Hey everyone,
So this story has been bugging me for the better part of January and in the first week of February, I decided to just put it down on paper. However, seeing the complaints I sometimes get about how I write certain HP characters, like Ron and Hermione in Jillian Forge Potter, I felt I am required to commit to the following:
WARNING: LUPIN, RONALD, HERMIONE AND MOLLY BASHING WITH LIGHT DUMBLEDORE BASHING! So you can expect this as soon as the characters show up. They will have attitudes, think themselves above Harry and do things that, in cannon or in your belief or mind, they would probably never do or even think of.
That all being said, this story does start with one little thing that will derive from DBZ cannon. In DBZ cannon, the Cell Games started on the 26th of May. I'm going to push that date a little bit further back, though I guess that doesn't matter too much, cause the year of DBZ is, somehow, several centuries before the HP timeline.
Still, enjoy,

Venquine1990
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Dragons And Morals
Chapter 01
The Cell Games

1st of August 1995
Area S.5, near Eastern City
Main POV

The Cell Games. A new version of the Worlds Martial Tournament announced by a monster that calls himself Cell. Cell also announced that he was the monster that wiped all of the citizens of Iki Town completely off the earth and who showed utterly no remorse or guilt for this. A monster who actually stated this with personal pride.
The Cell Games had been announced nine days ago and a few days later the Armed Forces of Earth had tried to take him out before the Games began, yet he had annihilated them as well. This had been responded to by Hercule Satan, the winner of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament, who swore he would take Cell out.
The problem? While Mr. Satan was the first to arrive, followed by several other fighters who could actually fly and while students of Mr. Satan had arrived just before their trainer had decided to take on Cell, had the horrible being taken out Pirozhki, Caroni and even Hercule Satan, knocking all three of them out of the ring.
And because all of this had been reported by ZTV and their announcer, Jimmy Firecracker, does the whole world now know that their chosen champion has been defeated. This, naturally, is causing a horrible panic almost worldwide. Yet a hero from a secret part of the world is about to enter the stage and take his turn.

Harry's POV

"He – he landed outside the ring. That means, our hero – has lost the battle." The news reporter blandly speaks into his microphone, which he seems to hold onto with a weak grip of horror, yet the funny thing is, while his eyes are wide, they seem unfocused as I pass him, enter the ring and take my stance across the monster.
Cell himself also seems unaware of my presence, probably because he thinks me as weak as that idiot from before, and just turns to the group that came here, actually flying without a broom in sight, and asks: "So, let's get the tournament underway. Who will be first? Will it be Goku – to start things off?" Yet I retort: "No."

Drawing everyone's attention and startling those that had been looking straight at my back without seeing me. "I will." I tell Cell, yet again feeling the mixed bag of emotions that went through me when I first saw this creature on the television broadcast nine days ago. Yet this reminds me of a flaw that currently exists in my plans.
I turn around and ask: "Jimmy Firecracker, right? From CTV news?" And the black-haired, square-framed glasses wearing man gulps and stutters: "Yes, that-that's right." I then turn back to Cell and ask: "Tell me, why would you risk your paycheck the way you just did?" And the man seems to regain himself as he asks:
"What on earth are you talking about?" Yet I ignore his anger and state: "Mr. Satan is a Martial Arts Tournament Champion. He's not someone who deals with crime fighting, murderers or the like. And so, even if his words are true and Cell used bombs and explosives, how does that not make you worry for your hero?"

The man seems unable to answer and I say: "Cell is a murderer. Iki town, the islands and several other facts prove this. Not to mention this. If what Satan says is right, then how lucky is he that he landed on the one mountain Cell forgot to plant bombs at?" And instantly the reporter, camera man and the female assistant shriek in terror.
"Get your hero out of here and make sure you watch your footing. Knowing Cell, it might be your last. There is a taxi cab about four miles that way." I say motioning behind me with my thumb while keeping my gaze aimed at Cell and I go on: "Take it and get your hero where he belongs; with his fans inside a tournament ring."

And while I feel amused and amazed that my words are taken for granted so easily, just because I am basing them off of what the Satan guy said earlier, do I calmly watch the camera man and his reporter try to rush for the fallen Martial Arts champion while also being careful with every step they take. Which look really amusing.
Yet when Cell wants to make a comment, do I very subtly shake my head and probably thanks to the fact that I have been watching him this entire time and that I managed to step into his ring without him noticing, does Cell comply, keeping his pose and watching me in return. The reporter talks with his hero and the group leaves.

And finally, when in the distant we hear an engine starting and then fading by the vehicle riding away from our location, does Cell ask: "So, are you willing to risk my bombs?" But I glare at him and say: "Don't insinuate that I have their level of intelligence, Cell. I saw your broadcast and know you couldn't have used bombs back then."
The being smirks and asks: "So, you believe in my true power then?" Yet while I shrug off my black robe with red trim and let my brown satchel fall beside me, do I calmly say: "I believe in it, but I'm not impressed." Startling the being before me as I think: "Terrified and infuriated, but not impressed." Yet I keep silent.

"Then perhaps, you need a demonstration." The Android before me says and loosen my entire body as I say: "Try me." The being frowns and bends down, putting his two hands together behind him with the wrists pressed against each other and their fingers curved as he starts to make a chant I have never heard before in my life.
"Ka … me … ha … me … HA!" And at this last part, while I had actually seen energy starting to take shape in the form of a boll of power in his hands as he chanted, does he aim it straight at me. But thanks to my years of being a Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, do my reflexes allow me to bend down right in time.
The blast of energy blows over me and while I can feel energy similar to my Patronus when I first cast it, do I ignore this and just twitch my wrist, causing for my holy and phoenix feather wand to slip out of the holy wand holster that I bought four days ago. Yet I also notice that the other group is astonished at my act.

"Are they here to fight or what? Didn't Cell just entice one of them to enter the ring? Or could it be that they had trouble when he used that attack against them?" I think as I get back up and then hear one of them, who has pinkish-purple hair say: "I – I don't believe it. He just – dived under the Kamehameha wave."
And the man beside him, who has black hair, wears a blue jump suit with white and yellow body armor and has his arms crossed, seems the most furious about this. I then focus back on Cell and say: "Your power is intriguing, Cell, especially in the level of power and strength. But I'm still not impressed. Want to try again?"

And Cell does indeed seem adamant on that as he presses the middle and forefinger of his left hand against his forehead, which makes one of the blonde haired man asks: "Hey wait, I didn't know Cell knew my Instant Transmission technique." Which makes me think: "They share techniques? Should I be worried?"
Yet then the one being that actually intrigues me, as he has green skin, white eyes with black pupils, antennas on his forehead and wears a cape over his cloths, gasps and says: "That's not your Instant Transmission, that's my Special Beam Cannon!" And I think: "Is Cell created out of their attacks or something?" And I turn back to him.
"Indeed. And unlike Goku's Kamehameha, I can aim and direct this beam however I please. So ducking this one will be quite impossible." Yet I look up and notice something, making me grip my wand a little tighter, ready for the next move. "Take this! Special Beam Cannon!" Cell shouts, aiming his fingers at me.
And the beam, existing out of one ball that has the beam attached to its back and another that swirls around the first, comes straight at me. Yet I turn, aim my wand and snap: "Reducto!" And my red spell hits the ball, pushing it back against the swirling beam and causing both to explode, many smaller beams shooting in all directions.

Everyone seems shocked at this and Cell shouts: "HOW! How did you do that!?" While growling and I answer: "The knockback jinx. By making your ball of energy push back on your swirling ray of energy, the former blocked the path of the later. And when energy blocks energy, it explodes. It's really just that simple.
Also, if I have to go by what those guys just said, you just lost my respect. Are all your attacks really based off of designs that they created? Are you really that much of a sellout? I came here with at least a bit of respect for your power, Cell, but now, knowing this, I just wonder if there is anything – anything – that is you."

"You want me? You can have me!" Cell shouts furious and then seems to speed up his pace so much he actually vanishes. Yet thanks to years of tracking an elusive hand-sized golden ball in the middle of a huge stadium, I can actually see bits of his movement. Yet it's not enough as suddenly, the being has me in a strangle hold.
Standing right in front of me, towering over me with his impressive height and having his arms wrapped tightly around my form, the being laughs and says: "If I can't impress you with my attacks. I'll just impress and crush you with my strength." Yet because I still have my wand in my hand, do I mutter: "Think again."
The being looks shocked, probably at the fact that I can speak clearly while his arms tighten around my lungs, yet while this should cause for my illness, which I've had since birth, to spring up, do I just gasp in breath and snarl: "DEPULSO!" And the power of my banishing charm forces Cell back and to release his grip on me.

I quickly whisper: "Engorgio." While aiming my wand right over his head and while the being probably feels the spell shooting between the two parts of the crown that is strangely build on top of his head as he stands up from where he was crouching to keep himself from being blown out of the ring by my spell.
And while he was glaring at me as he was crouched, does he then smile at me and say: "That was pathetic." To which I retort: "Says you. But so far, I'm still not impressed. I came here with three plans, seven contingency plans and thirteen emergency plans. But so far, Cell, I need neither of the two latter, not from what I see here."
And thanks to the ego I had a feeling he would have, does it seem that Cell completely misses what I am actually saying, that all this is part of one of my plans. "Is that so? Well then, if I can't blast you or crush you, I'll just destroy you!" And just like last time does he actually run so fast he is nigh impossible to see.

"Why don't you catch me first?" I shout, bending down and pulling one of my most treasured belonging, a gorgeous broom made of ebony with birch twigs, from the satchel I threw to the side and before Cell can phantom what I mean, have I mounted the broom and taken off, positioning myself a few feet above the arena.
"Good thing I got that reporter gone before doing all of this." I think, yet that thought gets taken off my mind the next second as Cell proves that, like his visitors, he can actually fly without help. "Is that your actual plan? To try and fly out of my reach? I'm sorry, but you'll have to do better than that." The being cockily says.
Yet I spot a hint of annoyance in his tone and think: "I'm almost there." And so I say: "Says the creature that can't even land a hit on a teenager." And instantly Cell's face contorts, showing off how angry he really feels before he says: "Watch your language." And he flies at me yet again, yet I dodge his blow with ease.
Pulling a Corkscrew out of his aiming field, I raise my eyebrow at him, turning my broom so that I am hanging upside down just as he tries a flying kick to my face. I then push on the front of my broom and speed it up, flying away from the next folly of attacks and stay still a few feet away from the infuriated being.

"You call yourself a fighter, a challenge to my tournament, but you won't even fight back!" Cell snaps at me and thanks to the tone of his voice, do I think: "Now's my chance." And I say: "You want me to attack? Fine. have at it, Cell." And while I had been rising up as we talked, do I now divebomb straight at the being.
Cell takes a pose, but I push myself to lie flat with my broom and at the last moment swerve, flying between his left arm and left leg and dive for the ground instead. "What is that kid doing?" I hear one of the others ask, but focus on Cell as he shouts: "Come back here!" And just as I wanted, does he follow me as I dive.
Closer and closer the ground comes towards me, my focus aimed at the one bit of land my previous spell hit and just when the younger blonde kid shouts: "He's going to crash!" Do I push on the front of my broom again, causing for me to swerve and fly across the actual platform of the stadium while hanging upside down.

And the sound of a foot hitting solid ground is music to my ears. Yet when I look behind me and see Cell wanting to come after me, do I snap: "STAY RIGHT THERE, CELL!" Shocking everyone. I then turn myself around so that my feet are once more level with the ground and speak two very vital words to the monster:
"Look – down." And everyone's eyes turn to Cell, down his body and then widen as the bald guy says: "His – his foot. It- it – it's on the ground." And indeed it is. Cell's left foot, clad in a boot, is on the ground, a small extended bit of rock pressing against the very tip of his yellow clad foot, shocking everyone who sees it.
"You lose if you faint or land outside the ring. You are the one being who should respect your own rules, Cell. They are your rules and this is your tournament. Therefore, you lost and you are to respect your own decisions. The decision to leave the earth alone, were you to be beaten. Which you are, Cell. You fell for my trap and you lost."

I tell the Android, getting off my broom and putting it down beside me, while the others seemingly remain in awe that I managed this. "You – you – I'LL SHOW YOU!" Cell then shouts, shocking me as he launches another attack, this one looking a lot like his second, but then with a single beam that is purple in color.
"THAT'S FRIEZA'S DEATH BEAM!" The bald one shouts, yet I still have my wand in hand and shout back: "CELL, YOU SORE LOSER! MOBILICORPUS!" And while I hadn't really expected it to work, does my spell connect with the beam just before it hits me. Instantly I direct my wand and with that the beam.
And while everyone is amazed by this, do I aim it right at the only target I consider worthy of an attack with the name Death Beam. And while this was never my plan or intention, do I feel absolutely nothing as the deadly beam of purple energy hits the screaming android in front of me, blowing him up from the hip area and above.

Almost everyone on the side have their jaws looking slack and hanging open, the few others only slightly open mouthed as they gaze at the scene before the bald one says: "He – he – he really did it. He got Cell to – to blow himself up!" Yet then the green one seems to realize something that makes him regain himself.
"Yes, but remember! Cell has my DNA as well, my regeneration ability. If he regrows himself, his Saiyan DNA will make him even stronger." At which I think: "So that's how he gets all those attacks." Yet it also makes me very, very glad for a little something that happened late last night, something I really didn't expect.
I reach back down, grab my satchel and pull a gorgeous silver sword with rubies at the hilt and a name engraved on the side from the bag before hopping back on my broom and flying over to the still form of the monster. And while holding the broom with my legs, do I aim my wand at the being and snarl: "GLACIUS!"
And a layer of ice forms over the burned up bits that is the bottom part of Cell's torso. I then aim my wand at the sword and snap: "Incendio." And the fire that comes from my wand ignites the sword, making its form searing hot. And just in time as just before I can see cracks start to form in the ice, do I strike it.

The ice breaks, yet a shriek of pain also comes from the body before it lies still once again, legs and a bit of hips the only bits left of what was once a monster that could blow up entire islands and leave nothing in their wake but empty space for the surrounding sea to swallow up. Yet just in case, do I make sure to land inside the ring.
"What – what just happened?" The man with the black hair and the blue suit asks and the large man that has a green jump suit on says: "That boy froze Cell's body. By hitting it with something of extreme high temperature afterwards, the heat and the cold combined destroyed the cells within Cell's body that programed his regeneration."
"So that monster is no longer able to regenerate itself?" The jumpsuit guy asks and the green wearing guy answers: "That is correct. Cell is truly and utterly destroyed. He has been defeated." Which shocks the others and then the bald guy says: "Wow, we've been having trouble for weeks and this kid just goes and does it, just like that."

At which I roll my eyes and think: "That's because you seem to rely on the same abilities as Cell did. Magic is obviously not something you're used to." Yet while I am sure of this, do I also feel sure that I won't be able to use the element of surprise against any of them. Luckily enough, do they not give me the feeling I will need to.
Yet then I hear one thing I really didn't expect and I think: "Damnit, I forgot to ward this place against Muggles after that reporter left." And I turn around, throwing my wand and broom in such a way they disappear into the bag perfectly before I turn to the group standing to the side and say: "Not a word. Let me do the talking."
And just as I say this, do the reporter and his camera man arrive, both of them panting before the reporter turns to look around and asks: "Where – where's Cell?" And I answer: "Over here. And are you seriously still sure you're willing to take a risk like this?""Listen kid, if you're willing, we're willing. For the people."

The man snarls, but I roll my eyes and say: "Whatever. Just know this. I know how to fight fire with fire and that's exactly what I did. This sword had a reflective shield made of several thin layers of glass and transparent plastic formed together. And because Cell's power came from, as you call it, lightshows, I reflected those.
However, I did my research and found out that Cell was created by someone who knew how to regenerate broken and destroyed stuff. Didn't doubt that he would program Cell with such an ability so after that monster broke my shield, I managed to heat my up my sword, use a pocket-sized extinguisher to freeze Cell and –."

And with my head I motion for where Cell is lying, making the reporter cautiously approach me and freak out as he sees what is left of the being. "He – he – he – he –." The man stutters and I say: "He's gone. Done for, unable to regenerate himself and has landed outside the ring. Thus, he lost both his body and the tournament.
The Cell games are over, the world is safe. Now do me a favor and go back and report that stuff. And no, I will not give you my name, I prefer to remain anonymous. If you want to call me anything, call me the Boy-Who-Won. But do NOT show my face!" I snarl at the end, the camera man fumbling as he turns off his device.
"B-b-b-b-b-bu-bu-but the – the – the people – they – they deserve a – a hero." The reporter tries, yet I glare at him and snap: "And I deserve my privacy. Respect it." Making him cringe before the camera man asks: "Can I – take maybe – one more shot of – you know, your back?" To which I comply by showing him exactly that.

The reporter then turns to the camera himself and says: "Breaking news, folks. While we will always have our wonderful Mr. Satan to enjoy at any and every Worlds Martial Arts Tournament and other spectacular events, the world has itself a new hero. The Boy-Who-Won. That's right, folks, this brave young man beat Cell.
He is willing to stand up for the weak and innocent, but desires not the greatness that is the popularity of our own Hercule Satan. Therefore, we will only show you his back and the proof of his incredible feat of action." And while I hear their feet moving, do I move along, making sure to keep my back to the camera at all times.
"This young man truly is not one for public sightings or events, desiring to help his fellow human beings without accepting the praise and glory that comes with it. A caring, yet private young man indeed. And here it is, folks. Hold onto your stomachs and pray you haven't had lunch yet, it's not a pretty sight."

"This guy could give Rita Skeeter a run for her money." I think, keeping my face out of view of the camera and waiting for it to turn to where Cell is lying. The camera keeps aimed at this for a few minutes and when it turns back to the reporter, do I turn away again, making sure to keep my privacy at all costs.
"Well, there you have it, folks. Cell has been defeated and what's left of him is not much to write home about. What else will happen to this dastardly creature is just as unknown, but I do know one thing. The world is safe from total destruction!" And while they are miles and miles away, do I just know people are cheering loudly.
"Yes ladies and gentlemen, go out! Have fun! And enjoy the fact that you are alive and have the chance to see another day. And now, I will return to your cheering fold and anxiously await not just the wondrous festivities I am sure you are all planning, but also our next sighting of Mr. Satan at the next Worlds Martial Arts Tournament!"
And while this actually astounds me and makes me think: "A new form of a tournament almost meant the world's ending and you want to hold a new one?" Yet I don't turn to face him and just ignore his presence as he runs back around, the camera man having turned off his device before waving at me and running after him.

Bye you fools.
So, that was the first chapter. Was Harry overpowered? Maybe. Do I think magic stronger than the attacks of the DBZ franchise? Depends on the attack. Did Harry have, perhaps, too easy of a time to beat Cell? Probably. Were the Cell Games just my decision of the starting point of this story and nothing more? Definitely.
And in the next chapter, we're going to get some more conflict. I think you can all guess who is going to make an appearance next. After all, we just had our DBZ villain, now it's time to throw in a HP villain. But while he will be coming for Harry, will it NOT be Harry who will bring about his end like he just did Cell's.
Expect a twist,

Venquine1990
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