Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Dragonball Z.

Author's note: I hope, I did okay. It was surprisingly difficult to write that prompt and I rewrote it a couple of times until I was mostly content with it. It's au-ish for episode 126 or 127 of DBZ. Goku is the first to get in contact with the cyborgs instead of Yamchu. I was kinda tempted to bring in saiyan-powers and compare them to a firefly as well…, but it unfortunately didn't fit in.

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: Dragonball Z/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Son Goku x Harry

Prompt: Strenght (Sleeping Moon)

Rating: T… probably

Warning: slash-y, mention of back to the future II and freaky cyborgs

Huh. A hover board.

Harry was wondering, if he would see Michael J. Fox next. He didn't bet on it though. The hover board wasn't the strangest thing he had seen here anyway. Really, things that came out of a small capsule? Without magic? Natural hair colour that put Tonk's metamorphmagic almost to shame? Talking, clothes wearing animals? And that were only a couple of things he had seen in the four weeks he had been here in freaky town, uh, world? Dimension? He wasn't quite sure where he had ended up in to be honest.

After ending the war against Voldemort a couple of month ago, he had holed himself up in Grimmauld Place for different reasons. Hiding from the press and the creepy admiration of the general wizarding population being one of them. After three days he had been so bored, that reading had seemed like a wonderful idea. Hermione would have been very proud of him. Surprisingly enough he had found a book that mentioned the Death Veil and a relatively easy if dark ritual to get someone back from it. After losing so many people there hadn't really been another option than trying to rescue Sirius.

It had taken almost a week and a couple of trips to Nocturne Alley to get everything he had needed, but it had been very easy to get into the ministry and to the veil undetected. His invisibility cloak had helped matters a lot. Unfortunately, the ritual itself hadn't quite worked like he had hoped. The moment Sirius had resurfaced from the veil, Harry had been sucked in. Then everything had gone black.

He had woken up in some kind of forest with no idea where he was. Since then his goal had been to find his way back home, because this really couldn't be his world, dimension, whatever. At least he had his wand to make things easier.

And now here he was, on an island in the middle of the ocean, which seemed peaceful enough, with hover boards, relatively normal cars and very much unsuspecting of the explosion, that send – a very huge! - part of a house down his way.

Suddenly he was floating in the air with a strong arm around his depressingly short and scrawny form. The other muscled – and very nice to look at – arm was holding up the house part, which had to weight about a ton or more. "Are you alright?" Harry blinked instead of answering and looked up at the face of his knight in shining armor. "Huh, and I thought my hair was bad," was the first thing that came to mind and out of Harry's mouth, the second being "You do realize, that you're flying, right?" And that was freaky, even for this world and completely distracted him from the question why the house had exploded. The guy only watched him with a bemused expression and didn't seem to know what else to say.

Finally his gaze shifted back to the huge heap of concrete or whatever material was used to construct the building. "You have to have one hell of a workout to be able to do that." And even then he had never seen anyone strong enough to lift that weight without magic. It was really impressive and… kind of hot. The well built body, that was pressing against his, didn't help any either. Neither did his months long sexual frustration or the adrenaline from the shock of almost dying yet again.

"The human is male, warrior subclass A-" Harry had the two newly appeared, also flying men stupefied, before the black haired man, who was holding him, even had the chance to turn around. The guy – he really should ask for his name – gaped, as he watched them plunging to the street, while Harry bit his bottom lip. "Uh, they weren't your friends, were they? Then I'm very sorry, but they kinda freaked me out. And I'm still not used to the whole 'people flying around without a broom'-thing." Now Mr. I'm-strong-as-the-Hulk was gaping at him. "How did you do that?" Harry shrugged. "No big deal, they didn't seem like much. I have seen snails moving faster. Now, would it be too brash to ask you for a lift to the main land?"

Cue sweet smile and puppy-dog-eyes.