Note: This is a sequel to my previous story 2 Arrivals. Please read that one before continuing on to this one. Thank You.

Mark couldn't see anything for a moment. He knew he must be dead, that blast from Frieza was a killer. He didn't feel his body, nor did he have the idea he had his eyes open. Suddenly though, there was a spot of light, far in the distance. He felt a rush, a tingling sensation. The light got bigger and bigger. Mark finally could feel his legs and could blink. He looked down and saw his feet, naked. He had his normal clothes on, like they where new. He stepped forward on an invisible ground. Noise was distant, hollow. When the light fully surrounded him he stepped on a white floor. He had to adjust his eyes to the light surrounding him. His hearing returned. He stood, in a line. A line of small clouds he noticed. The clouds where white with golden halo's above them. Mark looked up, above his head hovered a golden halo as well. He touched it, it bounced left and right, it felt metallic and warm. Some of the clouds where jumping up and down. Besides the line creatures with blue faces and horns on their heads walked past the line. Some had big black glasses on. They had neat clothes on with ties and long, brown trousers. They each had a clipboard in hand. Mark looked behind him as the line slowly moved forward. More clouds got in line behind him appearing out of nowhere. Mark looked up ahead. In the distance he saw a huge building, like an airport terminal. Well, even though Mark wasn't religious he couldn't think of any other thing then that he was standing in line to go into heaven. One of the blue men walked past him. The 'demon'(mark decided to call them demons) looked, kinda bored, up from his clipboard at Mark, then back down again and walked on. Mark followed his movement. Suddenly the demon stood still and looked back at Mark again. His eyes widened. He slipped with one quick move right in front of Mark. From his pocket he grabbed some big black glasses and put them on. He studied Mark top to bottom with his big eyes. Then he pointed.

"You... You still have a body."

Mark looked in surprise at his body. "Well yes. Looks like. Is that a problem?" The demon didn't answer him. He looked on his clipboard.

"Hm... Is your name by any chance Goku?"

Mark stared at the demon. "Uhm, no. My name is Mark. Mark Kent." The demon looked at Mark, then back at his clipboard again. He moved his finger over it then tapped on it.

"Ah yes. I see it now. Wrong dimension. Yes, Mark Kent. You may move up the line. King Yemma is expecting you at the check-in." He pointed at the terminal building.

"Uhm, excuse me. But am i in heaven?"

The demon looked at Mark questionably. "Everyone got a different name for it. You better go and check in. Then you'll see where you will be put. But I got a hunch."

Mark stepped out of the line. "A hunch? Oh, alright. But what are all these cloud thingies?"

The demon looked surprised. "Well they are souls of course, standing in line too be put either in what you call heaven or hell."

Mark looked at the souls. They where all the same. "Ah, and you are a demon to help sort them out?"

Now the demon looked angry. "Demon? I am an ogre. Demons belong in Hell, they control the souls there, angels in heaven and ogres here."

"And where is here?" Mark asked.

"I don't have time for all these questions, as you can see the line is not getting any shorter i still need to find all the sentient lizards among them, move along now. King Yemma can answer your questions although i doubt he has much time."

Mark stepped out of the line "Well thank you."

"Yes, yes. Move along then." The ogre trailed with his eyes back to his clipboard. Mark walked past the line. He noticed sounds coming from the souls as he passed by, but he didn't understand any of it. Some seemed to be whispering to each other. As he got closer to the terminal he saw more lines of souls from different sides of the building. They where all headed in. Mark walked into the building, which looked strangely Japanese. Inside it was huge. Dubai International airport looked only a small corridor in comparison. After walking a bit more he finally saw the front of the line. There stood a huge desk, at least 5 times higher than Mark. He stood in front of it, the line of souls moved up towards the top of the desk. Mark lifted in the air. When he was able to look over the desk he saw a huge red man sitting behind it. He had a black beard and the same kind of horns as the other ogres did. This must be King Yemma. He was busy with all kinds of different papers while soul after soul passed his desk. Mark cleared his throat. One of the blue ogres behind the desk with King Yemma looked up from his clipboard.

"Uhm, King Yemma. You have a visitor."

King Yemma didn't look up from his papers. "Oh, what is it now. Not that princess snake again? I am getting fed up with that woman."

"Uhm no sir. Look." King Yemma looked up from his papers at Mark. His face was grumpy but when he saw Mark he smiled.

"Ah yes. The warrior. Yes, look closely gentlemen. You don't see a warrior of his caliber often." One of the ogres continued working with the clouds while King Yemma shook Marks hand. Well, King Yemma hands where so big he just took Mark's entire arm and shook it.

"Why does he still have his body sir? Only people who have sacrificed excessive amounts are allowed to keep their body." Asked one of the ogres. King Yemma started looking through more papers on the side of his desk, then opened a drawer and tossed papers from it looking for a specific one. Then he found it.

"Aha. Here it is. Let me see." He read the paper thoroughly. "Yes, Mark Kent isn't it? Of Earth?"

Mark nodded. "Yes sire."

King Yemma laughed. "No need for such formalities son. That is Earth customs. You are in other world now. Now lets see. Ah yes here it is. 'saved his planet from his evil brother Raditz and helped defeat the Changeling Frieza and prevented him from obtaining immortality.' Looks like a worthy reason to keep one's body."

"Oh sir. I am sure there where dozens of others like me, just doing what was right, what needed to be done."

"Indeed. But only few have managed to gain so much power in the name of good, plus preventing someone as evil as Frieza from becoming immortal is definitely an accomplishment that we appreciate out here in other world. Looks like you saved the Namekian people as well. Good, i like them. Their elder is a good man, great chess player." King Yemma winked.

"Uhm, i am sorry. But i am not so sure why i am here then."

King Yemma looked surprised. "Ah yes. Well my son, once in a couple of centuries a hero like yourself gets to keep his body. This means a great many things. One of them is that you have the sacred privilege to walk snakeway."

Mark looked bewildered. "What is snakeway?" The other ogres started to whisper to eachother, some of the souls started jumping up and down again.

"You don't know what snakeway is? Where you not taught by your master about that and King Kai?"

Mark thought for a moment. "No, not really."

"Well what did you master do tell you?"

"Uhm, well my Karate instructor did tell about how buddhist monks focus their chi to achieve control of the body and mind. But never really got into that."

King Yemma's eyes got wider. "You mean you where not taught in the ways of Chi? On every planet in the galaxy some type of teachings of chi are given, galaxy rules."

"Well on my planet they do teach it, but i never got into it, that was all the way on the other side of the planet. I did learn about it when I was trained in martial arts, but I was never taught how to control it."

"But you can fly. And you do have an extremely high power level. So you must know Chi, i can feel that in you."

Mark looked at his body while he was hovering in the air. "Well yes, once i figured out how to fly everything just went natural after. My brother showed me how to fly, he helped me understand it."

"Aha, so your brother is familiar with the ways of the chi."

Mark smiled. "Not really. He was born that way. He is pretty much indestructible, can fly, shoots lasers from his eyes and can travel many times faster than the speed of light." The ogres looked at each other, King Yemma raised an eyebrow. He rubbed his chin and then grabbed a paper from his desk.

"Hm, you brother is Kryptonian. I don't like those, too much mind and not enough body. But that does explain his abilities. Yes. Curious. Kryptonians comes from the East part of the galaxy while you are from the South."

Mark remembered what Raditz had said. "Yes, we where both send to Earth by coincidence. My brother as the last survivor of his race and me as a conqueror. Now we are together Earth's greatest heroes."

King Yemma cleared his throat. "Well, 2 things about that. 1. You are not the greatest of the heroes of Earth. 2. Your brother Clark is not the last member of his race."

Mark's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" He said with a loud voice, the other ogres looked up from their work in astonishment, nobody has talked to King Yemma like that before. "Like so where are they then? I know Clark would die to meet ones of his own kind."

King Yemma got upset. "This is not a family reunion, you are here to go along snakeway and train under King Kai. Perhaps then you can call yourself Earth's greatest hero."

"Train huh? Well i wouldn't mind that, but actually i was hoping there might be a way for me to get back home. If I could choose that is."

"WHAT!?" King Yemma rose up from his chair. The other ogres took a few steps back. "You, would mock your great privilege talking about returning to the land of the living? What do you think you are? Immortal?"

"Well no, but i hope my brother and the Namekian's will wish me back with the dragonballs." King Yemma again opened his desk drawer and started looking through it. He picked a very old book out of it and flung through it.

"Hm, I see. These dragonballs can grant wishes. They can wish you back to life. Hm, ancient mystical devices. Class C i think."

"Uhm, King Yemma please. Do all dead beings come through this gate?"

King Yemma looked up from the book. "Hm? Yes, yes they do."

"Do you then perhaps have seen Frieza get passed here after me. We have been standing here for quite some time, he should have been here by now i would guess."

King Yemma looked at the ogre handling the souls. He looked back at King Yemma and lifted his shoulders up. It looked down on his papers then looked back at King Yemma and shook his head. "No, it seems this Frieza is still alive."

"WHAT?!" Mark got closer to King Yemma. "But... But i gotta warn them! If he is still alive he will go to Earth. We told him about Earth. Stupid. My brother is strong, but what if Frieza brings an army?"

King Yemma looked at Mark hovering over his desk. "You willing to train now? Look, the dragonballs take 130 Earth days to again be able to grant wishes. Go to King Kai, he might be willing to contact your friends on Earth for you."

Mark calmed down. "Wow, he can do that? This King Kai must be really smart."

King Yemma frowned "He is a deity. The ruler of the North part of the galaxy. He can see and hear all that is going on in that part of the galaxy when he wants. He can also talk to anyone in that part of the galaxy. Now, go. I have wasted enough time on you." King Yemma returned to his papers. One of the ogres that was standing on the desk walked up to Mark.

"Come with me, i will show you the start of snakeway. Better hurry, it is a long walk." Mark touched down onto the desk and followed the ogre. This ogre was very talkative, a bit queer too. It wasn't a long walk to Snakeway but this ogre told almost the entire history of the other world. He also told that King Yemma is the only one that has been able to cross Snakeway once to King Kai's place. That shocked Mark a bit and he asked how long it would take him. The ogre said it took King Yemma 5 Earth years. Mark fell over at that point. The ogre mentioned he calculated that in Earth measurements it is 1 billion kilometers, or about 625 million miles long. That, was long. The ogre warned Mark that if he where to fall off and fall through the clouds he would wind up in what humans would call Hell and never be able to return. That said, they reached the start. Mark saw a large stone head of a snake in front of him. The body of the snake was a road that went all the way across the horizon, beyond where Mark could see. The ogre wished him good luck and waved him off. Mark stood on the head of the snake and looked across. He lifted into the air and charged up. Then he shot off following the road, leaving the ogre behind stunned. This will be a long flight.

Clark and Piccolo where staring out of the spaceship front view window. They where watching a Planet fall apart. Clark, Superman in his current state had powers most humans would consider being close to a god now. Once, a while ago the International Space Station had blown apart right in his face. He had been able to reconstruct it back into its original state within minutes through his super speed, photographic memory and supersight. A planet, he now knew, was way to complex to attempt a stunt like that. The explosion that occurred on Namek broke most of the planet towards the sun's direction and was now being sucked in by its gravitational pull. A few million kilometers away there was a gas giant, which was also being ripped apart. Most debris from Namek that was flung out were caught up by that gas giant so no dangerous projectiles could threaten another liveable planet in a close-by solar system(with a red star). This planet was not inhabitable by the Namekians however. Piccolo had been in contact with his race and told them of the situation. The Namekians are a hopeful race, nothing seemed to let their spirits down. With the dragonballs destroyed Clark knew there was no hope in bringing Mark back to life, or planet Namek. Clark was sitting in the commanding seat of the ship with his hands in his hair. Piccolo came out from the communication chamber.

"Guru just died."

Clark looked up. For the first time he saw tears in Piccolo's eyes. He stood up and stepped in front of Piccolo. He placed his hands on his shoulder. "I am sorry for your loss. I am... Sorry about everything."

Piccolo placed his hand on Clark's shoulder in return, understanding the meaning. "You don't apologize. If it wasn't for you and your brother Mark Kent, our people would be dead. It was my decision that caused my planet to be destroyed, not yours."

"I, shouldn't have trusted Frieza so much. I should have respected your wishes. It was a weak decision."

"You did the best you could. You lost your brother because of this. I know that if there was a chance to trade places you would take it without hesitation. That shows character, and compassion. I respect that. Everything happens for a reason." Clark nodded slightly. He looked down to the ground. Piccolo shook his shoulder making him look up again. "You have defeated Frieza and saved my people. We will forever be in your debt. Plus, you personally saved my life. I am in your debt and I will go with you untill I can repay my debt." Clark looked at Piccolo "Plus, I think I can give a great contribution to the people of Earth. How far away is it? I think we should go." Clark was surprised to hear this. He looked back at the ruins of Namek again.

"With Namek gone and Guru, the dragonballs are lost aren't they?" Clark asked.

"Correct. The ancient dragon Porunga is gone. After 2000 years." Piccolo responded

Clark's eyes got wider. 2000 years, that's how old Guru was? And he made the entire namekian race. How curious of an evolution cycle did the planet have, such few lifeforms and flora but rich in minerals and spirit. Clark knew about spirit. Forever a shame that such a bastion of hope and peace and serenity is lost. But at least the Namekian's themselves had survived.

Clark looked at Piccolo "Where will your people live now?"

Piccolo didn't respond at first. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

He then said: "My people have struggled on our planet for centuries, since the climate changed and everything died so long ago. Now, we have an opportunity. But, i think we will not live in space and live a nomadic life." He lifted his head up again and opened his eyes.

"Why not?" Clark wondered.

Piccolo looked at Clark. "We have something different in mind. But i must ask you a question first."

Clark looked at him in wonder "Ask away."

"This planet Earth, what kind of planet is it?"

Clark's eyes got wider. "Oh, you are thinking about settling on Earth?" Piccolo nodded.

"Well, i hate to break this to you but Earth is inhabited by a sentient race"

"Yes, we know that. We where hoping we could share the planet with the humans Mark talked about, i am sure there is a land mass on the planet we can settle on, to stay away from the native population as much as possible, we don't want to impose."

Clark frowned a little. He understood the Namekian's with their population would have no trouble settling on a small surface. He wondered what the Namekian's would think of humans and planet Earth. He gave a little smile.

"Hm, i think you might have a problem there." Clark responded.

"Why is that? Are there no big land masses on Earth? The 'blue planet' Mark called it, it must have a lot of water."

Clark's smile got bigger. Namek didn't have any oceans, just a few large lakes. None were salt water either, with only a few small fish in it. "Yes it does. In fact, let me show you. Will you go with me to Earth? You could be the judge of it."

Piccolo's eyes got bigger. "Yes, i would love to see your planet, it would be quite interesting."

"Good, let's go then. I'll take you to Earth." Clark gave Piccolo directions to sit down and strap in, the journey won't take long. All this time yellow solar rays have bombarded it, it will take a few seconds to get back to Earth.

"These humans are not like you or Mark am i right?" Piccolo asked.

"Well we do look exactly the same, we are able as a kryptonian and Saiyan to blend in perfectly. A human family raised us. Our, abilities however are not heard of. There are people who have powers, they are also warriors of sorts on earth of human descendent but almost none of them actually have these powers through genetic or ancestral origin." Superman went outside, grabbed the bottom of the ship and shot off.

A few seconds later they arrived back at Earth. What a wonderful sight. Somehow the Sun's solar rays did more good to Clark than any other star, probably because he had gotten used to this one.

"Come on, I'll take you to JLA HQ." Clark said, descending upon the planet.

Piccolo had never seen anything like it. He had heard stories, from Guru and the few alien merchants that came to Namek(mostly lost people asking directions) but he never imagined another world, how it looked. Magnificent. Namek was beautiful with its green glow and few blue spots. But this planet was almost entirely blue, like it was a gigantic glass sphere with liquid flowing inside it. It has much more clouds, large thick groups of them all around. This planet had adapted to its yellow sun, it looked gorgeous in it, Piccolo wondered how Namek would look in a yellow sun.

As they came down onto the planet Piccolo noticed something. Next to the fact there where a very large amount of satellites orbiting the planet(piccolo could spot them with his enhanced vision but also hear them) he felt a lot of traffic in the air of the planet's atmosphere. These humans obviously felt transportation to be very important with these large bird-like vehicles flying all around. Then, he noticed the land surface. The surface, Clark told him it was called North-America was quite mysterious. For the first time in his life he saw a desert, a mountain range, frozen land, lush forests and large cities all on 1 piece of land surrounded by water left and right. The large cities caught most of his attention of course. There must be thousands living in them. Piccolo never imagined more than a few hundred sentient beings living in one spot, but this was truly incredible. They went closer to one of the largest cities adjacent to the Eastern coast. It consisted of 4 major area's with a river separating the sections. Two parts where even on an island.

"What is this place called?" Piccolo asked.

"New York City. It's the largest city on the continent and a HQ for the world leaders to come together called the UN." Clark yelled from under the ship.

"How many people live here?" Piccolo wondered.

"Well, just the city itself about 9 million." Clark answered bluntly.

Piccolo fell over. 9 million? There haven't been that many Namekians born in the entire history he believed. Incredible that so many people lived in 1 place, and one of so many places. Piccolo saw plenty of that kind of cities when he was still high above the ground. He calculated.

"So there are probably about 6 billion humans on this world?" He asked

"Almost 7 billion by now." Clark answered.

"and all of them have special powers they didn't inherit?"

"No, not even a 10th of a percent of them do. You'll meet some of them in a short while."

The came down onto the city. In the center island, called Manhattan they came close to a building that stuck right above all the others, though the others where very high as well. On it stood a name in a language Piccolo didn't understand yet. Clark explained it said "JLA" which meant "Justice League of America".

There was a flat area with a big H on it where Clark set the spaceship down, it barely fit. Piccolo got out. The atmosphere was cold and smokey, like a volcano was near. The yellow sun shone high in the air, Piccolo had to adjust his eyes to its brightness, but it didn't burn his skin.

Clark came from behind the ship.

"Its spring now, the sun is not that close to the Earth it would burn your skin that fast. Best if you just don't stay in too long." As they walked inside Clark answered some more questions of Piccolo while Clark explained about the tower. He called it state of the art, Piccolo didn't really see that. It looked hardly endurable and had way too much glass. Clark said it was built to withstand shock waves, missile attack and even a F5 tornado.

Suddenly Piccolo felt something pass him on his left very fast. He saw nothing but a big red stripe. Then again on his right. Suddenly a man stood in front of him in a strange red outfit, he had a helmet on with wings on it...

"Piccolo, I'd like you to meet one of the members of the JLA, Flash the fastest man alive" Said Clark as Flash and him shook hands.

"Nice to meet you Piccolo, you are from the planet Namek isn't that right? I'm sorry about what happened to it, Superman send the information to us a few hours ago. The one who did it, Frieza is it? He got what he deserved." The Flash talked very fast Piccolo noticed, everything about him was quite fast to be honest. Piccolo didn't like him, Piccolo was used to calmness and patience. He didn't say a word to him to make him understand that. Flash looked at him strangely first, but moved on to Clark pretty fast.

Flash and Superman hugged to Piccolo's surprise.

"I'm sorry to hear about your brother Superman. Can't believe he is actually dead. I wish i could have said goodbye. Gonna miss him." Piccolo felt Flash was true and honest and had a lot of compassion in him. Suddenly Piccolo liked him better.

"You might not have to miss him very long." Piccolo said suddenly. Flash and Clark both stared at him, Flash didn't say a word for more than 5 seconds. He didn't expect that.

"I have come to this planet with another purpose then help the Namekians find a home. I plan to make a new set of dragonballs." Flash and Clark's jaws dropped open. Piccolo didn't expect that either.