment. "Now, you WILL leave them be."
"Son? Who would call their child something like that? Are your parents stupid, boy?" Draco laughed until he felt his insides would burst.
"I am Japanese. In Japan, the last name goes first." Gohan gave a derisive snort, "You sure are stupid."
Draco gave a sneer, "You are a mudblood and not worth my time."
Gohan raised an eyebrow, "I'm not insulted. Probably because I most likely am what you have called me. I'm not ashamed of my heritage."
"A mudblood is a term for low life muggles that think they have magic," Draco replied haughtily.
"It's also very derogatory," Harry added, still stunned from Gohan interrupting Draco and his "fun".
"I see," Gohan shrugged. "No matter. I am still not insulted. His intelligence is the only thing worth insulting around here. I've seen smarter dinosaurs. Hell, I've seen smarter ROCKS! And that's rather insulting to the rock, being compared to something such as he."
"You!" Draco seethed, lunging at the smaller boy. Gohan snickered and dodged.
"Missed."
Draco lunged a second time.
"Missed again." Gohan raised an eyebrow, "I hate to tell you this, blondie, but I'm faster than you'll ever be."
Draco growled and tried to hit the boy, only to fall to the ground this time and land in the mud "I won't forgive you for this, SON," Draco snarled. "You'd better watch your back!"
Gohan snorted and whirled about, heading towards the front of the alley. "If I thought you were a danger, I would have simply killed you," Was his reply as he left.
Draco stared at the mouth of the alley in shock. What WAS that kid?
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Harry, Ginny, and Ron stared at Gohan in shock. In fact, the trio had been gaping at the boy since he stood up to Draco in the alley ten minutes ago. Ron was the first to regain his voice. "D-do you have any IDEA who you just threatened?" He managed. Harry and Ginny nodded dumbly in agreement.
"Do I care?" The child-like innocence was back in his voice.
Harry blinked, but let Ron do the talking. This was his area of expertise, after all. "He's from an old wizard family!" Ron all but yelled in his shock. "He could get you thrown into Azkaban or—or killed by the Dark Lord!"
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Yay," He stated flatly. "It's not like I haven't met death face to face before."
Harry blinked. "You had best be careful, though," He admonished. "Now, let's get our robes."
Gohan sighed, trailing along behind the trio. This was going to be a long day.
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The wand shop was the last stop of the day. Gohan sniffed the dusty old store and promptly sneezed. The shop was awful! His poor nose! He, being a Demi Saiya-Jin, had very acute senses. All of them, excluding, perhaps, taste. He and his father could eat nearly anything that was not moving. Typical school food did not count, it had yet to die.
In any case, the shop was not a good place for a young Demi Saiya-Jin with an over-reactive nose to be. The boy sniffed and frowned, tilting his head as someone stepped into the room. "Who are you?"
The man looked shocked, silvery eyes wide. "No one has ever sensed my presence before, young one," The man told him. "I am Ollivander, maker of fine wands since…"
"382 BC, I know," Gohan broke in. "What do I need to do?"
The man blinked again and shook his head, "Hold out your wand hand, please."
"Um…which one is that?"
"Which hand do you write with?"
"Right."
"Then it is that one."
The man pulled out a silver measuring tape and began to read numbers off of it. Gohan, realizing it was working by itself when it wrapped itself around his wrist, looked slightly surprised.
The man simply pulled out a box. "Unicorn tail hair and ebony, fourteen inches." He held the stick out. Gohan blinked. "Well, go on!" Ollivander said after several seconds, "Give it a wave!"
Looking somewhat dubious, Gohan complied. The wand sat there. He sighed and handed it back, "I don't think it does anything…"
Ollivander looked delighted, "Wonderful!" He exclaimed, going at the tests with more zeal, "You appear to be a difficult customer! But that's all right! The harder the better I always…achoo!"
Gohan blinked, "Um…of course…if you say so…" While the man was looking for a wand, Gohan wandered about, looking at the packed shelves. A tiny whisper raced through his veins, calling him closer to the brightly polished ebony box settle in the far corner of the room, on a display table.
He looked hesitant for a moment, the caressed the wood of the box, hearing the wood sing in his veins. "Ollivander-san?" He questioned softly, "What wand is this? Why is it calling me?"
"Calling you?" Ollivander whirled. "What do you mean, 'calling' you?"
"It calls for me to pick it up," His fingers encountered a kanji etched into the wood. Honor. He continued to trail his fingers along the box. A symbol was next. It was a katana crossed with a broadsword and settled in a circle. A second kanji was the final thing on the box. Power.
"I don't think…" Ollivander hesitated. "Oh, well, open it and try. I doubt it wil do anything. You have to be special to use it."
Gohan lifted the lid. The wand was about fifteen inches long and the soft red-orange of his Otousan's gi with blood-colored streaks running through it. The same three symbols were etched on the wand, evenly spaced from top to bottom. The symbols were creating three "sides" to it. Around the very top and very bottom was an intricate design containing several symbols Gohan didn't recognize.
"Vegita-sei blood wood containing one dragon heart string and something else, although no one knows what." Ollivander whispered, as Gohan waved it. A white light burst from the tip and twisted into a dragon shape before fading away. Gohan gave a contented sigh and Ollivander gaped.
The wand was fourteen galleons.
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(A/N) You should feel lucky. I wasn't going to post these until I had all sixteen chapters...mwahahaha! But I did. So many people just kept asking. Remember, Reviews make me write faster. . . *hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge*
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~
Part Two
Diagon Alley
Disclaimer: Me no own. Go read.
ENJOY!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Ever since the incident involving the Dark Lord's name the Weasly's had seen Gohan in a new light. He obviously wasn't a scared eleven year old that the nightmares made him seem to be. They never got much about the nightmares out of him, although, he did mention it being about his father--Gohan called him his Otousan-- and a monster.
It had been much better since he'd moved from Percy's room, Mr. Weasly suspected that Gohan had some empathic abilities, and it was almost two weeks since both the last nightmare had been dispelled and Harry Potter had arrived.
To the children's disappointment there was only a month left until school began. But that didn't stop most of the household going to play quidditch one day.
The first problem was that they didn't have a broom for Gohan, and Gohan had been staring at them with this incredulous look on his face. "I'm supposed to RIDE that?" He asked, stepping back.
"Yeah. It's a broomstick," Ron said with a shrug.
"No, that's a household tool," Gohan replied. "I'm not riding on it."
But if you don't ride on it, how will we play?" Harry pointed out reasonably. "You have to fly in this game, Gohan."
"I CAN. But not on THAT!" Gohan scowled. "That is for sweeping, not flying."
"Not in this world."
"I am not riding it! I can fly on my own! I don't need help!" Gohan all but yelled.
"No one can fly without help," Ron scoffed.
Gohan rolled his eyes and levitated slowly into the air, arms crossed, "Then I'm no one because I can."
Jaws hit the dirt and Ron looked ready to pass out. "Whoa," Was all the group could say for several seconds.
"Now, you going to teach me how to play or not?"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Gohan learned fast. He understood the rules of Quidditch almost as fast as they could be told. The afternoon was spent with the Weaslys, Harry, and Gohan playing quidditch in the small paddock outside the house, hidden by trees.
The boy sighed, wishing that he could be like them. All innocent and carefree. But everywhere he went, he had to be on red alert. Some one may have been waiting to attack, a monster ready to kill…
The boy shook his head. This was not the time to think of that. He had a game to worry about. It would not do any harm to let his guard down HERE, most likely, where Cell was a thing of the past and Freeza was never known.
Gohan smiled and held out his hands. "You won't get passed me!" He shouted, laughing.
Bill smiled. Getting Gohan out of Percy's room was the best thing that could have happened. He was much happier than he had been two weeks ago. Bill knew Gohan wasn't what he seemed, and it was nice to see the usually serious boy have fun.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Molly watched the children playing in the living room later that week. "We're going to Diagon alley this weekend," She told them, smiling. "Make sure you have your supply list ready."
"Okay, Mum," Ron replied from the game of chess he and Harry were playing. Harry was losing rather badly, and Gohan looked up from his book, over and the chess board, and told Harry to move his queen three spaces left. Harry, shrugging, complied.
Ron blinked, "I'm in check!"
"I don't know how you missed that." Gohan muttered to himself, "It was blatantly obvious."
Ron could only mouth like a fish. But he still won the game.
"How did you get so good at chess, Gohan?" Ron questioned after the game.
"Long story," Gohan replied, and refused to say more.
Ron blinked in confusion and shook his head. This boy was hard to understand. Sometimes he seemed more like an adult than a child. It was strange.
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Molly Weasly shook Harry into wakefulness and got Ron out of bed. "Diagon alley today, boys," She reminded them, leaving the room. "Be ready in an hour."
"Okay, mum," Ron muttered sleepily, turning to his closet.
Harry sighed at his friend, still half-asleep, and reached out to grab a bright orange robe before Ron could put it on. Instead he handed the red head a black robe. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Despite being a wizard Harry still found muggle clothing more comfortable than wizard robes, but only when they fit properly.
He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, yawning sleepily, "Morning Gohan."
Gohan grinned. "Hello!" He chirruped. He was a morning person. The Japanese Demi Saiya-Jin was dressed in black pants and a blood colored shirt with the silvery golden dragon necklace flashing. "Harry?"
"What?" Harry mumbled, grabbing a bit of toast.
"What is Diagon alley?" The boy asked, somewhat timidly. The last time he'd disturbed someone at breakfast (who had, incidentally, been Percy) he'd been yelled at.
Harry blinked in surprise. Gohan was unusually quite, if the last few weeks were any indication, and he never asked a lot of questions no matter how much he may not know. "It's where we buy our school supplies," Harry tried to explain. "They sell magical things so muggles don't see them."
"What's that? A muggle, I mean." Gohan asked, looking a bit ashamed, "I'm sorry, I should know…I just…"
"No one told you? It simply means non-magical people." Harry gave a small smile, "It's nothing to be ashamed about. There are many things in this world you'll be unfamiliar with. You'll have to ask about them sometime."
"Hai, I know…but the last time I asked, Percy yelled at me…he tries to sound so self righteous and he isn't, not at all."
Harry gave a noncommittal noise and smiled. "You'll have a lot of fun," He promised. "I did."
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Gohan stared incredulously at the green glitter in the flower pot Mrs. Weasly was holding out to him. "Wha-what's that? What am I to do with it?"
"This, my dear, is floo powder. It allows us to travel by fire," The woman explained, "but you've never used it before, I should have guessed. Harry, dear, will you go first?"
"Sure, Mrs. Weasly," Harry tried to look like he didn't care, despite the fact that the last time he'd used floo powder he'd ended up in Knockturn alley. He grabbed a pinch and threw it into the fireplace, watching the flames leap up and turn a sick acid green. He stepped into them and yelled, "Diagon alley!" As loudly as he could.
Gohan blinked as the boy disappeared into the fire. "Where'd he go?" The Japanese boy asked, clearly startled. "Couldn't we just fly? Why do we have to take…floo powder?"
"Don't be silly, Gohan," Mr. Weasly laughed. "This is much faster!"
Gohan stared at him as though he'd gone mad, but took a pinch of powder from the proffered flowerpot. He repeated Harry's actions and yelled loudly for Diagon alley. The world began to spin and some sort of door seemed to spin past as he whirled about faster and faster.
He was thrown from the fireplace in an unfamiliar pub and almost crashed to the floor. He flipped instead and landed hard on his feet, staggering slightly. "I don't like it," He told Harry, frowning slightly. "If any enemies met you here, you'd be too dizzy to fight."
Harry looked at the child blankly, and didn't reply. Gohan, realizing what he'd said, blushed hotly. Harry frowned, "You sound like a warrior."
Gohan didn't reply. He couldn't. He couldn't tell these innocents what he'd undergone in his short life. Couldn't tell them about the horrors he'd faced, the lives he'd ruined. He couldn't do that to anyone, especially not to them. The boy looked to his feet. "Forget it," He said softly.
Harry blinked. He'd never met anyone quite so withdrawn. Gohan didn't share much of anything, knowingly or not. It was almost as if he was hiding some really important things. It was a pity that Harry had no idea how right he was.
The rest of the group arrived not long after and it saved Harry from asking anything more.
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Gohan, Harry, and the Weaslys had gone to the bank and Harry, Ron, and Ginny were showing Gohan the sights of the wizarding world. The boy was in awe of everything. But one thing that the group noticed was that he tried not to make in obvious. The other three frowned. He was most definitely not the normal eleven year old. Not even close.
It was after both the book store and potions shop that problems arose. They were headed over to get Gohan some robes, Harry needed some himself, when shouting drew their attention to an alley just next to the shop. A boy slightly taller than Harry with slicked back hair stood there, glaring at several younger children, who appeared to be first years, just as Gohan was.
The older boy smirked. "You should have listened to me," He said lowly, terrifying the children even more. "Now I'll have to hurt you."
"Iie. You won't be touching them," Gohan could keep his silence no longer. "Leave them alone."
"Who are you? Another mudblood?" The blond boy hissed. "I am Draco Malfoy, of old wizard blood. You are nothing."
"I am Son Gohan," His eyes flashed turquoise and his hair turned blonde for a brief moment. "Now, you WILL leave them be."
"Son? Who would call their child something like that? Are your parents stupid, boy?" Draco laughed until he felt his insides would burst.
"I am Japanese. In Japan, the last name goes first." Gohan gave a derisive snort, "You sure are stupid."
Draco gave a sneer, "You are a mudblood and not worth my time."
Gohan raised an eyebrow, "I'm not insulted. Probably because I most likely am what you have called me. I'm not ashamed of my heritage."
"A mudblood is a term for low life muggles that think they have magic," Draco replied haughtily.
"It's also very derogatory," Harry added, still stunned from Gohan interrupting Draco and his "fun".
"I see," Gohan shrugged. "No matter. I am still not insulted. His intelligence is the only thing worth insulting around here. I've seen smarter dinosaurs. Hell, I've seen smarter ROCKS! And that's rather insulting to the rock, being compared to something such as he."
"You!" Draco seethed, lunging at the smaller boy. Gohan snickered and dodged.
"Missed."
Draco lunged a second time.
"Missed again." Gohan raised an eyebrow, "I hate to tell you this, blondie, but I'm faster than you'll ever be."
Draco growled and tried to hit the boy, only to fall to the ground this time and land in the mud "I won't forgive you for this, SON," Draco snarled. "You'd better watch your back!"
Gohan snorted and whirled about, heading towards the front of the alley. "If I thought you were a danger, I would have simply killed you," Was his reply as he left.
Draco stared at the mouth of the alley in shock. What WAS that kid?
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Harry, Ginny, and Ron stared at Gohan in shock. In fact, the trio had been gaping at the boy since he stood up to Draco in the alley ten minutes ago. Ron was the first to regain his voice. "D-do you have any IDEA who you just threatened?" He managed. Harry and Ginny nodded dumbly in agreement.
"Do I care?" The child-like innocence was back in his voice.
Harry blinked, but let Ron do the talking. This was his area of expertise, after all. "He's from an old wizard family!" Ron all but yelled in his shock. "He could get you thrown into Azkaban or—or killed by the Dark Lord!"
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Yay," He stated flatly. "It's not like I haven't met death face to face before."
Harry blinked. "You had best be careful, though," He admonished. "Now, let's get our robes."
Gohan sighed, trailing along behind the trio. This was going to be a long day.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The wand shop was the last stop of the day. Gohan sniffed the dusty old store and promptly sneezed. The shop was awful! His poor nose! He, being a Demi Saiya-Jin, had very acute senses. All of them, excluding, perhaps, taste. He and his father could eat nearly anything that was not moving. Typical school food did not count, it had yet to die.
In any case, the shop was not a good place for a young Demi Saiya-Jin with an over-reactive nose to be. The boy sniffed and frowned, tilting his head as someone stepped into the room. "Who are you?"
The man looked shocked, silvery eyes wide. "No one has ever sensed my presence before, young one," The man told him. "I am Ollivander, maker of fine wands since…"
"382 BC, I know," Gohan broke in. "What do I need to do?"
The man blinked again and shook his head, "Hold out your wand hand, please."
"Um…which one is that?"
"Which hand do you write with?"
"Right."
"Then it is that one."
The man pulled out a silver measuring tape and began to read numbers off of it. Gohan, realizing it was working by itself when it wrapped itself around his wrist, looked slightly surprised.
The man simply pulled out a box. "Unicorn tail hair and ebony, fourteen inches." He held the stick out. Gohan blinked. "Well, go on!" Ollivander said after several seconds, "Give it a wave!"
Looking somewhat dubious, Gohan complied. The wand sat there. He sighed and handed it back, "I don't think it does anything…"
Ollivander looked delighted, "Wonderful!" He exclaimed, going at the tests with more zeal, "You appear to be a difficult customer! But that's all right! The harder the better I always…achoo!"
Gohan blinked, "Um…of course…if you say so…" While the man was looking for a wand, Gohan wandered about, looking at the packed shelves. A tiny whisper raced through his veins, calling him closer to the brightly polished ebony box settle in the far corner of the room, on a display table.
He looked hesitant for a moment, the caressed the wood of the box, hearing the wood sing in his veins. "Ollivander-san?" He questioned softly, "What wand is this? Why is it calling me?"
"Calling you?" Ollivander whirled. "What do you mean, 'calling' you?"
"It calls for me to pick it up," His fingers encountered a kanji etched into the wood. Honor. He continued to trail his fingers along the box. A symbol was next. It was a katana crossed with a broadsword and settled in a circle. A second kanji was the final thing on the box. Power.
"I don't think…" Ollivander hesitated. "Oh, well, open it and try. I doubt it wil do anything. You have to be special to use it."
Gohan lifted the lid. The wand was about fifteen inches long and the soft red-orange of his Otousan's gi with blood-colored streaks running through it. The same three symbols were etched on the wand, evenly spaced from top to bottom. The symbols were creating three "sides" to it. Around the very top and very bottom was an intricate design containing several symbols Gohan didn't recognize.
"Vegita-sei blood wood containing one dragon heart string and something else, although no one knows what." Ollivander whispered, as Gohan waved it. A white light burst from the tip and twisted into a dragon shape before fading away. Gohan gave a contented sigh and Ollivander gaped.
The wand was fourteen galleons.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
(A/N) You should feel lucky. I wasn't going to post these until I had all sixteen chapters...mwahahaha! But I did. So many people just kept asking. Remember, Reviews make me write faster. . . *hinthintwinkwinknudgenudge*
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~