Title: A New Path

Rating: PG-13 (to be safe and for possible future stuff)

Summary: Harry is adopted by his distant relatives, the Sons, when he is younger and grows up as a big brother to Gohan. HPDBZ crossover

Disclaimer: I don't own either of these.

Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews !

Chapter 5:

He hadn't found anyone to teach him how to use ki, everyone he had asked laughed at him under the impression that the boy was either joking or insane. Luckily a majority simply assumed he had an enormous sense of humor. Harry wasn't sure what to take that as.

One man had treated him nicely, he was an elderly janitor and knew nothing of fighting but he did cause Harry to choice a gym thinking it would be more tolerable to at least have one person who didn't think he was insane.

So Harry applied for membership but had discovered minors were not aloud to do much. They were aloud to run and do basic exercises but Harry wanted to do more that just that, he wanted weight lifting and more training. He hated being treated like a child, it made him feel weak.

The clock struck 7:45. School started fifteen minutes ago but he didn't really care. It was his first day; he'd just say he got lost. Pondering what to do he decided to wait till eight and then go to school.

He continued on his run wondering if it would be better just to skip school altogether.

Kuro was talking to someone Harry didn't recognize and glared at Harry as he grew closer. Kuro was the owner of the gym and had taken the annoying habit of getting in to Harry's business.

Kuro pulled Harry aside briefly ignoring the strange, who Harry noticed was young with long black hair and scars on his face.

"Why aren't you in school yet?" Kuro demanded. Harry held back rolling his eyes as he pulled himself from the man's grip.

"Just going now sir," Harry said while questioning himself why it was any of the annoying man's business.

Harry went to get his stuff a bit of rebellion in his eyes. For that comment Harry was tempted to skip school altogether.

Kuro watched as Harry left toward the showers. Yamcha chuckled as he watched Harry leave.

"Who's the kid?" Yamcha asked.

"His names Harry, he's a weird kid." Kuro turned to Yamcha. "He came in here asking about 'ki'. Can you believe that!" Yamcha gave him an odd look.

"Yeah… odd. Say whats his last name?" Yamcha asked thinking of the few people who knew about ki and hoping this child would not be a new enemy.

"Son." Kuro answered as Harry walked out of the showers still dripping wet.

Yamcha was shocked. Certainly this wasn't Goku's son; Krillin had told him Piccolo took the boy. No it had to be another Son he concluded. Yes that made since but still it might be valuable to check.

Yamcha nodded a goodbye to a confused Kuro as he left without waiting for a response. He reached Harry as he left the building. Harry turned to confront the man but said nothing instead waiting for an explanation.

"How do you know about ki?" Yamcha asked suspiciously.

"Nice to meet you, my names Harry, thanks for asking." Harry said dryly annoyed at the lack of an introduction.

Yamcha gave Harry an odd look then shook his head and said, "I'm Yamcha." Harry nodded crossing his arms in front of him. "Now, were did you learn about ki?"

"Yamcha?" Harry wandered if it was the same Yamcha his father talked about. "Do you know a Goku?"

"Yeah…" Yamcha began to connect the two.

"I'm his son…." Harry said remembering Raditz. Another stab of pain shot through him at the thought.

"Really!"

"No I just said that to gain your confidence and kill you." Harry said sarcastically.

"You must have taken after Chi-Chi's side." Yamcha muttered. "But I thought his son was taken by Piccolo?"

"His blood son was, that's Gohan. I was adopted," Harry muttered. A moment of awkward silence passed.

"Can you teach me to use my ki to fight?" Harry's eyes grew harsher and Yamcha looked surprise before remembering Goku's fate.

"Why…?" Yamcha asked softly as he studied the ground.

"To fight." Harry replied in annoyance, had he not already told the reason.

"Harry, you're too young to fight. Do you know what it's like in a match? Fighting… stealing… killing," Yamcha muttered the last part barely audible as he drifted back though his memories as a bandit.

"I have never killed. Yes that is true. I have not even been in a battle but neither has Gohan. He's younger then me and if I am too young then so is he. Find a way where he does not participate in the battle and neither will I but because that is extremely unlikely I will fight with him." Determination shown brightly in his eyes and Yamcha knew he would not be able to convince him otherwise.

"Harry… I know you want to help but you'll just end up hurting the effort," Yamcha said wandering why Krillin did not tell him about Harry. "You're a normal human, Gohan's not."

Harry's head lowered slightly like he was in deep thought and when he redirected his eyes toward Yamcha he facial expectations shown a hint of concern through the determination.

"And what if I'm not sure if I'm normal…" his voice trailed off and was so low Yamcha barely heard it. Suddenly his features hardened and he returned to the cold indifference which was common for him.

"Teach me or not I am going to protect my brother."

He remembered the brief fight with Raditz and shivered inwardly. The feeling he had gotten while fighting was odd. It was as if pure energy had filled him, the energy had been overwhelming and addictive. A part of him could not wait to feel it so fully again but another part feared it. It was bubbling up now, he could feel it. He always felt it but not as strongly as when he fought, never the less it was there regardless.

It felt like the energy wanted to blast out of him but was slowly bubbling up. He thought the energy was his ki but he wasn't sure, no one else used ki like that… well no one he knew of.

Yamcha understood that there was nothing he could do to stop Harry from fighting besides knocking him out and tying him up, which he was considering, so he decided that if the child was going to fight he would have to learn how.

"Kami is training so I don't have much time to teach you… I have to prepare as well." Yamcha muttered something Harry could not hear.

"Train me when ever you can. I'll work hard, I'll never complain," Harry said rashly regretting it after he said it. Enthusiasm was not a good thing to show the stranger. A new fear came across him; he wanted to fight for himself not just his brother. It was disturbing.

"Don't you have school too?" Yamcha didn't want to anger Chi-Chi.

"After school, it would be perfect, you can use the day to train yourself then teach me in the afternoon and morning," Harry said excited about the possibility but not wanting to show it.

"Errr… I guess that could work… I would have to talk to Kami," Yamcha said.

A moment of silence passed where neither knew what to say. Finally Yamcha smiled and nodded "I'll ask him."

"How are we going to get in contact?"

"I guess I could call Bulma… you staying there right?" Yamcha flinched at the thought of talking to Bulma so soon.

"Acceptable." Harry nodded shifting his backpack slightly.

"I'll give you a ride to school…" Yamcha began to walk toward his car and while Harry was hesitant he too followed.

Yamcha make up a cover story for why Harry was missing. It was obviously untrue but he flirted a bit with the secretary and she let it slip. Only a few moments after Harry left to find his locker a loud bell rang causing him to flinch followed by swarms of people. Great, he thought, we get to be cattle.

First day and he already began to hate the crowded halls, loud sounds, and closed in spaces of this school thing he was required to go to.