I do not own X-Men, or anything else that Marvel owns. I also do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, or Dragon Ball: Battle of Gods. This is a work of complete fiction also in case you didn't know that :}.
"Two years."
Half an hour later….
Norman Osborn was gone already. After I had told him about having to wait for another two years until the soldier was finished he just snapped and started destroying my lab, the thought him turning into the Goblin again crossed my mind at one point. His yelling, cursing, and screaming surprised even me, but in the end he still left.
I sighed I content at the silence. The destruction to my lab wasn't anything to cry over. I could easily repair all of it since it wasn't all that expensive, what I was really keeping hidden was behind door number two…..through five.
When I passed my hand over the hidden sensor on the control panel, four more slots in the wall slide back and out came the same amount of tubes like the one before. Inside each tube held a different race and gender of subjects; in all, two men and three women. They were all naked with a breathing apparatus over their mouth's to help them in the liquid and an artificial umbilical cord going into their stomach for nutrition.
Once I'd found out that the hunger of real life Saiyans matched the ones that I had first seen in that Japanese anime show, I quickly realized that they would not be able to survive in the tube for the process if not given the appropriate food daily, sometimes even hourly.
But it will be worth it. None of them have any memories right now even though their bodies are finished being made. Once I can ascertain who is the strongest out of the five I can install in them the leadership program that I made which will make the others obey. And then, they can gather the others and attain the newest level of power that I managed to stumble upon.
I swiped my hand back over the console and the tubes slid back into the panels from whence they came.
Three Hours Later…..
New York, New York
Oscorp Building; Home of the Dark Avengers
A doorway crashed open, smashed to splinters. Pieces of the expensive ornate looking wood flew in all directions and almost sliced into the "superhero" team that were lounging around the common room. All eyes turned towards the now broken doorway to see Norman Osborn, AKA Iron Patriot walk through the light fog of wood chippings. There was an angry expression on his face and he was decked out in his Iron Man-like suit, holding the helmet at his side.
"TEAM, SUIT-UP!" Norman barked out. "WE'RE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!"
"TO WAAAAAR!" Ares shouted hefting his huge double-bladed axe up.
"Just suit up and be ready in five minutes, no make that three minutes! I want to be out of here before—"
"NORMAN!"
This one word broke through the former Green Goblin's spiel of killing a person and made him spin around.
"What do you want, Hand!?" Norman growled out.
"What the heck do you think you're about to do!?"
"Cat fight," the whisper of Bullseye could be heard.
"I'm planning on getting my team of Avengers suited up, BLASTING out of this pathetic city, AND GO BACK TO MR. SINISTER'S SECRET LAB, KILLING HIM, AND BLOWING, EVERYTHING, UP!"
"Who's Mr. Sinister?" 'Spider-Man' asked, the Venom symbiotic on Mac Gargan whispered to the closest body to him, not taking his eyes off the rising action in front of them all.
"A very old mutant, powerful psychic and trying to experiment with the Mutant genome to create the ultimate mutant in existence. Fought with the X-Men a lot."
All eyes in the little group of 'Dark Avengers' turned toward Daken in surprise.
"How do you know that?"
"I'm a Mutant myself Gargan. It's good to know who is going to come after min in the possible future."
"NORMAN! You, are the acting director of H.A.M.M.E.R. You are also the leader of this team of Avengers! If you just suit up and go blasting off somewhere the government will want to know where you are going and why! Not to mention all of the heroes that is keeping you under surveillance! We don't need another San Francisco!"
"Have you fought him before? We might need any advantage to beat him," the new Ms. Marvel asked sensually crossing her legs.
"Sadly no, I never had that pleasure. The X-Men have though, on more than one occasion."
"I will not let a psychopath like him—"
"Wait Daken, what did you say?" Victoria asked turning away from Osborn.
"About what, My Lady," Daken asked turning on his charm.
"What did you just say Daken," Hand asked him again, completely disregarding Norman now.
"Oh I merely said that the X-Men have tangled with Mr. Sinister before, on numerous occasions. They seem to have a long standing grudge against each other."
By now Osborn had quieted down, the threat of him going "Goblin" dying down. Victoria turned her head back to their own psychopath.
"There, that's your plan. Give Sinister's location to the X-Men, not enough that you know how to exactly get in but that you know where he is. Spin some story about some agents of yours going missing around there or whatever else you can come up with. They get the drop on him, finally take him out, and then you come in later and take whatever it was that made you come in later and take whatever it was that made you so angry," Victoria stated this plan calmly, looking at him the entire time.
Norman was silent for some time until he grunted, turned and threw his hands into the air, and stormed out of the room.
"Make sure you wait a couple days too!" Hand called out to him. A repulsor blast could be heard in the distance.
"So why is Sinister at the top of our fearless leaders crap list?" Bullseye, the new Hawkeye asked.
"He made Osborn use tons of money to create something that took fourteen years and only one of it was produced. Needless to say this made Norman very mad considering he wanted a whole army."
"So what you're saying is that we were about to fight toe-to-toe with one of the oldest, evilest, mutants ever over money?" Gargan stated.
"Basically," Hand replied shrugging her shoulders.
"And humans call aliens weird," Noh-Varr said shaking his head.
