Chapter 5
Harry can describe the Junior Tournament so far in three words.
Boring as hell.
Harry should have said screw participating and sat as a spectator with his father. At least then he could have walked away from this drawn out, eye gauging boredom of a tournament. But noooo, he just had to participate. Every person he faced so far was so pitifully weaker than him, that he felt like a bully.
To the spectators (besides his father and Piccolo) every fight appeared to be close. Harry didn't want to stand out just yet so he forced himself to fight at the same level as each of his opponents. This, Harry reflected to himself, was very difficult. Luckily the Junior Tournament was drawing to a close with only a few more fights left.
Harry stood up from his spot on the floor when his name was called.
Finally, thought Harry, maybe now the Tournament will get interesting.
His next opponent…
Trunks.
From the stands Goku and the others watch as Trunks and another kid walk into the ring.
"Alright! Just one more fight and then it will be Trunks and Goten's fight." Exclaimed Krillin.
"Thank Dende for that." Growled Vegeta. "I can't take much more of this."
Goku gave Vegeta a silly smile, "Come on Vegeta it's not that bad. I mean sure it's not the most entertaining tournament, but that is just because our sons are stronger."
Vegeta just grunted as he looked down at his son who got in a stance. Vegeta then turned his attention to his wife who was a few rows away from him. "Hey woman! Get me a sandwich."
Bulma growled and twitched in annoyance. "Get your own damn sandwich! I am watching Trunks fight."
"Why?" asked Vegeta, "There is no point it's obvious our son is going to win."
Bulma glared up at Vegeta, "Be that as it may, I still want to watch my baby fight. So again I say, get your own damn sandwich!"
Vegeta growled at her, "Wench."
Bulma's face went red but before she could lash out in anger, Piccolo interrupted her.
"As much as I adore you two bickering," Piccolo's tone was filled with sarcasm, "You should all seriously watch the fight."
Everyone turned to Piccolo with confusion, none were paying attention to Trunk's fight up to this point because of Bulma and Vegeta's spat, and besides it wasn't like they were missing anything important.
"Why?" asked Krillin.
"Because Trunks' opponent is toying with him."
Everyone looked down at the ring in various degrees of shock. Indeed Trunks opponent appears to be dodging every blow with ease Trunks.
"I can't believe it…" Murmured Mirai in awe.
Videl looked at the people beside her. She knew Mirai, his family, and his friends were definitely NOT normal, one of them was GREEN for Dende's sake. If Videl was something she was curious and stubborn, and she will persevere until she gets what she want. At the moment she wants to know everything about Mirai and everyone connected to him. She had a feeling there is more to him than just his Saiyaman thing. Mirai and the others reaction to what is happening in the ring confused her. Why were they so shocked that Trunks is having trouble? They didn't really expect the kid to breeze through the tournament easily did they?
Turning to Mirai, Videl asked, "Why is it so shocking that your brother is having trouble? The tournament isn't supposed to be easy."
Mirai bit his lower lip trying to find the right response. Even though Videl knew about him being Saiyaman, she didn't really know much else. She knows he is stronger than average and that he could fly (he was forced to teach her in order to keep his Saiyaman identity a secret), but she doesn't know any of his other secrets…
Like the fact he is actually a future version of his 'brother'….
"My father trained Trunks, and the phrase 'going easy' isn't in my father's dictionary. So it comes to a surprise that Trunks is having trouble."
Videl paled slightly as she remembered Vegeta shattering the punching bag earlier. Yeah now she is starting to understand why the others were shocked. The kid would probably be no match for her but in the Junior Tournament he should be the strongest considering his father trained him. But if Trunks was trained by his father and losing, then how strong is his opponent and how come he didn't stand out earlier?
As Trunks and Harry were walking towards the ring for the match, Harry was deep in thought. He needed a plan; obviously the plan's objective will be to win the match against Trunks. There is no choice in that matter or else Supreme Kai would probably have a hissy fit. Harry is trying to figure out how to win…. He could A battle on the same level as Trunks or B pretend to be a pompous kid over analyzing his own abilities, and then when Trunks has his guard down kick him out of the ring.
B would probably be the quickest and it won't reveal too much of his abilities. To the spectators it would just look like Trunks let his guard down and Harry got a lucky shot in. Harry stopped in the middle of the ring and turned to his opponent droning out the Announcer's voice.
Plan B don't fail me now, Thought Harry.
Harry and Trunks stared at each other. Well it was more Harry staring at Trunks because Trunks was looking at the sky in boredom.
"I am going to beat you!" Harry shouted with a dramatic finger point at Trunks.
Trunks glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye then looked at the sky again with a huff. "Yeah right."
Harry growled in false anger in order to send off an image of a kid trying to act tough when in reality they aren't.
The Announcer raised his right hand in the air, the other hand clutching the mike. "Begin!" Yelled the Announcer as he brought down his right arm in a downward slice.
"I'll show you!" vowed Harry as he charged Trunks with a fist pulled back.
With a look of determination Harry released the punch at which Trunks dodged with ease. Harry brought up his other fist and tried to hit Trunks who side stepped the punch with a smirk.
"Ha! You call those punches? A baby will be more of a challenge than you!" Taunted Trunks.
Growling again, Harry launched himself at Trunks flailing his arms at Trunks, not actually trying to hit him but to keep up the appearance of an inexperienced kid way over his head.
Trunks yawned as he brought up a finger to block each of the punches. "This is a waste of my time."
Harry internally smiled. Good, he thought, Trunks is letting his guard down… I need to time this correctly.
With a yell Harry released a final punch which no surprise to him was blocked with a finger. Their fist and finger stayed in that position. Harry breathed heavily to make it look like his onslaught tired him. Trunks on the other hand just yawned again.
Trunks frowned at Harry, "I thought this battle will be a little interesting considering how far you got but I guess I was wrong."
Harry paused his deep breathing with a smile, "You aren't wrong."
Trunks raised an eyebrow in disbelief and then shook his head, "No I am pretty sur…" Trunks was cut off by a surprisingly fast kick to the head.
The force of the kick sent Trunks close to the edge of the ring. Trunks picked himself off the ground and wiped his lip to get rid of the small trickle of blood. Trunks stared at his opponent in shock; Trunks knew that if he wasn't as strong as he was that kick would have easily taken him outside the ring. Where the hell did that come from? He knew if he kept his guard up he would have been able to block that kick but the way his opponent was battling they shouldn't have been able to produce that kind of kick.
Trunks narrowed his eyes at his grinning opponent who was shifting his weight side to side fists up with a hop. A few moments later Trunks eyes widened in shock which morphed into fury when he realized his opponent was purposely pretending to be weak!
Trunks screamed in anger as he launched himself at his opponent. Trunks will show this jerk not to undermine him! The kid doesn't know who he is messing with; NO ONE belittles him in a fight!
Even though Harry was smiling as he looked at Trunks getting up from the kick, internally he was frowning. Trunks was stronger than he thought, that kick was supposed to send him out of the ring! Harry sighed internally nothing is going to be easy in his life is it?
He looked at Trunks again only to sweat drop, Trunks was charging at him with a scream. Harry's reflexes were what saved him when Trunks tried to punch him hard in the face. Then a quick tilt of the head back allowed Harry to dodge the kick. Harry looked at Trunks' face as he dodged another punch.
Seeing the fury, Harry couldn't help but think maybe he should have went with plan A… Before choosing plan B he should have taken into account Trunks' temper, he IS the son of Vegeta and Bulma. If only he was fighting Goten then plan B would have worked because even if it would have failed he wouldn't have a pissed off demi-saiyan on his hands.
The reason he knew Goten wouldn't be pissed like Trunks was because if Goten acted just as much as he looked like Goku, then he wouldn't be angry instead he probably would have been happy for the challenge.
Harry sighed as he flipped backwards his right foot connecting with Trunks chin sending Trunks into the air.
Well, Harry thought to himself, no use crying over spilt milk. With that Harry jumped into the air to get above Trunks and before Trunks could react kicked him roughly in the back sending Trunks into the ground.
Harry landed gracefully on the ground with a flip after using Trunks back as a spring board. Harry smirked outwardly at Trunks down form.
With the most annoying voice he could muster Harry repeated what Trunks said not long ago, "Ha! You call those punches? I bet Goten will be more of a challenge than you!"
Trunks clenched his fists and bowed his head as he shakily got up. It was a known fact by the z fighters that Trunks and Goten have a similar rivalry to that of Vegeta and Goku with the exception theirs is friendlier. But even though it is friendlier their desire to outdo each other is just as strong as their fathers. So being told by your opponent, that your rival will be more of a challenge than you can really set a person off. That is exactly what happened to Trunks.
"Shut up!" screamed Trunks as he let loose a powerful ki blast, uncaring of the fact that he is facing a human, who other than showing great hand to hand didn't have any other special abilities. All Trunks cared about was wiping that smirk off the jerks face and showing that he is more of a challenge to his opponent than Goten.
Harry's eyes widened in shock as the blast headed towards him. He didn't think he pissed off Trunks that much. Harry lifted his right hand in front of him slowly gathering ki to it. Harry will have to meet the blast head on because he realized in Trunks state of mind that if he moved then the people behind him in the stands will get hurt or possibly worse.
As the ki blast hit Harry's hand causing a small explosion of dust and debris, Harry knew that the fight had to end now.
Remus had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming out Harry's name. He knew that Harry will survive the blast, not only could he feel him but the blast wasn't nearly strong enough to injure Harry badly. Even though Remus knew Harry was fine it still doesn't stop your heart from getting caught in your throat when you see your son caught in an explosion. Seeing his son appear behind the purple haired boy, Remus vowed he and his son were going to have a long talk.
Remus was too old for this.
Everyone was in various degrees of shock when they saw the blast Trunks made in anger hit the kid causing an explosion. From their angle none of them saw the brown haired kid form ki into his hands all they saw was the kid raising his hand in a futile attempt to protect himself.
"Vegeta please tell me our son didn't just throw a ki blast at a human child."
Vegeta looked at his wife, "He did."
Bulma turned to Vegeta in anger, "I told you to tell me he didn't!"
"Well it is kind of hard to do that when there is evidence right in front of us that our son just blasted the kid into oblivion," Vegeta shrugged and then smirked, "Well at least he won, that is my boy."
"Vegeta!"
"What?" snapped Vegeta, "It was the brat's fault for angering our son like that, and you DON'T mess with saiyans."
Videl who was not far from Vegeta was in shock. Turning to Mirai she stuttered, "Di…di…did…your brother ju…just?..."
Keeping his eyes on the arena, Mirai responded, "I don't know."
The rest of the z-fighters looked solemnly at the arena, the rest of the spectators were in various stages of confusion and shock.
"All of you stop being so dramatic the kid is fine." Piccolo stated with a grunt.
"Um.. Piccolo I don't think being blown up constitutes as being fine." Krillin stated timidly and then squeaked in fear as Piccolo glared at him.
"So the brown haired kid that just appeared behind Trunks is just a figment of my imagination?" Piccolo stated blandly.
"What?" Everyone looked at where Trunks was, and true to Piccolo's word the Trunks opponent was behind him, clothes singed, but other than that looked unharmed. They watched the events that followed in shock, who was this kid?
Goku who was surprisingly quiet through the match grinned at the sudden turn of events. Who knew this fight would turn out so cool! Goku's grin formed into shock as he saw the unsuspecting Trunks get kicked in the back with enough force to knock him out of the ring.
Wow, Goku thought. Never thought I would see this happen. Who is this kid? Goku looked at the brown haired boy called Harry. Why does he look so familiar…
Harry let out a slow breath relaxing his muscles and closed his eyes.
The arena was silent, what was just witnessed blew a lot of the spectator's minds. They were sure the brown haired kid got hit with that weird blast and from the explosion that followed the kid shouldn't be alive…but he was…
"I…I…" stammered the Announcer in shock, he knew things would be a lot more entertaining with Goku and his friends participating but he thought the main tournament would be brought back to life not the junior tournament as well…well the purple haired kid was a part of Goku's group. That snapped the announcer out of his shock, of course Goku! The announcer chuckled that explained everything. "I can't believe it! What a turn of events! The winner is Harry!"
A little more silence…and the crowd went wild. Who cares if what just happened shouldn't have been possible, it turned the boring junior tournament into something enjoyable!
The announcer smiled and then looked at where the purple haired kid was kicked out of the ring. Other than a few bruises and a hurt pride it looked like the kid was ok, at the moment one of the other contestants was talking to him. Knowing the medics will look at the kid the announcer turned his attention to the winner of the match. As he walked over to the brown haired kid he noticed the singed clothing.
"Hey are you alright?" he asked concerned, he didn't know how the kid pulled that stunt off but it looked like he didn't come out of it unscathed.
The boy opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Yes sir I am."
"Do you want to take a break before the final match?"
The kid shook his head, "No I'm ok we can begin right now."
"Are you sure?" the announcer asked surprised the kid didn't want to take a breather.
The kid tilted his head as if listening to something, narrowed his eyes and then responded, "Yes I am sure, but can we start soon? I want this over with soon."
The announcer just blinked and then shook his head with a slight chuckle, kids and their impatience, "Ok I'll go get the other contestant and then we can begin."
As the announcer turned to walk towards the other contestant who was talking to the purple haired kid, he heard the brown haired boy Harry murmur, "Thanks."
"Trunks!" Someone yelled.
Trunks groaned with a hand to his head as he got up from the ground after being knocked out of the ring. He…He can't believe it he actually lost…and to someone who wasn't Goten!
"Trunks!" The person yelled again yet it was closer this time.
Trunks looked in the direction of the voice to see Goten come to a stop next to him.
"Trunks are you alright?"
"Yeah…I'm ok….MAN! I can't believe I lost!" Growled Trunks as he clenched his hands into fists.
"What happened out there Trunks?"
"He caught me off guard."
"How?"
"He pretended to be weaker than he really was."
"Why would he do that Trunks?" Goten asked confused.
Trunks looked at Goten seriously, "I don't really know, but listen Goten he is a lot stronger than he looks."
Goten tilted his head like he was remembering something, "Well he did say he was strong when we talked to him earlier. So it is kind of your fault for underestimating him."
"…."
"Trunks?"
"Go Super."
Goten stepped back in shock "What?" He screeched unknowingly drawing the attention of Harry who was talking to the announcer. Harry titled his head to listen in. "Your brother said…"
Trunks grabbed Goten's shoulders, "Who cares what my brother said, that jerk needs to lose and lose badly! Do it Goten!"
"But…but…"
"Please Goten?"
Goten sighed, "Okay. But when I get yelled at I am blaming it on you." Harry who was listening in narrowed his eyes. It looks like he will need to wrap up the next fight quickly before Goten can go super.
"Thanks." Trunks said while releasing Goten's shoulders, hearing a shout they saw the announcer walking towards them obviously trying to get Goten's attention. "Kick his butt."
Goten smiled, "Will do."
"Okay is everyone ready for the final match?" Asked the announcer, the crowd screamed in approval, "Alright remember whoever wins gets a chance to fight Hercule and if by some chance they defeat the champion they will participate in the Adult's tournament! Goten? Harry? You ready? Begin!"
Goten crouched fists clenched about to transform when he saw his opponent charge him, then suddenly disappear. "Wha…"
That was all Goten was able to get out before he was punched in the gut harshly the force sending him back until he was forcibly stopped with an elbow to the back of the head. He was falling to the ground dazed from the speed of the attack when he was kicked in the side hard enough to be flung out of the ring.
The arena was silent, even the announcer stared in shock at how quickly the battle ended. Most of the Z-fighters and Goku stared down at the arena in shock, who was this kid? Piccolo looked at 'Harry', he heard what Trunks and Goten had said, and with his ears he could hear a pin drop in a room full of chattering people. So when he heard about how Goten was planning on going super he knew from the expression on 'Harry's' face that he heard as well. So he wasn't that surprised at what 'Harry' did. Hopefully the fight with Hercule will go just as quickly; he really wanted to talk to the kid.
"The…the winner is Harry!"
Silence like before. Harry ignoring everything but the black haired boy rubbing his head, walked over. Goten sensing someone coming close looked up to see Harry. The serious expression on Harry's face caused Goten to gulp, he already beaten him and so quickly too, what did he want? Goten was caught off guard by the hand that appeared in front of him.
Slowly he grabbed it and looked back at Harry who grinned down at him, "Sorry about that." The brown haired boy said to him, "But I knew if I allowed you to do whatever you were going to do I might not have won."
Goten blankly stared at Harry as he was helped up, still in shock by losing so quickly as well as being helped by his strong opponent. Strong….Goten grinned…he now has someone other than Trunks that can spar with him! Not only that, he seemed nice too!
The crowd seeing this act of sportsmanship went wild.
"It's ok. That was fun we should fight each other again sometime!" Goten chimed.
Harry blinked and then smiled, "Sure and next time I will let you do whatever you were going to do. Hey later do you want to get some Ice cream, my treat and Trunks can come too."
Goten's grin got even bigger, a possibly new friend and free ice-cream! For some reason Goten wasn't so sad about losing anymore, "Yeah that would be awesome! Can we get ice-cream after your fight with the champion?"
"I can't right after," Goten's eyes went sad at that response. For some reason Harry was filled with the desire to make Goten happy after seeing the sadness in the kid's eyes, "But" Harry stated quickly gaining Goten's attention again, "After I deal with an errand I can find you and then we can get ice-cream is that ok?"
Goten smiled again, "Sure!" For some reason making Goten happy made Harry happy…weird.
Harry sat on a railing swinging his legs back and forth. He was alone on a roof waiting for Piccolo to arrive. He told Remus that he needed to go do something, Remus didn't ask what but Harry knew he will be questioned later. After winning the fight against Goten, Harry was sent back into the ring to fight Hercule. Hercule was surprisingly smart enough to realize that Harry could wipe the floor with him, so he tried to cut a deal with Harry. If Harry lost, Hercule will give him an unmentionable amount of money, what Hercule didn't realize was that Harry didn't want money, so when the announcer said begin, Hercule found himself out of the ring not a second later.
The crowd was in shock that the Champ lost against a child, until Hercule got back in the arena and started laughing and ranting about how he purposely lost because Harry deserved to see that there is a reason why there is a junior tournament and an adult tournament. The crowd cheered for Hercule and that was the end of that….well o.k. when Hercule passed Harry to go to his personal quarters, Harry might of put out his foot that caused Hercule to trip and land on his face…total accident….really it was…
Harry paused in his leg movements when he felt a presence behind him.
"Hello again Mr. Piccolo."
"I'm an errand huh?" Piccolo drawled as he went to stand by Harry.
Harry turned and sheepishly looked at Piccolo. "You know I didn't mean it like that."
Piccolo just raised an eyebrow.
Harry grabbed at Piccolo's cape, "Come on Mr. Piccolo you know you are one of the most important people in my life."
Piccolo couldn't help but crack a very tiny smile at those words, "I know kid," Piccolo put a hand on Harry's head, "So tell me what has been going on 'Harry'."
Harry winced at the obvious stressing on his name. "Short version or long."
Piccolo looked at him, "You can tell me the shortened version now, you can tell me the longer version when we have more time later."
"Later?"
Piccolo smirked, "Yes later you didn't think I will let you disappear into the unknown after the tournament did you?" Harry looked like he was going to respond, "Don't answer that." Harry closed his mouth.
Harry looked at Piccolo curiously, "What exactly did you want to know now Piccolo?"
Piccolo turned to look up at the sky, "I want to know why you aren't dead, why you look like that, why you are here, and why you go by Harry."
Harry sighed, "Well to keep it short. The Supreme Kai…" Harry paused when he felt recognition through their bond, "You know him?"
Piccolo looked at Harry, "I heard of him but I didn't think he was real."
Harry nodded his head, "He is real, and anyway he came to me in a dream a few years ago and told me I wasn't supposed to die."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah it shocked me too, anyway because I wasn't supposed to die and I wasn't going to be wished back, the Supreme Kai decided to reincarnate me, I pretty much got a new life and my new name became Harry."
Piccolo frowned, "Why did the Supreme Kai do that and what do you mean by wasn't going to be wished back? You died of natural cause didn't you?...wait you didn't die of natural cause did you." The last sentence wasn't really a question it was more of a statement.
Harry looked away from Piccolo, "The Supreme Kai reincarnated me because of this evil wizard named Babidi that is supposed to appear at this tournament, according to him I am needed in order to defeat this enemy."
Piccolo's eyes widened in shock, "A new enemy?" Piccolo shook his head, "You can tell me later as we wait for the fights to begin. You never answered my last question."
Harry tried to look away again but a hand under his chin forced him to look at his old mentor, "Who killed you."
Harry's eyes widened in shock, "Why do you think I was killed?"
Piccolo glared at Harry, "Maybe because your body language screams that you didn't die of natural cause, our bond is telling me you want to be able to see your old family and friends but something or someone is stopping you. So who is it and how Gohan tell me!" Harry shook his head back and forth. "Come on kid." Harry shook his head again, "NOW!"
Harry clenched his eyes shut tight and whispered something and Piccolo heard him but was too shocked to believe it.
"What did you say kid?"
"I said my mother killed me!"
"What?" That bitch! Piccolo thought, "How? Why?"
"You know how I got sick?" Piccolo nodded, "Well it wasn't because of a disease or anything, I was poisoned."
"How?"
Harry looked at his feet, "Saiyans eat a lot of food and that includes half saiyans too. Mother made me Jello, which I consumed. She put chlorine in the Jello."
"The chlorine got you sick."
Harry nodded, "It weakened me too, I was puking so much that my body was becoming extremely sluggish, it didn't help that my mom continued force feeding me the stuff as well as injecting me with sedatives claiming it will help."
Piccolo looked sadly at Harry, "Gohan…"
Harry looked at Piccolo with tears in his eyes, "You know what the worst part is? It isn't the fact I died but as my mom was 'taking care' of me she kept telling me I am a monster, worthless, and that if it wasn't for…for…for me dad would still be alive!"
Even though he wasn't the most affectionate person in the world, Piccolo grabbed Harry into a tight hug allowing Harry to cry on him. It pained Piccolo to see the most important person in his life like this. What he was forced to go through…"I am sorry Gohan."
Harry looked at Piccolo with tear stained cheeks, "There is no need for you to apologize."
Piccolo looked into Harry's eyes, "Yes there is, I should have realized something was wrong!"
Harry shook his head, "It's not your fault, my mom was very good at keeping the truth hidden, heck I didn't even know my mom even put something in the Jello until she outright told me the night I died….You know there was one thing that confused me."
"How Goku even likes your mom even though she is such a bitch?"
"Piccolo!"
"What? You know it's true."
"….."
"What confuses you?"
"How one day she tells me it is not my fault and the next she blames me. There is something I am missing I know it!"
"…." Piccolo thought about it and couldn't help but silently agree. Even though Chi Chi is a bitch, her love for Gohan was always evident, and the grief she showed at his funeral couldn't be faked….but then why did she kill Gohan and so sadistically too….Piccolo needed to look into it, just like Gohan…Harry…whatever…he has this feeling that there is something more.
"Piccolo?"
"If you will allow it I would like to see the memory for myself, see if I can find anything. I agree with you something doesn't add up, after I get the memory, you can go meet up with Goten to have ice cream."
Harry smiled at Piccolo, "O.k. Piccolo…but don't you want to know more about me like why I have brown hair and green eyes?"
"We can discuss that later." Piccolo smirked as he looked at his old pupil's waist seeing the appendage that was obviously a tail but not a monkey tail, "It looks like you have more interesting stories to tell." Putting a serious look on his face Piccolo asked, "Are you ready?"
Harry nodded as he closed his eyes, he hopes Piccolo will find something in order to maybe prove that his mom didn't actually hate him and that something had happened to her.
Chi Chi is or was his mother, and mothers are supposed to love their sons right?
He couldn't but hear a small whisper in his head say if that is the case then why did Lily abandon you too…