Arriving

If any of you people have read X-Dragons before, then your going to notice this first chapter is the similar to that first chapter . I have gotten permission from ramasioti100, so there's no need to complain at me for doing the same thing as him. I'm going to add some different changed at certain places at the chapter so it's not completely the same. If you don not believe that i have gotten permission to do this, then simply ask.

Anyway I all hope you all enjoy this and in case you read my other story Spider in Bayvile, I'm going to be doing both story's at the same time, so there will still be updates.

Far across the planet known to all as Earth, above the many clouds that floated around the earths heavily skies harmlessly, stood Kami's lookout. Home to the powerful guardian of the earth and creator of the Dragon balls, The surface was planted with palm trees, emitting a calm and peace full aura to all inhabitants there.

Among the surface of the lookout was a 17 year old boy, floating in midair, in a meditation stance. His clothing consisted of a purple Gi, with a faint red sleeveless shirt underneath. All along with a white, bright paddler on his shoulders. A specially crafted one to. Each end of the paddler weighed over 5 million tons, making a total of 10 ten million. He personally found it as one of the best ways to train. Pushing his body to his limits and beyond. Something that he had been constantly doing over the past 6 years, since the struggle against both Cell and Bojack. The first fight that had cost him his family.

The half Saiyan, known as Son Gohan, just happened to be the strongest living in the whole universe.

Just inside the lookout, by the entrance, showed a good, calm heart-full old, green-skinned alien, wearing a outfit similar to Gohan's, except for it being purple and a lighter paddler on his shoulder, observed his own student meditate and relax his mind. Known as both mentor and foster-father to the young demi-sayian , he was unbelievably proud.

With out a word, Gohan's eye's shot open, his black peril eyes unreadable like normal. He stood up onto his feet, concentrating his seemingly un-secret power. Without any sight of muscle movement, a golden aura surrounded him, exploding with ki energy. His waist point hair went gold and his eyes went green as emeralds. Slight tremors and shock-waves occurred and passed by briefly, pushing through the palm tress, luckily not un-rooting them. Good thing that Gohan had learned to control the powerful transformation with ease many years ago with his deceased father. But he didn't stop there. Tapping deeper into his energy, his power increased more and revealed an even more powerful transformation. His golden aura started emitting lighting bolts and becoming more jagged. His golden hair now spiked up and his locks stood upwards, not even affected the least by the gravitational force. His eyes started turning into a more aqua colour. The entire lookout and the land below sock violently slightly under the Ascended Saiyan. Or more accurately. A Super Saiyan 2 as Gohan had called it.

The demi-saiyan closed his eyes and relaxed a little. His sharp aura vanishing and hair turning into a more white colour. Gohan had long ago mastered the Ascended transformation, much like he did with his Super Saiyan 1 transformation. With the help of Piccolo and two extra trips to the Hyperbolic Time Chambre, it was a matter of time before he achieved the MSSJ 2 form,

But yet Gohan didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied. He looked down at his hands, feeling that he could even more.

'Really. Is this all i can only hope to achieve?'I Gohan questioned himself. Was this his limit?. Could he possibly go even further beyond Ascended? With no doubt, he was sure that his own father was thinking the same thing in the Other World. He would be most likely training his body to the .point of collapsing to unlock the level beyond. If Goku could achieve the next level , then why couldn't Gohan. He was his son after all and he had manged to achieve the Ascended level long before his Father could.

Gohan's head jerked up, a predatory howl escaped his throat. His aura bursting to live, the lightning bolts sparkling around him dangerously. The area around and below started trembling even more than before. The whole planet was feeling the immense aftershocks of Gohan's increasing powers. Clouds of the entire world were now circling around him , creating some storms, emitting lightning that were striking the Earth Guardian's sanctuary . His hair was becoming even more rigid,. His aqua blue eyes started mixing in with a new green colour. Amazingly black pupils were appearing on his eyes.

Piccolo crossed his forearms across his chest, even though the continuous shock waves were still pushing him back. Despite all of these years of training with Gohan, in which his powers increased immensely higher. The Namekien was still no where close to becoming a challenge to the young hybrid he called his son.

At the same time in the Other World. Just like Gohan, another Saiyan, a full blooded one this one., was powering up in the same fashion as Gohan. He had been training in the Grand Kai's planet for the past 6 years, since his demise at the hands of the monster Cell. Having a certain knowledge about his presence on the Earth was what caused all of the previous trouble in the past, the palm tree haired Saiyan known as Son Goku, had decided to not be wished back to life.

To make up for him not coming back to life, he had been training both his body and his mind like there was no such thing as tomorrow. Since being dead in the Other World meant that the warriors had no energy to wast like they usually would, his body could handle and hold the Super Saiyan transformation for well, uncounted time, as dead people didn't age and there wasn't any concept of time either. Also with his dead body, he could handle much more strain than normal. A fact that the Saiyan took complete advantage of, when training with both Saiyan transformations, along with the power boost Kaioken at times 20x. It may look like a dangerous combination and it was but it was a powerful one in the hands of a trained and pure lighted warrior. Also using the combination of Kaioken and transformation, was what he needed to rapidly achieve the next level of Super Saiyan.

Just like his son, when he fought against Cell, the full blooded Saiyan had already achieved the Ascended Saiyan. After Mastering it rather quickly than anyone had expect to, with the Kaioken combined, his power had increased far beyond the dead warriors and what they could even dream to expect.

And on this very day, he would prove it. His own power.

The Pure Hearted Saiyan stopped doing his combat routine. With weights on both arms and legs weighing 2 million tonnes each.. He let lose the weights, allowing them each to fall down onto the ground with a loud thud and small crater. Gohan's Father rose his head and started screaming . His yells reached the outer boundaries of the Other World in a matter of seconds, passing through the gates of both Paradise and Hell, before his own power exploded . Everything across the Other World started to tremble, as if the dimensions were starting to collapses on itself by the colossal amount of power he was gathering around from his insides. Colours started change as well around him, as if the light Spectrum had all of a sudden gone insane. His ear-shattering scream echoed through every dead warrior and warrioress from all Four Galaxies, gathered onto the training planet..

Back in the living world at Kami's Lookout, lightnings started circling around Gohan, each one getting dangerously closer and closer to him. His power was escalating, just like his own father's own power was doing from the dead reality. What both father and son didn't realize was that their own energies was crippling Reality itself, shifting the plane of existence. Or better said, the focal point, which stood right above Gohan.

A Much more powerful lightning bolt hit Kami's lookout, causing smoke to rise everywhere. One it cleared Piccolo was no longer seeing or felling his student's/ foster son's energy

.Goku's transformation had finally finished, his hair reverting back to midnight black and palm tree mess. He had finally done it. He had Ascended to the next level. But there was something wrong, something very wrong.

"Why do i have a felling that something. Or someone has suddenly disappeared just now?' Goku thought to himself. Something was off, really off, it was really bothering him. Even though he still didn't know what it was or who it was.

The young Demi-Saiyan Saiyan known as Gohan opened his eyes. His brain racking inside of his head, though most of the pain subsided after a minutes worth of rest. He flipped with a simple martial art movement onto his feet and noticed that he was no longer on the Lookout and it was night time apparently. He also found himself back in base form, thankfully he hadn't lost any bit of his power. Other wise if a powerful threat invaded the planet and Gohan couldn't stop it. Then the whole world would be screwed completely.

'Where the heck am i?' Gohan though, making a mental list of all the places he knew back at home. The place didn't look like any of the Capsule Corps buildings or South City. In fact it didn't look like any of the cities he had ever been to. There were no fling cars, and the skyscrapers had never been there before. Unless they had materialized out of thin air along with him, nothing indicated otherwise that he was on Earth. Well his Earth anyway.

His closed his eyes, his energy sensing coming to work. The hybrid, however couldn't sense any of his friends. Piccolo, Krillin, even Vegeta and he's the second strongest to Gohan. Where the hell was he? Or where the hell were they?

His question remained unanswered, as Gohan felt a sudden power near by. It was above most humans, but it was a weakling compered to him. It was about a few metes away, inside a child's park. The new energy was hiding in a bushes, helped with the invisible clock of the night.

One of the may things that Gohan had learned, was to never 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.

Gathering a small amount of ki into a orb, he threw it into the bushes. Only for a shadowed figure to jump up, evading the attack. But of course, Gohan had put very little energy into the sphere and only used it as a diversion to make his enemy come out and appear.

The man landed on all fours before standing onto his two feet, with almond hair and eyes. Some brown cut outfit managed to cover him. t wasn't to notice the fangs that he processed. The appearance made him look like a man lion or tiger. Though the animal fur reminded Gohan of the Sabretooth Tigers that lived near by his house.

"Alright whelp, surrender peace fully and quietly like a good boy, and don't make me angry " The man known to some as Sabretooth warned.

"Listen man, I don't know who the hell you are and i really don't care!" Gohan said back, his voice sounding dangerous and fearless as he was. First he appeared to Kami knows where and then some kind of wild scruffy man threatens him.

He had it already " But nobody just comes over and threatens me and walks away so easily without a little punishment!"

"Then come and get me, brat" The feral Mutant scowled, attacking forward, his finger nails extending to sharp ones. Gohan merely sidestepped out of the way of the brute attack. Which involved no martial training at all. Sabertooth went into attack mode again, his claws a blur to normal people. But the demi-saiyan simply moved back. Dodging each and every one of the blows without even tiring to warm up. This 'fight' was completely one sided. However Sabretooth, being the arrogant mutant he was, didn't give up so easily.

Equipped with a metallic helmet on his head, a bald man sitting on a specially made wheel chair, was literally scanning the world, detecting especial people with the help of his machine Cerebro. The old man had the special gift of Telepathy, granting him the ability to read the minds of others, though that was one of the many things he could do. He was Professor Charles Xavier , a mutant, though he really wanted to show that mutants and humans weren't so different from each over and that it was possible for peace.

He had been tracking a few isolated cases of New appearing Mutants. Many were suddenly developing, and the mutant population was increasing with each passing day. His School for Special 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 signature appeared, fighting a completely new and unknown figure.

"Well, this is a curious case" The telepath mutant said, almost to himself. But he was over heard.

"What or who is the case Chuck?" a man dressed in a 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 exactly nice.

"I've found a very particular power case, yet those very same powers are intriguing. They aren't like those of a single mutant, but i can't say they are those a normal person would develop" Charles explained " His mind is a very well protected one to, even i have trouble accessing it"

" A new mutant?" A dark- skin women with long 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 impact twice in the same spot', was the common said. But of course, Storm would decide how many would impact, on which spot and how much pain would be inflicted.

"Hi Storm, and no, i don't think this particular boy is a mutant, but perhaps something more" Charles explained again. " And Sabertooth is attacking him and the boy seems to be holding his own without breaking anything close to sweat"

Logan was particularly surprised, but still clenched his teeth. Dispite the promising news about the new comer easily holding his own against a savage beast like Sabertooth, he was sick with the amount of times that he messed with Mutant affairs. He was pretty sure that his boss, Magneto would rather attempt to influence the new comer, not send a beast to attack him.

"Lets go, Storm" Logan ordered, walking out towards their flying aircraft known as the Blackbird, with the weather temptress Storm following not too far behind. Sabretooth needed to be put down once again. Perhaps put down for good and permanently.

The wild mutant savaged a right claw attack, though Gohan easily, effortlessly back flipped a few feet, his feet connecting with Sabretooth's jaw, shooting pain that Sabretooth's healing factor had a hard time healing. The mutant flew up into the sky, his eyes closed in grimace. Gohan disappeared from view and appeared behind him, with both hands clutched together, delivering a simple yet descendant axe strike to the mutants midsection. Sabretooth closed his eyes once more in even more pain, before falling back to the ground, with the power of a small meteorite. The empty concrete shattered into small tiny pieces, with the mutant creating a large sized crater.

Gohan floated back to the ground, walking cautiously in the direction of his fallen enemy. It was night time thankfully, he didn't want to attract any unwanted attention towards himself. He needed to be hidden as long as he could.

A sudden feeling made him squat on place, his body going down. A clawed-hand swiping right pass above him. Cutting some hair strings. Gohan moved in a blur, disappearing from beneath Sabretooth, to reappear some meters away. The mutants body was perfectly healthy, though he was angry and reeking in a putrid smell. How the wild man was still alive though, was another question for another time, though Gohan used less than 1% in those strikes he delivered. He felt like it was time to finish the 'so called fight'.

"Alright runt, you asked for it!" Sabretooth threaten, his body falling forward, now on hands and feet, like a true tiger. Or a Sabertooth-Tiger, better. He jumped with the speed of a cheetah, his claws fully outsheded, ready to cut the blasted child to ribbons,

Gohan raised his left eyebrow in un-amusement . He clutched his left fist by his side, waiting for the perfect time. The man had better good connections in Africa, because he had no clue to what he had just gotten himself into.

Clocking the Blackbird with a special invisibility button, both X-men moved through the narrow alleys, with Storm floating and Wolverine running, three sharp metal claws coming out between his knuckles, right to where Professor had found the new comer, be it mutant or not. Both stopped when they suddenly saw how a single figure simply moved sideways towards his right , out of the savage mutants way and with a booming noise, Logan saw his 'brother' flying out of the stratosphere, out of their sight and out of the estate. Most likely out of the country, but he wouldn't hope so much.

Though it was night, both mutants could see the teenager's black hair in locks, flowing down to his waist. A white paddler was covering his shoulders, and he was dressed in a orange outfit, with a blue one underneath. It reminded Logan of an old martial arts school he had trained in once before.

As if he had felt their presence, the boy spun round sharply in a blur, changing into a fighting stance. His black eyes showing both a unbelievable amount of power and determination. Logan knew that look. The boy had saw bloodshed before in his life.

"Who are you? Gohan asked, demanding. Logan's adamantium claws retracted back into his arms, before raising his hands into the air. So did Storm. Both knew that fighting this young man would be nothing but utterly suicide on their parts.

"We are not here to hurt you, Bub" Logan spoke loud and clear. Gohan's eyebrows rose by the all of a sudden nickname " We only want to talk to you"

Gohan left his fighting stance, but his mind was still racking with possibilities. These two at least didn't threaten him. Yet, that didn't mean he had to (and he wouldn't) put his guard down. Since both Cell and Bojack, the hybrid knew, never to give your opponent the advantage. His black eyes remained still on his either new friends or foes. The next movement would decide on which side they were on.

"What do you want from me?" The half Saiyan asked

"Young one, i know you are scarred, but you must not let your powers frighten you" Storm tried to persuade Gohan " The Xavier Institute can help you control them"

Gohan almost snorted at that. Xavier institute? Frightened of his powers? who the hell did they think he was, a weakling?

"What do you mean with 'frighten of my powers'? I have always controlled them since i was five" Gohan said, shocking the Mutants " The only thing i want to know is where am i"

"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 about his forgotten past at times, yet Chuck had been not very clear about it.

Gohan relaxed, giving in. For the time being though. If there was any threat from the people in front, then he would not hesitate to blast anyone straight to the underworld. Too much he has already lost for being careless. His very own family was the best example. And the only example that he would accept.

Far away from the United Sates 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 ranging cyclone of dark clouds, lightnings coming down with terrible power. And one man was the course of 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, allowing 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. Otherwise known to all as Odin. The mystical meta Uru, was shining with electricity as it's master commanded it to do. The whirlwind tornado would appear to be 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, happened to be the same person. Thor Odinson, Son of Odin Borson and Gaea, Prince of and future King of Asgard.

Odinson wasn't one to be bothered so easily. However for the past few minutes, his mystical, powerful weapon, Mjolnir had detected a new disturbance in the world that he had lived in for decades, like a second home. Some kind of power surge, easily comparing to any god. In fact the power outclassed most of the most powerful Asgardian warriors he called friends and brothers.

Whoever this new comer was, Thor had no single idea. if the Avenger knew something, was that so much power was need in form of an Allie. Midguard, as it was needed more Heroes, as the evil forces were continuously pushing the shadows over all of the Nine Realms. His hundreds of years worth of experience was telling him that, whoever had arrived, could change the world for the greater good. And 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 almighty Thunderer started to spin his hammer around, before taking of into the air, at sonic speeds. He would look into the new comer into more detail later. Now, he had some Wreaking Crew to wreak even more. He always enjoyed a good decent warm up and kicking their asses.

Notes from the first Chapter.

Gohan defeated Cell when he was about 11 ( Not the official manga , but truth is i don't really care too much, so i'm following the anime for that small detail. So he is currently 17. I had chosen that age so he was old enough to be with... you'll know if you've read my profile page on it)

Gohan lived in the Lookout, since Chi-Chi died shortly after the Cell Games ( I think we all know why)

Gohan's hair is like, if not longer than before he went into the Hyperbolic Timer Chamber ( I liked him better with the long hair)

Goku can use the Kaio-ken all the way up to times 20, even while being Super Saiyan 2 ( He did in base form, so why not in SSJ 1 and 2? Or MSSJ 1 and MSSJ 2)

Sabretooth's assault wasn't what Magneto had planned, he just saw him in the area and thought him to be a mutant. He figured that his boss would take interest, currently however he doesn't, since Gohan isn't a mutant and Magneto doesn't have interest in Non-Mutants

Gohan is not as innocent or naive like when he was younger. Some of his Saiyan blood has already come to service. In my story Gohan acts more like a proper saiyan at times when ever he needs to prove to others that he is simply the best, similar to Vegeta .Training and living with Piccolo for 6 years made sure that he will think things twice before action.

Gohan and the other Z-fighters were allowed one more days in the Hyperbolic time Chamber ( Denda allowed them to do so, to prepare for any future threat. Gohan went in one day with Piccolo and his final day with Vegeta)

Other Marvel characters will appear soon ( Like the Avengers, since they are already formed in this story)

Now Gohan has arrived into the unknown Universe. Totally clueless in where he is. Stay tunned for next chapter to find out what he'll do when he meets the other three X-men.

I hope you've liked this first chapter.