Big G Saga

Godzilla cross-over with homages to Dragonball Z, Guyver and Voltron.

Prologue-

A titan walks away from a battlefield. Every step shaking the fragile land, crushing the few remaining roadways and tree's underfoot into powder, leaving behind a trail of clawed footprints, thirty feet wide. Its long muscular tail swishes back and forth, dragging along the ruined earth, sending up clouds of earth floating lazily into the air.

Its scaled dark hide was bleeding and mottled with gashes and cuts and burns.

The monster growled, satisfied that its final foe was crushed, defeated and he retained his title as the King. His battle lust was sated. The fight had been fierce, lasting over seven sunrises, battling one after another of the same kind of adversary, totalling almost a dozen. The land and erected buildings of glass and stone were shattered, flattened and obliterated for miles around by the three hundred foot giants conflict.

Blood leaked from its injuries, sparking jolts of pain with every meaningful stride; they would heal in time. The pain made it feel strong and most of all: alive. Unlike its final adversary, utterly destroyed, having ripped its many arms off, tearing its throat out with his fanged teeth before vaporising its core with a blast from his maw, the Kings destructive blue beam of fire; the Atomic Breath.

Its great dorsal fins jutted out and sparked a faint blue hue, running down the centre of back, along and to the sides of its spine, getting smaller, turning into nubs as they travelled down to the end of its tail.

Weary from battle with the abominations with their many pincer-clawed arms an incessant vomit balls of fire that clung to and burned his scaled flesh. Weary from his long travel across the lands of small things, like insects running on two legs, how they irritated him with explosions, fire and fast revving objects and relentless noise. All the King sought now was the peace of the sea air, cool water and even the annoying small, flapping, cawing white things and to return to the black, black deep of the ocean floor.

The air crackled. The King snarled, raising its reptilian head, glaring through one yellow eye, the other still closed from taking a vomit fireball into his face, he bared his teeth. The atmosphere had changed suddenly, tasting something metallic on his tongue. It felt it. Vibration waves washing across his core.

"SKREEEONKK!" the King bellowed, forgetting his weariness and injuries, adrenaline pumping through him in anticipation, daring whatever it was to come face him,

It did.
With a sonic boom, that split the heavens.
Thunder blared followed by a blinding flash. Dozens of black shapes appeared at the centre of the white glare. The King winced, closing his remaining good eye and faltered, raising its clawed hands, shielding his face. The dorsal fins along its back glowed a fierce blue in aggression, static power sparking off his back dorsal spiked fins.

Blue fire, fifty feet wide roared from his mouth, lashed out into the mass of black objects within the fading flash of light, and felt it hit home. Four explosions flared out, shrapnel spitting onto his face. Blasts of heat and red electric beams punched into his frame, he was being shot at, he roared and slashed his great tail through the air, turning his back on the force of firepower. His tail smashed something solid, sending it screaming into the ground. The punching blasts circled his body, hitting his entire frame from all sides. His dorsal fins crackled again.

Suddenly a massive weight was thrust over his entire body, he roared in anguish, forced to his knees- nothing physical touched him. The force pushing down on his entire body was immense, his dorsal plates flashed blue, he roared, his maw opening wide, and a beam of blue power surged out, ripping the ground into two halves- to no avail.

He shook, pushing up against the force with all his strength, the ground gave way beneath, sinking him down into it. He screeched in anger. The red electric bolts hammered into him from all sides. Downward he sank into the soil. His struggles were useless- unlike the cool blue of the ocean, this was earth and rock, crumbled to dust from days of battle, reduced to soft, sinking dirt that swallowed up his entire immense frame and held him in place.

Worn from battle, injuries not healed yet, strength used up he felt weak and useless against this unknown immense power.
The King would not submit, fighting back, even when the ground sucked him in and swallowed him up, crushing over his mass. Every powerful muscle strained and fought back, to no effect but he would not give in, he raged against this oppressive force. Dirt forced his eyelids permanently closed, creeping over his snout, reaching his nostrils which closed on themselves tight; a natural reflex from swimming in the ocean deep. He didn't need to breath.

Still the force pushed him further down, impossibly far.
It stopped. Thousands of tons of rock and earth crushing him from all sides.

Trapping the King.

'Sire, the wings graviton beams worked, we have the beast immobilised. We lost five ships however. The beast is indeed powerful,' a creature with a hard exoskeleton four fingered hand resting on a consol spoke back to a larger exoskeleton creature hanging from the ceiling in the ships command room. It clicked in reply.

A fifty man crew operated the ship which hovered eight-hundred feet above ground, spanning a hundred metres long, resembling a beige maggot, sinew parts and machinery connecting each segment, pulsing in motion. Steel wings flared out from its sides and a bubble port jutting from the front. They could visibly see the mound of soil where the beast had been forced into the ground. A fleet of ten ships hovered around the makeshift grave. The wings folded in on themselves, gently turning in to the sides of all the ships.

"Godzilla was weakened from the battle with our creations. Passing the test. And the landscape has been torn apart by the conflict. Luckily for us. Losses are expected, we have all that the information that we need and got what we came for. The sacrifices will be worth it. Proceed and inform the remaining fleet to pull the beast out from the Earths crust in the next hour- enough time let it tire itself out further and before we are interrupted by others. Then capture and subdue the beast with pressure cannons to the cranium and shackle it with Power Nodes.' the larger, exoskeleton insect like humanoid creature said. The crew did as commanded. 'Next we return back to base, process the monster and imprison him with the others.'

There came a muffled roar from below. Pebbles and loose soil crumbled and shifted.

A mile down, trapped under the Earths crust, Godzilla the King of the Monsters bellowed his frustration.