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Caulimu DC Saiyan Girl – Episode One
By
Celgress
Somewhere outside of the Multiverse
The Entity known as the Spectre stirred from its moment of slumber. It had heard the deep desire of the Saiyan Warriors Goku and Vegeta that something is saved of their universe and those others which had perished after their elimination from Tournament of Power and subsequent erasure. Typically the Spectre would not trouble itself with such trivial matters, however, these same Saiyan Warriors in their many incarnations had prevented much imbalance from troubling the Multiverse making its job easier. Thus, the Spectre acquiesced in restoring two of the most promising beings from the erased universes to life and combining them into one entity; the female Saiyan known as Caulifla and Vegeta's mate the brilliant scientist Bulma. Spectre sent this new entity to one of the many versions of Earth inhabited by the Justice League.
The Desert Southwest of the United States of America on Earth mid-Summer, afternoon
The freshly resurrected composite entity opened her eyes. Her head felt strange. The contents of her brain fuzzy. She surveyed her soundings with curiosity her mind filled with a swirl of confusing images that made no sense. She found she stood alone in an enormous desert that stretched for many miles in every direction. Who was she? How had she gotten here? Where exactly was here?
She did not know nor could she have known but her disorientated state was a byproduct of her resurrection fusion. Mortal bodies made of flesh and blood were fragile things. Rapid changes often temporarily impaired aspects of their functionality.
"Hello," She said no one answered. "It would seem I'm alone. Wherever I am. Whoever I am. What am I? Guess I better take a look around." Without knowing how she did so she took to the air. "I can fly?" She wondered in awe. "Well, this certainly will make things much easier."
For the next three days, the young woman with the spiky black and blue mixed hair wondered the desolate landscape helping where she could. Still, a feeling of longing overcame her when one day she spotted a crumbled newspaper called the Daily Planet. Somehow she knew without being sure how she knew that she belonged where more people lived. An expression of determination on her face she sped towards the direct she sensed the newspaper originated from, a city called Metropolis.
A Far Away Planet, dusk
With a painful lurch, Zamasu returned to material existence. Although he could not have known so his presence in this dimension was due to Bulma's and Caulifla's resurrection on Earth a few days before. The forces that governed the Cosmos detested imbalance of any kind. For each action, there was always an equal and opposite reaction: yin and yang, hot and cold, night and day, life and death, good and evil. Caulimu being an agent of good necessitated an agent of evil to be her counterpart in this universe. It was the way of things.
Zamasu's hands patted down his form. Drat, he was was back in his original body. The form he had taken from Goku was gone. All that training for nothing. He grimaced unhappily. What a shame.
"Back to the drawing board." He sighed to himself.
Zamasu remained committed to his Zero Mortal Plan. It may seem drastic but it was the only way he could rid the Multiverse of the scourge of chaos mortals represented. Press the cosmic reset button as it were. Once mortals were gone he would start over again by creating new creatures that reflected his enlightened perfection. Creatures who would not frequently err whenever given a choice. But first, he must learn where he was and how much time had elapsed since his defeat at the hands of those filthy ningens Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks. Oh, how he detested them.
"Arrogant mortal scum," Zamasu muttered. "How dare they defy the will of a god."
Begrudgingly Zamasu conceded that the mortals he had dealt with possessed an uncanny ingenuity. An ability for mischief that allowed them to undermine the most elegant of divinely inspired designs, including his own. Zamasu vowed he would never again underestimate any mortal he came across. Next time he implemented his plan he would take every possible precaution before facing his opposition on the field of battle.
Zamasu whistled an eerie tone as he walked away hands clasped behind his back from the spot where he had returned to existence. Schemes of enacting divine justice danced through his head. Next time he would enact his Zero Mortal Plan to perfection. None would stand in his way.
Metropolis mid-Summer, afternoon
The half Saiyan warrior surveyed the bustling city below with passing interest. She was unsure if she had ever seen anything like it before. Dammit, why couldn't she remember who she was or where she came from? Everything was jumbled together in a confusing kaleidoscope of disjointed images and sounds. She knew she had been a wife and mother, no, that wasn't right. She had never taken a mate preferring to maintain her independence, or was that also wring? Her head hurt every time she tried to make sense of it all. Other than her desire to test her skills in combat and more vague desire to help others she knew nothing of herself. She gritted her teeth and gave a futile sigh of frustration at her situation. She scowled, what was wrong with her? Why was her mind such a mess? Who was she really?
She was aware of one other thing about herself. She was different than other people she had met since arriving here. She had discovered this during her second fight with a couple of young punks who were attempting to rob a gas station. One of the two attempted to stab her with a knife but blade bent rather than penetrate her skin. The pair had then babbled something about her being a "Kryptonian" or some sort of "metahuman", whatever the hell those were before she easily disarmed and incapacitated them.
She was pulled from her pondering when she spotted a commotion at a bank directly below her position. Something told her she better check it out. She zipped down and entered the structure where she discovered four masked men holding a group of people hostage while two other masked men cleaned out the vault behind the teller windows of all its cash.
"What the hell are you suppose to be?" One of the masked men said noticing the strange young woman.
"I don't care what she is. She's hot." Another of the masked men said. His eyes slid over her form drinking in her tight curves which were clearly visible through her skimpy outfit comprised of lavender vest top and purple harem pants. "Hey, hottie what say you and me hit the sheets after me and my crew is finished here?"
"Pfft, I doubt you could satisfy me in the 'sheets' pal. I like them bigger." She said gesturing at the man's sawed-off shotgun. "You're tool comes up a tad short, if you know what I mean."
"Burn," Another of the masked men laughed. "She sure told you eh Tom?"
"Shut up Larry!" The second masked man said.
"Shut up both of you! We agreed on no real names, remember!?" Another of the masked men said.
"Sorry Bill," Larry said.
"Shut up, shut up!" Bill shouted.
She could not help but laugh. "You guys are too much. Thanks, I needed to lighten my mood."
"Mock us will you! Eat our bullets, you bitch!" Bill yelled. He fired his sawed-off shotgun at the young woman hitting her straight in her chest to no ill effect. She did not even flinch from the impact.
"Now that wasn't very nice. Didn't your mothers show you how to treat a lady right?" She said with a frown. "Guess not, looks like I need to teach you myself."
Fast as lightning she disarmed the four robbers by bending their weapons into pretzels and knocking each out with a single punch. She next did the same to the robbers in the vault. Finally, she freed the hostages who were tied up in a corner.
"Thank you," Said an older woman who was the branch manager.
"No need for thanks. Teaching those jackasses humility was a pleasure." She said.
"Who are you?" The older woman asked.
"My name is um, eh, Bul, Cal, ah, Caulimu (CA-LOU-MA)?" She wondered more than answered. "I'm a Saiyan Warrior." She added almost without thinking as another part of her memory returned. She heard fast approaching sirens. "I should go."
"Wait, is there any way we can thank you? A reward perhaps?" The older woman asked.
"No," Caulimu said with a smirk. "I enjoyed laying out those pompous creeps. It was a nice warm up."
Caulimu flew away all the while several of the former hostages and onlookers outside snapped pictures and captured video footage of her with their smartphones. News spread rapidly that that was a new superhero or more exactly a new superheroine in town and that she was a "Saiyan Warrior" named Caulimu. Her arrival did not go unnoticed. Both Superman his associates in the Justice League, as well as Superman's archenemy Lex Luthor, vowed to locate this mysterious new arrival ASAP. Neither Luthor nor Superman nor anyone else on Earth had any idea that the appearance of Caulimu in Metropolis would hail one of the greatest crisis their universe would ever face for on a distant world another individual appeared.
Twenty Minutes Later
Caulimu did not travel far from the bank before a more worthy challenger appeared, the mad creature of metal known as Metallo. Caulimu landed next to the cyborg villain who stood atop a building on which was mounted a huge sign that read - "Daily Planet". She regarded the silver colored skeleton type robot from several feet away with interest. He was powerful that much she could sense and the technology required to create him was equally impressive to her in its own way.
"Who are you? Where is Superman?" Metallo asked the spiky-haired young woman.
"I'm Caulimu. I don't know any Superman." Caulimu said hands on her hips.
"Go away little girl," Metallo said waving Caulimu off with one of his long-fingered hands. "I want Superman, not some wannabe superhero. Unless he arrives to answer my summons during the next five minutes I'll level this city and kill everyone in it."
"Is that so," Caulimu said unimpressed by Metallo's threat.
"That is so," Metallo said.
"Wrong answer, you only think that is so," Caulimu said.
"Pardon me," Metallo said.
"I'm going to stop you," Caulimu said confidently.
"I'd laugh at your boost if I still could. Leave before I destroy you, little girl." Metallo said.
Now angered Caulimu surged forward. Her right fist impacted with Metallo's chest plate, where she speculated his organic brain might be stored, denting it deeply. Metallo staggered backward a step. Caulimu jump kicked him in his head leaving behind another dent this time in his left cheek. Metallo spun around in a circle. Caulimu threw another punch but Metallo caught her fist in his hand he squeezed hard. Caulimu cried out in pain.
"Foolish little girl. I am the mighty Metallo. You are nothing compared to me." Metallo said slamming his free fist into Caulimu's midsection winding her.
"We'll see about that," Caulimu said wincing as she dropped down to one knee.
With a grunt of effort, Caulimu ripped Metallo's right arm from its socket. She then smashed his dismembered arm over his head. In retaliation Metallo quickly formed a basketball-sized sphere of sizzling green energy in his left hand. He threw it at Caulimu. Metallo was stunned a moment later when Caulimu swatted the sphere away as if it were nothing. Caulimu failed to notice the sphere hit an adjacent building which exploded into flames.
Arriving back in Metropolis after a mission with the Justice League Superman spotted the burning building. Over the course of the next several minutes he busied himself getting civilians out of the inferno, Meanwhile, Caulimu and Metallo continued to duke it out. Metallo getting the worse of their exchange. By the time Superman arrived on the Daily Planet Building Metallo had lost the use of his left eye and his right leg could not fully bend. By way of comparison, Caulimu had only suffered a few minor bruises to her face. It was obvious to any objective observer who had won their bout.
"I want a word with you," Superman said to Caulimu a stern expression on his face as he landed between the combatants.
"Who me?" Caulimu asked thoroughly confused.
"Yes, you," Superman said. "Do you have any idea how many innocent people could have been hurt or worse if I had not happened by when you deflected Metallo's energy attack into the highrise next door? Do you even care?"
"I can't believe this! It was an accident!" Caulimu exclaimed incredulously. "He's the bad guy here not me!"
"That doesn't matter. You were reckless and put innocent people at risk." Superman said.
"Wonderful," Caulimu groaned. "He's escaped." Metallo had exploited the occasion of Superman's lecture on morals to slink away unnoticed. "I had him on the ropes. He was beaten until you showed up! Forget it, I'll go stop him. You stay here and moralize some more."
Caulimu went airborne. She had only traveled a few feet, however, when Superman grabbed her leg. He held her in place much to her chagrin.
"Let go of me! Do you understand, I need to find him!" Caulimu shouted.
"Not until I've impressed upon you the potential consequences of your actions. I will not let you or anyone else endanger the people of this city. Protecting them is my responsibility." Superman said.
"Talk is cheap," Caulimu said with a smirk. "I prefer action." She kicked Superman in his face breaking his grip on her leg. With an angry glare, Superman took off into the air in pursuit of Caulimu.
Superman and Caulimu darted through the air above Metropolis exchanging blows. The shockwaves generated from these powerful punches and kicks shattered windows below and set off car alarms. Spectators in the streets gathered to watch the sky battle.
"You're strong I'll give you that," Superman said.
"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself," Caulimu said. 'Not half bad by far.' She added silently to herself. Her eyes took in the bulging muscles of Superman that were accentuated by his form-fitting blue and red costume along with his chiseled chin and baby blue eyes. 'Mommy likes,' she thought licking her lips. He reminded her of someone she had once known but could not quite remember no matter how desperately she wanted to. 'Too bad we are enemies.'
"You have power but what about technique?" Superman asked.
"I have technique for days, hot stuff," Caulimu said winking at Superman.
Was she flirting with him? Granted, she was rather attractive but this was not the time to indulge such thoughts. Superman shook his head. This strange young woman was full of surprises.
"Prove it," Superman said with a rare grin.
Superman began to throw blows more cautiously and with greater precision. He also attempted to block his opponent's strikes. He soon discovered Caulimu was no mere brute but a skilled combatant. Half an hour of nonstop action later both Superman and Caulimu were growing weary. Superman wracked his brain. He could not remember the last time he had faced such a powerful, skilled and determined foe. The only beings in his vast experience who compared to Caulimu were the likes of Doomsday and the late Darkseid and the only one who exceeded her was Brainiac Prime.
"Truce," Superman huffed and puffed while calling a timeout.
"C'mon I was just getting warmed up," Caulimu said also huffing and puffing.
"You actually enjoy this?" Superman asked.
"Don't you?" Caulimu said with a smirk. One Superman could not help but return.
"I'm Kal-El of Krypton, but everyone calls me Superman," Superman said extending his hand in friendship.
"Caulimu a Saiyan Warrior, and everyone calls me, well, Caulimu, I guess," Caulimu said grasping his arm. "But you can call me whatever you want hot stuff."
Superman could not help but blush. "Ahem, yeah, there are some people I'd like you to meet Caulimu." It would seem he had found the one he sought for the past several days.
"Taking me to meet your parents already? Ah, I'm flattered." Caulimu said.
Superman blushed more deeply. He averted his eyes from Caulimu for a moment. "Just ah follow me okay."
"Sure thing hot stuff," Caulimu said.
"Er um, and could you please call me Superman or Kal-El not 'hot stuff'?" Superman said.
"Maybe," Caulimu said. The pair flew away from the city Superman in the lead.
The Planet Apokolips one week later, afternoon
Apokolips had been engulfed by a devastating war since the Justice League had slain Darkseid a year ago. 'Curse them,' The broken down warrior thought. Different factions now vied for powers unable to vanquish each other. Out of the fog of chemical weapons leisurely strolled a single figure.
"What an uninspiring place," Zamasu said kicking aside a hunk of slag metal that was once the helmeted head of a soldier. Zamasu spied the lone survivor of the latest battle. "I hear you have information I might find interesting."
The soldier stared at Zamasu dumbfounded. "Who are you?" He stammered.
"Me," Zamasu said feigning humility. "Why I am only Zamasu Greatest of Gods and future ruler of all creation."
"What do you want with me?" The soldier asked.
"With you nothing," Zamasu said. "Haven't you been listening ningen? I come seeking information. What do you know of the Anti-Life Equation?" Zamasu inquired. He had discovered the existence of the supposed Anti-Life Equation on another planet three days before. Thanks to the proficiency of his power of Instantaneous Movement Zamasu could literally go anywhere in his current universe (or any other in which he found himself for that matter) he desired with a mere thought, assuming he, of course, knew the general location of his target.
"I only know that my former lord Darkseid sought it out before he was murdered by Superman and his friends in the Justice League, curse them. May they soon fall." The soldier said his words laced with venom. "With it, Darkseid could have controlled all life in the universe. Perhaps even destroyed life itself, or so the legends state."
"Where can this Anti-Life Equation be found?" Zamasu asked.
"My late lord Darkseid thought the Guardians of Oa, who operate the Green Lantern Corps, may have some idea of its location." The soldier said.
"Is there anything else I should know?" Zamasu inquired.
"I possess no further information regarding the matter." The soldier said.
"Well, then our interaction is at an end," Zamasu said. He drew the soldier into a close embrace. "Receive your reward. Have the honor of being the first mortal who tastes my blade in this universe." A blade of light blue energy formed around Zamasu's right hand eviscerating the soldier instantly.
"Why, I helped you?" The soldier moaned as Zamasu withdrew his energy blade.
"Because you're a filthy ningen. All ningens must die. There is no place for your corrupt kind in my perfect cosmos to come." Zamasu said. The soldier's body joined those of his equally dead comrades on the rocky ground at Zamasu's feet. Zamasu clasped his hands behind his back. Next stop Oa.
To Be Continued
Author's Note -
Following extensive consultations with my creative consultant Gaara King of the Sands, I've decided to redo this story with a Bulma/Caulifla fusion instead and to slow the pace moving forward so as to allow for more character development and world building. I hope those who followed my first version of DC Saiyan Girl will follow this version as well.