For anyone who has decided to come and start reading this part of the story and have no read the first saga, I suggest you read that one first, "The Saiyan-Freiza Saga."
Now, we are here moving on with the mainstream part of this crossover series. Which is still going along with spin off paying attention to General Zod. But it looks like Zod will be the least of their worries, as there is someone else who carries just as much, or more, ambition for conquest. Vandel Savage.
Side note; here in Texas, they finally released Dragonball Z; Battle of Gods in theaters. Now I enjoyed as it was fun to watch it on the big screen. Word of advice to not be wearing a shirt with a bold Superman shield and say out loud at the end of the movie, "Superman could have handled it better!"
Okay anyways… This is; the Savage Cyborgs & Cell Saga!
In a bright place, a place with a light that could be compared with no other. This reality was split into different realms, all filled with different life-forms. Whether they be humans, aliens, or even the creatures that could be considered simple beasts. All in their respected realms which they had the freedom of choosing which realm they felt more comfortable with to live their existence in. This place was where all great souls are taken when they finally have eternal rest. This was Heaven.
There was one individual, a pale man in brown robe as cloth, and feathery wings attached to his back. This individual was setting on his own sharpening his sword. With every stroke of the blade sharpener, there was fire released. This angel of the Pax Dei Eagle Host, was known as Zauriel, a former guardian angel for many female human souls of Earth.
Zauriel was thinking back to when he was in mortal flesh form and once fought alongside other champions of Earth and the rest of God's creation. Now, that realm of multiverse was gone due to a natural course of destruction. The souls of the universe Zauriel spent his time in, they were all taken to their respected places they deserved to spend the rest of their existence in. However, Zauriel, being an angel, there technically was no eternal peace for him. This angel of the Eagle Host, now waited for any given assignment from a higher authority.
"Zauriel, guardian angel of the Eagle Host," someone called to him.
Zauriel stopped sharpening his sword, and looked up to see the Phantom Stranger floating in the air above him. The angel stood up, still keeping his grip on the handle of his sword.
"The Phantom Stranger. What do I owe the pleasure," Zauriel addressed.
"The Presence has a task for you," the Phantom Stranger simply said.
Zauriel was silent for a second, when the Stranger stated, The Presence, as in the angel's number one authority.
"But… our multiverse has…," Zauriel would be interrupted.
"It is another universe of another multiverse of another creation, which the Presence wants for you to take journey to. You shall regain your status as guardian angel for a female soul," the Phantom Stranger explained.
"Guardian angel? Ha, I know I have been alive for a near eternity and it was only a few years since I dropped that position. But it actually feels like forever since then," Zauriel commented.
"You can handle it. As you have been able to succeed in many scenarios when you were mortal flesh, fighting alongside Earth's champions," the Phantom Stranger said.
"Speaking of the Earth's champions, is the universe I am going to be transferred to the one where… survivors straggled to?" Zauriel asked.
The Phantom Stranger nodded silently and then said, "You are aware of the evil that also escaped the natural destruction. It is there. The soul in mortal flesh you will be protecting, you will be guiding her to be a combatant medic to the champions of that reality."
"Well then," Zauriel inserted his sword back into the hold. "What are we waiting for?"
"There is someone else who will be joining us. He is waiting in the Purgatory realm," the Phantom Stranger said.
"Why isn't he… wait, please don't tell me. No," Zauriel repeated of the possible person who will be joining him.
By the blink of the eye, the Phantom Stranger and Zauriel appeared in a grey barren land.
"You have brought the angel," a rough voice asked.
Zauriel turned around to see a familiar face, a yellow monstrosity in red clothing with a purple cloak.
"Etrigan," Zauriel addressed with a mixture of respect for the demon that fought for the side of good.
"To that name, I make my claim to my share of chaos," Etrigan took a bow as introducing himself in a gentleman manner.
"You and your rhymes almost burn me, just from sight and hearing," Zauriel said.
"Much I could do with the feathers of the wings of an angel. Good for picking out the meat stuck in between my teeth," Etrigan retaliated.
"You know what," Zauriel was about to say something back, but would be interrupted.
"Enough. You two maybe the symbolic individuals of your realms. But now, you coexist in peace." The Phantom Stranger acted as arbiter to the angel and the demon.
The demon and the angel nodded.
"Now, we must make our way to another one of His creation," the Phantom Stranger said.
Meanwhile…
In the plateau woodland area of the mountains, the two brothers, Gohan and Gojon, were out in the wilderness, in their quiet place for reading. In their one year out in the wild, both boys had become comfortable with nature rather than being indoors. Chichi didn't mind too much, so long as they still kept to their proper studying. Which they were doing, Gohan laying his head on a patch of grass, while Gojon was resting his back to a tree trunk with a folded bundle of red cloth.
"Sparta and Athens," Gojon blurted out loud, as he was reading his book.
"Huh?" Gohan asked, as he looked up from his book.
"This history book, right here it's talking about the rivalry between these two ancient Greek city-states; Sparta and Athens," Gojon responded.
"How was it?" Gohan asked, as he showed some curiosity for that topic.
"Sparta was very conservative and believed their strength lied within their unified militaristic lifestyle, while Athens was more into the side of business and intellectual society," Gojon provided a brief difference between the two kingdoms, as he closed the book.
"How were they against each other?" Gohan asked.
"They hated each other. At times, they would do battle, but then on some occasions they would pull resources against common enemies, like the Persians," Gojon informed. He then thought of all the violence between the two city-states, and said, "Though if it were up to me, I think there could have been peace between them."
"Yeah, I guess so. No need with all that fighting," Gohan agreed.
"Though, if I had to choose, I prefer to live in Sparta. I mean, we already have gone by the methods of lifestyle to being a man of Sparta. We started to learn to fight when we were around five," Gojon enthusiastically said, as he stood up and unfolded the red cloth, revealing it to be his favorite blanket. Gojon then placed the cloak to his back and tied it around his neck. "Plus, I have one accessory to make me a good Spartan."
"Are you going to bringing that blanket everywhere?" Gohan asked, as he stood up as well.
"Yep. After finding out where I am from, I just want to keep a hold of a little something of home," Gojon explained his reason, as he reached back and pulled a bit of portion of the cloth so that he may look at it. "This cape belonged to one of my parents. I think it belonged to my dad."
"I remember the Phantom Stranger, telling us how your parents were heroes. Do you know if they were strong?" Gohan asked.
"I don't know. All I can remember so far is how they looked like. And a few of their friends," Gojon said, as he was a bit saddened with the limited knowledge of his heritage.
"Why don't you find out more? You said that golden rope gave you back those memories," Gohan pointed out.
"The truth also hurt. My mind was burning, only just from those few little minutes. I don't know how much I can take until my mind would burn out," Gojon explained why.
"I am sorry to hear that," Gohan said to his brother with compassion.
"Yeah. Thanks," Gojon replied, as he was still grasping onto a handful portion of his cape.
"Ha. Funny. That thing about Sparta and Athens, it sort of sounds just like our lives," Gohan attempted to lighten up the mood.
"Really?" Gojon asked.
"Mom wants us to keep to our studies, but we have been trained to fight at a very young age, like you said," Gohan explained.
"Oh yeah. Though in Athens, they were not respectful to their women. Sparta respected their women. I don't think mom would like Athens that much," Gojon commented.
"Boys. Dinner." Chichi's voice was heard out from the distance.
Elsewhere…
In the bunker laboratory, hidden in the mountain range that was near the North Capital City, there was a scientist working on a mechanism that would be a building block to his creations. Creations that will be excellent assets to the organization the scientist has come to work with. As the inventor was working, he heard the lift to his laboratory operating, which meant someone was coming. The door to the elevator opened revealed, the new mastermind leader to the Northern Region, Vandel Savage.
"I hope you are at a constant pace, Dr. Gero. What is the status?" Savage asked.
"This is very delicate procedures, Chancellor Savage. You are asking for the perfect soldiers, so they won't be finished that fast," Gero tried explaining.
"I didn't ask if you were finished. I asked; what is the status?" Savage corrected, with a tone of aggression.
"I… for the Evolution Project, I still need to finish up calculations, research, and gather data to even start on working on even the first level. Then I must search for the proper candidates for this project. Even with the knowledge you have provided that will be helpful to this project and other projects, this will still take time," Gero provided the status.
"The estimated time of completion?" Savage asked.
"Not a precise time, but it will be more than year. That is the least result of estimate," Gero answered with disappointment towards himself. He wouldn't care how much time he was taking if he didn't have a boss to answer to.
"It is quite alright, Gero. This isn't the only method that can protect this world and the people," Savage said to the scientist.
"Yes sir. Of course," Gero replied, as he grinned at the other projects and plans that Savage has intent of putting in effect. "Speaking for candidates for the Evolution Project, once it is confirmed success, I had set you to be first in line to be upgraded."
"Cancel that," Savage ordered, as he was observing a humanoid shape mechanism.
"What? Why?" Gero asked, eyes widened at the surprising reply from his commander-n-chief.
"You can say that I will upgrade, but at my own time. I have all the time in the universe," Savage grinned at his reason.
"Very well, sir. Must I keep the surveillance to the stars at 24/7 as always?" Gero asked.
"Of course," Savage confirmed, as he looked at the current visual footage that was aimed to the stars. "They're out there. One will find Earth as their next land to conquer, but they will soon find out the true power and savagery of humans."
"Is that all you wanted to find out, Chancellor Savage?" Gero asked.
"Yes. I have a scheduled meeting with a few individuals, with certain power, of this world that wish to join my cause," Savage said.
Meanwhile…
Gojon and Gohan were eating their dinner with their mother. Things have been simple and quiet ever since they came back from Namek. The two brothers have been doing their regular studying, as their mother had ordered for them. Chichi was still there for her two boys, and she would keep staying strong for them until their father will finally return from his mandatory training.
"Did you two do anything special today?" Chichi asked.
"No." the two brothers answered.
"What did you all learn from the books you read?"
"I learned a few new math objectives," Gohan answered, as he wolfed down a piece of meat.
"I learned the history of ancient Greece," Gojon answered after.
"Greece? Gojon that wasn't the area of history that you were on the last time I checked," Chichi said in concern.
"I know it's just that… I don't know… I was just interested in learning about it," Gojon said, as he looked about in inquiry.
Chichi looked at her adoptive son with care. After Gojon had found out about his origin, he has been more open to learning everything there was about his home. Gojon had attempted to draw a sketch of the entire flashback he saw when he touched the Lasso of Truth, and when Chichi showed him the sealed shut box, he would constantly look at it, trying to find out what it was supposed to be.
"Hey, mom, I and Gojon met a small dragon when we were outside," Gohan squeaked out.
"Did you now? It didn't harm you, didn't it," Chichi asked.
"No. He was very nice. I started calling him Icarus," Gohan piped out.
"Icarus is a character from a Greek Mythology story. He and his inventor father created wings so they may escape from a prison. They were flew out, but Icarus got to excited and flew to close to the sun, melting the wax that kept the wings together, and he fell to the ocean where he drowned," Gojon blurted out in a rapid pace.
Chichi and Gohan both blinked twice, at the sudden and random brief of information about the Greek Mythos.
"Sweetie, maybe it's time you lay off the Greek studies for a bit," Chichi smiled.
"Aww," Gojon complained.
"So, mom, is it okay that we hang out with the dragon," Gohan asked.
"As long as you two balance your time with your responsibilities and free time, its fine," Chichi gave the requirements. She looked towards Gojon, who had already finished eating his plate.
"May I be excused from the table?" Gojon asked politely.
"Just put your dishes in the sink," Chichi said.
Gojon quickly placed his dishes into the sink, and he then ran off to the stairs running up to his room. The adoptive boy closed the door to his room, and he then walked to the nightstand, where on top of it, laid the box that his parents had found in his ship. Gojon sat on his bed, as he grabbed the box and observed it.
"What are you hiding? How do we open you?" Gojon asked out loud, as he held the box out in different positions, inspecting it. "If I could do that thing with my eyes back in Namek, maybe I could find out what is inside."
Meanwhile…
Savage was walking down the hall with two soldiers by his side. The meeting with someone who was interested in his cause and was proposing an alliance. Of course, Savage was a man who first made studies on any persons purposing an alliance. Thanks to information attained by , Savage had identified this person as, Garlic Jr.
Waiting in front of the door, was Vandel Savage's advisor, and first person who he had managed to gain trust with in this new Earth, Alia Synergy.
"Chancellor Savage, Garlic Jr. and his associates are waiting inside," Alia informed her master.
"How many?" Savage asked.
"Four. Identified as the Spice Boys," Alia answered.
"Spice Boys?" Savage asked, scoffing at the name of the guards to Garlic Jr. "What an unprofessional name. Let's just see what Garlic Jr. has to offer."
"Yes, Chancellor," Alia said, as she stood off to the side for Savage and the two guards to enter the conference room. Alia had other matters to attend to that were on her agenda, so she would not be joining Savage in this meeting.
Savage opened the door with the two soldiers entering the room with him by his side, and the two guards closed the door behind him. The Immortal saw Garlic Jr., a short humanoid with bluish color, and pointy ears, sitting at the center of the other side of the table, while his henchmen were standing right behind him.
"Vandel Savage, allow me to introduce myself personally to you, I am Garlic Jr.," Garlic Jr. addressed.
"Why have you requested an audience with me," Savage directly wanted the answer.
"Well, I would say that you and I have some common goals," Garlic Jr. answered.
"You and I do not have common goals. Oh yes, I know of your attempt to unleash dark beasts to unleash total death to humanity," Savage said.
"I… have no idea what you are talking about?" Garlic Jr. responded.
"Do not play that sort of game, daddies' boy," Savage taunted Garlic Jr.
"What did you call me?!" Garlic Jr. stood up, his fists clinched, and his eyes glaring at Savage.
"You want something out of me. You know something. Before you make any stupid move, I want to know, what you know about my cause," Savage said, unharmed by Garlic Jr.'s aggressive stance.
"I… how do you know of my previous attempt of devastating the world," Garlic Jr. demanded an answer.
"I have friends with resources that have been keeping surveillance in this world for quite a while. Now, tell me, what you want from me," Savage asked again.
"I can sort of read people. You want more than this world. You want the stars. But first you want to secure this world. I want in. I can help you out with some of the power I have, while you can give me a portion, it can be small, or fairly large, of control of your forces," Garlic Jr. said.
"And if I refuse," Savage asked.
"Well, I guess you will have to feel the wrath of the power me and my associates carry," Garlic Jr. grinned, as his men all started laugh.
Savage on the other hand, wasn't at all threatened by Garlic Jr.'s demand for the position of power he had over a fraction of the Earth's people. Savage then opened up a cabinet that was under the table where he was standing, and put on a gas mask.
"What is that?" Garlic Jr. asked.
"Rts a ghaus msk," Savage's replied was muffled by the gas mask.
"What?" the Makyan imp asked, so Savage then removed the gas mask to speak.
"It's a gas mask," Savage answered and put it back on.
"For what?" Garlic Jr. asked again, forcing Savage to remove the mask again.
"For the gas," Savage said.
This confused Garlic Jr. and his comrades, as they noticed that Savage's two guards had not even batted an eye at the statement of gas. They were still standing tall like powerful statues, as their helmets' shadow covered their eyes from being seen.
"What gas?!" Garlic Jr. said.
Savage growled, as he then removed the mask on the portion of his mouth.
"This gas," Savage pointed out, as he put the gas mask back on.
Out from the vents, and from different opening hatches, came out a thick vapor, spraying out with a hissing sound.
The gas had already been spraying for just a second, and Garlic Jr. and his men were already choking for air. Salt tried firing a blast at Savage, only for one of Savage's soldiers stepping in front of it and smacking the blast, forcing it to disperse.
It had only been about fifteen seconds until the gas finally stopped, and the Makyan beings were all dead, save for Garlic Jr., but was still completely unconscious. Savage, already aware that the gas would have already dispersed in five second after the source was cut off, then took off the gas mask, showing his grinning gesture looking at the dead bodies on the floor.
"Hehehehe. Takes me back to the trenches in World War I," Savage stated, thinking back on memory lane.
"Four deceased Makyan males. One unconscious Makyan male. Shall we dispose of them, Supreme Chancellor Savage," the soldier, with an arm band labeled with the number, 13, asked.
"Yes, 13. As for you, 14, I want you to give the unconscious one to Gero. Have him dissect him," Savage ordered.
"Yes sir," the two soldiers answered. The soldier with the arm band, 13, picked up the four dead bodies, while the soldier with labeled arm band, 14, picked up Garlic Jr. and walked out.
Savage sat back in his chair, as he thought through what other matters there were he needed to get through.
'That little imp really had no idea who he was dealing with. Now, only a matter of time until there could be some other threat that's origins will be out of this world,' Savage thought to himself.
Elsewhere…
Silence. Silence everywhere. The man ran, as there was only silence in the city he called his home. It was already night above the city, but there was a bright source of light that was shining on the city. The man has been running and doing what he had sworn to do, protect and save anyone in need.
As of now, there was no one in danger of bad people. There was hardly anyone out, that were putting themselves in danger. There was only silence.
He was running somewhere. Somewhere he felt comfortable. Somewhere he could rest. But as he was running where he felt was his home sweet home, he felt a presence waiting, patiently, so that presence may have the delight to make the man suffer.
Barry Allen gasped, waking up from his sleep. The blond man looked around, and he could see he was in his apartment, which was provided by his very nice boss. Barry checked the alarm clock on his nightstand, to show it was six o'clock in the morning. It was thirty minutes before his wake up alarm could go off.
"Good lord," Barry said, as he rubbed his eyes. This was the fourth time he had that same dream. He was running and running in the silent city. "I should really talk to someone about this."
Barry got up from his bed, and then stood up and dropped down to the floor and started doing his regular physical warm up routine, starting with some fast push-ups. He didn't know how, but he had this workout routine planned out as if it were an instinct, the same with his knowledge in chemistry and other areas of knowledge. But Barry still had no knowledge of who he was, besides the name in his identification.
The first thing Barry could remember was a bright and blinding flash of light, and then following was thunder roaring. Then he was laying completely still on charred grass, and all he could hear in his ears was deafening ring. It would only be a few seconds when Barry saw an old man with a bushy mustache, a blonde woman, a short pig man and a hovering cat, all of them running towards him with faces all filled with complete utter shock.
After that, Barry remembers being treated for his burns, and was helped out by the old man, named Dr. Briefs. Fortunately, Dr. Briefs was nice enough to help him out in getting Barry on his feet, and it was during that process where they both discovered Barry's professional knowledge in chemistry.
An hour later, Barry had already finished his morning workout and had already cleaned himself up for work. So far, he had been going on quite well, ever since he had been working in that same premises where he had been found. At least, there was a little misunderstanding with his boss' daughter, Bulma, who Barry had to admit was quite pretty, with her exotic blue hair.
Now, Barry walked into Capsule Corp building, walking into the front office, first showing his work identification to give him permission to enter through to the lady in the front disk. Barry walked down the hall to his lab, where he started his daily routine in providing help with producing chemicals that were required for helping function some of the machines Capsule Corp creates, or to find new chemical compounds that could help out society in any way.
"Hello, Barry," Barry turned around to see Dr. Briefs.
"Morning, Dr. Briefs," Barry greeted back.
"I see you are completing today's requested compound," the old man said, as he looked at Barry's notes.
"Wasn't too hard," Barry stated.
"Well, don't let me keep you waiting," Dr. Briefs said, as he decided to let Barry finish his work.
"Dr. Briefs, can I ask you something that maybe a little odd," Barry asked.
"Sure. What is it?"
"Do you have dreams where they keep repeating in a row? They all are exactly the same, and you have absolutely no idea what is happening," Barry asked.
"Hmm. Quite the details. I am assuming you have been having some these dreams?" Dr. Briefs asked.
Barry nodded silently.
"You think it has something to do with your amnesia," Dr. Briefs asked.
"I don't know what to think. I am running across a city. Everything was silent. I kept running to some place. Then… I felt that there was something bad waiting for me. And then it ended," Barry explained.
"I can recommend someone to talk to, if that is what you want," Dr. Briefs offered.
"Thank you, boss," Barry said, and then looked at his watch. "I think I should get back to work."
"Sure thing, my boy," Dr. Briefs said, as he turned around and left.
Meanwhile…
Goku sat cross legged, concentrating, as he was back to mastering the technique, Instant Transmission, from the natives of Yardrat. This Saiyan has also been keeping a constant routine in training in his regular combat fighting. Which had also helped him in being able to attain the Super Saiyan transformation, which he had acquired one year ago when facing that Bizarro on Namek.
After five seconds later with his eyes closed, Goku opened his eyes to find himself in front of a pink headed Yardratan, who was his advisor in teaching him Instant Transmission.
"Excellent work, Son Goku. Much faster in getting set on your location. With enough concentration, you may be able to Instant Transmit in a much faster pace," Goku's supervisor said.
"Thank you, sensei." Goku bowed in respect to the Yardratian.
"Also, your Saiyan friend seems to be demanding your presence." The Yardrat said.
"Oh no," Goku stated.
In a Yardrat building, the Prince of Saiyans was devouring the food that the Yardrats could provide to the Saiyan who arrived eventually after Goku had arrived with the Phantom Stranger. Vegeta would have arrived to Yardrat a lot sooner, but with the war between the Planet Trade Organization and the Kryptonian Administration. Vegeta actually experienced quite a bit of the war first hand;
Travelling through space for quite a long while, Vegeta had managed to get the Capsule Corp ship to fly to the planet Yardrat. And to pass some time, Vegeta had been training inside the gravity room for long hours each day that had past. Suddenly, he heard an alarm going off, as he heard the female voice of the intercom announcing what was happening.
"Receiving transmission," the intercom announced. There was beep and the intercom gave out a different voice, this time a man who was speaking.
"This is border patrol checkpoint unit 475 of the United Kryptonian Kingdom. Unidentified aircraft, you will state our identity and will be transported to the nearby air base. Do you copy?"
Vegeta had listened to what the man had said. These were the forces of the Kryptonians, as in the ones who had sent that Bizarro monster on Namek. Vegeta maybe a warrior who was willing to go down fighting, but he knew the risks of what would happen if he tried to outrun these guys. Especially if they had another one of those Bizarros.
"Damn it." Vegeta cursed, as he walked to a monitor and pressed on the transmitter. "This is Vegeta."
"Hold on, did you say, Vegeta? As in, Prince Vegeta?" the man on the other side of the radio asked in surprise and shock.
"Yeah. What of it?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh my god, Prince Vegeta?! I am a Saiyan too," the man who identified himself as a Saiyan.
"What?! How?" Vegeta asked.
"Your father sent a few of us off the planet hidden away. Look, err, my Prince, the Kryptonians are actually a lot better than the Icegins. They are letting us have our revenge against Freiza," the Saiyan said.
"Yeah. Fine," Vegeta grunted.
Eventually, Vegeta finally had flown to the planet where the air base was stationed, but during that time, Vegeta had a migraine headache from the Saiyan talking nonstop. When Vegeta landed, there were soldiers already waiting outside awaiting for the pilot of the ship to exit. Vegeta found this not annoying, but quite of a compliment to his ego of being a danger.
Vegeta could see two Saiyans among the ten soldiers that were confronting them. They were wearing completely different armor compared to the Planet Trade Organization armor. All dark grey metal armor from foot to neck.
"Are you Prince Vegeta," one of the soldiers asked.
"No. I am his grandfather," Vegeta answered with sarcasm.
"Are you him," the soldier asked again.
"Chill out, man. That's our long lost prince," one of the Saiyans vouched for Vegeta, as he and the other Saiyan approached Vegeta and bowed before Vegeta.
"It is our honor to finally meet the eldest Prince of Saiyans," the other Saiyan said to Vegeta.
"Hmm. Glad to know that there is someone who has respect for royalty," Vegeta said. "How long is this going to take?"
"Hey, we just need to get a few things straight out, and maybe you would be offered a spot with fighting against the Planet Trade Organization," the Saiyan said.
"Pfft. I'm not sure about that. As far as I could tell, it looks like King Cold is probably sniffing the last of his crack supplies, waiting for one of these Kryptonians to come and peel of his skin. Not my problem anymore," Vegeta stated his standpoint on the war.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, but we Saiyans want a piece of the Cold Family. The rest of the Colds," the Saiyan said.
Suddenly, a loud siren that could be heard from far out from this base. Every soldier started running to their positions. Vegeta deduced that there must be an attack force detected.
"Under attack?" Vegeta asked.
"Pfft. Another attack by the Planet Trade Organization. This one will end up like the rest of them. Watch and see, my Prince," the Saiyan said, as he walked off to his station.
'Hmm. This isn't my fight. And the only fight I am anticipating for is when I find Kakarrot. Might as will watch and see,' Vegeta said, as he flew up on top of his ship for elevated view.
On the air tower, the supervisor slowly walked into the room, as he had been called out of break and was quite upset for this.
"How far out are they?" he asked.
Before anyone asked, the entire landscape was being covered by a shadow that would be mistaken for a cloud. The supervisor looked up into the sky to not see a single cloud, but a large machine seen in the sky, outside the atmosphere of the planet.
"Close," one of them answered rhetorically.
Vegeta could see the large planet sized machine in the sky, and he was surprised, no doubt about it.
"King Cold must have found one hell of a good weapons provider," Vegeta said, as he still watched.
"Vegeta," a voice, to which annoyed Vegeta, called out to him, pulling him out of the flashback.
Vegeta looked up from his food, and looked up to see Goku with his arms crossed in his chest.
"You took your freaking time, Kakarrot! You guaranteed that after your little class with the Yardrat, you would give me a sparring match," Vegeta said to Goku, as he stood up.
"I know. And I guess after this match, I should head back home. I have already mastered Instant Transmission," Goku said.
"Head back to Earth? You'd return back to that rock?" Vegeta asked.
"That rock is my home. My family is there. And the Phantom Stranger told me that Earth needs me there," Goku gave his reason.
"Great," Vegeta muttered.
Meanwhile…
It was night time where the Son residence was located, and the house was completely silent, but not inactive. Gojon was silently walking across his room, as he pulled out a bag from under his bed, and he opened it up to show six Dragonballs and the scouter that was used on Namek to find the Dragonballs. Gojon was sighed as he knew that this may finally be the last night where he goes out in search for the Dragonballs to get his wish.
"Just need one more," Gojon whispered, as he stood up and floated in the air so that he won't make any noise from footsteps that could wake his brother and mother. The boy floated out into the hallway and moved to his left, where the door of his brother's room was slightly open.
Gojon slowly opened the door, and entered his brother's room, and he saw the four star Dragonball laying on a shelf. The adoptive son knew his brother had the Dragonball here, but he needed to leave it for the last without alerting Gohan of his missing Dragonball. Gojon easily approached the Dragonball and picked it up.
'Last one,' Gojon thought to himself.
"What do you need the Dragonball for?"
Gojon was startled by the voice, as he turned to see his brother, Gohan, wide awake.
"Gohan, I…," Gojon tried to find an explanation.
"Dad should be back anytime soon. All of our friends that died fighting against Vegeta have already been brought back to life. What do you need it for?" Gohan deduced.
Gojon sighed, as he had no other option but to tell his brother why he wanted to make a wish.
"I want to bring them back. I want to bring back my birth parents," Gojon said.
Gohan widened his eyes at what his brother intended to wish for.
"You… want to bring them back?" Gohan asked.
"Yeah," Gojon nodded.
"What would that mean? Would… would you still live with us? With mom and dad? Would we still be brothers?" Gohan asked questions.
"Gohan, you are my brother. There is no way of that being broken. You and I, we both went through so many things together. We will always be brothers. And I would still love mom and dad," Gojon reassured his brother, as he placed his hands to his brother's shoulders.
Gohan smiled at Gojon, as they both then hugged each other to show that they will still be brothers no matter what. They pulled back from each other to look at each other's eyes.
"Let's go meet your parents," Gohan said, willing to help his brother.
"What are we waiting for?" Gojon smiled, as he waited for Gohan to use his ki to float up into the air as he did.
They silently gathered the Dragonballs in Gojon's room, and they quietly exited the house through the window, flying out into the mountain air deeper into the wilderness where they may summon the eternal dragon without anyone coming to disturb them.
"What do you think they will be like?" Gohan asked in wonder, as he laid four Dragonballs to the ground.
"From what I can tell just from seeing them in that vision; I can absolutely tell that they will be fantastic," Gojon said, as he placed the other three Dragonballs next to the others.
"The Phantom Stranger, he said that they were heroes, too. Maybe they are also powerful too," Gohan added.
"I wouldn't be surprised, brother. I wouldn't be surprised," Gohan said.
The both stood side by side, as they had stepped back to see the Dragonballs all set and ready to summon the dragon.
"Arise Eternal Dragon, Shenron!" Gojon said.
It was already the middle of the night, so it wasn't noticeable of the sky getting darker, blotting the view of the stars. The Dragonballs shinned bright with light, and a large stream of light shot out from the Dragonballs and they started to form the shape of the dragon and fully materialize into Shenron.
"Gatherer of the Dragonballs or whoever summoned me, state your wish and I shall grant it," Shenron stated.
Gohan looked to Gojon, expecting for Gojon to state his wish. Gojon was only silent, as he thought it through with what he planned to wish for.
"Shenron, please bring my parents back from death, Kal-El and Queen Diana," Gojon said to the dragon.
"It shall be done," Shenron said, as his eyes then glowed red working his magic to resurrect the people Gojon requested for.
Gojon's anticipation was rising, as he was already shivering with excitement and joy to meet the man and woman who gave birth to him and loved him so much that they managed to send him off as a last attempt to save his life over their own. Gohan was also eager to meet his adoptive brother's parents, but also still worried that they might take his brother away and he didn't his brother to leave. But still, this was what Gojon wanted, to find out who he was and who his parents were, so Gohan was willing to let this go on.
"Wait. I was wrong. I cannot grant you that wish," Shenron's booming voice reported the bad news.
The news hit Gojon like spikes impaling him all across his body, and he was paralyzed standing in one spot. The Eternal Dragon with the power to bring people back from the dead could not bring back his parents.
"Wh… why? Why can't you?!" Gojon yelled at the dragon.
"The one's you call, Kal-El and Queen Diana, were born in a creation that is no of this one. Those that are descended from that different creation may also not be able to be brought back to life by my power. I am sorry," Shenron explained his reasons.
Gojon listened to what the dragon said. Not only was Shenron unable to bring back his parents, but if Gojon died, that would mean he would stay dead. Gojon could not see his birth parents. He won't get to know who they are and what they were like. He wouldn't have the chance to live among them and let them meet the family that took him in. He wouldn't be able to learn how to use these new natural abilities he has found himself to carry, that must be from what attained from his parents.
"Gojon. I am sorry," Gohan said, as he placed his arm around Gojon.
"I know," Gojon was only able to say that. Gojon knew he wouldn't see his parents, but he knew he wasn't alone.
That's a wrap for the first chapter. We have seen Gojon still trying to find out who he is, and he has shown enough ambition to find out who he is that he was willing to bring back his birth parents, only to find out that Shenron cannot bring back anyone who was born or descended from an entirely different universe. The Phantom Stranger seems to bringing reinforcements that may help our heroes. The guardian angel, Zauriel, and the rhyming demon, Etrigan. Vandel Savage is already making good time in conquering the Earth and gaining the humans has his loyal subjects. This Immortal Cro-Magnon has also ran into the immortal Makyan, but he had no intention of sharing any of his power to this alien. Barry Allen is having dreams that could be memories of the past of who is, and a glimpse of reminder of what he is. Vegeta has already found Goku, and they have been at a constant training rate as Goku masters Instant Transmission. Where will this go? Find out next time.
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Sontaran General: this immortal human is a worthy leader with a strong military focus. His name definitely speaks for himself, as he has shown throughout human history.
You are absolutely right. In DC Comics timeline, Vandel Savage is actually a lot of infamous conquerors and killers. He was Genghis Kahn, Julius Caesar, and Jack the Ripper.
Sontaran General: he would be a worthy opponent. Perhaps if I were to meet him on the field of battle, he shall have the privilege of being destroyed by me for the glory of the Sontaran Empire.
Great, could you please remind me why you are here? And where is the Supreme Dalek?
Sontaran General: you required an enemy foe of the coward, the Doctor, to engage in social interaction. The last I recall is that you had half of the Dalek Empire to find what made human children have a passionate affection for a certain fiber diet. The other half is still recovering from the massive, but large, battle with Asbringer36's champions and many other foes.
Right. Well at least you don't have a repetitive chant…
Sontaran General: Sontar-HA! Sontar-HA! Sontar-HA! Sontar-HA! Sontar-HA!
Oh right. Anyways, to the readers, I hope you enjoyed, and I shall update as soon as possible.