Hey Guys! Einstein's Mistakes here!
So if you guys already didn't know, this story is a rewrite of the original story of the same name by SSJ Lone Wolf. He had been the writer up to Chapter 2, and I volunteered to write the rest of the chapters. So I wrote Chapter 3 through 14 for SSJ Lone Wolf.
But rereading the story made me realize that I wanted to rewrite several parts of the story. So I am taking over the entire story with the original writer's blessing. Like the previous story, this happens after Xenoverse 2 and before the Tournament of Power.
Please understand that I am a huge, unapologetic New 52 fan. I am one of those that believe that New 52 was great, but due to horrible stories and terrible writing decisions by people like Geoff Johns, it was ruined. So this story is my attempt to preserve New 52, since it has been erased by DC comics with a very strange and weird plot. I am also including elements from the DC Animated Movies and Cinematic Movies.
I am also a huge Dragon Ball fan. I have read/watched/played everything from Dragon Ball, Z, GT (Help me, God), Super, Xenoverse, etc. As I am a fan of both, I will do the very best I can to make the story balanced so that one set of characters does not totally overpower the other.
After I am done rewriting, less than half of the story will remain the same as the previous story. So keep posted!
AND YES, I will be posting power/battle levels of each character as the last story, but after the prolgue. My logic as to how I calculated/derived those levels will be explained there.
And remember more reviews = more chapters. If you have any suggestions, feel free to write it.
To the anonymous reviewers who write random flames or very bitter comments, please do not review. I don't appreciate your language.
Thank you.
And Enjoy!
*Edit: 10/31/18. Underwent a massive rewrite!
Time Patrol.
A slight misnomer, it should have really been called the Space-Time Enforcement Patrol of Multiverses. But Time Patrol was simpler and catchier. After all, the latter is a mouthful.
Nobody knows when exactly it was founded; the current Supreme Kai of Time, Chronoa, has run the organization for at least 75 million years. And the female kai ran a very tight ship.
During her tenure, Chronoa has formed countless squadrons and sub-organizations in order to enforce the natural stability of space-time within Multiverses. There were always beings time to disrupt space-time for their own benefit without thinking about the repercussions. Gods, warlords, time distortions, demons, interdimensional beings, you name it, she and her Time Patrol faced them. And she brought in fresh recruits with potential from several multiverses, giving them the opportunity to use their abilities for the multiversal stability in exchange for immortality.
One team stood out from the rest of the countless teams and served as a shining model to the rest. This team had accomplished so much that its members were legends. They had conquered demon realms, destroyed pantheons, slew extra-dimensional beings, and more.
Its members held highly unique abilities even amongst their peers, making them the perfect beings to fight against the nearly anything.
One of its founding members was the Monkey God King Yamoshi. But some knew him as the Super Saiyan God or as the Original Super Saiyan. He, in fact, was so old that very few beings in his universe, such as the Kais, knew of his existence. An unnamed legend to his own people, who had become so violent and cruel until they were destroyed.
In his mortal existence, Yamoshi was one of few righteous Saiyans that existed on Planet Sadla, the original homeworld of the Saiyans. He had tried to lead his five friends into rebelling against his cruel brethren, but they were vastly outnumbered. In their last moments, the five dying friends gave Yamoshi their combined life force, allowing him to briefly ascend to godhood, a transformation with red hair and flaming aura. His power was so great that he easily defeated the cruel Great Apes. But in the end, the power was temporary and he himself was defeated and killed.
Because of his righteous heart, Yamoshi was allowed to go to the Other World, where he was picked up by a stranger and taken to another realm. The stranger was short, with blue skin and white hair. He had introduced himself as the Grand Priest, the attendant to the supreme ruler of the Multiverse, Omni-King Zeno-oh. He stated that he brought Yamoshi to the realm of Omni-King to train under him and to use his powers for the good of Multiverse. Yamoshi initially refused, but when the Grand Priest stated that he would fight against enemies of untold power, the Saiyan immediately took back his rejection.
After his training, Yamoshi was admitted to Time Patrol, where he finished several assignments, usually dealing with annoying beings that traveled through or changed the space-time. During that time, he reunited with Casava, one of his five Saiyan friends when both of them were still in the living world. They fell in love and started a family.
Yamoshi distinguished himself as a very powerful warrior, but also a misfit. He didn't follow orders very well and sometimes caused huge fights during his missions simply because he loved fighting. This prompted the aggravated Supreme Kai of Time to form a team with such misfits.
Yamoshi served as the lieutenant and disciplined the bunch of misfits into an actual fighting force capable of completing the most suicidal of missions. They became legends within the Time Patrol community and the team was given the nickname Team Infinite or Team Mugen.
And that was about 10,000 years ago. Now it was time for the next generation to step up. Because something big was going to happen.
A few hours ago...in a distant reality...on a burning realm called Musphelheim
Two beings faced each other in a heated battle in a burning battlefield. Aside from them, everything else was melting or burning.
One was a 6' 6'' tall male warrior with Jet-black spiky hair that reached his shoulders with widows peak, battle-hardened face that was devoid of fat. His body was muscular and lean, befitting an ideal balanced warrior. (A male warrior with long, spiky hair. I take my inspiration from the Saiyan OC appearing in Origin of Saiyans on Youtube.). He wore warrior gi with red inner body armor and black vest and pants, with Time Patrol logo.
The other was a huge burning demon-like being size of a mountain with red body and flaming hair. In one hand he had a massive flaming sword and in the other a flaming whip.
"Go back to your hell-hole, Surtur." The male warrior spoke.
"Never!" The flaming demon stood to his fullest height and roared, making the entire realm quake. "It is Ragnorok! The End Times have come. Nothing can stop me!"
"I beg to differ." The male warrior snapped and charged forward, forming a yellow energy blade in his hands. Their blades clashed, sending out waves of energy that crumbled the entire landscape around them. The demon called Surtur grinned as he brought down his whip. The warrior dodged the flaming whip and continued to dodge the barrage of whip lashes coming at him.
Surtur lifted his sword into the air and stabbed it into the ground, causing massive lava columns to appear from the ground. The warrior barely dodged all of them before Surtur created another sword and brought it down. The warrior managed to stop the blade with his hands coated with ki, but the force was enough to send him into the newly formed ocean of lava.
"Yes! Burn! Melt! Like all of creation!" Surtur roared in satisfaction, his laughs echoing throughout Musphelheim. Suddenly, the huge explosion of blue energy parted the ocean of lava, revealing the the warrior now with green hair and bathed in green aura. Within the green aura, the lightning sparked through.
"Try harder," The warrior smirked, earning a raging response from the monster. Surtur pointed his sword and shot out a huge burst of flames. The warrior charged head on into the attack with his hands shot outward.
"Not nearly hot enough!" The warrior yelled as he slowly pierced through the flaming blasts. Eventually he released an explosive wave, sending away the flaming attack and punched through Surtur's burning chest. The demon roared in pain and tried to grab the tiny warrior, but he was too fast. The warrior then flew into Surtur's mouth and focused all of his energy into his body.
"Take this! Final Reckoning!" The warrior screamed and created a massive explosion inside Surtur, making the flaming demon explode from the inside. The flames around them dissipated as Surtur's giant skull landed with a loud thud.
It was finally over. The Fire Demon Lord Surtur was defeated, and a premature Ragnarok was stopped. The warrior dissipated his aura, his hair and eyes turning back to their original black color. He sat down on Surtur's skull, relaxing for a while.
Then something started to beep inside his pocket. He pulled out what seemed like a communicator and turned it on.
"Yamoshi here."
"Yamoshi! There you are!" A high-pitched female voice rang from the communicator. "Are you done with your assignment?"
Yamoshi grunted and patted Surtur's skull. "The Firelord is quenched."
"Good. Then come to the Time Nest immediately! Something urgent came up!" The communicator turned off, and Yamoshi sighed.
"What the hell does she want now?"
Toki Toki City: The Time Nest. Yamoshi POV
Yamoshi stood patiently with his arms crossed and eyes closed. He had been just been called by Chronoa for an emergency briefing in the Time Nest, making the Saiyan wary of the future.
"Thanks for being patient!" A very chirpy voice rang, and Yamoshi opened his eyes, seeing a very petite, purple-skinned female with orange hair, pointed ears, and garbs of a Kai.
"No problem. Now tell me what's going on, Chronoa. I have a life too, you know." Yamoshi grunted, with his arms still crossed.
"Well, I thought you should know that something very disturbing is happening in the DC Multiverse." The female Kai smiled. "Remember your last trip there?"
The Saiyan nodded. "Yeah. That incident with Superboy Prime. A nasty thing. Brings me a headache every time I think of it."
"Well, if you would like to know, there is something very bad happening there again." Chronoa pulled out the Scroll of Eternity. "Somebody is drastically changing the course of history."
"Everybody is changing the course of history, damn it!" Yamoshi growled with annoyance. "What's so damn special about this one? I have a family dinner to go to!"
"Well excuse me if I'm interrupting your dinner!" Chronoa stuck out her tongue and pouted. "Now I'm not going to tell you, and you can stay here!" She crossed her arms as well and looked away, smirking.
The Saiyan male growled angrily and uncrossed his arms. "Okay, you little pipsqueak. Tell me what is going on so I can leave already!"
Chronoa stuck her nose into the air. "Not until you apologize!"
"Why you little-" Yamoshi comically put his hands around her neck until he heard someone clear his throat. They both looked up to the source, and Chronoa immediately straightened up.
"Grand Priest!" Chronoa bowed down, bending her waist. "I apologize sincerely for what you saw!"
"It is fine, Chronoa." The Grand Priest floated down to the ground with a gentle smile on his face. "It is good that there is such camaraderie within Time Patrol. Isn't that right, my friend?" He looked at Yamoshi, who nodded. He and the Grand Priest had known each other for eons as team mates on Team Mugen.
"Yes, I wholeheartedly agree." The Saiyan answered. Chronoa stuck her tongue out again, earning another growl from Yamoshi.
"But we must now talk business," The Grand Priest spoke firmly. "One universe within the DC Multiverse is under threat. The Earth in that Universe is going to be invaded by Darkseid."
"Darkseid? Again?" Yamoshi sighed. He had fought the Dark God several times in the past. Formidable in every sense of the world, Darkseid was one of the most powerful beings Yamoshi had ever fought. In the past, the Dark God invaded other multiverses, and Yamoshi's team was often sent to deal with him. "What's the problem?"
"The problem is two-fold," Chronoa answered. "One, Darkseid is supposed to lose in his invasion of Earth. But for some reason, the Scroll of Time is saying that he successfully invades Earth. Somebody is meddling with history."
"And second?" Yamoshi raised an eyebrow.
"This universe has no set future!" Chronoa waved her arms in frustration. "Every universe is supposed to have its own pool of split time-lines that make up all of its possible futures. But this universe has no set one!"
"English, professor," The Legendary Saiyan grunted. He honestly did not get the jargon of time science.
"It means that universe can go in infinite number of ways!" The kai waved her arms in the air heatedly. "The universe can expand into infinite realities like cancer!"
"And this universe is the Prime Universe, Yamoshi," The Grand Priest looked as his teammate. "Do you know what that means, my student? It means that if something very drastic happens to this universe, it could reverberate into all other universes and potentially destroy all of them."
"Wait...wait..." Yamoshi put his hands in front of him. "If this universe has no set future, then how do we know what's supposed to happen and correct it?"
"It diverges infinitely after Darkseid's invasion, Yamoshi," The Grand Priest answered. "Darkseid, as you know, has always tried to conquer everything, even time itself. If he actually succeeds in his invasion, then it could have severe repercussions for countless realities and universes."
"And the damage may not be limited to one Multiverse." Chronoa continued. "This will be like unstoppable cancer, pushing against other multiverses. We need to fix this soon, and fast."
Yamoshi was shocked at what he was hearing. Such potential catastrophe rarely occurred, but every time it did happen, it was pure Armageddon. Double, triple shifts! Weeks or possibly months without good food!
"So what must we do?" Yamoshi asked the Grand Priest and Chronoa.
"We will send those who are well acquainted with the potential culprits," Chronoa answered. "I think I have narrowed down the identity of the culprits behind the change in history."
"Okay, who? Team Mugen?" Yamoshi asked. "We faced against Darkseid before, so we should be ready."
"No, it's us." The three turned to the newcomer, and Yamoshi's eyes widened.
One of the newcomers was a 6-foot 6-inch tall man with long, spiky black hair wearing a green version of standard Saiyan armor with purple leg-pants and leg clothing around his waist. (Look up Wrathful Broly on Google.)
The other newcomer also held a similar warrior build, but he had light purple hair and blue eyes. While he was much shorter than his partner, he looked no less formidable, with black trench coat, green pants, orange boots, and a large sword on his back. He wore on his right hand a green ring and a silver ring.
"You two, huh?" The Saiyan smirked. "Well, that makes sense."
N52 Universe-Prime, Smallville
Amidst the gravestones in the graveyard, one sole man stood in front of his parents' gravestones labeled Jonathan and Martha Kent respectively. It had been a year since they lost their lives in a car accident, and he still missed them greatly.
Clark Kent, also known as Superman, stood in silence, his gaze solely on his parents' graves.
Now he was truly alone. Not only was he the last of his people, but also the last of his family. He only had a home that held cherished memories of his childhood.
He honestly didn't know what to do. Not only was he alone, but also lost.
Who was he really? Clark Kent? Superman? Kal-El? What was he supposed to do?
Toki Toki City, Time Nest Yamoshi POV
Yamoshi stared at the newcomers and chuckled. "Training the new generation already, Amenadiel?" He glanced at the Grand Priest, calling him by his real name.
"Indeed," The Grand Priest floated towards the newcomers. "I believe they are ready for this assignment. Do you?"
Yamoshi looked at one of the newcomers, the tall black haired one. "So this was the secret you didn't tell me about, son?"
"That's right, old man," That was him, his eldest son Raizen. Raizen was pretty much like his old man in his youth. Brash, eager to prove himself, impatient, but overall good-hearted.
Born 21 years ago, Raizen was first of Yamoshi and Casava's many children. He was born with an abnormally high power level, which made Yamoshi both happy and sad. Such potential would definitely be seen by others, and he became afraid that his son would not be the master of his own destiny. He trained his son personally in the art of combat before he was taken by the Grand Priest for more specialized training. And Raizen, like himself, joined the Time Patrol and quickly gained a name for himself. It was so bizarre how Raizen reminded Yamoshi of himself.
"Well, I'm proud of you. You too, Trunks," Yamoshi spoke.
"Thank you, sir," Trunks smiled, scratching the back of his head.
"So..." He turned to Chronoa and Grand Priest. "What are the particulars of their mission? Are you going to send them against Darkseid directly?"
"No," Grand Priest shook his head. "Time Patrol must not directly interfere with the natural progression of any universe no matter what, you know that. These two will act in a provisionary manner, removing space-time disturbances and nothing more." He motioned towards Raizen. "Raizen will leave immediately for a special assignment on Earth while Trunks will leave for Oa a few years before the Darkseid's invasion of Earth."
"How long will the mission take?" Yamoshi asked.
"A few years at least," Raizen sighed. "I'll explain later, but I literally have to leave after dinner."
The elder saiyan sighed deeply. "Your mother won't be so happy to hear that."
"You can say that again." Raizen sighed.
"Well then, I will see you in three hours," Chronoa chirped. After they said their goodbyes, Yamoshi and Raizen walked out of the Time Nest and through the Plaza.
"Any thoughts on how to break the news to your mother?" Yamoshi asked.
"No...not yet," Raizen scratched his hair. "I had thought I would be more excited about my first long-term assignment."
"Hmm, I thought so too when for my first," Yamoshi added. He saw how uncharacteristically nervous his son was and patted his back. "Hey, don't tell me you already have cold feet?"
"I don't!" The younger saiyan snapped but instantly regretted it. "It's just..."
"You would miss your family. I know, son. But you are at that age where kids leave their home and become adults. Think of this as your...coming of age. And besides, you would be preoccupied with fighting all sorts of enemies in the other multiverse.
Raizen smirked. "No doubt about that."
After walking a while, they reached their home just in time for dinner. Yamoshi and Raizen were greeted by Yamoshi's other younger children and wife. After a very warming greet and banquet-like dinner, Yamoshi sat with his mother and father at the cleared dinner table.
"A long-term mission to another multiverse..." Yamoshi's mother Casava sighed as she rubbed her hands. Casava was a beautiful female saiyan with spiky black hair. (Think of a more curvaceous version of Caulifla) Possessing a figure of an ideal female warrior despite her having many children, Casava was still a force to be reckoned with; her children and husband could attest to that.
"Yeah." Raizen looked at his mother, whose eyes belied her cool demeanor.
"How long?"
"Few years if done correctly. Several more if something bad happens." The younger male saiyan responded. His mother nodded slowly, as if unsure. Yamoshi put his hand above Casava's, holding it gently to reassure her.
"This was bound to happen sooner or later, Casava."
"I know that!" The female saiyan snapped. "It's just..." She clamped her mouth to stop talking.
"Mom. I'll be fine," Raizen smiled, put his hand above Casava's other hand. "I'm your son after all."
Casava looked at her son's face and gave a strained smile. "I know...it's just...I don't want to lose a child again." She looked away with a tear coming down her right eye. Her husband closed his eyes and squeezed his wive's hand tighter.
Raizen held his mother's hands' tighter as well. "Mom, you aren't going to lose me. I'm coming back home. I promise."
"You better." Casava rose from the table and held her son tightly. "Or I swear I will find you in the Afterlife and beat you to death myself."
"Yes, mom..." Raizen returned the hug. Yamoshi smiled at this exchange.
N52 Universe-Prime, Apokolips 3rd POV
In the dark throne room of Apokolips, its absolute ruler Darkseid sat in his throne, looking at the feminine being with blue skin, white hair, pointed ears, and skin-tight red and white bodysuit, bowing before him.
"You offer your services to me in exchange for protection?" The Dark God rumbled in a very deep, imposing voice.
"Yes, oh Dark One," The being stood up slowly, revealing her beautiful, yet cruel face. "I desire protection against the annoying Time Patrol."
"That meddlesome group of pests is no threat against Darkseid, save for some strong warriors," Darkseid's eyes blazed with the power of Omega Effect. "In exchange, what do you have of worth. Speak quickly! Before I vanish you for wasting my time."
"I come bearing many gifts, my lord." She lifted her palm and emitted dark, purple energy. "Your Omega Effect has no equal, O Dark Lord. Except for the power of the Demon Realm."
Darkseid remained silent, but from one eye shot his omega beams at the female being. The red beam collided with dark purple energy and caused a massive explosion of light. When the light deemed down to normal, the being was still standing.
"That was the power of the Demon God Demigra," The woman spoke. "He, much like yourself, was the ruler of his own realm. While he was powerful, he lacked your vision to utilize his power of corruption to the fullest. I also come baring another gift." She lifted her palm again, this time creating an glass orb with images coming from it.
"I have seen the future, a future where you attack Earth in two different universes (In New 52, Darkseid actually organized Earth's invasion in Earth 2 and New 52). By all accounts you should have one. But I have forseen your loss at the hands of a superhero team."
"Preposterous! Heresy!" From the shadows, a disheveled being cover in a hooded cloak croaked. "You dare speak of our omnipotent lord that way?! My lord, I suggest that we destroy her immediately!"
"The fault does not lie with our lord, fool." The woman smirked. "The fault lies in his weak, undependable forces."
"You dare!" Dessad snarled. "Our parademon armies are endless and invincible!"
Darkseid in the mean time continued to look at the woman in silence, ignoring Desaad's rants.
The woman smirked and pulled out a spiky red fruit. "A demonstration, perhaps, O great Darkseid? The winner becomes your new chief scientist while the loser perishes?"
Darkseid stood up to his full height, and his shadow covered the entire throne room, making all of its denizens tremble and bow. His eyes now blazing again, he spoke "So be it, witch. Win against Desaad, and you shall be granted my protection and patronage. Fail...and you shall know why Time Patrol avoids my wrath!" His overflowing Omega Beams scorched his throne room, demonstrating his power.
The woman bowed again. "As you wish, my lord." She threw down the fruit into the ground, creating a dark purple cloud. When it dissipated, it revealed a tall male muscular humanoid with blue skin, white hair, and red body suit similar to her own. "Bring your so-called parademons, Desaad. Pit any of them against my own creation."
"Your creation is nothing against my genius!" Desaad screeched as he pushed a button on his Apocalyptian war vest, and, within minutes, dozens of parademons, armored bio-organic soldiers, flew to Desaad's side.
"Nice words. I will write them on your epitaph." The woman smirked as her creation walked towards the flying parademons.
Toki Toki City, Time Nest, 3rd POV
After saying good bye to his family, Raizen walked back to the Time Nest with his father. The two of them didn't speak much, as everything that had to said between them was already spoken.
When they arrived, they saw Chronoa and the Grand Priest waiting for them.
"Said your good byes, my student?" Grand Priest asked and Raizen nodded.
"I am ready, master." Raizen spoke firmly. "Where is Trunks?"
"He'll leave for his assignment later than you." Chronoa chirped and handed Raizen a scroll. "Here is your Time Scroll. It has all the info you need for your assignment."
Raizen nodded and took the scroll. He looked at his dad once more and shared a hand-shake.
"I know you can do it. Good luck, son." Yamoshi spoke.
"Thanks. Stay strong, old man." Raizen chuckled. He stepped away from the group and. with a deep sigh, opened the scroll. In a blind light, Raizen disappeared, leaving behind his father, Chronoa, and the Grand Priest.
Yamoshi looked at his friend. "Something tells me that this is going to be far more complicated..."
"And I would tell you that you're correct." The Grand Priest calmly stated and began floating away, with Yamoshi following him. "Tell me, have you heard from our common friend, Kamui?"
"Kamui?" Yamoshi's eyes shot toward the blue angel. Kamui was another member of Team Mugen, and arguably their most powerful member. And by far the most mysterious. "Haven't heard his name in decades."
The Grand Priest clicked his fingers and opened a way to another dimension. He and Yamoshi walked into dimensional tear, and as they walked into it, a pair of red eyes looked at them from the shadows.
"Yamoshi..." A calm, deep voice rang out. The individuals' face and body were covered in shadows.
"Kamui..." Yamoshi answered, tensing. He couldn't see the person, but the air and aura...he would know it anywhere. "Haven't heard from you in decades. What's going on?"
Kent Farm, Smallville, Prime Earth
After visiting his parents' graves, Clark decided to retire for the day and make himself a dinner. He knew that he didn't have to eat due to his alien physiology. Yeah, his alien physiology. Something he learned when he was a teenager. A fact that changed his life forever.
Cracking a few eggs into a bowl and gently beating it with a whisk. Applying just enough energy to not break the bowl or the tool. Thinking everything was an egg shell.
Living on Earth was like living in a world of paper or egg shells. Always living suppressed like in a cage made of paper. He wondered if that was his fate. To live in such a restricted life.
Was this what his birth parents wanted from him? To live in such a fragile world with powers that could destroy it?
Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in front of his house. Dropping what he was doing, he went to see what was happening. When he opened the door, he saw a tall man that didn't seem to belong in Smallville. A rather intimidating, tall, muscular man wearing some sort of armor and green waist-kama appeared before him.
"Kal-El?" The man spoke in a slightly deep, confident voice. Clark nodded, not knowing what was going on.
"Yes, can I help you?"
The man shook his head and looked at him. "Kal, or do you prefer Clark Kent?"
"Either is fine." Clark walked out to greet this stranger. This man was like no one he had ever met or seen. He was the same height as he was, 6-foot 6-inches and just as muscular, perhaps even more so. His hair was spiky, long, and gravity-defying, almost like a spiky mane.
"They say you are not from this world. A Kryptonian, correct?"
Kal froze. "Okay, who are you, and how do you know me?"
The stranger didn't say anything and walked close to the Kryptonian until the two superhuman beings were less than 2 feet apart. "They say you are strong." The man spoke.
"Your point?" Kal spoke, then immediately felt explosive pain in his face. Next thing he knew, Kal was getting back up from smash ruins of a tree.
"What the hell!" He yelled at the stranger, who was smirking.
"I always wondered how strong you are." He spoke as he cracked his knuckles. "Superman...the Man of Steel. They say your strength is limitless. I want to know if that's true."
"Look, I had a long, bad day," Kal growled as he stormed down to the stranger who had punched him. "So I'm in no mood for games."
"Games?" The stranger's smirk grew even wider. "Oh now, Kal-El. This isn't a game. It never was." He threw another punch, only to have it blocked. With his eyes glowing red with anger, Kal punched the stranger so hard that it sent the stranger flying. He didn't know who the stranger was, but if he wanted a fight today, he was going to get one.
Several seconds later...
The stranger crashed into an arctic region with a huge thud. That punch was not expected and definitely caught the warrior by surprise.
"Damn..." He moaned as he got back up from the crater. "Didn't get hit that hard since my old man."
"Still want more?" He looked up and saw a figure in a cape coming down from the sky. He wore a blue Kryptonian suit that seemed to fit his form nicely and a red cape fluttering in the wind that seemed almost majestic.
"Now that's more like it." The stranger smirked. "My father told me stories about you."
"Did he?" Kal asked, crossing his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, not you exactly. Another version of you to be precise." The stranger smacked the ice and dust off his coat and walked casually toward the Man of Steel. "Said that he was the meanest son of a bitch he ever fought."
"Another version...you mean an alternate reality?"
"Bingo." The stranger sighed and took a deep breath. Then from his body released a white, jagged flaming-like aura. "You punched me all the way out here so that we can fight without annoyances, huh."
"I brought you here because you wanted a fight." Kal gritted his teeth. "I don't like fighting, but you asked for it."
"No hard feeling, Kryptonian." The stranger smirked and took a fighting stance akin to that of a taekwondo fighter. The Man of Steel took no fighting stance but crouched slightly to get ready. "My name is Raizen,"
"Here I come!" Raizen spoke as he flew forward with his right fist clocked back. Superman flew at him in a similar manner, and their fists connected, sending a shockwave all through the North Pole. The Man of Steel swung with his other fist, but Raizen flew up and kicked his opponent in the face. Kal stumbled for a bit and felt a barrage of punches knocking his chest back. He quickly recomposed himself and punched again, only to have himself thrown to the side in a throw.
Superman gritted his teeth as he looked back at Raizen, who took a fighting stance again. The Kryptonian charged at his opponent again, but this time executed a barrage of punches at Raizen, who blocked or dodged all of them with relative ease. He elbowed the Kryptonian's nose and punched him straight in the stomach, knocking the literal wind out of the Kryptonian.
"You may have strength and abilities, but you fight like a novice," Raizen commented as he kicked Kal away. Kal caught himself in the air and used his super-breath against his opponent. Raizen avoided turning into a popsicle by flying to the side and launching yellow ki blast volleys. Kal then used his heat vision against the ki blasts.
"This is fun!" Raizen laughed as he and Superman met each other, each trying to push each other on the ground. "Even my base state, you can still keep up." The pushing war between the Kryptonian and Saiyan was causing the icy ground around them to crack and shake.
"You haven't seen nothing yet." Kal said and began to slowly push his opponent. Raizen, excited by his opponents' strength, grinned and performed a feint with his left arm to make his opponent stumble. Using that opportunity, Raizen kicked him into an icy mountain, destroying its face with a giant crater with the Kryptonian embedded in it.
Raizen burst forward and kicked Kal through the mountain and into several other mountains. "Come on! You are stronger than this!"
Kal stopped his momentum and flew at Raizen, throwing several haymakers which missed. The Saiyan continued to dodge Superman's huge swings easily.
"You are strong, I can give you that." Raizen caught his opponents arm and threw him into the sky. "But your fighting is crap!" Raizen flew and smashed his opponent down to the ground.
Superman shot back from the ground, using his heat vision and punching at the same time. Raizen blocked the heat vision by shooting a concentrated ki beam and dodged the punches again. Having enough of his opponent's ineptitude, Raizen knocked Superman's fists back and returned his own barrage of kicks and punches skillfully.
Overwhelmed by the barrage of punches, Kal tried to fight back, but found his attacks to be ineffective. So he decided to grab Raizen's head and headbutted him. With his nose bloodied suddenly, Raizen left himself vulnerable for a killer punch to the face. Kal punched him so hard that the Saiyan left the stratosphere.
Raizen shook his head to regain his senses and stared down at the ground. "Oh that's how we are going to fight? Fine!" Raising his ki, Raizen's aura changed to blue, and his hair stiffened and turned blue. He shot down to the ground where Superman was standing and smashed into him so hard and fast that both of them traveled through planet and exited out the South Pole.
Using his newly increased speed and strength, Raizen attacked Kal with such great strength and speed that the Kryptonian was overpowered in a matter of moments. Raizen kept moving around his opponent, attacking the openings and dodging any heavy attacks with ease.
Floating in the air victorious, Raizen grabbed the near-unconscious Kryptonian by the neck. "I have to say, your power isn't that, but no fighting technique at all. And I have to help you prepare? We have a lot of work to do."
"Prepare..." Kal choked out and Raizen let him go, allowing his former opponent to float freely. "Prepare for what?"
Before Raizen could answer, Kal heard people call his name. "Tell me later. I have to go!" The Man of Steel flew away, leaving the Saiyan behind. Not wanting to wait, the Saiyan followed him. They arrived at a giant supertanker slowly sinking into the ocean. Raizen crossed his arms and observed how Superman used his super-breath to freeze the water around the ship to prevent it from sinking and diving into the ocean to lift the tanker above the water. As the ship was falling, a passenger fell from the lifted ship. Raizen sighed and flew down to catch him.
"Hey!" The guy looked up at Raizen. "Are you Superman's brother or something?"
"No," Raizen commented and threw screaming man onto the ship. He watched as the Kryptonian flew to the nearest port with the ship above his head. His strength was incredible, but nothing that Raizen hadn't seen before.
Superman gently dropped the ship to a port several hundred miles away and watched as its passengers ran to land and celebrated their survival.
As Raizen approached him, Superman sighed. "Before you hit me again, who are you exactly, and why are you here?"
Raizen glanced down at the ground, where the passengers were waving at Superman. "Let's go somewhere else, and I will tell you everything."
Kal reluctantly nodded and followed Raizen to an ocean cliff far away from everybody in that area. Raizen and Kal landed on the ground, facing each other.
"So are you going to answer my questions?" Kal asked, and Raizen sighed.
"My name is Raizen, a member of an interdimensional military organization known as the Time Patrol," Raizen spoke. "Time Patrol's mission is to prevent catastrophes caused by time-meddling and other space-time cataclysms to preserve the stability of the multiverse. I came here specifically to deal with one event that is going to happen."
Kal frowned and crossed his arms, but continued to listen. Raizen pulled on his pocket the scroll of time and opened. From the scroll, a hologram-like visual was created.
"The coming calamity has many names. The Dark God, Uxas, the Omega Effect. But most of all he is known and feared as Darkseid." Raizen commented as a visual of Darkseid watching over his flaming planet Apocalypse appeared. "One of the most feared beings in this multiverse, he has enslaved and conquered countless worlds. Earth is next."
The Man of Steel clenched his fist. "If he comes here, then I will stop him."
"You alone can't." The Saiyan spoke as Kal and silhouettes of other people around him was shown. "When Darkseid arrives, you will encounter others much like yourself who have dedicated their lives to saving this world. Together, you defeat him, or at least, you're supposed to."
"What do you mean supposed to?" Kal asked. "You mean we don't stop Darkseid?"
"That's the big question." Raizen answered. "Time Patrol detected a massive shift in the time-line; someone has meddled with the timeline so that Darkseid conquers this world. And I am here to stop and arrest that meddler." Raizen put away the scroll. "In all honesty, I don't know where this meddler is. So my only choice is to wait for that person here, on Earth, when the Darkseid's invasions begin. That also means I have another obligation."
"Which is?" Kal asked.
Raizen pointed at Kal. "To prepare you for the invasion. You may think you are invincible, but Darkseid is more powerful than anything you can imagine. And, based on our fight, you don't stand a chance against me, much less Darkseid. At least, right now you don't."
Kal unfolded his arms. "So...you are going to train me?"
"Yes." Raizen nodded. "While my objective is to arrest this Time Breaker, my main goal is to put back the timeline as it's supposed to be. I can't do that all by myself."
The Man of Steel's face relaxed. "What then?"
"Well, I don't know." Raizen sighed. "My mission doesn't extend that much ahead. We have one year until the invasion begins. One year to get you strong enough to at least challenge Darkseid and his legions." He then extended one arm forward. "Of course, I won't force you to train. But let me tell you at least this. Darkseid's conquered worlds number in thousands...but almost nobody remembers their names. Do you know why?"
Kal shook his head, and Raizen answered.
"Because he destroyed everything about them. Their past, culture, and their people. Earth might become the same if you don't take this chance.
Kal looked at Raizen's hand for a while, and then took it. "Alright. I'll trust you."
Raizen's face broke in a smile. "Great! Now, let's get something to eat. I'm starved!"
The Kryptonian looked at the Saiyan's sudden change in demeanor and couldn't believe himself. "Just what the hell did I get myself into?"
That's it! The Prologue! Next chapter we will introduce new characters, both DC and DBZ. And I will also post their power/battle levels and my reasoning behind them.
Context:
Yamoshi is the official name of the legendary Super Saiyan that Vegeta references to in the manga and anime. He is both the Legendary Super Saiyan AND the Original Super Saiyan God, confirmed by Toriyama himself. I will fit in his background story later in special chapters.
I created Casava as Yamoshi's wife because I think it's a theme that the strongest warriors have even stronger wives to some degree. I didn't want to write Casava like Chichi or Bulma, so I wrote her as a warrior wife.
Raizen, if you guys already haven't figured out, is Yamoshi's eldest son. Some hardcore anime/manga fans may recognize that 'Raizen' comes from Yu Yu Hakusho. I justed wanted to use Raizen because that name is really badass. His background story may be explored in special chapters as well.
For those that argue that Raizen is overpowered or Superman was depowered, let me just say that when Raizen was fighting against Superman, he was in his Saiyan Beyond God form, an empowered base state where the Saiyan is utilizing the powers of a GOD. This was the state that Goku was in when fighting against the Final Form Frieza in Revival of F. I feel that a Saiyam in SBG state is equivalent to a normal Kryptonian under yellow sun.
Please Review! More Reviews = More Chapters. If you have any suggestions for enemies and/or new characters and /or battles, suggest and I might add them! And please no flames!