Here's another Smallville fan-fic.

Disclaimer: The Prince and the Pauper belongs to Walt Disney, and Smallville belongs to CW and 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 king 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 General Zod and his ruthless henchmen. Until one day several years after the king became ill.

Clark Kent and his dear friend Pete Ross 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 Pete shared.
"Man, I'm hungry." Clark said as he rubbed his stomach.
"Snow cones." Pete said. "Snow cones here. We've got all kinds of flavors. We have plain, lime, and lemon."
No one came here either.
"So Pete how's business?" Clark asked.
"If no one takes any of this stuff soon, I'm gonna have to eat these myself." Pete grumbled.
"Well it could be worse." Clark said optimistically. "Come on guys, secret handshake."
Pete 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, bro." Pete 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!" Pete finished with a smile.
"Fruit tarts and cobblers as piled as high as Pete." Clark called out.
"Give me a suckling pig to make my belly big." Pete 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." Pete 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." Pete said with a gasp as a winter wind rushed by.
Pete then put an old rag around Clark's neck like a cloak as Clark 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!" Pete 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, General Zod and his men, 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?" An older man with white hair asked.
"I'd just like to-" Clark began when he saw the man gasp and open the door.
"Come right inside." The man 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 Pete's friends just exaggerated.

As the prince left, Jax-Ur sighed with relief when General Zod stepped on his foot, and he felt like a lion had stepped on it instead of a slim man.
"What do you think this is, Jax-Ur?" General Zod asked. "An open house?"
"But sir that was the prince." Jax-Ur explained.
"Then who's that you twit?!" General Zod snapped as he held Jax-Ur up to the window, and he saw the outline of Prince Kal-El sitting in his class.

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