Chapter 1: Arrival
Far above in the sky, on a peaceful planet called Earth, beyond the cloud's boundaries, stood Kami's Lookout, home of Earth's Guardian and Creator of the Dragon Balls. Its surface, framed with palm trees, emanated a peaceful aura to everything around.
There, a boy no older than fourteen years old was floating in mid-air, in a Buda stance meditating. He wore a purple fighting Gi, along with a white paddler on his shoulders. An especial one he had created, which weighted more than a million tons. It was one of the best ways for him to train. He had been pushing his body to his limits for the last three years, since the fight with the monster Cell. A fight that costed him his family.
The demiSaiyan Son Gohan, of course, just so happen to be the strongest living being in the universe.
Inside the Lookout, a good old green-skinned alien, wearing Gohan's same outfit observed his student training. As both teacher and foster-father to Gohan, he was proud of who he had become.
Gohan's eyes opened, his black eyes inexpressive. He stood back in his feet, concentrating his inner power. A golden aura surrounded him, exploding with ki power. His shoulder length hair went gold, and his eyes went emerald-green. Shockwaves pushed the palm trees, though not uprooting them. Good thing he had controlled the transformation. But he didn't stop there. His power increased even more, his golden aura now emitting lighting bolts, and becoming more jagged. His golden hair now spiked up, his golden locks standing totally upwards, not affected by gravity pull. The emerald eyes became an aqua colored. The entire Lookout trembled under the ascended Super Saiyan. Or Super Saiyan two, as Gohan decided to call it.
Gohan closed his eyes, his aura disappearing and his golden hair turning more white color. The half Saiyan had long ago also mastered the second transformation, just like his father taught him to do so with the first one.
Yet, Gohan looked down to his hands.
"Is this all I can hope to achieve?" Gohan thought to himself. Was this his limit? Couldn't he go further beyond? He was sure his father was thinking the same thing in the Other World. And he would surely be training to achieve the level beyond. And if Goku could, why couldn't Gohan? He was Goku's son, after all.
Gohan's head jerked up, a prime howl leaving his throat. His aura came alive, lightnings coming off dangerously. The Lookout was trembling even more, though now the entire planet was feeling the aftershocks of his increasing powers. The clouds of the entire world started to circle above him, now storm lightnings striking the Earth Guardian's sanctuary. His hair was becoming more rigid, His blue eyes mixing with a green color. Amazingly, now black pupils were on his eyes.
Piccolo crossed his forearms in front of him, yet the continous shock waves were pushing him back. After all this years training with Gohan, in which his powers increased, he was still no match for the young DemiSaiyan he called his son.
Just like Gohan, another Saiyan, a full blooded one, was powering up in the same fashion Gohan was. He had been training in Grand Kai's planet for the last three years, since his death at the hands of the monster Cell. Knowing his presence on Earth was the one that caused so much trouble before, the palm tree haired Saiyan called Goku, decided to not be wished back to life.
And for the last years, he had been training his body like if there was no tomorrow. Since in the Other World the dead warriors don't have energy to waste, his body could hold the Super Saiyan transformation for, well, undefined time, as dead people don't age and there was no concept of time either. Also, his dead body could handle more strain, something the Saiyan took advantage of, when he trained using both the Super Saiyan transformation with the power boost Kaioken. It may be a dangerous combination, but a powerful one, in the hands of a trained warrior. Also, using the Kaioken with his Super transformation was what he needed to rapidly achieve the second level of Super Saiyan.
Just like his son when he fought Cell, the full blooded Saiyan had now achieved the ascended Super Saiyan. After mastering it, and then using the Kaioken with it, Goku's power has now increased beyond what anyone could have expected.
And on this day, he would prove it.
The Saiyan stopped doing his martial arts routine, with weights on his arms and legs of ten million tons each. He let loose the weight, falling to the ground with a thud. Gohan's father rose his head, and started screaming. His yell reached the boundaries of the Other World, passing through both Paradise and Hell, before his own power exploded. Everything started to tremble, as if the dimensions were shifting around the colossal amount of power he was gathering from his inside. Colors started to change around him, as if the light Spectrum had suddenly gone mad. His ear-breaking scream echoed through every dead warrior and warrioress from the Four Galaxies, gathered in the training planet.
Lightnings circled Gohan, each one getting closer and closer to him. His power was escalating, just like his father's power was doing on another dimension. What both father and son didn't realise, is that their combined powers were crippling Reality itself, shifting the plane of existence. Or better said, the focal point, which stood right above Gohan.
A much more powerful lighting hit the Lookout, blasting smoke everywhere. Once it cleared, Piccolo was no longer seeing or feeling his student's energy.
Goku's transformation finished, his hair going back to midnight black and palm tree. He did it. He had ascended. But there was something wrong.
"Why do I have the feeling that something has suddenly disappeared?" Goku thought to himself. Something was really off, if it was bothering him. He still didn't knew what it was, or who it was.
The young Saiyan called Gohan opened his eyes, his brain racking inside his head, though most of the pain was subsiding after some minutes of rest. He flipped with a martial arts movement to his feet, and saw that he was no longer in the Lookout. And it was night apparently.
"Where the heck am I?" Gohan thought, making a mental list of the places he knew. The place didn't look like Capsule Corps or South City. In fact, it didn't look like any of the cities he had ever been to. There were no flying cars, and the skyscrapers had never been there before. Unless they had materialized out of thin air with him along, nothing indicated otherwise that he was on Earth. Not his Earth.
He closed his eyes, his energy sensing coming to work. The demiSaiyan, however, couldn't feel any of his friends. Piccolo, Krillin, even Vegeta. Where the hell was he? Or where the hell were them?
His question remained unanswered, when he felt a sudden power nearby. Above human it was, but a weakling next to him. It was just a few meters away, inside a child's park. The energy was hiding in the bushes, helped with the cloak of the night.
One of the many things Gohan learnt, was never to attack innocent people. But at the same time, he knew preventive action could do far more good. If he was attacking anyone evil, that is.
Releasing a small yellow ki orb, the attack went right into the bushes. Only for a shadowed figure to jump up, dodging the atack. But of course, Gohan had only used the sphere as a diversion for his enemy to appear.
The man stood six feet tall, almond hair and eyes. Some cut brown outfit covered him. It wasn't hard too, not to notice the fangs he had. It looked like a human lion or tiger. Though the animal fur he was wearing made Gohan remembered of the Sabretooth tigers that lived nearby his house.
"Alright whelp, surrender peacefully and don't make me angry" the man called Sabretooth warned.
"Look man, I don't know who you are, and I particularly don't care!" Gohan said, his voice sounding fearless as he was. First he appeared where only Kami knows, and then some kind of wild man threatens him. He had enough "But nobody threatens me and walks away so easily!"
"Then come and get me, brat" the mutant said, attacking forward, his finger nails, tuning into sharp claws. Gohan sidestepped the brute attack, which lacked any kind of martial training. Sabretooth went into attack mode again, his hands a blur to normal people. But the demiSaiyan just moved back, dodging every and each of the blows. This fight was totally one-sided. However, Sabretooth been the arrogant man he was, wouldn't give up so easily.
With a metallic helmet on his head, a bald man, sitting on a wheelchair, was scanning the world, detecting especial people with the help of his machine Cerebro. The old man had the especial gift of Telepathy, allowing him to read others mind, though that was one of many things he could do. He was Charles Xavier, a mutant, though he really wanted to show that mutants and humans weren't so different from each other.
He had been tracking a few isolated cases of New mutants. Many were suddenly developing, and mutants population was increasing with every passing day. His School for Especial Gifted was made for the purpose of helping those youngsters that didn't have control over their gifts.
His eyes closed, when a well-known mutant power appeared fighting someone totally unrecognisable.
"Well, this is a curious case" The telepath said almost to himself. But someone overheard him.
"What or who is a curious case Chuck?" a man dressed in black t-shirt, jeans and with a scowl on his face said, entering Cerebro. James Logan Howlett or Wolverine, was the best in what he did, and what he did wasn't nice.
"I've found a very particular power case. Yet those same powers are intriguing. They aren't like those of a mutant, but I can't either say they are those a normal person would develope." Charles explained "His mind is a well-protected one, too"
"A new mutant?" a dark-skin woman with long white hair, dressed in a black outfit said. Ororo Monroe or Storm, may look friendly, and she was. But one shouldn't cross her. Especially if you didn't want to be struck by one of her famous lighting bolts. 'Lightnings never impacted twice in the same spot' was the common said. But of course, Storm would decide how many would impact, and how much pain would be inflicted.
"Hi Storm, and no, I don't think this particular boy is a mutant, but maybe something more" Charles explained again. "And Sabretooth is attacking him"
Wolverine clenched his teeth. How many times did Sabretooth mess with mutant affair? His boss Magneto, surely wanted to influence on the new comer.
"Let's go, Storm" Logan ordered walking out to the flying aircraft known as Blackbird, with Storm following not far behind him. Sabretooth needed to be put down to rest. A permanent rest maybe.
The wild mutant savaged a right claw attack, though Gohan easily backflipped, his feet connecting with Sabretooth's jaw. The mutant flew up to the sky, his eyes closed in grimace. Gohan reappeared right above him, delivering a descendant axe strike to the mutant's midsection. Sabretooth closed his eyes in pain even more, before falling back to the ground, with meteor power. The concrete street shattered in pieces, with the wild mutant descending to the putrid sewers.
Gohan floated back to the ground, walking slowly in the opposite direction of his fallen enemy. It was night-time when he arrived, so he was sure any sleeping neighbour would already be spying from their windows. And he needed to stay hidden as long as possible. He really didn't want to bring unwanted attention to him.
A sudden feeling made him to squat on place, his body going down. A clawed-hand whip passed right above him, cutting some hair strings. Gohan moved in a blur, disappearing from beneath Sabretooth, to reappear some meters away. Sabretooth was perfectly healthy, though angry, and reeking in a putrid smell. How the wild man was still alive though, was another question for another time. It was time to finish this fight.
"Alright runt, you asked for it!" Sabretooth threaten, his body falling forward, now standing on hands and feet, like a tiger. Or a sabretooth tiger, better. He jumped with speed of a cheetah, his claws fully outsheded, ready to cut the blasted child to ribbons.
Gohan clutched his fists together, on his right side. That man had no idea what he got himself into.
Cloaking the Blackbird with an especial invisibility button, both X-Men moved though narrowed alleys, Storm floating and Wolverine running, three metal claws coming out between his knuckles, right to where Professor had found the new comer, be it mutant or not. Both suddenly saw how a blur moved upwards, right towards Sabretooth, and with a booming noise, Logan saw Creed flying out to the stratosphere and out of the estate. Possibly out of the country too, but he wouldn't hope so much.
Though it was night, both mutants could see the boy's black hair in locks, flowing down to his shoulders. A white paddler was covering his shoulders, and he was dressed in a purple outfit. It reminded Logan of an old martial arts school he had trained in.
As if he had felt their presence, the child spun around in a blur, changing into a fighting stance. His black eyes showed a lot of determination. Logan knew that look. The kid saw bloodshed before.
"Who are you?" Gohan asked, demanding. Logan's metal claws shed back to his arms, before raising his hands in the air. So did Storm. Both knew that fighting this young man was a complete suicide on their part.
"We are not here to hurt you, Bub" Logan said, loud and clear. Gohan's eyebrow rose by the sudden nickname "We only want to talk to you"
Gohan left his fighting stance, but his mind was still racking with possibilities. This two at least didn't threaten him. Yet, that didn't mean he had to (and he wouldn't) put his guard down. Since Cell fiasco, the young half- Saiyan knew, never to give your opponent the advantage. His black eyes remained still on their new friends or foes. The next movement would decide on which side they will be.
"What do you want from me?" the half Saiyan asked.
"Young one, I know you are scare, but you must not let your powers frighten you" Storm tried to persuade Gohan "The Xavier Institute can help you control them"
Xavier Institute? Frighten of his powers? Who were they?
"What do you mean with 'frighten of my powers'? I have always controlled them" Gohan said, shocking the mutants "The only thing I want to know is where I am"
"Professor can help you, kid. Just give him a chance and he'll give you the answers you are looking for" Logan said. In a way, it was a very blatant lie. He had also wanted answers of his forgotten past times, yet Xavier had been not to clear about it.
Gohan relaxed, giving in. For the time being, though. If there was any threat, he would not hesitate in blast anyone to death. Too much he has already lost for been careless. His family was the example.
Far away from the United States of America, far away from any America, atop of Mount Everest, was a tall man. The normally calm weather of the high mountains was a raging cyclone of dark clouds, lightnings coming down with terrible power. The man was doing it.
He was standing nearly seven feet tall, with broad muscles all over him, a work of eons of fights. His outfit wasn't exactly a conventional one. A red cape flowed down his back, a silver helmet framed his face, letting his golden hair to flow down to his middle back. Yellow boots covered his feet up to knee-length, with blue pants covering the rest of his legs. His upper body had a sleeveless black outfit, framed with silver dots and red wristbands. On his right hand, stood with firm grip a short mallet, shaped into a hammer. A war hammer, precisely. In the back side of it, one could read the ancient inscription, framed on it by the All-father of Asgard. The mystical metal Uru, was shining with electricity as its master commanded it to do. The whirlwind tornado would seem like the last place one could see a man standing peacefully, but yet there he was, his eyes closed in meditation.
The God of Thunder, The Thunderer, Mjolnir's Master. All of them, were the same person: Thor Odinson, Son of Odin Borson and Gaea, Prince and future King of Asgard.
Odinson wasn't one to be bothered easily. However, for the last minutes, his mystical weapon, Mjolnir had detected a new disturbance in the world he had lived in for decades. Some kind of power surge, comparable to any God. In fact, the power outclassed many of the powerful Asgardian warriors he called friends and brothers.
Who this new comer was, Thor had no idea. But if the Avenger knew something, was that so much power was needed as an Allie. Midgard needed more heroes, as the evil forces were continuously pushing the shadows over the Nine Realms. His hundreds of years of experience was telling him that whoever has arrived, would change the world. And he needed to be on his or her good side. His inner warrior, however, was telling him to test the comer. To make him stronger. To turn him into a force to be reckoned with.
The thunderer started to spin around his hammer, before taking off in the air, at sonic speeds. He would investigate the new comer in detail later. Now, he had some Wrecking Crew to wreck even more. He always enjoyed kicking asses