Harry Potter and the Saiya-Jins Power

Part Six

Taste of Fear

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Gohan rushed to potions class, flying down the halls and trying not to be late. It was the sixth week of the school year, and Professor Snape would not appreciate him being tardy for the first time. He made it, though only just, and didn't even have time to get his things for the class out on his desk.

"Mr. Son," Serverus asked silkily, "May I enquire as to why you do not have your things out and ready?"

Gohan gave a little laugh, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, I was held up by Peeves and only just arrived in time. I will do my best to rectify the problem so that it will not happen again in the future."

"Five points from Gryffindor for not being ready, Mr. Son," Was the Potions Master's reply. Gohan just smiled and nodded, taking his things out while Serverus was talking, but quietly. Serverus had to hand it to the kid, he had guts.

Gohan, however, was still trying to figure out the warning that he had received from his long dead Uncle Radditz in the midst of a nightmare two weeks before. At worst the headmaster would think him crazy. Gohan sighed. He'd ponder it later. After class, when he could go outside and get a descent workout while thinking. That always helped. Vegita always said that physical exertion helped mental production. Bulma had to agree with that, for a Saiya-Jin at least, and Gohan found it to be true as well.

The mindless work of potions didn't do anything for him in that regard, so he firmly locked the thoughts away until he could better deal with them. Serverus gave him an odd look and Gohan offered an embarressed smile and rubbed the back of his head.

He sped outside, hoping to allivate some of the tension that had built up over the course of the day. His power crackled and he reveled in it's feel, the lightening coursing across his body, muscle and sinew standing out as he pushed his ki to the limit. With a scream, he trasnformed, going from regular Saiya-Jin to second level Super Saiya-Jin. He could feel the power screaming through his veins, feel it washing over over, consuming as he reveled in it's glory.

Unfortunatly, he wasn't the only one there. Two startled gasps caught his attention and he whirled to see Serverus and Videl staring at him. Videl had managed to land a dentition and Serverus had needed some potions ingrediants from the edge of the forbidden forest, and so he had taken over Videl's detention and they stood there, staring.

"Um. . .," Gohan gave a tiny smile. "It's not. . . well, okay, maybe it is. . ."

"The Delivery Boy!" Videl exclaimed.

"I am not," Gohan protested, floating easily to the ground. "Your Otousan is such a liar!"

"He is not! He's the greatest man alive! He beat--!"

"Cell, I know. Except, he didn't." Gohan let out a derisive snort.

Serverus blinked. Where had the innocent child he knew from class gone? How had he changed his appearance? And what was going on?

They never had a chance to find out. "How dare a mudblood mock me! Avada Kedavra!"

Green light rushed towards Gohan who instinctivly let off a ki blast in retaliation. The acidic green light of the curse broke around him, soaking up the energy he'd thrown at it. Gohan let out a war cry and grabbed both Serverus and Videl and racing to the castle.

"We need to talk to Dumbledore!" Serverus grabbed their arms. "NOW."

"What did I do this time?" Gohan wondered aloud as Serverus drug him and Videl to Dumbledore's office. He paused at the gargoyle trying to remember the password and then drug the two children up the stairs.

"Albus!" Serverus shouted. "I have something important to tell you! Now!"

The headmaster rushed in, immediatly notincing the two first yearstalking quietly to the painting. Fawkes gave an odd sounding screech and launched across the room towards Gohan. Gohan giggled and caught the bird, trilling something happily. The two men stared in shock. "What--what did you do?" Albus finally asked.

"Nothing. I just said hello. Dende taught me. He knows all the languages on earth. Have you ever heard Snake? It's soooo cool! I can't speak it, but Dende does and he says stuff in it sometimes."

"You just--spoke to Fawkes?" Albus stared. Serverus was doubly shocked. Gohan had not only BLOCKED the KILLING CURSE, but had SHOCKED Albus Dumbledore! "And why did you three come racing into my office like something was wrong? I have never known you to over-react, Serverus."

"Voldemort was in the Forbidden Forest, Albus. He was after Gohan. And Gohan just stopped the killing curse."

"That's immpossible, Serverus, and you know that."

"What's the killing curse? And what do you mean I blocked it?" Gohan looked at the other two, and Serverus briefly wondered when his hair had gone from blonde to black.

"That green light," Serverus replied.

"Oh, that." Gohan shrugged.

"Oh, that," had obviously not been what Albus had been expecting. "Oh, that," was for things like a person wearing two different colours of socks, or Hagrid drooling over some very new and extremly dangerous creature. "Oh, that," was not used when a first year student blocked the killing curse.

"What do you mean, 'Oh, that'?!" Serverus demanded. "You just blocked AVADA KEDEVRA! That is not something you just say, 'Oh, that,' too! We all nearly DIED!"

"That was supposed to be a KILLING curse? Oh come on, Professor, my OKASSAN could do better than that! That was the weakest attack I've ever seen! How was something like that supposed to KILL me? And even if it did, don't you people known anything about dragon balls? I'd be back in a week anyway!"

"Gohan, you can't come back from the dead," Serverus sighed. "I wish that wasn't so, but. . . you just can't."

Gohan wore a look of annoyance. "I know that you can't just poof and come back, that's silly. But there are things to BRING you back. Provided, of course, it's within the Dragon's power."

Three blank faces stared at him. "Um. . ." Serverus shook his head.

Gohan sighed. "Now is not the time to explain. I'm not supposed to mention it anyway. If Voldewart goes after them, I'll tell you. Because I will know, I assure you."

"Voldemort, Gohan," Dumbledore chuckled. "Most people in this world won't say his name, and flinch when others do. I'd hate to think what they'd do to hear you do THAT to it."

"He's an ugly fucker, though," Gohan pointed out.

"Language, Mr. Son."

"Sorry, but that oban is one ugly son of a bitch."

"Mr. Son," Serverus gave him a warning look. Gohan chuckled. But shrugged and looked slightly abashed. Videl looked form one to the other, obviously confused.

No one explained what was happening. "I need to know how you blocked that curse, my boy," Albus finally said, steepling his fingers before his face. "There is only one other known to have survived it."

"Does it hurt one's body?" Gohan looked to be deep in thought.

"No, they look like they've gone to sleep. But, no one can say for certian they didn't. No one is entirely sure how the curse works." Serverus shrugged.

"That's not surprising given the way I THINK the curse works," Gohan agreed after a moment more of thought. "It attacks the person's Ki, that is to say their life force, and breaks it down some how. But I overloaded it with my blast because I have such a high concentraition of power. It would never be able to take it all, not with how much I have. The blast I threw must have made it react. . . Dende might know. Or Popo. They could probably help more than I could."

"Attacks the person's ki? What kind of crap is that?" Videl decided to break into the conversation, but she was still confused. "People can't control KI! That's like. . . the earth having three suns!"

"Stranger things have happened," Gohan shrugged. "I've got to write Dende. I have a feeling things are going to get very sticky very soon. Especially if my dream was any indication."

The headmaster frowned at the boy, but nodded all the same. "I would think it is time for you two to go to bed. It is later, after all. Serverus, please escort them to Gryffindor Tower. Then, I think research is in order."

"Of course, Headmaster," Serverus nodded, and the two japanese children bowed slightly before hurrying after the irate potions master.

Gohan just kept his fingers crossed that he was dead wrong about the meaning of his dream.

Voldemort frowned, pondering the situation, and absently swirling the drink he had picked up around in it's glass. Something odd was going on. How did that little boy manage to block Avada Kedevra, and without using a spell?

"Wormtail," He barked out, still annoyed for the thought not occuring to him earlier, "Bring me Rosier."

"Y-y-yes, M-master," Wormtail stuttered out. Voldemort growled, smirking inwardly as he watched the little oaf race towards the fireplace to call the death eater.

Rosier was the best reasearcher they had. In fact, the man was the same one he had looking for ways for Voldemort to achieve immortality. Oh yes, Voldemort nearly cackled, this would be good indeed.

A sharp face appeared in the fire, thin and sallow with a receeding hair-line, heavy brows, and a sharp nose. A face not even a mother could love, Voldemort had long ago decided. The man was ugly. But he did good work so Voldemort couldn't eliminate him just yet. That would come later, after he ruled the Earth and had everyone under his command.

"I have found something for you, Milord," The man said, beofre Voldemort could even open his mouth.

"Oh?" Voldemort leaned foward slightly.

"There is an old Japanese legend about these objects called. . . dragon balls. You must collect seven of them, and then a dragon will come forth and grant you a wish. Any wish at all, as long as it's in the Dragon's power. Apparently, however, this legend has more than a little base in fact. The legend, it seems, it completely true."

"Is that so?" Voldemort hummed, allowing a small smirk to play across his features. "And how do we find these. . . Dragon Balls?"

"When they are gathered together, they take a year to recharge, and from what I've managed to get a hold of, they were used within the last year, but next May or so, they should be ready to use. There is a company in Japan that has something called a Dragon Radar. My brother said that the head of this company is Muggle, but her husband may be magical. We might be able to talk him around."

"Interesting. Now, I need information on one Gohan Son."

"Of course, Milord. Anything else, Master?"

"Yes. Tell McNair that he better find a better way to control those dream demons. It seems that the light side has connections in high places. My informant tells me they actually have the Hellmasters guarding their dreams. Some one in that castle is important to a higher-up, and I don't mean a mortal one, and I want to know who!"

"Yes, milord. I shall do so right away."

"Good."

What Vegita had been expecting to happen that day was his normal routine. Spend time ALONE in the gravity room, go talk to his mate over breakfast, begin to teach Trunks the finer art of fighting WITHOUT his mate finding out, then play with him for a time, go back to training for another hour or so while the brat's grandparents were over, the go visit his mate, then eat, then shower. . . do some "other activities", then go to sleep.

What he HADN'T expected, was for two men in black robes and white skull-like masks to come banging on his door. In fact, he hadn't even been expecting company, but when one's mate ran capsule coperation, unexpected company wasn't exactly unexpected.

"What?" Vegita demanded, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed.

"What do you know about the magical world, Mr. Briefs?" One of the asked, voice silky and smooth.

"Enough to know that you are part of it," Vegita snapped. "Now, what do you want? You have intrupeted my training."

"We need the Dragon Balls," The second explained.

Black eyes narrowed. "What for?" No one came to their door asking for the Dragon Balls. And even if they did, they weren't likely to get what they wanted anyway. Kakarotto's brat still had the four star, Dende kept the seven star, Piccolo had managed to get a hold of the two star, and Vegita himself had a hold on the five. They weren't likely to get them without good reason.

"We need to wish for something."

They were met with a look of annoyance. "That much, I think, is quite obvious. What are you going to wish for?"

"We need to bring some one back to life," The second broke in after a pause.

"Stop lying to me," Vegita growled. "I can smell it. Now, what do you really want them for?"

"Our master desires immortality."

"Good for him. Get out."

"If you don't give us what we want, we'll go after your wife."

"If you go after my wife, not only will she not be harmed, I will invent a very painful death for you. And then, after I have slowly tortured you to death, a. . . comrade of mine that has high connnections, will ensure a painful eternity in hell for attempting to hurt one of his best friends."

"Avada Kedevra."

Vegita met the curse with a ki blast, and reduced the curse to a harmless light and the caster to dust. His friend gulped and apparated away before Vegita could threaten him with the same fate. And then carry it out. It was rather dissappointing for the Saiya-Jin prince.

Vegita then turned to the phone to call his mate. Then he called the others. Something very fishy was going on and he wanted to know what.

(A/N) Erm. . . I meant to get this up a week ago, actaully. Then my internet died. So it wasn't really my fualt you had to wait, honest! dodges nasty rotten vegitables hey! Watch it! You might give me amnesia and make me forget my plot!

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