Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Can they make a difference? ❯ Unexpected guests ( Chapter 1 )

Can they make a difference?
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Goku/Vegeta
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Harry Potter Universe they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

 

WARNING: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

 

Note: This is my second attempt at doing a crossover so please bear with me.

 

By special request from: Anabellia Hyuuga, enjoy!

 

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Chapter 1: Unexpected guests

 

The sun was shining brightly though open windows of the wide spacious kitchen of the Briefs residence. The morning breakfast was already laid out for the occupants of the household. The tempting aroma sailed throughout the hallways and into the bedrooms waking everyone from their peaceful slumber.

 

Trunks was the first one downstairs. He was sipping a strong cup of coffee while reading the newspaper when his father walked in followed by his mate.

 

“Mornin', Dad. Goku.”

 

“Hey, Trunks,” Goku greeted in return.

 

Vegeta merely grumble something that sounded like `whatever' and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Not much else was said as the Saiyan trio scarfed down just about everything in sight. Trunks set all of his dishes in the sink and jogged back to his room to get dress. Goten was coming over in a few hours so that could go to the mall and scope out girls.

 

After the young heir of Capsule Corp. left Goku turned worrisome dark eyes to his partner. “How are feeling this morning, koi?”

 

“Hn. Tired,” the royal answered.

 

Vegeta didn't eat as much food like he use to. He had to monitor the amount that he would normally take in or else it would trigger unforeseen sickness for the rest of the day.

 

“Come let's spar a little bit and I promise to be careful, okay,” Goku said.

 

“Fine, let's go.”

 

The couple exited the kitchen heading toward the GR where Bulma was currently working. The blue-haired genius missed breakfast because she was too engrossed in her latest project. She was trying to develop faster way of traveling from one place to another.

 

If Vegeta knew that she was using his ship as a base subject he would fry her on the spot, but little did Bulma realize that she was a wire away from making a complete breakthrough.

 

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Another set of dishes clashed to the floor as Dudley just so conveniently knocked them over while Harry was already cleaning up the first set. Harry's uncle charged through the kitchen door like an angry water buffalo.

 

Not even wanting an explanation, which wouldn't have done any good, Vernon went into his same song and dance speech.

 

“Listen boy if you break another dish there will be no food for until you leave. Do I make myself clear?” Vernon glared at Harry waiting for an answer.

 

“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry said wishing that he could use his magic to give his cousin a set of pig ears to go along with that tail that Hagrid gave when he had first found out that he was a wizard, which was six years ago.

 

By the time he had finish Harry was dog-tired. He knew that for sure that he was going to sleep on the train back to Hogwarts. Tonight was his last night in this god-awful place and he hoped that he would never have to come back here again.

 

If everything went right he would be living with his godfather. He smiled at that thought. He would finally be able to live like a normal boy. He wouldn't have to worry about being bullied by his cousin or any of the other kids in the neighborhood then Harry's thoughts took on another turn.

 

His mind kept drifting back to the alluring Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. Whenever Harry looked at him he didn't feel mad or angry like rivals should, but something else would stir his blood when he gazed upon the tall well-defined blond. Harry had been like this since his fifth year.

 

He knew that he was attracted to the silver-eyed prince.

 

“Bloody git. Even when I'm on vacation I think about him,” Harry mumbled out loud in his room before succumbing to sleep.

 

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Bulma stood stretching out like a cat. After hearing some tired cramp joints popped she decided to take a break. She quickly placed her tools back into her toolbox before heading inside for a snack. As she retreated into the kitchen the array of wires that were disconnected began to mend together magically.

 

Goku and Vegeta were inside the gravity room getting ready for their morning workout. Vegeta went about to the control panel to set the gravity for a light sparring session. He needed to be extra careful when training, one wrong move and well, he just didn't want to think about that.

 

Goku came up from behind and grabbed his mate. Vegeta didn't pause in what his was doing as Goku assaulted his ear, neck, shoulder or any place that would drive the prince mad. Growling, Vegeta turned in his lover's embrace. Neither one noticed the flashing green light or the envelop that floated to the floor at their feet addressed to them.

 

They faded from sight not realizing that Goku had unintentionally pushed Vegeta into the transport button.

 

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The prefect neighborhood was quiet. The only creatures about were cats, dogs, and thieves. Two figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

 

Vegeta opened his dark eyes to notice that they were no longer inside the GR. They were outside in a strange looking residential area.

 

“Kakarott,” he said in a low tone.

 

“What Geta?”

 

“Look.”

 

Goku opened his eyes and almost gasped. Where on Earth were they?

 

“Any idea?” Vegeta asked.

 

Goku shook his head. “No but one thing's for sure, we're not in Kansas.”

 

Vegeta shifted his foot and saw the letter on the ground. He picked it up eyeing it carefully. “What's that?”

 

“A letter addressed to us.” Vegeta handed Goku the envelope. The spiky haired Saiyan opened it and read the contents out loud.

 

Dear Prince Vegeta and Mr. Son,
Your presence is here by requested at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Two of our students are in dire need of your assistants. We will be expecting you tomorrow evening. Everything will be explained upon your arrival. Enclosed is name and address of one of the students that you will be staying with.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster

 

“Well, what do ya think, Geta?”

 

“Right now nothing. Let's go and check out this…Harry Potter guy and find out what's going.”

 

They found the house in questioned without difficulty. Vegeta stood off to the side as Goku knocked on the door. Light footsteps could be heard approaching the door.

 

“Yes, can I-” The lanky woman stopped in mid-sentence staring at the muscular man dressed in funny looking orange clothes.

 

“Hi, we're looking for… um, Harry Potter,” Goku said as he read the name off the index card.

 

The woman stood rooted at the door not saying a word.

 

“Petunia, who's there?” Still she remained quiet.

 

A larger fellow appeared after receiving no answer only to have the same look but he recovered much better than the woman. He turned and went upstairs. Goku and Vegeta heard a series of locks clinking and a door opening. However quiet the man was talking they could hear every word that was being said.

 

“Potter, some of your freaky friends are here. Find out what they want and send them away.”

 

Harry slipped on his glasses and headed downstairs. He came around his aunt to look at a tall man with dark hair that was sticking out in every direction. He couldn't believe the muscles on this guy. He hoped that he would be able to fill out like that but with his aunt and uncle starving him half to death he'll be luck to even reach five feet and eleven inches.

 

Harry eyed his clothes. They looked like something that he could only describe as either Japanese or Chinese fighting uniform then his eyes shifted to the much shorter male. Harry was trying very hard to keep his mouth from dropping to the ground.

 

The other guy was dressed in what Harry could best define as a skintight body suit of some type of stretch material that left nothing to one's imagination. Harry also noticed the dark belt around his waist not to mention the white gloves and boots that complimented the outfit perfectly.

 

His skin was a rich golden color like he spent hours out in the sun a stark contrast to his friend. What really fascinated Harry the most was the guy's flame like hair. It was defining all laws of gravity.

 

Harry was hoping that he wasn't drooling. “Um, can I help you?” He asked after he got his eyes back in his head.

 

“Hi, Harry. My name is Goku and this is Vegeta,” Goku said introducing themselves before continuing. “Apparently, my partner and I was summoned here by someone named Dumbledore-”

 

“Professor Dumbledore sent you? But why?” Harry asked.

 

“Not a clue but he wants us to stay with you.”

 

Right when Goku said that Vernon spoke up. “NO! You freaks will not be staying here.” Then he turned his anger on the boy. “And as for you I have had it. This is the last straw. You will not be returning to that crackpot old fool. Who knows what else that nut will send our way?!”

 

By this point Vegeta had heard enough. Obviously, the man didn't care too much for the kid. He walked passed Goku and the others. He let his senses guide him into the lounge where he saw Dudley stuffing his face with a large piece of cake. Goku entered as well.

 

“I want you out of my house!” Vernon ordered.

 

Vegeta looked around ignoring the pathetic excuse of a man. “Tell me one thing ningen, what makes you think that you can get rid of us?”

 

“I know the rules. You freaks of nature can not use your magic outside of the wizarding world,” Vernon said with a satisfying smirk.

 

Harry leaned over to Goku. “Ningen?”

 

“Oh, it means human,” Goku replied.

 

The royal turned around to challenge Vernon. Vernon's self assured look was starting to falter. He had never seen such a look on anyone's face. Vegeta slowly dropped his arms from their customary position.

 

“But I'm not a wizard.”

 

Vernon and Petunia's face dropped but again Vernon recovered quickly. A half-cocky smile was now set on his face. He walked up to Vegeta.

 

“Then you won't mind if I throw you out.”

 

Vernon grabbed onto the royal's arm and tried to move him but Vegeta didn't budge. Vernon struggled for at least five minutes.

 

Without warning Vegeta grabbed onto the offending hand. “Aaahhh!” Vernon cried out.

 

“I don't take kindly to ningens touching me.” Vegeta shoved Vernon away.

 

“You can't treat my father like that freak,” Dudley cut in.

 

Goku just sat back and watched not saying a word.

 

“I suggest that you go back to being a garbage disposal and leave me alone or else you may find that what I'm really made of”

 

“How dare you come into my home and treat us like we're peasants! Get out or I'll call the police,” Vernon said.

 

Vegeta turned his head. He saw the phone on the wall in the kitchen and the one in the lounge next to the television set. Goku knew that look. He latched on to Harry and slowly edged away from the doorway next to said object.

 

“Go right ahead but you would need a phone to do it.”

 

Vegeta raised his hand and shot a small ki blast at Vernon. He held his breath as the blue sphere separated in half disintegrated the only means of contact with the outside into nothing more than a burnt spot.

 

Petunia fainted and Dudley cowered in a corner wetting on himself. Vernon turned a lovely shade of purple. Vegeta walked up to him and hauled him off his feet as if he was a featherweight.

 

“Listen closely weakling. I've killed men for far less and destroyed planets for even lesser. If you want to remain alive I suggest that you never touch me again or mistreat the boy. Do I make myself clear?” Vegeta threaten throwing Vernon's own words back at him.

 

The man could only nod his answer. Vegeta let go dropping him unceremoniously on the floor. “Come Kakarott I'm tired. I've exerted enough energy on this clown.”

 

As the trio ascended the stairs Goku's stomach made an announcement. Harry started to giggle as he changed direction going toward the kitchen. Harry watched as Goku and Vegeta cleaned out the fridge.

 

Everything was gone. Harry knew that his aunt would be screaming mad once she finds out that her entire food supply was emptied in one sitting.

 

Upstairs, Vegeta and Goku looked at Harry's room. How in the heck were they going to survive the night in the small room? Harry knew what they were thinking.

 

“You can stay here and I'll find some other place to sleep.” Harry didn't want them to know that he was going back downstairs to sleep in the cupboards but Vegeta had other plans.

 

He marched right out room and into Dudley's. The boy had a queen size bed and much more space than what Harry had. The prince frowned. The spoiled little punk was living high off the hog.

 

“Get out and bring us clean linens,” Vegeta growled.

 

Dudley didn't waste any time. Five minutes later he returned with clean sheets and extra pillows. After he finished changing the bed Vegeta threw him out.

 

“Where am I to sleep?” Dudley cried.

 

“Don't know and don't care,” Vegeta replied before slamming the door shut on him.

 

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Inside Harry's room

 

“I'm sorry about my relatives. They are a bit strange with it comes to people being different.”

 

“You don't have to apologize for their stupidity. I'm just glad that Vegeta didn't go over board,” Goku said.

 

“Back to your friend there; he mentioned `ningen'. Why did he call my uncle that?” Harry asked curiously.

 

Goku placed his hand behind his head smiling like no tomorrow. Harry found his smile contagious. “Oh, he always says that about earthlings. We're Saiyans.”

 

Harry's heart almost stopped. He remembered hearing that word at school. Yes, he was reading about an extinct race called the Saiyans. He was so into the book that Madame Pince gave it to him stating that there was really no use for it and couldn't figure out why they had it.

 

He found the book quite fascinating but before he could ask any more questions Goku stood.

 

“Well, Harry I must bid you good night. Vegeta's calling me.”

 

“Calling you? I didn't hear anything,” Harry said with a puzzled look.

 

Again Goku smiled. “Vegeta is telepathic.”

 

“Really! Are you as well?”

 

“Nah, only royal members of Vegetasei have that type of ability. That's how he knew that your family was mistreating you. Anyway, I'll see you in the morning.”

 

Harry laid down in bed. It seems that this year was going to start off with a bang.

 

oOo TBC oOo

 

A/N: Well, tell me what you think. I've been tinkering with this idea ever since I saw Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

 

I'm keeping it on a light note. So don't expect any thing of angst. Has anyone figured out what's wrong with Vegeta or why they're there? If you haven't you will in the next chapter ^_~

 

Nemesis