Here's another Legion of Superheroes fan-fic.

Disclaimer: The Prince and the Pauper belongs to Walt Disney, and Legion of Superheroes belongs to Warner Brothers, and the characters from that and any other DC character I use belongs to DC Comics and their respective creators.

Prince Kal-El and Clark Kent

Chapter 1: Just Like the King

For many years, England was ruled by a wise and good king, and the people flourished and were very happy. But eventually, the good king became ill and darkness fell over the countryside. As the king grew weaker, his general of the guard, a ruthless and cruel man named Zod, saw his chance to rob and terrorize the people of England. And worst of all, he did it in the king's name. It seemed that no one could save the kingdom of England from the thieving Captain Zod and his ruthless henchmen. Until one day several years after the king became ill.

()()()()()

Clark Kent and his dear friend Garth Ranzz were talking by their snow cone cart in winter as Clark held up several old twigs.

"Kindling." Clark said. "Fresh kindling, right here. Can't cook dinner without fire… Right?

No one bought a single stick of firewood, and Clark's stomach roared in anguish. He hadn't had a decent meal in months and just barely survived on what he and Garth shared.

"Man, I'm hungry." Clark said as he rubbed his stomach.

"Snow cones." Garth said. "Snow cones here. We've got all kinds of flavors. We have plain, lime, and lemon."

No one came here either.

"So Garth how's business?" Clark asked.

"If no one takes any of this stuff soon, I'm gonna have to eat these myself." Garth grumbled.

"Well it could be worse." Clark said optimistically. "Come on pal, secret handshake."

Garth and Clark shook hands, high fived each other, and did an Egyptian style of dancing for a few seconds and put their heads together.

"You always knew how to cheer me up, man." Garth said with a smile.

"Trust me." Clark said with a smile as he felt in his heart it was true. "One of these days, we'll be eating just like the king. We'll have lots of turkey and ham and potatoes and corn and-"

"Ice cream, cookies, and pie!" Garth finished with a smile.

"Fruit tarts and cobblers as piled as high as Garth." Clark called out.

"Give me a suckling pig to make my belly big." Garth said with a smile.

"I'm just a little guy." Clark said as he took a spare wheel and held it out. "Give me a pizza pie."

"I'd have a happy place next to the fire place." Garth said as he knelt by the butcher's.

"I'd like a hat to wear." Clark said as he put a bucket over his head for a laugh.

"And thermal underwear." Garth said with a gasp as a winter wind rushed by.

Garth then put an old rag around Clark's neck like a cloak as Peter held up an unsold piece of wood.

It would be appealing,

Just to have the royal feeling.

Doing everything a little bit like a king.

"Like a king!" Garth called out.

"Like a king!" Clark replied.

"Just a little bit like a king." They both repeated.

I . . . Would love to live just like a king! (Just a little like… Just little bit like…)

Just then, Captain Zod and his men, who many nicknamed, the Disciples of Zod, drove by in a large carriage. As it passed, Clark sighed and knelt beside the castle wall. It couldn't hurt too badly to see inside.

"Hello?" Clark asked as he knocked.

"Who goes there?" A skinny woman with brown hair asked.

"I'd just like to-" Clark began when he saw the woman gasp and open the door.

"Come right inside." The woman said with an oily manner.

"Wow." Clark said. "Thanks."

Clark had never really had too much experience with the guards, so maybe all his and Garth's friends just exaggerated.

()()()()()

As the prince left, Ursa sighed with relief when Captain Zod stepped on her foot, and she felt like a lion had stepped on it instead of a slim man.

"What do you think this is, Lieutenant Ursa?" Captain Zod asked. "An open house?"

"But sir that was the prince." Ursa explained.

"Then who's that Lieutenant?!" Captain Zod snapped as he held Ursa up to the window, and she saw the outline of Prince Kal-El sitting in his class.

Well that was a nice beginning, wouldn't you say?