DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story besides the illustrious and quite insane Dnomyar! All hail the great Dnomyar! Why are you not hailing? Fine then, be that way!
Capsule Corporation, Mexico June 8th 2:23 P.M.
"Pan, could you please wait outside! He'll train with you when he's able! Okay then, Trunks, hand me the Ki Generator. Thanks. Now… okay, pull the switch…. Damn! Okay Trunks, hold him down while I get his blood!", demanded Bulma. She was currently testing the boy that Vegeta had brought all the way from a town called London.
"Hurry mom! He's struggling too much! I thought the humans here were weak!", cried out Trunks as he struggled to maintain a grip on the thrashing boy.
"Well, he might not be from this world. That would explain his abnormal ki.", replied the distracted Bulma. "There! You can let him go now Trunks. All right, let's just see what this boy is made of."
Trunks let the boy drop down onto the bed and went over to the computer Bulma was currently working on. He watched as she brought up numerous screens with the usual binary code. He watched fascinated as his mother did the things that took him years to learn were executed with absolute ease.
"There! Wow, this is interesting… Trunks, see that bit there?", asked Bulma, pointing to a portion of the code. Trunks read it and gasped in surprise. "Amazing. Huh?", muttered Bulma happily.
"More than amazing! I never thought I'd see it! Evolution in action!", whispered Trunks, still in awe.
Bulma snorted and retorted, "And what about you, mister? I shouldn't have to remind you that you are also the effect of evolution."
"But still!", Trunks insisted, blushing about his mother's point.
"Yeah, I know, its amazing! I never did get to completely study you, you know.", muttered Bulma as she brought up some more screens and read them.
"What's that supposed to mean?", Trunks demanded.
"Exactly what I told you.", replied Bulma, trying to reason out the mathematic equations on the screen.
"Yeah, I get that, but- Hey mom, that answer should be five-thousand, six-hundred, and twenty-three. I just don't understand why you'd want to study your son!", insisted Trunks, starting to feel very annoyed.
"Actually, Trunks, my answer was right, the five went before the eight. Anyway, I was only joking with you. I studied Goten.", muttered Bulma typing furiously.
"Wha…?", replied the now totally confused Half-Saiyan.
"Just as I said. Now, take these results and put them into the file will you? I have to try cracking his foreign DNA.", replied Bulma calmly.
"Sure, mom.", muttered Trunks as he took the report and slid it into the filing cabinet.
Bulma knew exactly what this boy was. In her world their had hardly been any of them. Bulma didn't know if the same was true here, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She strapped the boy tightly to the bed. Her face told of determination. If the boy was dangerous he would try to attack her. If he wasn't then she'd let him go.
Now though… now she had to finish cracking the enigma that had brought her to this backwards world. They had no Capsule Cars, they used a seemingly primitive form of currency. All she knew so far was Goku had somehow been brought back to life. He had disappeared from their world with the Dragon Balls.
From what she could gather with her newly implanted satellites, other peoples were brought to this dark place. And it was dark, people were dying everywhere, and even the villains from the Home For Infinite Losers were attacking people.
Bulma stood back up and pulled out a small vial. She smirked, and hoped it would work. She put the liquid into a needle and carefully shot the liquid into Harry's skin. She then put the finished needle into the trash.
Suddenly Bulma heard a groan. She whirled around and demanded of the newly awakened boy, "Who are you?"
"Where am I?", moaned the boy, trying to clutch his stomache.
"Who are you?", demanded Bulma again.
"Harry Potter… who are you?", groaned the boy, trying now to clear his head.
"Bulma Briefs. Now, are you a wizard?", asked Bulma, her eyes glinting dangerously.
"Yes, why?", asked Harry, starting to realize he was being interrogated.
"Are you originally from this world?", demanded Bulma.
"Yes, why?", insisted Harry for a second time.
"Are you evil?", demanded Bulma suddenly.
"No, wha…?", asked Harry, who was starting to get a headache from the booming voice of Bulma's.
"You're not evil? Fine, chicken.", boomed Bulma, now she was testing him, to see how he would react to name calling.
"Chicken? Huh? What's going on?", asked Harry, closing his eyes as the headache grew steadily worse.
Bulma smirked happily. "Good, there you go Harry.", chuckled the now cheery Bulma as she untied Harry from the table.
"What was happening?", asked Harry as his headache subsided.
"Well, if you were lying, your headache would have disappeared. That would tell me you were lying, but since your head hurt, well, you weren't lying.", explained Bulma as Harry stretched.
"Okay, but why the test?", asked Harry curiously.
"Well, wizard's on my world tend to be very evil.", replied Bulma cautiously.
"Really?", asked Harry in surprise. "We have evil wizards on this world for sure, in fact, we are in a war with a dark lord now. Well, it might be on hold, after all, nothing is certain anymore.", admitted Harry smirking.
"Well, if things don't calm down, you'll be all trained. You have some hidden power you know. I can't quite figure out what it is, but its definitely there.", replied Bulma in a strange form of amusement.
"That's true.", muttered Harry darkly, adding, "Supposing I survive long enough."
"Now don't say that Harry, with Pan, Goten, and Trunks training you, you'll get powerful fast enough. In fact, Pan's waiting outside for you.", replied Bulma handing Harry a glass of water.
"Who's Pan?", asked Harry after he took the water and drank it down.
"Go out there and see.", replied Bulma mysteriously.
Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he went towards the door just as it swung open. "Bulma! I can't wait any longer! Wake him so I can talk to the mystery man!", came a voice from the other side of the door. Harry clutched his head in pain as Bulma laughed. "Bulma, what are you laughing at?", wondered the girl who had opened the door.
"He is awake! And you slammed the door right on him!", Bulma wasn't laughing at Harry, only at the sweet irony of it.
"Wha…? I did! Oh no! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean too….", the girl trailed off.
"It's okay.", grunted Harry looking at the girl. It was the pretty black-haired girl from the picture! "Hello, my name is Harry."
"I'm Pan! Nice to meet you!", giggled Pan. Harry silently wondered if all girls from Bulma's world had two personalities. "I hope your ready to train! I'll go easy on you."
"Uh-huh, I'm sure.", replied Harry rubbing his head, but he chuckled a bit, to show her that he was only joking.
"Well, come on Harry! I'll race you!", and with that Pan zoomed out of the room. Harry just gaped at her speed. He suddenly remembered flying with Vegeta.
"Wow….", muttered Harry as he ran after Pan. Bulma just smirked and tried to remember to tell Chi-Chi later….