Black stared coldly into the eyes of the short and corpulent Supreme Kai before him. The death of Agu of Universe Twelve would mark the end of his quest for sovereign divinity. At last, none remained who could hold even a candle to his supreme power.

The Kai's yellow skin was rapidly paling, no doubt due to the blood loss incurred from his now gaping chest wound. Black could feel the cruel smirk spreading across his face and made sure to take in every second of the dying deity's vain attempts at clinging to life.

It was pathetic, he realized, as Agu finally dropped to the ground with a dull thud, that the so-called Gods of Creation had allowed themselves to grow so weak. In a truly ironic twist of fate, he understood that even those who would claim themselves gods were no better than the mortals they watched over.

Black snarled and turned on the spot, no longer willing to sully his eyes with the sight of such weakness. His contempt for every single being in existence grew even more distinct.

Today, however, would mark the end of such disgrace. Today, he would finally be able to implement the second stage of his grand plan. With no Kais, Destroyers or Angels to stand in his way, he could finally set out to purge reality itself of its most hideous stain.

Mortals.

Seven-year-old Harry Potter woke up with a throbbing head; his aunt's shrieks only adding to the unpleasant ringing between his ears. He mumbled incoherently, reaching for his glasses, and attempted to shake off the dizziness.

"Boy! Breakfast won't cook itself!"

Harry just kept mumbling under his breath, but nevertheless hurried to get out of bed and dress himself in some of his cousin's hand downs. Nodding to himself in very muted satisfaction, he scurried out of the cupboard that was his room and headed for the kitchen.

Maybe, if he was lucky, his Aunt Petunia just might allow him half an hour to himself in the park once he had completed his chores for the day.

"Took you long enough." was the pleasant greeting that reached his ears once he entered the neither small, nor large, but perfectly normal sized kitchen. His aunt glared at him through narrowed eyes, and Harry wisely avoided the choice to dispute her statement.

Seeing that he was going to remain silent, Petunia pointed to a frying pan she had placed on the stove. "There, boy. Get started with the bacon, eggs and toast. Don't burn anything." she said, the last part coming out as a low, threatening hiss.

Harry sighed, already used to her mannerisms, and began his regular cooking routine. He snickered silently as she left, knowing that she wouldn't notice him shoving a few strips of bacon into his mouth while he was frying. After all, that was how he had managed to have a decently sized breakfast ever since he was old enough to feed himself.

He liked to imagine that his father smiled down at him, taking as much pleasure in the little tidbits of mischief he managed to pull off as he did.

Unfortunately, happy moments did not last forever.

Harry had been so lost in thought that he completely missed his uncle waddling into the kitchen with a sour look on his face. Obviously, the man had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. After serving his uncle a portion of food, he was about to reach for a plate of his own when the human walrus decided to interrupt him.

"Mow the lawn, prune the garden and then get started on painting the shed." Uncle Vernon ordered, to which he simply nodded dejectedly.

"Well, don't just stand there! Get to it!" Vernon barked, his face rapidly growing an unhealthy shade of purple when his nephew didn't bolt at once.

Harry bolted. At least he had been lucky enough to avoid Dudley.

Universe Twelve was in fact a rather tolerable universe, Black mused. At least as far as his old mentor Gowasu would have been concerned. It had a fair share of populated planets, harboring many culturally and technologically advanced civilizations.

In his eyes, of course, Universe Twelve was polluted beyond anything he had yet come to witness. The amount of violence, bloodshed and otherwise barbaric behavior it had taken to achieve this stage of development was staggering. The Time Ring had shown him countless wars, rampant corruption and an irreverence for life which left him overwhelmed with disgust.

He would depart the Sacred World of the Kais at once. There was no point in wasting time. All these worlds would need to be purged, and Black knew that only he, the one and true god, could possibly fulfill such a divine task.

Placing two fingers against his forehead, he reached out into the vast expanse of reality and sought out first source of energy he could find. Within seconds, he grasped a fleeting tendril of life force and grinned maliciously.

The gentle flutter of displaced air was the last sound Black would hear before opening his eyes once more, now greeted by what could only be described as a small village in twilight.

He stood in the middle of some man-made street, rather primitive in comparison to much of what he had seen previously. Luckily, there were no filthy humans around, and so the god could contemplate his next course of action in peace.

Black walked silently along the pavement, taking in his dimly lit surroundings in morbid fascination. The humans had apparently chosen to erect multiple, identical places of dwelling on either side of the avenue. Every house looked indistinguishable from the other, down to the last patch of grass on the small garden surrounding each one.

He could appreciate symmetry, but this, it was an almost sickening level of uniformity.

A sudden spike of energy caught his attention, and his head snapped in its direction almost of its own accord. It felt just like the source he used to reach this wretched planet.

In the corner of his eye, Black observed how a small, shimmering outline disappeared around the edge of the street.

Harry had never been so scared in his life. Not even a year ago when his Uncle Vernon had turned such a deep shade of red that he looked ready to explode, and Harry had thought that the large man would finally snap and beat him.

After all, how could it be his fault that the kindergarten teacher's hair suddenly turned blue? His uncle must have had a bad day at work.

Now, however, Harry thought his heart would promptly burst out of his chest. He had been walking back home from the park when suddenly, a strange, oddly clad man appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the street.

It was just like magic!

It was then that he managed to discern the man's expression, that of anger and revulsion, something Harry was all too familiar with. He had hurried to hide in bushes of one of the neighbors' gardens, wishing for nothing more than to become invisible, when it felt like someone cracked an egg over his head.

The man's head turned in his direction so sharply that he was surprised it did not come right off. Harry's breath hitched; his throat constricting so tightly that he could barely draw in a single breath.

In a state of panic, the young boy ran as fast as he could back to the park. He did not even pause to look over his shoulder for fear that the man would catch up to him. What would happen if he caught him? Would he be kidnapped? Would he get beaten? Killed even?

Amidst the dark speculations of his possible demise, Harry failed to notice the figure blocking his path, and he found himself colliding painfully with a very solid pair of legs. Stumbling gracelessly onto his behind, he fearfully met the coldest pair of black eyes he had ever seen.

"A boy?" the man murmured, looking both stunned and appalled at the same time. Harry did not even have time to stammer a meek response, when an arm reached out and grasped his oversized sweater and jerked him upright.

"Who are you, boy? What is this power of invisibility you possess?" the man inquired, much to his confusion. "Speak!" he demanded; his tone growing impatient.

Harry struggled to resist the imminent tears from spilling down over his cheeks and responded.

"H-Harry. I'm just Harry. I d-don't know what you're t-talking about."

"Well, just Harry, it seems you are going to be given the honor of spending the remainder of this evening with your god."

Black scowled at the weak human child beside him. It pained him to admit it, but the boy practically radiated innocence. The fact that a pitiful mortal could even exude such innocence, in not only body but also soul, confused him perhaps more than his ability to fade in and out of view.

It was some kind of universal attempt to mock him, he concluded, once the unlikely duo found themselves sat on a nearby bench. This world would already have been cleansed and brought to its full glory if not for this boy.

"Harry." he said, still slightly glaring at the small child. He was surprised to see the boy lift his head in shock, as though hearing his own name was a foreign occurrence to him. However, it was pleasing to see that a healthy amount of fear still remained in his bespectacled green eyes.

"Er… Yes, Mister God?"

He honestly would have laughed, had such a thing not been unbecoming.

"Son Goku will do. Or simply Goku, if you must."

His own words stunned him. Why would he refer to himself as that despicable saiyan? Although, there was a certain poetic justice to it. To cleanse the world in the name of the one who defiled it the most.

"O-okay. Mister Goku."

The sun had almost fully set, and most of the light illuminating them came from the lamppost nearby. Harry was looking up at him expectantly, and for some reason beyond his understanding, Black was bothered by the helpless, passive gaze.

All mortals he had the displeasure of encountering thus far could be placed into three categories.

Firstly, the arrogant and prideful, who considered themselves superior for petty reasons which held no importance outside of their short and utterly meaningless lives.

Secondly, the cowardly and traitorous, who would turn their backs on those who considered them friends in favor of prostrating before him, all in a futile attempt to be absolved of their sins.

Thirdly, and perhaps the worst of all, were the self-righteous scum who believed so fiercely, with such passion and fervor, that they had the one and only true understanding of good and evil. Nearly every conflict in history had been spearheaded by mortals with this mentality.

Yet, this boy, whose eyes were widening by the second with a multitude of emotions, did not fit into any of these categories. He showed no signs of arrogance or pride, rather the opposite. However, he was most certainly no coward either – merely remaining composed in the presence of someone such as himself was proof of that.

Finally, much to Black's bewilderment, Harry had given none of the common responses from mortals who found themselves cornered with something beyond their understanding. He had not screamed, accusing him of being an evil demon and subsequently lashed out in fear.

"Harry." he repeated, no longer glaring at the boy. "I would like to make an experiment."

The child merely kept his large, green eyes focused on his own. "Oh? What kind?"

"Prove to me, that mortality is not the greatest mistake of the gods. Prove to me, that sparing this world is not something that I will come to regret."

Black stood up abruptly, the light now illuminating his entire face.

"I'll see you around, Harry."