Harry Potter and the Saiya-Jins Power
Part Seven
Dragon Balls and Demons
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John, the visionary: It's not often I get such a long review! I have indeed read book 5. Several times, in fact. But not everything that occors in book five will happen here. And I added the glare scene. If fit in very well in another part that happens this chapter!
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Gohan sighed and re-read the letter Vegita had sent him. These Death Eaters seemed to be a more serious enemy than he had thought. Vegita already knew about the dream demons and the masters of hell, Gohan had told Dende, and he had informed the others. Now, the half Saiya-Jin knew he had no choice. He had to tell Dumbledore about the Dragon Balls.
Which was why he was standing outside the entrance to the headmaster's office, wondering what on earth he was doing. The gargoyle, staring at him blankly, was irritating him, but there was no way he could remember the password, so he would just have to wait. Of course. . . he COULD just threaten the thing. A smirk crossed his features and he formed a ki blast on one hand. "If you don't move, I shall turn you to dust," Gohan smiled a little to happily for the Gargoyle's comfort, but the hunk of stone was--to Gohan's disappointment--saved when Dumbledore walked down the stairs escorting some wizarding official in a pinstripe robe.
He quickly dispersed the ball of ki, hiding his hands behind his back, and glanced at the man with veiled curiosity. "What was that?" He asked, as the other wizard walked away.
Dumbledore jumped in surprise. "Gohan!"
"Hello, sir," Gohan bowed slightly. "I'm sorry for coming so suddenly, but I have a matter of the utmost importance to speak to you about."
"Sure, just come with me to my office." Dumbledore waved him up the stairs. Gohan rushed in and glanced around, trilling a soft greeting to Fawkes before turning back to the headmaster.
"This could take some time," Gohan looked a little embarrassed. "And it concerns the dark wizard that's been terrorizing the country lately. Voldemort, right?"
"Yes," Dumbledore sat down, looking at the child with a slight smile on his face. "Would you care for some tea, then?"
"Yes, please, sir." Gohan agreed, getting his thoughts in order.
Dumbledore called one of the house elves, and, with a sharp crack, tea appeared on the headmaster's desk. Gohan looked surprised for a moment, then smiled at the headmaster as the older man poured them both some tea. "Now, my boy, what's on your mind?"
"Well. . . What do you know about aliens?" Gohan wrung his hands together nervously.
"We've had several encounters over the past few years, haven't we?" Dumbledore asked. "Of course, they've all been located in Japan. But what does that have to do with you?"
"I'm not. . . human. Well, not entirely. I'm half human."
The headmaster blinked. "Half? What is the other half?"
"Those aliens that came to visit earth about five years ago? They were after my Otousama and I. He's a full blooded Saiya-Jin, and I'm a half blood. My mother is human. One of them, Vegita, who is the prince, is still around, married to my Otousama's best friend, Bulma. He was visited the other day be wizards in masks. He described them as Death Eaters. They were after the Dragon Balls."
"What are Dragon Balls?" Dumbledore steepled his hands together before his face.
"There are seven of them," Gohan explained. "When you gather them together, you can make three wishes, as long as it's within the Dragon's power. You can wish for nearly anything. Strength, love, power. . . immortality."
"And Voldemort is after these legendary Dragon Balls because of this," Dumbledore frowned. "What is the odds that he will succeed?"
"At this point? Not high. Bulma's the only one with a way to find them, and Vegita said they aren't giving that away, not to mention the fact that four of them are already found and in one of the Z-senshi's protection. In fact, I have the four star here."
At Dumbledore's blank look, Gohan added, "Each ball has a different number of stars ranging from one to seven. I have to ball with four stars."
"Who has the others?"
"Vegita has the five star, Piccolo has the two, Dende's watching the seven star, and I, like I said, have the four star."
"Can all of these people protect themselves and the balls?"
"Aa. Vegita's sent out a warning already for them, and since none of them are human, Dende and Piccolo are Namek-Jins, and Vegita is the other Saiya-Jin."
Dumbledore sighed. "This complicates things," He rubbed his temples. "What are you doing with one of these legendary things?"
"It was my Otousama's. A legacy, I suppose you could say. But there's more to it. Voldemort has been summoning Dream Demons. My uncle--one of the Saiya-Jins that attacked me--is one of the gatekeepers in hell. The Saiya-Jins work as the Keepers of Hell, the king, Vegita's father, is the Lord of Hell. They've been protecting our dreams so far, but Radditsu–my uncle–says that Voldemort is calling the Demons so that he can use them to attack the castle. Wear us out, then attack when we can't defend."
"What is allowing this?"
"That's what I don't know. I've written Dende, but so far he hasn't replied."
"Could he be in danger?"
"No, no. Dende is the Guardian of Earth. If Voldemort can reach him without invitation, then we have no hope. But Dende will have to invite him, eventually. It's the rules." Dumbledore offered the child a slightly blank look, but nodded for the child to continue. "Dende should get back to me soon, though. Until then. . . we shall have to wait."
"Thank you Gohan. But I do have several questions."
"Like everyone else, Headmaster. And while I will answer them truthfully, I can't honestly say that I can answer all of them. Some things are better left to surprise."
"Very well. But I would like to know why you sound so resigned to this war, Gohan. You are a first year, and you are not required to fight."
"Headmaster--" Gohan cut himself off, eyes growing sad. "It is in a Saiya-Jin's nature to fight. We live for battle. And I, even more that most, feel the responsibility to protect this planet. I had to fight against Cell, Vegita, Nappa, and Radditsu. You must understand that I HAVE to fight. It has nothing to do with whether or not you are forcing me. I took an oath, to Dende, to my family, to my friends, that I would fight and die to protect this planet. And I will do it here as well."
Albus knew he was old, but this child was too. Not that he really could be called a child any longer, Albus supposed. The aging headmaster sighed. The boy was right. He had a promise to keep.
"--Can't keep this from Harry much longer, either." Gohan had added. "It's his destiny."
"I was hoping to allow him to keep some part of his childhood," Dumbledore shook his head.
"Headmaster--as much as I wish that could be--I think that it is already far to late for that. Harry needs to know before he makes mistakes. So he doesn't make a mistake like mine. Something that truly can't be fixed." Black eyes turned teary.
"What did you do, Gohan?"
"What do you know about Son Goku?" Gohan finally asked. "He was my hero. My best friend. My father. We were always together, training, playing, just. . . together. He was my favorite person in the whole world. But he was a fighter. Saiya-Jin blood ran through his veins. And he pain for my mistake. With his blood."
The headmaster looked at the boy, truly LOOKED, for the first time. He didn't see an eleven year old now. Now he saw an ageless warrior, one of those rare people that was just born with the ability to fight. Harry was one of those, but he had not yet mastered the skills. Now, it seemed that he would have too. Albus sighed again. "Thank you for the information, Gohan. I will tell those that fight with me about it."
"Thank you, Headmaster. But--remember--you have to train Harry too. He's the biggest target, and something may happen that he will regret, no, that BOTH of you will regret if he doesn't receive the proper training."
"I will keep that in mind, Gohan. But now, it grows late. Go to bed, child."
"Yes, headmaster," Gohan bowed and left, a trail of energy crackling behind him.
Albus looked on, eyes sad. "What kind of world did you live in, Gohan, that make you grow so old so quickly?" But Gohan, who was already down the stairs and in the hall, didn't reply.
Harry sighed, glad his detention with Umbridge was over. His hand, still dripping with blood, hurt something terrible, and he hoped desperately that it wouldn't get infected. "Harry?" Gohan nearly ran him over. He paused, then sniffed the air. Blood. "What happened? Did you get into a fight?"
"What?" Harry looked at the first year in surprise. "No! What makes you think that?"
"I smell blood," Gohan told him, offering a crooked smiled. "And it's your's. So I thought you were in a fight. With that Malfoy boy."
"No, I had a detention with Professor Umbridge. What are you doing out so late, kid?" Harry glanced at the small eleven year old and hid a smile, wondering if he'd ever really been that short. The boy glared at the teenager, scowling slightly.
"I had to talk to the headmaster and--what happened to your hand?"
"Umbridge." Harry replied shortly. "Don't worry about it."
"No, no! Here!" Gohan dug in a little pouch on his side and pulled out what appeared to be a small bean. He broke it in half and handed it to Harry. "Eat this. It'll help."
"What is it?" Harry eyed the bean suspiciously.
"It's a Sensu Bean," Gohan smiled. "A friend of ours, Korrin, grows them. He sent me the latest batch with Vegita's letter so I could use them when I train. Sometimes I accidently hurt myself or something around me. They heal any injury, though they can't bring back the dead."
"Always a good thing to know. Why did you break it in half?"
"Conservation. You didn't need a whole one, you aren't that badly hurt, but a quarter of a bean just won't work. We've tried. You've got to eat at least half. And if your hand keeps bleeding like that, you'll be in trouble. Humans just don't have a lot of blood to throw around. So eat the bloody thing already!"
"Yes sir, Gohan, sir!' Harry laughed slightly, and Gohan did as well. He popped the bean in his mouth, crunching down on it. It was fairly tasteless, which surprised him slightly. Then, he looked at his fully healed hand and grinned. "You said this would cure everything?" He was suddenly somber.
"I don't know about EVERYTHING," Gohan admitted. "Anything physical that we can see, yes. Why?"
"I have a friend that has Lycanthropy, and we've been looking for a cure. I was just wondering if it would work."
"Dende might know, and Korrin surely would. I'll have to ask." Gohan smiled and shrugged. "We could always feed it to him and see what happens."
"No!" Harry looked horrified. "What if you killed him?"
"We'd wish him back," Gohan looked unconcerned. Harry gaped at him and shook his head. Gohan shrugged. Harry didn't understand, yet. But Gohan would have to explain it sometime. He would do so after Dumbledore began to train the teen. Which would, hopefully, be sometime very soon.
The next day found Gohan and Videl in the library, curled up with books and trying to do their potions homework. It wasn't due until the next week, but Gohan didn't really want to leave it until last minute, just in case something came up. Gohan sniffed the air and shot straight up, eyes growing wide.
"What on earth?" He excused himself to Videl, and slipped slowly through the rows of books. The smell was growing stronger and stronger. A wolf? Gohan blinked as he recognized the scent, and kept creeping slowly forward.
A man was standing next to one of the bookshelves, a large book weighing heavily in his hands. He was small, maybe five feet, five inches, with graying brown hair and gray eyes ringed with gold. Gohan sniffed again, noting that the man also had a thin frame, and patched robes. He appeared to be very poor. But his scent was what intrigued Gohan the most.
"Why do you smell like a wolf?" Gohan asked.
The man jumped, startled. "Who are you?" He put on hand over his heart, as though to slow its racing. He was bony, Gohan noted, as though he had not had a decent meal in a time.
"Watashi wa Son Gohan desu," The boy bowed slightly. "Who are you? And why do you smell like wolf?"
"I'm Remus Lupin. I'm helping the Headmaster with something. What are you doing, sneaking up on people like that?"
"Why do you smell like wolf?" Gohan demanded.
"I'm a werewolf," Remus finally said. "Are you happy, now? You can run away screaming as soon as you like."
"What's wrong with being a werewolf?" Gohan blinked. "Do wizards have some weird obsession with people that are different? Hagrid scares people too."
"He has an excuse," Remus muttered. "I suppose my answers don't suit you. Fine, then. Come with me, and you may ask the headmaster."
Gohan grumbled something in reply, but followed the man along anyway. He was getting tired of visiting the Headmaster about EVERYTHING! He wasn't a child. Okay, maybe his AGE was that of a child, but his MIND was not! He tagged along next to the tired-looking man, glancing over at him every few seconds and sniffing him discreetly. This had to be Harry's friend--the Lycanthrope. No surprising, he supposed, but how did it all work?
The walk to the Headmaster's office was quiet, with Remus refusing to say anything to the confused youngster. They were almost there when they ran into Snape. And for Gohan's part, it was quite literal. "Sorry, sir!" Gohan rose to his feet, blushing a bright red while Remus laughed.
Serverus glared at the boy, his darkest and nastiest glare. He had just returned from a Death Eater meeting, and his meeting with the Headmaster, and he hurt all over from the cruciatus curse. And NOW this BOY had the nerve to run into him!
Gohan blinked innocently, then smiled. "You know, you're not half as scary as everyone says. You're glare isn't THAT bad! I mean, VEGITA'S is lots worse. See?" Gohan did a fair impression of Vegita's glare-of-sudden-and-painful-demise as opposed to Snape's glare-of-certain-doom.
Remus laughed and shook his head. "I think Gohan won that round, Serverus." His eyes glittered, and Serverus would have pouted if he hadn't been in the company of a student and a rival. As it was, he school his face expressionless, and rose to his feet, dusting his robes off and retreated to his rooms.
Gohan tilted his head slightly, staring at the retreated figure, then shook his head. "He's strange," Gohan commented. Remus just shook his head a second time and lead the eleven year old to the Headmaster's office.
"Remus! how is your research going and--Gohan? What are you doing here?"
"He smells like a wolf," Gohan grumbled. "And he says he's a werewolf, then he told me I was allowed to run away screaming, and THEN he told me we were coming here because I asked him about werewolves."
Dumbledore laughed at the boy. Gohan had been acting like an adult the night before, but now he was truly acting his age. "Many magic users are afraid of werewolves, Gohan," Dumbledore explained. "And most people cannot sniff out a werewolf. We don't have heightened senses like you do.
"Remus, this is the boy that told me about the Dragon Balls."
Remus's eyes grew wide, and he whipped out parchment, a quill, and ink. "Tell me EVERYTHING you know about them?" He asked, nearly drooling at the thought of getting more information.
Gohan began to laugh, shaking his head. "You need to ask Piccolo for that. I don't know a lot about them. I wasn't even thought about when they were created."
Remus sighed, biting his lip. "That's the problem. There is next to no information on them ANYWHERE! I've found them mentioned a few times, described as powerful objects, and they've been described, but there is no mention of what they are truly capable of!"
"What they're capable of? Nearly anything. It just has to be in the Dragon's power. His name, by the way, is Shenlong. But most everyone calls him the eternal dragon."
Remus was writing furiously, and looking rather delighted, then looked to the Headmaster. "What are we going to do about Voldemort going after then?"
"Gohan says that it's not very likely he can get his hands on them all, and call the dragon. Gohan has the four star here, and a few of his friends keep some of the others with them. In fact, one of them has had the Death Eaters pay him a visit already. They tried to kill him, but he ended up turning them into little more than ash particles."
"WHAT? But--the killing curse--"
"Doesn't work on Vegita. Or me. Or a lot of my friends." Gohan grinned. "We're too powerful. We can make the curse backfire. I think it has something to do with our ki, because from what Headmaster Dumbledore has said, it separates or takes the ki--which is our life force--form the body somehow. A decently powered blast deflects the curse, and anything Vegita's likely to be using will kill the caster as well. And probably anyone with about a hundred feet of him too."
Dumbledore shook his head. "That's good news. And Serverus told me that the Dark Lord is upset. He's been punishing all of his Death Eaters for not finding anything about the Dragon Balls."
"That's why Professor Snape was in such a bad mood! Oh, now I feel bad. He glared at me, and I told him his glare was horrid!" Gohan hit himself in the head. "I'm such a baka!"
Remus laughed. "You should have seen the kid, Albus! He glared back at him too. Told him that he didn't do it right! Nearly wet myself, it was that scary, but it was so funny!"
Gohan pouted. "I was just showing him Vegita-san's glare. He doesn't have to be upset. I have to go apologize! I feel just awful! Oh, and Headmaster? Harry and I think there may be a way to cure lycanthropy. Have these Sensu beans that Korrin grows, and they're supposed to heal anything physical. I've written him and we're going to see if they can fix that, too! Of course, if not, we'll just call the Dragon and wish it away."
Dumbledore stared at the boy, and Remus knew that his mouth had long since unhinged. "I'm going to go see Professor Snape now! Bai bai!" And then the little half Saiya-Jin was gone.
Dumbledore managed to over come his shock after several moments. "Well," He commented, "that was interesting."
Remus offered him an incredulous look. The headmaster had no idea.
(A/N) Sorry about the wait. I was having trouble with the last part. Gohan took a vacation and Remus. . . well. . . he's just being irritating.
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Part Seven
Dragon Balls and Demons
Disclaimer: No ownies!!!
John, the visionary: It's not often I get such a long review! I have indeed read book 5. Several times, in fact. But not everything that occors in book five will happen here. And I added the glare scene. If fit in very well in another part that happens this chapter!
SS2 Megami-sama: Eh. . . well. . . is this one here good?
Omi-Tak: You insult me? scrtaches head if you do, don't worry about it. I may rant, but my memory isn't very good and I don't remember being insulted a few minutes later. Hee hee!
Liaranna: I'm glad I was good for something! I would really like to read it if you'd let me!
RyukoVulpix: I considered that, but no, it's not going to be. Ki and Magic are going to be different, however they can work very much together. PLOT HINT!
Phoenix: The tail will be explained in due time. No one knows he has one, yet!
To everyone else: Thanks for the reviews! Now, without further ado. . .
ENJOY!
Gohan sighed and re-read the letter Vegita had sent him. These Death Eaters seemed to be a more serious enemy than he had thought. Vegita already knew about the dream demons and the masters of hell, Gohan had told Dende, and he had informed the others. Now, the half Saiya-Jin knew he had no choice. He had to tell Dumbledore about the Dragon Balls.
Which was why he was standing outside the entrance to the headmaster's office, wondering what on earth he was doing. The gargoyle, staring at him blankly, was irritating him, but there was no way he could remember the password, so he would just have to wait. Of course. . . he COULD just threaten the thing. A smirk crossed his features and he formed a ki blast on one hand. "If you don't move, I shall turn you to dust," Gohan smiled a little to happily for the Gargoyle's comfort, but the hunk of stone was--to Gohan's disappointment--saved when Dumbledore walked down the stairs escorting some wizarding official in a pinstripe robe.
He quickly dispersed the ball of ki, hiding his hands behind his back, and glanced at the man with veiled curiosity. "What was that?" He asked, as the other wizard walked away.
Dumbledore jumped in surprise. "Gohan!"
"Hello, sir," Gohan bowed slightly. "I'm sorry for coming so suddenly, but I have a matter of the utmost importance to speak to you about."
"Sure, just come with me to my office." Dumbledore waved him up the stairs. Gohan rushed in and glanced around, trilling a soft greeting to Fawkes before turning back to the headmaster.
"This could take some time," Gohan looked a little embarrassed. "And it concerns the dark wizard that's been terrorizing the country lately. Voldemort, right?"
"Yes," Dumbledore sat down, looking at the child with a slight smile on his face. "Would you care for some tea, then?"
"Yes, please, sir." Gohan agreed, getting his thoughts in order.
Dumbledore called one of the house elves, and, with a sharp crack, tea appeared on the headmaster's desk. Gohan looked surprised for a moment, then smiled at the headmaster as the older man poured them both some tea. "Now, my boy, what's on your mind?"
"Well. . . What do you know about aliens?" Gohan wrung his hands together nervously.
"We've had several encounters over the past few years, haven't we?" Dumbledore asked. "Of course, they've all been located in Japan. But what does that have to do with you?"
"I'm not. . . human. Well, not entirely. I'm half human."
The headmaster blinked. "Half? What is the other half?"
"Those aliens that came to visit earth about five years ago? They were after my Otousama and I. He's a full blooded Saiya-Jin, and I'm a half blood. My mother is human. One of them, Vegita, who is the prince, is still around, married to my Otousama's best friend, Bulma. He was visited the other day be wizards in masks. He described them as Death Eaters. They were after the Dragon Balls."
"What are Dragon Balls?" Dumbledore steepled his hands together before his face.
"There are seven of them," Gohan explained. "When you gather them together, you can make three wishes, as long as it's within the Dragon's power. You can wish for nearly anything. Strength, love, power. . . immortality."
"And Voldemort is after these legendary Dragon Balls because of this," Dumbledore frowned. "What is the odds that he will succeed?"
"At this point? Not high. Bulma's the only one with a way to find them, and Vegita said they aren't giving that away, not to mention the fact that four of them are already found and in one of the Z-senshi's protection. In fact, I have the four star here."
At Dumbledore's blank look, Gohan added, "Each ball has a different number of stars ranging from one to seven. I have to ball with four stars."
"Who has the others?"
"Vegita has the five star, Piccolo has the two, Dende's watching the seven star, and I, like I said, have the four star."
"Can all of these people protect themselves and the balls?"
"Aa. Vegita's sent out a warning already for them, and since none of them are human, Dende and Piccolo are Namek-Jins, and Vegita is the other Saiya-Jin."
Dumbledore sighed. "This complicates things," He rubbed his temples. "What are you doing with one of these legendary things?"
"It was my Otousama's. A legacy, I suppose you could say. But there's more to it. Voldemort has been summoning Dream Demons. My uncle--one of the Saiya-Jins that attacked me--is one of the gatekeepers in hell. The Saiya-Jins work as the Keepers of Hell, the king, Vegita's father, is the Lord of Hell. They've been protecting our dreams so far, but Radditsu–my uncle–says that Voldemort is calling the Demons so that he can use them to attack the castle. Wear us out, then attack when we can't defend."
"What is allowing this?"
"That's what I don't know. I've written Dende, but so far he hasn't replied."
"Could he be in danger?"
"No, no. Dende is the Guardian of Earth. If Voldemort can reach him without invitation, then we have no hope. But Dende will have to invite him, eventually. It's the rules." Dumbledore offered the child a slightly blank look, but nodded for the child to continue. "Dende should get back to me soon, though. Until then. . . we shall have to wait."
"Thank you Gohan. But I do have several questions."
"Like everyone else, Headmaster. And while I will answer them truthfully, I can't honestly say that I can answer all of them. Some things are better left to surprise."
"Very well. But I would like to know why you sound so resigned to this war, Gohan. You are a first year, and you are not required to fight."
"Headmaster--" Gohan cut himself off, eyes growing sad. "It is in a Saiya-Jin's nature to fight. We live for battle. And I, even more that most, feel the responsibility to protect this planet. I had to fight against Cell, Vegita, Nappa, and Radditsu. You must understand that I HAVE to fight. It has nothing to do with whether or not you are forcing me. I took an oath, to Dende, to my family, to my friends, that I would fight and die to protect this planet. And I will do it here as well."
Albus knew he was old, but this child was too. Not that he really could be called a child any longer, Albus supposed. The aging headmaster sighed. The boy was right. He had a promise to keep.
"--Can't keep this from Harry much longer, either." Gohan had added. "It's his destiny."
"I was hoping to allow him to keep some part of his childhood," Dumbledore shook his head.
"Headmaster--as much as I wish that could be--I think that it is already far to late for that. Harry needs to know before he makes mistakes. So he doesn't make a mistake like mine. Something that truly can't be fixed." Black eyes turned teary.
"What did you do, Gohan?"
"What do you know about Son Goku?" Gohan finally asked. "He was my hero. My best friend. My father. We were always together, training, playing, just. . . together. He was my favorite person in the whole world. But he was a fighter. Saiya-Jin blood ran through his veins. And he pain for my mistake. With his blood."
The headmaster looked at the boy, truly LOOKED, for the first time. He didn't see an eleven year old now. Now he saw an ageless warrior, one of those rare people that was just born with the ability to fight. Harry was one of those, but he had not yet mastered the skills. Now, it seemed that he would have too. Albus sighed again. "Thank you for the information, Gohan. I will tell those that fight with me about it."
"Thank you, Headmaster. But--remember--you have to train Harry too. He's the biggest target, and something may happen that he will regret, no, that BOTH of you will regret if he doesn't receive the proper training."
"I will keep that in mind, Gohan. But now, it grows late. Go to bed, child."
"Yes, headmaster," Gohan bowed and left, a trail of energy crackling behind him.
Albus looked on, eyes sad. "What kind of world did you live in, Gohan, that make you grow so old so quickly?" But Gohan, who was already down the stairs and in the hall, didn't reply.
Harry sighed, glad his detention with Umbridge was over. His hand, still dripping with blood, hurt something terrible, and he hoped desperately that it wouldn't get infected. "Harry?" Gohan nearly ran him over. He paused, then sniffed the air. Blood. "What happened? Did you get into a fight?"
"What?" Harry looked at the first year in surprise. "No! What makes you think that?"
"I smell blood," Gohan told him, offering a crooked smiled. "And it's your's. So I thought you were in a fight. With that Malfoy boy."
"No, I had a detention with Professor Umbridge. What are you doing out so late, kid?" Harry glanced at the small eleven year old and hid a smile, wondering if he'd ever really been that short. The boy glared at the teenager, scowling slightly.
"I had to talk to the headmaster and--what happened to your hand?"
"Umbridge." Harry replied shortly. "Don't worry about it."
"No, no! Here!" Gohan dug in a little pouch on his side and pulled out what appeared to be a small bean. He broke it in half and handed it to Harry. "Eat this. It'll help."
"What is it?" Harry eyed the bean suspiciously.
"It's a Sensu Bean," Gohan smiled. "A friend of ours, Korrin, grows them. He sent me the latest batch with Vegita's letter so I could use them when I train. Sometimes I accidently hurt myself or something around me. They heal any injury, though they can't bring back the dead."
"Always a good thing to know. Why did you break it in half?"
"Conservation. You didn't need a whole one, you aren't that badly hurt, but a quarter of a bean just won't work. We've tried. You've got to eat at least half. And if your hand keeps bleeding like that, you'll be in trouble. Humans just don't have a lot of blood to throw around. So eat the bloody thing already!"
"Yes sir, Gohan, sir!' Harry laughed slightly, and Gohan did as well. He popped the bean in his mouth, crunching down on it. It was fairly tasteless, which surprised him slightly. Then, he looked at his fully healed hand and grinned. "You said this would cure everything?" He was suddenly somber.
"I don't know about EVERYTHING," Gohan admitted. "Anything physical that we can see, yes. Why?"
"I have a friend that has Lycanthropy, and we've been looking for a cure. I was just wondering if it would work."
"Dende might know, and Korrin surely would. I'll have to ask." Gohan smiled and shrugged. "We could always feed it to him and see what happens."
"No!" Harry looked horrified. "What if you killed him?"
"We'd wish him back," Gohan looked unconcerned. Harry gaped at him and shook his head. Gohan shrugged. Harry didn't understand, yet. But Gohan would have to explain it sometime. He would do so after Dumbledore began to train the teen. Which would, hopefully, be sometime very soon.
The next day found Gohan and Videl in the library, curled up with books and trying to do their potions homework. It wasn't due until the next week, but Gohan didn't really want to leave it until last minute, just in case something came up. Gohan sniffed the air and shot straight up, eyes growing wide.
"What on earth?" He excused himself to Videl, and slipped slowly through the rows of books. The smell was growing stronger and stronger. A wolf? Gohan blinked as he recognized the scent, and kept creeping slowly forward.
A man was standing next to one of the bookshelves, a large book weighing heavily in his hands. He was small, maybe five feet, five inches, with graying brown hair and gray eyes ringed with gold. Gohan sniffed again, noting that the man also had a thin frame, and patched robes. He appeared to be very poor. But his scent was what intrigued Gohan the most.
"Why do you smell like a wolf?" Gohan asked.
The man jumped, startled. "Who are you?" He put on hand over his heart, as though to slow its racing. He was bony, Gohan noted, as though he had not had a decent meal in a time.
"Watashi wa Son Gohan desu," The boy bowed slightly. "Who are you? And why do you smell like wolf?"
"I'm Remus Lupin. I'm helping the Headmaster with something. What are you doing, sneaking up on people like that?"
"Why do you smell like wolf?" Gohan demanded.
"I'm a werewolf," Remus finally said. "Are you happy, now? You can run away screaming as soon as you like."
"What's wrong with being a werewolf?" Gohan blinked. "Do wizards have some weird obsession with people that are different? Hagrid scares people too."
"He has an excuse," Remus muttered. "I suppose my answers don't suit you. Fine, then. Come with me, and you may ask the headmaster."
Gohan grumbled something in reply, but followed the man along anyway. He was getting tired of visiting the Headmaster about EVERYTHING! He wasn't a child. Okay, maybe his AGE was that of a child, but his MIND was not! He tagged along next to the tired-looking man, glancing over at him every few seconds and sniffing him discreetly. This had to be Harry's friend--the Lycanthrope. No surprising, he supposed, but how did it all work?
The walk to the Headmaster's office was quiet, with Remus refusing to say anything to the confused youngster. They were almost there when they ran into Snape. And for Gohan's part, it was quite literal. "Sorry, sir!" Gohan rose to his feet, blushing a bright red while Remus laughed.
Serverus glared at the boy, his darkest and nastiest glare. He had just returned from a Death Eater meeting, and his meeting with the Headmaster, and he hurt all over from the cruciatus curse. And NOW this BOY had the nerve to run into him!
Gohan blinked innocently, then smiled. "You know, you're not half as scary as everyone says. You're glare isn't THAT bad! I mean, VEGITA'S is lots worse. See?" Gohan did a fair impression of Vegita's glare-of-sudden-and-painful-demise as opposed to Snape's glare-of-certain-doom.
Remus laughed and shook his head. "I think Gohan won that round, Serverus." His eyes glittered, and Serverus would have pouted if he hadn't been in the company of a student and a rival. As it was, he school his face expressionless, and rose to his feet, dusting his robes off and retreated to his rooms.
Gohan tilted his head slightly, staring at the retreated figure, then shook his head. "He's strange," Gohan commented. Remus just shook his head a second time and lead the eleven year old to the Headmaster's office.
"Remus! how is your research going and--Gohan? What are you doing here?"
"He smells like a wolf," Gohan grumbled. "And he says he's a werewolf, then he told me I was allowed to run away screaming, and THEN he told me we were coming here because I asked him about werewolves."
Dumbledore laughed at the boy. Gohan had been acting like an adult the night before, but now he was truly acting his age. "Many magic users are afraid of werewolves, Gohan," Dumbledore explained. "And most people cannot sniff out a werewolf. We don't have heightened senses like you do.
"Remus, this is the boy that told me about the Dragon Balls."
Remus's eyes grew wide, and he whipped out parchment, a quill, and ink. "Tell me EVERYTHING you know about them?" He asked, nearly drooling at the thought of getting more information.
Gohan began to laugh, shaking his head. "You need to ask Piccolo for that. I don't know a lot about them. I wasn't even thought about when they were created."
Remus sighed, biting his lip. "That's the problem. There is next to no information on them ANYWHERE! I've found them mentioned a few times, described as powerful objects, and they've been described, but there is no mention of what they are truly capable of!"
"What they're capable of? Nearly anything. It just has to be in the Dragon's power. His name, by the way, is Shenlong. But most everyone calls him the eternal dragon."
Remus was writing furiously, and looking rather delighted, then looked to the Headmaster. "What are we going to do about Voldemort going after then?"
"Gohan says that it's not very likely he can get his hands on them all, and call the dragon. Gohan has the four star here, and a few of his friends keep some of the others with them. In fact, one of them has had the Death Eaters pay him a visit already. They tried to kill him, but he ended up turning them into little more than ash particles."
"WHAT? But--the killing curse--"
"Doesn't work on Vegita. Or me. Or a lot of my friends." Gohan grinned. "We're too powerful. We can make the curse backfire. I think it has something to do with our ki, because from what Headmaster Dumbledore has said, it separates or takes the ki--which is our life force--form the body somehow. A decently powered blast deflects the curse, and anything Vegita's likely to be using will kill the caster as well. And probably anyone with about a hundred feet of him too."
Dumbledore shook his head. "That's good news. And Serverus told me that the Dark Lord is upset. He's been punishing all of his Death Eaters for not finding anything about the Dragon Balls."
"That's why Professor Snape was in such a bad mood! Oh, now I feel bad. He glared at me, and I told him his glare was horrid!" Gohan hit himself in the head. "I'm such a baka!"
Remus laughed. "You should have seen the kid, Albus! He glared back at him too. Told him that he didn't do it right! Nearly wet myself, it was that scary, but it was so funny!"
Gohan pouted. "I was just showing him Vegita-san's glare. He doesn't have to be upset. I have to go apologize! I feel just awful! Oh, and Headmaster? Harry and I think there may be a way to cure lycanthropy. Have these Sensu beans that Korrin grows, and they're supposed to heal anything physical. I've written him and we're going to see if they can fix that, too! Of course, if not, we'll just call the Dragon and wish it away."
Dumbledore stared at the boy, and Remus knew that his mouth had long since unhinged. "I'm going to go see Professor Snape now! Bai bai!" And then the little half Saiya-Jin was gone.
Dumbledore managed to over come his shock after several moments. "Well," He commented, "that was interesting."
Remus offered him an incredulous look. The headmaster had no idea.
(A/N) Sorry about the wait. I was having trouble with the last part. Gohan took a vacation and Remus. . . well. . . he's just being irritating.
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