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Chapter 57

Harry groaned as he held his hand over his face, covering his eyes from the rays of sunlight going through the curtains. He turned and smiled. Kiara was lying next to him, still asleep. Her black hair partly covered her face, contrasting against her pale skin. He glanced at the floor to see their clothes strewn about. He chuckled as he turned and softly brushed the hair out of her face, causing her to wake up. She blinked as she looked at Harry.

"Good morning. You look amazing." Harry smiled. Kiara blushed as she pulled the covers up.

"Wow, Harry. Last night was… amazing." Kiara breathed.

"I know." Harry grinned as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her next to him. She squealed as he nibbled on her neck.

"H-harry, I don't think that I need a hickey right now." Kiara giggled as she tried to push Harry away.

"Awww… you can hide it with make-up." Harry grinned as he kissed her.

"So, tell me. Am I better or worse than Cho Chang?" Kiara giggled as she sat up, the blanket covering her chest. Harry sputtered as his cheeks blushed.

"Oh, Gohan already told me that you and Cho did it in fifth year. Did he ever tell you that he did her too?" Kiara giggled.

"Sheesh. You'd never think that Gohan was that good." Harry muttered. Then, he smirked.

"She was an amateur compared to you." Harry grinned before he kissed her again.

"You are so dead if my dad and brothers ever catch you, you know that?" Kiara grinned.

"Now you know how Ginny feels." Harry chuckled as he started kissing her again.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Harry and Kiara whirled with shock to see the door open and Hermione walk in with a suit in her hand, and she was dressed in a black dress.

"Harry, President Griffin wanted me to… OH!" Hermione gasped as she saw Harry and Kiara on the bed, instantly turning red and covering her eyes. Kiara sputtered as she and Harry separated, and pulled the blankets up to their necks.

"H-hermione! How-how'd you get in?" Harry sputtered.

"I… I borrowed a r-room key. H-he wanted me to deliver a suit for you to appear in Congress. I…I was wondering where Kiara was so that I could bring her her d-dress… I… I'll go get it." Hermione stammered as she placed the suit on a chair near the door and backed up, closing the door behind her.

"Oh my god… I feel so embarrassed!" Kiara moaned with a red face. Harry groaned in embarrassment as he got out of the bed and put on a white bathrobe. He then grabbed a second one and handed it to Kiara.

"Thanks." Kiara blushed as she quickly put it on. The door knocked again, and Harry opened it a bit to see Hermione holding a black dress.

"Ummmm… can you give this to Kiara? President Griffin wants you to be in the hotel lobby in half an hour. Oh, and Harry?" Hermione blushed as she handed Harry the dress.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I won't tell Goku or Gohan." Hermione smiled. Harry blushed as he closed the door.

20 minutes later…

"Sheesh, what's taking them so long? This dress itches." Pan muttered as she sat in the hotel's lobby with Hermione and gulped another cup of coffee. She and Hermione were eating small for breakfast, just a few bagels with a cup of coffee. Pan had had two already.

"If you used to wear the same thing that Scorpius was wearing when we first met him, that's odd from you." Hermione grinned. At that moment, Bulla and Marron finally showed up, with grins on their faces, showing that they heard what Hermione had said.

"Trust me, you don't know how bad they are." Bulla grinned.

"How this little one wore them for so long is beyond me." Marron grinned as she ruffled Pan's hair.

"Don't remind me. My Dark Mark is bad enough. Where the heck are Harry and Aunt Kiara? We need to go before Trunks and the rest of his family eat out the breakfast table, including Uncle Raditz." Pan muttered as they glanced at where the buffet table was, where four saiyans were surrounded by a gigantic amount of plates. Even though this was a Wizarding hotel, it didn't mean that there was an endless supply of food, and the rest of the guests were starting to get a little pissed off.

"Ah, there you are!" the girls turned to see Griffin walk up to them.

"Good morning." Pan smiled.

"Where are your bodyguards?" Pan frowned as the clerks gasped and whispered as they pointed at Griffin.

"Who do you thinks' keeping the media out?" the president chuckled.

"What about your daughter?" Hermione asked.

"She's safe. Already on her way here, and no one is going to lay a finger on her, I made sure of that." Griffin snarled as he crossed his arms. Scorpius had confessed about Morgana's plan yesterday, and Griffin had immediately arrenced to have her transported from her school and brought here, to Washington DC.

"So, I gave Harry and Kiara their suits twenty minutes ago. They'll be down any minute." Hermione said, hiding the blush from the memory of Harry's… past situation.

"Phew! Congress is packed, and I've already got letters from the UWN about an emergency meeting on Saturday. I don't know what they want more, to discuss the possibility of an invasion, or to see the legendary Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Griffin sighed.

"United Wizarding Nations." Hermione whispered in Pan's ear.

"Sheesh, is everyone like that?" everyone whirled to see Harry and Kiara walk up to them, with Harry's left elbow hooked with Kiara's right elbow. Pan blushed furiously as she clenched her fist. She could smell their scents on each other. What the hell was wrong with Harry? One minute, he was making out with her, and now, he was shagging her aunt! Then Vegeta and the other saiyans stopped eating and turned to look at Harry.

"About time, Potter!" Vegeta smirked. Harry ignored him as he extended his hand to Griffin.

"Good to see you, Harry. Your appearance is going to be a major component in today's hearing. We should get going, before the guests or clerks start asking for autographs. By the way, where's King Piccolo?" Griffin asked as he looked around.

"Say, that's right! I haven't seen Piccolo all morning. I wonder where he is…?" Harry frowned as Vegeta and the other saiyans joined them.

"Hah! Who cares where the namek went? I say that we screw all this, go back to that stupid island, and kick Frieza's ass!" Vegeta barked.

"Prince Vegeta, now isn't the time for that! Come now, we've got the media to go through." Griffin sighed.

"Hah! I'm not scared! Bring it!" Vegeta laughed as he stomped to the doors and pushed them open with a grin on his face.

"Oh boy, this is going to be bad." Harry groaned as he rushed after Vegeta.

One half hour later…

"No wonder mother never lets you out! That was a complete embarrassment, father!" Future Trunks groaned as he leaned back in one of the seats of Griffin's presidential limo, which was magically enhanced to hold all of them, similar to the Weasley's car from all those years ago. Harry gulped as he glanced at Kiara on his left and Pan on his right. Pan was glaring at Harry and gave a small huff as she crossed her arms and legs. Then, she snarled as she turned away.

"Sheesh, Pan's pissed off." Bulla whispered to Marron, who was looking out the window at the muggle traffic. She blinked as she turned and looked at Bulla.

"Ahhhh... she's got a lot on her mind. Not to mention, even I smell Harry's scent on her aunt. One guess what they were doing last night." Bulla heard in her head.

"Awwww… why'd you tell me that? Gross!" Bulla moaned mentally as she frowned.

"Isn't that what you said when me and Trunks got married when you were twelve? And then you caught us a week later, after a mission?" Marron chuckled back, still avoiding Future Trunks's gaze as she kept her head down.

"Wait… is that why you won't look at this Trunks? Because he reminds you of my brother?" Bulla frowned with confusion.

"Bulla… please don't ask me that. When you find the man that you love…" Marron sighed as she turned and looked out the window.

"Yeah… I guess." Bulla sighed.

"Amazing!" Bulla was interrupted by Hermione looking out the window. Bulla followed Hermione's gaze to see the Captiol building.

"Magnificent, isn't it? Not quite as old as your Parliament, but still, quite historic." Griffin chuckled.

"Actually, Mr. President, I'm the only English person in here." Hermione said, causing Pan's head to snap up.

"Not true. I was born in England too!" Pan protested.

"Save it!" Vegeta barked.

"I hate to admit it, but he's right, we need to focus on this hearing. I do wish that Gohan Son or his father was here as well." Griffin sighed as the car stopped in front of the building.

"Great, it's those dogs again." Griffin muttered as he looked out the window, already seeing a large group of reporters outside, surprisingly not attracting anything from the muggles walking past them.

"Their cameras look much more advanced than ours!" Harry frowned.

"Of course. Americans always have the first shot at the best technology, followed by Japan, Russia, and England comes in fourth. Still… I don't think it's a good idea to have you come out straight forward again." Hermione sighed.

"Then it's a good thing I brought this." Harry grinned as he pulled out his Invisibility Cloak.

"Heh. Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." Vegeta smirked as Harry draped the cloak over himself and vanished. Then, Griffin stepped out of the limo and was immediately flooded in white lights.

"President Griffin, where's Harry Potter?" a male reporter yelled.

"Does Congress plan to declare war on England?" a female reporter yelled as the others got out of the car, and were immediately bombarded with questions as well.

"Do you have plans to take Severus Snape into custody for the murder of Albus Dumbledore?" another woman yelled as she pushed a microphone in front of Griffin.

"Is this the start of World War Three?" someone else yelled.

"No comment at this time." Griffin said as his bodyguards pushed the reporters back and they made their way into the capital building.

"Get out of my face!" Vegeta yelled as he disintegrated a camera, immediately getting dragged into the building by Future Trunks.

"And you wonder why I didn't join them." Piccolo smirked as he stood on a tree two miles away, watching the scene with amusement. He wasn't a fan of reporters. Then, he smirked as he floated to the ground and started walking. He passed a blonde muggle woman and her five year old daughter, who stopped and stared at Piccolo.

"Mommy, look at the green man!" she said as she pulled on the woman's arm. Piccolo blushed. And Gohan wondered why he didn't get out much. The last time that Piccolo had been here, America was fighting for its independence from Great Britain, back before Piccolo and Kami had separated into two beings. How ironic… if a war broke out, it would be between America and England once again.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. My daughter has a wild imagination… oh! Are you okay, sir?" the mother gasped as she stared at Piccolo.

"I'm always like this!" Piccolo snarled as he stormed away, leaving the mother and daughter behind.

"Hmph." Piccolo muttered.

"Well, Well… been too long, Piccolo." An unfamiliar voice chuckled above Piccolo, making the namekian whirl as he fired a special beam cannon at the tree behind him. A figure leaped from it and deflected the beam with one swipe. Then, it vaulted through the air smashed Piccolo to the ground with one kick.

"Impossible… I didn't even see him move!" Piccolo grunted. It was surprising that no muggles had appeared yet. Piccolo groaned. He was a bit woozy after that blow, so the figure in front of him was a bit hazy.

"Good to see you, Piccolo." Then, the figure leaned next to Piccolo and whispered something that made Piccolo's eyes snap open.

"YOU!" Piccolo gasped.

Who is this, and how does Piccolo know him? Can Harry and his friends convince Congress of the threat of the Empire? Review!