DISCLAIMER: You do realize that disclaimers are quite unnecessary, right? And yet I feel that I must say it, I own nothing in this story. With the sad and only exception of Dnomyar. I own him, and may I say, he despises me because of it. I also own Desiderio, the Lord of Order and Raymond, the Lord of Chaos.

AFRICA- Sahara Desert, June 18th 1:35 A.M.

"Where are we…?", asked Blaise. She stood up half-heartedly but fell quickly. Harry held her up so she wouldn't fall.

"I believe… I believe we are in Africa.", muttered Harry. "Shit. This is where those damned Dagoth's are. This blows.", he muttered angrily. "Listen, I'm going to try and fly. I'm going to shrink you, so I can carry you better. Okay?"

Luna didn't answer, she wasn't even looking at him. Ginny was curled in a ball, shaking. Hermione was screaming loudly. Blaise nodded her head.

Harry looked at them all, he could see them better, since the moon was up. They looked terrible. They were all too thin, their clothes were rags. They had bruises and looked malnourished. And Hermione had been right, they were all pregnant. He drew his wand and Luna stood suddenly.

She turned to look at him. "Hello, master.", she whispered harshly. It sounded like she hadn't used her voice in a long time. She walked over to him and laid her head on his chest. She reached and tried to grab his private area. Harry jumped, and backed away from her.

"I'm not your master.", Harry muttered in a harsh voice. He watched as Luna sat down again, looking off into the distance.

Blaise looked at him strangely. "You really are different…. Who are you, really?", she asked.

Harry shook his head. "I've told you, I'm Harry Potter.", all three of the girls looked at him. Ginny stood up carefully. She trudged over to him, dragging her bloodied legs. She slapped him as hard as she could. Harry fell away from Blaise, falling on the ground.

"Oww!", he whined. "I know that you've been hurt by, well, me, but it wasn't me! I swear on my mother's grave!", Ginny slapped him again. Then she curled her hand into a fist and began to pound on his body. Due to his training with Pan and Trunks, it didn't hurt now that he was prepared.

She suddenly fell unto him. "Harry….", she murmured. "You… aren't Harry…. Harry's mum is alive…."

"Wha…?", he asked in confusion. His mother was alive in that dimension? "My mum was alive in that dimension?"

"Shut-up and kiss me.", Ginny pressed herself unto him more and crushed her lips against his. Harry almost returned the kiss when he caught himself. His eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Gah! Would you all stop that? I'm not your freaking love-master!", he shouted, jumping up in anger. "I realize that you've all been through a lot okay? It's like I've told you, I'm from another dimension. I brought you four back to my dimension, okay?"

Blaise exchanged looks with Hermione whose sneer was slowly disappearing. Blaise looked at Luna who was staring at her hands instead of into space. "Looks like I was wrong Pot- I mean, Harry. Looks like you, I mean, the other you, didn't break us. Thank you, Harry. You rescued us. From… from….", Blaise couldn't finish. She began to sob again.

"I know it was terrible, but you all are going to have to trust me, okay?", Luna nodded this time, tears in her eyes. Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes, searching for lies, but she was unable to find any. Hermione snorted, but nodded nonetheless. Blaise nodded her head as well, as tears streamed down her eyes and into the sand. "Okay then. I'm going to shrink you all now, okay?"

They all nodded, so Harry brought out his wand. They all flinched but stood steadfast. Harry grimaced and shrunk them to one-foot tall. He gently picked the four of them up and placed them into the folds of his pockets. After making sure they were secure, he prepared for his flight.

He summoned his Ki to do the work for him, he pushed the Ki downwards. And suddenly, he was airborne. He wasn't sure which way to go, so he went the direction he had been facing, unfortunately, that direction would lead him straight to Lord Dagoth Ur. Lucky him, eh?

ENGLAND- London, Abandoned Wastes, June 18th 1:35 A.M.

Cyborg was restless. After Terra had left, he had waited for quite a while. She should have been back by now, and he was slightly worried about her. That's another reason he was confused. He wasn't supposed to have hormones, and yet, by the look of things, he still had them.

His reaction to Terra had been rather… spontaneous, and rather unexpected. But as he sat and thought of it, he had had those sort of reactions before… with Jinx, Bumblebee, and… Sarasim, NO! He can't think of her! He carefully guided his mind elsewhere.

He looked at his metallic hands. "Who am I? What am I?", he whispered aloud. He was a cyborg, and he was not supposed to have hormones…. He could simply shut them off…which would probably be the best course of action, but, he liked the emotions it gave him. He sighed and rubbed his bald head. Half human… half robot. "What am I?", he whispered again.

"Hi, Cyborg!", chirped Terra. Her voice was less raspy now. Cyborg looked up in surprise.

"How long have you been there?", he asked suspiciously. He rather hoped she hadn't been listening to his rambling. He may have been part-robot, but his emotions were still there. Something that only slightly annoyed him. He rather liked being human.

"Well…. I found Raven! She wasn't too happy to see me though. She did tell me to bring you to her though!", replied Terra, her face shifting emotions as she talked. Nervous… sadness… and then joy.

"Well alright then!", replied Cyborg happily. He carefully filed away the information that Terra's face had given him for later review. "Lead the way!"

"Okay then, hold on tight!", she replied. She grabbed him, and since she was larger, also hefted him onto her back. Then, the two of them twisted and changed into dirt. She went streaming back through the hole, moving rather fast. Cyborg 'saw' or rather felt, the emotions of the dirt.

He could 'feel' the history of it. He somehow knew all the people who had once stepped on it. Soon though, he was 'feeling' areas that were emotionless. The dirt absorbed part of him, so that they were imbued with him. The dirt was no longer emotionless, they were now him, or rather, copies of himself.

Cyborg was amazed, he hadn't known that the dirt was intelligent!

"Of course it is!", replied Terra scathingly. "We are dirt, and dirt shares with dirt! Did you think dirt would talk with you if you were human?", mumbled Terra. Cyborg knew she wasn't talking with words… just… emotions! That's what they were!

"I… not… know….", Cyborg replied haltingly. He wasn't so good with his emotions. He was too mechanical to be able to direct emotions as excellently as humans. In this case, he was upset, because he couldn't speak too well.

"Ha! Well, we're nearly there anyway, so just hang on!", laughed Terra. Cyborg knew she must feel at home within the confines of the dirt.

Cyborg finally felt himself returning to his normal form. And even though the whole experience was rather exhilarating, Cyborg couldn't help but feel happier in his true form. Of course, he added silently, this isn't really my true form, is it?

And finally, they erupted from the dirt, similar to how dolphins erupt from the ocean. Terra flew up from the ground, Cyborg lost his grip and fell from her, landing on his back, it didn't hurt, but it felt as if it should have. He was glad right then that he had a robotic body, otherwise he'd have been hurt.

"Whoa! Who are they?", gasped a winged boy who was sitting on Raven. The boy was tall, had red-hair and freckles, and he was… wait a sec? Sitting on Raven?

"Raven…? You do realize that… someone is sitting on you… right?", asked Cyborg carefully. Then he saw something that he'd never thought he'd see, Raven gave the boy on her lap a kiss.

"Yeah, his name is Ron, I found him.", she replied happily. "Isn't that right, my little pet?"

"Yes mistress.", Ron replied submissively. He bowed his head in embarrassment.

"Hey, aren't you that boy who was in London?", asked Cyborg. Ron nodded his head glumly. "Why are you here then?"

"He is my new… friend. Isn't that right Ron?", Raven said sadly to Ron. Ron nodded his head again. "Cyborg, my father is... gone, but some of his influence remains. I have to have a male to leech off of. I need your help to finish off my father. Then I'll be able to let Ron go."

"Aw man, Raven, you're keeping him captive? That's just ain't right!", protested Cyborg unhappily.

"I know… but I don't want to die…. Ron understands that. He isn't happy about it but… well, neither am I.", replied Raven glumly.

"We'll help! Your 'Evil Side' won't stand a chance against Terra!", Terra boasted happily.

"Yeah, I'll help, but Raven, where are we?", asked Cyborg. He had no idea where they were. None of his scanners could pick up on where they were.

"I'm not sure, I think I created this island….", responded Raven thoughtfully.

Suddenly they all heard a scowling voice. "Damn it! Where the hell is that damned Harry Potter?"

Everyone turned to see a pretty girl stomping up the stone road. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her dress was torn. She wore a pink and white dress with pink gloves. The look on her face was rather scary.

"What are you doing on my island?", demanded Raven. She had risen from the lawn chair she and Ron had been sitting on. She stood, raising herself with her demonic powers.

"I'm here because of some guy! The guy said, 'Hey, I'm a stupid idiot! I will take you to Harry potter, scum of the universe!' Then Sheik said, 'Oh yeah, I'm getting' some!' And I said, 'Damn you all! I am so not getting some!', but no one heard me 'cuz of Sheik!", the girl snarled.

Raven drooped out of scary mode, and Cyborg and Ron were looking at her like she was crazy. Terra however had gone on the defensive. Several hundred mud golems were behind of Zelda. Hmmm, maybe that was why Ron and Cyborg were freaked out!

"Don't move….", hissed Terra from behind of the Princess.

"Huh? I am Princess Zelda, and I demand to know where this Harry Potter is!", ordered Zelda. Cyborg could see that she was ready for a fight. How she would fight was a mystery to Cyborg though.

"Harry? Harry Potter? He's not a scumbag! He's my best friend!", shouted Ron. Cyborg just then noticed that the boy had wings. They were flaring now, and he looked angry.

"You know this boy? Tell me, does he work for Ganondorf?", asked Zelda haughtily.

"No! Wait… who's Ganondorf?", Ron asked.

"Well, in any case, you're not working for him.", Zelda pointed out.

"Well, neither does Harry!", insisted Ron.

"Right, well then, say that I believe you, what then?", asked Zelda.

"Huh? Nothing'll happen! You'll just be there, believing the truth!", replied Ron incredulously.

"Fine then. I believe you. I say, what are those?", asked Zelda, pointing to the broken piles of golem remains.

Cyborg turned and saw that Terra was lying on the ground, sleeping. Her dirty gloved thumb was in her mouth. Cyborg sighed and went over and picked her up. "This is Terra, and if she thought you were a threat, her golems would've killed you."

"Er….", muttered Zelda in confusion. "Anyway, I'm sorry to have bothered you, but I must find this Harry Potter and find out the truth from him myself."

"Wait a minute, Zelda. If you help us, we'll help you.", replied Raven, appraising the girl.

"Oh?", asked Zelda, raising a blonde eyebrow.

"Yes, I need to defeat the evil within me so that I can truly be free. You help defeat my evil, we help you find Harry Potter. Deal?", Raven asked. She had walked up to Zelda and held out a pale hand. Zelda looked at it then shook it.

"Deal.", she replied.

"That's all good, but that girl has a point.", stated Ron, pointing at Terra, "We all need some sleep. It is dark after all."

"Yes… I suppose we'll have to wait.", muttered Raven. Zelda nodded her agreement. So they decided that they'd better get some shut-eye. After all, who knew how powerful Raven's father's influence was. Better to be safe then sorry, they thought. If only they knew what I knew….

MEXICO, Capsule Corporation, June 18th 5:24 A.M.

It was dark when Trunks finally arrived back home. He was so tired, and having to carry all of those Dragon Balls were a burden. Trunks didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt as if he were dying. He stumbled towards his home. He could here sobbing. He groaned, his stomach was clenching even worse. Sweat was beading on his face. He recognized the sobbing. It was his mother. He tried to turn the handle, but his hand was shaking too much. He fell against the door. It opened, much to his relief. Suddenly, he began to heave. He couldn't control himself. He realized he was sick.

"Ma…!", he gasped. The sobbing stopped, and Trunks called out again, "Ma…!", he heard footsteps and then a shriek. He couldn't hold on anymore, he fell to the floor, and then he knew nothing.

June 18th 6:42 A.M.

Trunks groaned. He slowly began to open his eyes. He couldn't see! Oh, wait, he had gauze over his eyes. "Mom…?", he called weakly. "Mom?"

"Don't worry Trunks, momma's here.", came the throaty voice of his mother.

"Mom…. What's wrong?", asked Trunks, dreading the answer.

"Honey… Vegeta… Vegeta is sick like you. Only, he… he… he died.", sobbed his mother.

Trunks' heart stopped and his breathing hitched. "D…dead?", he whispered in shock.

"Y-Yes dear.", his mother whispered.

"What… what's wrong with me…?", asked Trunks. He felt he had to know.

"Remember the purple gas, Trunks? It reacts violently with Saiyan DNA, it slowly, painfully kills them off. And since you are half-Saiyan….", his mother left the sentence hanging.

"Pan! Where… is Pan…?", he asked. He felt his heart clench again. His stomach trembled once more.

"Pan should be okay, same with Harry. Harry wasn't fully Saiyan when the gas hit, but the gas'll probably mutate him into a Saiyan. Same with Pan, but she'll only be about one-third Saiyan, so she should live. You should too. Vegeta just mutated into the next evolutionary form of a Saiyan, but his body couldn't handle it.", muttered Bulma sadly.

"Mother… I have gathered the Dragon Balls, we can wish everything to be the way it was….", gasped out Trunks.

"Yes…. Yes! That's perfect! Why didn't I think of that?", replied Bulma happily.

Trunks just chuckled and coughed up some blood. His mother carefully wiped it off, and they spent the rest of the time talking about how they'd have to word the wish.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would just like to thank everyone who has reviewed thus far. Next chapter is dedicated to all those who have reviewed. And to those who read the story.