"Uhg, did anyone get the number of that truck," young Harry Potter asked as his eyes blinked open to stare at the starch white ceiling above his head. With a jolt he bolted upright, twisting his head to the left and then to the right in search of the shade that had attacked him only to find nothing, absolutely nothing. A white void spread out in front of him as far as his eye could bright emerald eyes could see. He could only stare in amazement as he climbed to his feet and realized that he was seemingly standing on thin air, the white void dropping beneath him just as far as it stretched around and above him.

"My apologies, young Harry, but it was no truck that struck you," a calming voice spoke from nearby. Harry spun around to see someone standing behind him who had not been there before. She was tall with pale blue skin and long white hair that fell down her back in a ponytail while her bangs were combed to the side of her face and hung to her waist. She was wearing a dress that started off red at her buttoned collar before opening to across her chest and closing again, forming a shape like a tie and turning black as it fanned out around her legs. Black gloves covered her arms from her biceps to her fingertips and a black staff was clutched in her left hand and was topped with a black swirling orb. "You are currently unconscious in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, but your mind is free to roam and has brought you here."

Harry looked around in confusion. So he was in some sort of coma back at Hogwarts and his mind was wandering. Did that mean that all this was in his head? If that was true then he could change the boring white void couldn't he? Almost on cue the white void began to change as the Great Hall of Hogwarts formed around them, though the floor and walls now showed into the depths of space as stars and galaxies twinkled at the pair standing in the middle of the room. The tables and chairs were made of glittering purple crystals and the ceiling showed through to a bright universe filled with planets and a long stone road that he couldn't see the beginning or ending too.

"Most impressive," the woman said as she walked along the tables and up to the Headmaster's throne before taking a seat so gracefully Harry thought she might have been a queen or something. Somehow the halo around her neck that matched her skin color didn't get caught on the back of the chair at all and he was sure if he had tried it he'd have choked himself. "My name is Paloma and I am here to offer you a choice."

The young wizard blinked at the woman and then looked around the oddly beautiful Great Hall. Honestly he couldn't think of what sort of choice she could offer him if he was trapped in his own mind while laying in the hospital wing. Maybe it had something to do with when he woke up, or maybe he was just delusional and he was actually dying, alone in that dark room beneath the school in front of the Mirror of Erised. "I don't know if this is real or not, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to hear what you have to say."

"Attaboy," Paloma said kindly as she released her staff and allowed it to float beside the chair, standing on point without any hassle at all. "We are offering you a chance to put your mind to use while you are waiting for your magic to refill itself enough to wake you up. You will wake up in a body the same age as the one you have now. You can have a whole life of adventures and make a whole bunch of friends while helping to save the world and then you'll wake back in the hospital bed as though nothing had happened."

"So, it's a way to keep my mind occupied while I recover," Harry simplified. It certainly wasn't a bad idea nd he wouldn't mind not standing around in this strange version of Hogwarts for three days. "What sort of adventures will I have? This last one didn't exactly work out that well if I'm unconscious and your making me this offer to begin with."

"Well that would be completely up to you," she said with a smile. "This offer was not an easy one to come, Harry. It took a lot of begging and pleading from two very desperate souls to see it pushed through for you. It isn't often that one has such devoted parents that even in the afterlife they push for you to be happy and you do deserve to be happy, Harry."

The wizard turned away, feeling his eyes beginning to water. If this was true then it was something his parents wanted him to do had gone to apparent angels to ask if it could be done. Or if it was just a delusion it was his subconscious telling him to be happy that he deserved to be happy, something very few people in his felt he deserved. Wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his robe and not bothering to question why he was in his school robe when he hadn't faced Voldemort in it, he turned around and gave the concerned looking angel a watery smile. "I guess I can accept then."

"Great," Paloma said with a smile as she swept to sand back up from the throne and snatched her staff back up. "Your mind will be placed inside a spare body that we have floating about and give you incredible powers. It will be up to you to learn to use those powers and the skills needed to put them to use."

"Wait a second," Harry interrupted her. "Are you saying that I'll be taking over someone else's body?"

The angel though waved away his concern. "Not so much. The world in which you are going to has many failed timelines that had to be erased. This body is from one of those but his main timeline counterpart is still alive and kicking somewhere in the universe. Think of it like moving into a new house. You know someone lived there before you but they moved out and now its all yours."

Harry paused for a moment to bite his lip before nodding.

"Excellent! Now you will wake up on a new world on top of what is called the Lookout. A lot of people are gathering there in order to prepare for a threat on the world and they'll be able to help you get control of your new abilities," she instructed him.

"Thank you Miss Paloma," Harry said with his smile back on his face. "Now, how do I get there from here?"

Paloma smiled down at the boy before she lifted her staff above her head. She gave it a few swings before she gently brought it down, bopping the eleven year old wizard on the head. Her teal eyes watched as he looked up at her in astonishment and began to fade away leaving the, in her opinion, stunning Great Hall to revert back to the cold void that had existed before their arrival. With a calm sigh at a job well done she tapped her staff against the floor and vanished in a rainbow of light returning to her station on the fringes of the universe.

When Harry woke up he saw he starch white ceiling above and groaned. He should have known it was too good to be true. Sitting up he felt the soft white linen sheets fall to pool around his waist and put his face into his hands. He felt horrible though, he noticed, as though his entire body was just drained of all its energy. Even the thought of climbing out of bed made him groan with the effort he knew it would take. Grumbling he ran a hand through his messy black hair, but noticed something was wrong. His hair was a lot longer than it used to be, as though he had been asleep for close to a year with the amount of growth it had gained.

Lowering his hands away from his face he blinked and nearly shouted when he realized he could see perfectly well without his glasses. Throwing off the covers he made to stand but found himself falling to the floor as his legs turned to jelly beneath him. Whatever was draining him was still taking its toll and it took his teeth gritting in determination just to be able to stand. That was when another revelation made itself known as he saw something brown and furry just out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slowly he spotted a tail, a tail that his eyes followed down as far as they could and he had to feel around is backside with his hands to find where it connected to his spine.

As the shock flooded his system that he now had a tail, he collapsed back onto the bed, the last of his built up energy fading away. His breath was coming in rasping breaths as he tried to fight off the blackness edging in on his vision. A terrifying roar nearly put him down before the feeling of gnawing hunger registered, he knew that feeling well thanks to the Dursleys, but hadn't experienced it once since arriving at Hogwarts.

His confusion only grew as he saw someone step into the room. A dark skinned man just a little taller themself stood there with wide unblinking eyes. A turban was tied around his head, hiding any hair it might have had but his pointed ears far more prominent than they probably would have been otherwise. A red vest with gold trim was pulled over his large exposed belly while gold bands were fit into place across his upper arms. A red sash was wrapped around where his belly was its biggest and hid the top of a pair of white pants that ended at the tops of his red pointed shoes.

"I'm glad to see you are awake," the strange man said as he move into the room with a smile pulling at his thick red lips. "It was quite a surprise when Kami found you and brought you back to the lookout, but at the moment we need all the help we can get, if you are here to help anyway. My name is Mr. Popo, the caretaker here on the Lookout and assistant to the Guardian of Earth."

Harry's head swam and he strained to lift an arm to place rub his forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm just, not feeling well at the moment. What is a Kami and where am I exactly?"

Mr Popo didn't seem at all bothered by the rude question and ignoring his introduction, the boy had said sorry after all. With a steady hand though he produced what seemed to Harry to be a dark green lima bean and held it out to him. "This is a senzu bean, a magical healing bean that will resupply your energy and cease your hunger for three days, well, unless you're anything like Goku in which case you'll be hungry again in an hour."

Harry was too tired to argue and after all, he hadn't gotten too far into herbology to know if such a bean existed or not. Honestly he thought the class was rather boring, but Neville seemed to like it well enough. Taking the weird bean Harry turned it over in his hand before popping it into his mouth and chewing. The hard bean crunched in between his teeth and was rather hard to swallow dry but he managed well enough.

The change was nearly instantaneous as Harry leaped out of the bed with a sudden burst of energy. He idly wondered if this was what kids who got sugar rushes felt like as he felt he could run further and faster then ever. The energy was there, overflowing even as a white aura unlike anything Harry had ever seen before erupted around him in his excitement. Even the long hair on the back of his neck lifted in the sudden rush of wind radiating from him and his tail, that was still freaky, wrapped itself around his waist like a belt.

"Now, to answer your questions, Kami is the being most people refer as God down below. He watches over the world and takes care of its people, stepping in personally when it is required of him," Mr Popo said casually. "You are currently on the Lookout, the home to those who take up the role of Kami so they may oversee the world. At the moment, we do not have a Kami anymore, a terrible threat has arrived and his sacrificed was required to attempt to stop it."

Harry thought back to what the white haired angel woman had said, that there was people here to help prepare for a threat and would be able to teach him how to use his powers in this body. "She said, a group of people would be here to get ready to face a threat, that they could help me learn how to use these powers."

"I do not know who this She is, but you are correct," the dark skinned man agreed. "The warriors who have protected this world for nearly twenty years are here to use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in order to get a full year of training done in a single day. Two have already gone in, Vegeta, the Prince of what few Saiyans still exist and his son, Trunks. I am honestly surprised that Son Goku hasn't felt you out already and come to see you. Come along, if there is anyone who can help you, it would most likely be him and his son, Gohan."

Harry wrung his hands as he followed the strange man through the white marble halls. Would they be nice? He hoped he hadn't made the wrong decision when talking to the Angel but honestly he had never felt more confused in his life.

"So, what is your name," Mr Popo asked as he lead the two through the lookout, seemingly taking turns and going through doorways at random.

"Harry, Harry Potter," the young boy answered. "I'm sorry for my lack of manners earlier, I just, well there really is no excuse. I'm just confused by everything that is going on."

"That is understandable," Mr Popo said with a reassuring smile over his shoulder. "Waking up in a weird place surrounded by people you don't know would be upsetting for me as well. And don't worry, while Piccolo and Vegeta may take a while to warm up to you, the others are exceptionally friendly. Especially when they notice that you are a saiyan and a child at that. So far only a handful of them have been found, two of their numbers have died in recent years while attacking the world, but the others put a stop to them, but you don't seem the evil sort to me."

It seemed like that was the moment Mr. Popo had been waiting for as he lead Harry out into the blinding sunlight. The young wizard had to cover his eyes at first against the harsh glare of the sun against the white marble tiles and the glittering golden trim and baubles of the Lookout. After a few seconds he was able to make out the rows of plants and trees that formed a walk way up to where they were standing and a little further away was a group of people who were looking at him and Mr. Popo with confusion.

"Hey, I didn't know Mr. Popo had a kid up here," the lone woman on the Lookout said as she stepped toward the pair. Her blue hair was cut even with her chin and framed her face rather well. A dark burgundy long sleeve shirt hung loosely off her top and a pair of blue jeans were held fast by a belt around her thin waist. A young baby was in her hands and cooed at her even while she took in the young boy behind Popo with a concerned eye only a mother possesses.

Harry took the moment to look down at himself, noting the brown shirt hanging off one shoulder and tied at the waist with rope. His pants were a dingy white as though they hadn't been washed in a very long time and a pair of simple brown boots covered his feet. He blushed as he was reminded of the hand-me-downs he often got from his cousin back home and carefully tried to hide himself behind the much larger djinn.

"Young Harry here was one of the last good deeds by Kami before he fused with Piccolo," Mr Popo said stepping away from the youth so he was back in the spotlight. "He was found next to a Saiyan pod near the Yunzabit Heights. He was brought here to recuperate and has only just awoken and had a senzu bean."

"Hello," Harry said blushing as everyone was looking at him. He gave a slight wave to the woman who was looking at him. He was nearly forced to jump back though as the only other boy his age on the Lookout nearly seemed to appear right in front of him. He had never seen anyone move that fast in his life and he would almost say the other boy teleported to get that close to him.

"Hi, my name's Gohan," the kid said with a grin. His black hair stuck up like Harry's but he was wearing a purple shirt and pants with a red sash. He definitely seemed friendly to Harry and he couldn't help but smile back at the kids enthusiasm. "This is Bulma and the baby is Trunks. And that guy over there in the orange gi is my father, Goku."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Harry said kindly as he looked around at them. "I hope you don't mind but I was hoping I could maybe help? I just need some help training, or at least that's what Miss Paloma told me before she sent me here."

Gohan seemed to brighten up at the idea of having someone else his age sticking around. "Sure, we can help you out! What do you know how to do? Your power is already really high! What do you think, Dad, can Harry here train with us."

Both boys turned toward the orange clad man who up to this point hadn't said a word. His face was a motionless mask as he sat in silence with his eyes closed. Though now he stood up a rather intense look on his face. "Gohan, go down to Korin's Tower and get some Senzu Beans. I need to go get Tien and Piccolo before Cell destroys them."

"R-right," Gohan said just before his dad vanished in front of all their eyes. Looking back at Harry he gave the other boy a rather sheepish smile. "Don't worry, dad is just sort of stressed out with everything that is going on. I'm sure once everyone is safe you'll get to see what he is really like. I need to go though, if he's using his Instant Transmission he might just get back before I do."

Harry could only watch in amazement as the white aura that had surrounded him earlier sprung to life around the other boy before he seemed to jump into the sky and then just keep going. Without a broom or anything he watched as Gohan fulfilled one of his greatest desires in life and flew toward the edge of the Lookout before disappearing down beyond its rim. His green eyes blinked in amazement before he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder pulling his attention to the blue haired woman who had walked up behind him.

"Come on Harry, I didn't just come up here for small talk. I have some changes of clothes for everyone and you might want to get changed before everyone else shows up," she said kindly before motioning the boy to follow her toward the strangest little yellow airplane Harry had ever seen. It had a white logo on the side with two giant Cs, one bigger than the other and the smaller one inside the bigger. "I'm sort of dating Vegeta and I figured after he got done training he'd want some new armor so I've been designing some Saiyan armor that is a bit more sturdy than the usual variety."

Harry blinked in confusion at the word that everyone kept using over and over again. "Excuse me, Miss Bulma, but what exactly is a Saiyan?"

Author's Note: Hi guys! I know its been a long time since I've posted anything but life has been busy and I apologize for that. However, I have been shooting ideas back and forth trying to find that one gem that just called to me and I think I have found it, thankfully. Now, I won't make any promises but I will tell you my intent. This story is meant to go from the Cell Games to the Tournament of Power, with some alterations to the timeline. I also have some ideas for the sequel when Harry wakes up in the infirmary, but nothing is set in stone yet and we'll have to see how it goes. I hope you all the best.

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