These 3 chapters were pre-written by me earlier as I had put this story in the Young Justice x DBZ cross before ultimately deleting that to transfer it over it. I made some changes grammar wise and added a bit more to chapter 2 such the Galick Gun and removing some stuff I didn't like. I'm currently working on chapter 4 so be patient with me, please.

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Elsewhere in a deep dark cave


It is almost utterly silent down in this place. The only thing making a sound is the occasional bat screeching as they fly from one perch to another. Their wings shut together as they hang upside down. The bats sniff into their wing before shutting their eyes. Another sound going through the cave is the sound of a keyboard clanging. The focus turns towards a huge computer screen with a chair beneath it. A presence controls the computer. He sits alone in the massive chair in a dark deep cave with only a few ceiling and his computer lights to illuminate the room. The ceiling lights of the dim, dark cave give a pathway to the walkway from the computer to the cars, to the humongous figures such as the green scaled plastic dinosaur or a wide and tall penny of Abraham Lincoln. A man with pointy ears clangs the keyboard at a rapid pace and is looking over pictures of a scarred man. The scarred man has a human side with his brown hair and brown eyes and red lips but on the other hand, it splits with a purple side as if acid was thrown at his face.

The burnt muscles and the back of his teeth are visible. Half of his hair is snow white. His suit divides; one side is purely white and the other is charred like his face. He is holding a Thompson submachine gun with his two hands. Other pictures have him carrying bags with dollars signs in them to a nearby car.

The man in the bat-suit continues typing on his keyboard as the evening passes.

Suddenly, a blue map pops up of the U.S and a red dot pings near the south on the computer screen. Specifically to the edge of Arkansas. All of the pictures of the two-faced man shrink into the taskbar. A man in a bat-suit stares at the ping before typing on his keyboard.

On his computer, there is pop-up text and as he stares at it, he frowns. The texts are red and the words 'Anomaly Detected' flash before his eyes. His hand goes to his cowl, and his finger presses something inside.

"Tornado, have the League assembled."

He stands and leaves the computer on with the pop-up flashing on his screen. Marching down the blue pathway, he stands before a black car. The headlights shine as he stands in front of it, holding a pair of keys.


An orange, red, and yellow light illuminates the whole area of houses, shops, and other miscellaneous buildings. The sun is rising from nighttime. The morning sun hits through a panel of clear glass and it shines into the darkness, casting away the shadows. The blinders on the window allow for partial light to come in and light the room, though ever so slightly.

The partial light shines on the white carpet and anything in its path. The room lights up to reveal a coat of light blue on the walls. A huge mirror reflects a bright shine back through the window. To the side of the mirror stands a white big door with a black handlebar. A ceiling fan with 4 bulbs hangs in the middle and the blades are spinning at a low pace. In the right corner is a massive bed but someone is in it. A white blanket covers most of their body except for the head. But they are not alone; another person is sleeping on the person's thighs while bent over in a chair.

The person in the chair has a slight snore.

The person resting on the bed is not making a sound except with their breathing. It's a slow pace as if their body is recovering. The person is lying on their back with the blanket covering up to their neck. Their eyes start to flutter.

"Ahhh…" A moan escapes from the person's mouth.

A sign that a person is waking up. She's coming too. Her mouth closes before she hmms and her eyes flicker. They are half-way to opening. Her black iris reveals themselves as her body is coming too. What she sees before her is a blurry shade of blue. I can't see… still too unclear. Need to clear up vision.

Her left arm shifts but immediately retracts as a hiss comes from Zuce. Ow… Why does it hurt? She groans once more as she positions her arm back. Not going to try that again, her eyes open wide. Images flood her mind of a person; a two-faced person stands before her. One side is green while the other is a slug purple. His right hand is also the same color but also colossus. On that hand is a silver ring. He laughs at her, and now the flashback changes of her under his arm, trying to get it off. 'It's why you and the rest of those pests shall be cleansed from this earth.' From that comes images of people lying everywhere. The bodies, the bodies are everywhere. Some lay on their backs, some on their stomachs, but they all have the dead white look on their faces. Some are missing a body part as well. Of all species, she knows all of the types but not the faces. Tears swell in her eyes, but she blinks and the tears drip down to the side before hitting the pillow. Everyone, I'm sorry…

Zamasu, Zamasu, I was fighting Zamasu. It was, it was for everyone that died… I-I failed, didn't I? So why am I still alive?

Her mind screams as more flashes appear. Flashes of a beach, of being with a pink girl, of petting a golden fur dog. Her face contorts. All the sudden flashes bring a level of discomfort as everything comes pouring down on her. She's suffering in bed. She has to get out. The heat is settling into her body as she tries to move but can't. The pain kicks in, and she hisses again.

Her eyes open to the fullest extent, and that blurry blue is the light blue ceiling. Where am I? Glancing around, she picks up that there's a wooden desk to the right, a door in front of her, and a window to the left. She's in a bed. I'm in a house but… I remembered… the hard feeling of concrete. Ahhh. A flash of pain hits her mind as she tries to piece all of it together.

She stops to stare as her right thigh is heavier than her left. Something is putting its weight on her thigh. Zuce tilts her eyes and something particular is on her thigh. A little girl is sleeping on her thigh. The girl sits in a white chair and has on a yellow t-shirt with some sort of picture on it and some pink and green striped pants. Her blonde hair is in pigtails, and the bands are pink. The chair is pushed to the bed as close as she can get it. She rests her head on her arms, acting like a pillow. The girl is sounded asleep as she has a steady breathing going.

Who are you?

"Hey, hey..." Zuce's words reaches into the girl's ears as her eyes flutter, and she wipes her eyes. Her mouth spreads out and her arms stretch around the chair.

"Hmm…, dad…, is she awake yet?" Her hair is in a fizzle with several strands sticking out, probably from being stuck to her arms. She gets off the chair and fully stretches and rubs her eyes even more. The extra weight lifts off of her thigh, and the girl walks over to the desk. There's a water bottle there, and she uncaps the top off before position it into her mouth at an angle and the water rushes down. She gulps for a few seconds before sealing the lid back on and putting the water back.

"Hey!" The child's attention turns towards the voice. It's coming from the left of her, and she looks that way to see that sleeping beauty has awoken. The child runs over the girl's side and places her hand on the pillow to see girl's face. The child can't stop smiling.

"You're awake!" The girl can only move her eyes and she blinks.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"You're in my parent's house. Yo- you were floating down the river. Dad rescued you. Imma going tell him now!" She darts out of the room before the girl could say anything. After exiting the room, she bolts right and down the hallway. In the hallway are 5 more doors to be open, one up ahead, two on the right, and two on the left. She goes for the second door on the right and grips the door handle. She swings the door open, and there in the center of the room lies a king size bed frame and mattress. The child runs over to the right side and begins to furiously tap on something hard but yet soft.

"Dad, dad, dad, dad-" Her dad shifts his body so that he could see what's poking him at this hour. It's only about 7:49 am. But he sees that it's his little girl and that she's exhilarated this morning.

"Hmmm, what, Sarah?" Sarah is giddy at usually 9 am and not this early. Everyone needs their beauty sleep to stay on task and to have the energy to go throughout the day.

"That girl we brought home, she's awake!"

"Yeah, yeah, that's nice, dear. 5 more minutes." He turns over to the other side as he waves his hand to dismiss her. He shuts his eyes and snuggles with his pillow alongside his share of the blanket. He was having a good dream about how he was receiving a promotion at his work; how he relished shoving his shoes down Eric's throat for all the shit he caused him. It's a good dream to continue on and he wants that.

"Girl… awake. Ha, h-" But his eyes flood open. He forcefully sits upright, and the blanket falls to his hips. He turns to his daughter and stares. She's pouting at him neglecting her. With the arms crossed and frown, she's mad.

"What did you say, Sarah?" But Sarah stomps her one of her foot and point towards the entrance of the room.

"That she's awake, dad!" The father throws the blanket off and swings his legs around. Clearly, he has on brown shorts and a blue t-shirt. He bolts down the hallway with thunderous footsteps, and he turns left to see that his daughter's telling the truth. The girl they brought home has both of her eyes open, but she isn't moving her body. Nevertheless, he is mentally cheering in his mind of how great a medic he is.

He walks in with a smile and stops when he is near the center of the bed. Sarah comes around to his left side to see more of the girl. She has black iris and a chuckle escapes from him.

"So there, Sleeping Beauty, I was wondering when you were going to wake up. I just never thought it'd be today." The girl only stares at him as she isn't moving her body. His chuckle trails off as she doesn't respond. He coughs into his fist.

A light-bulb appears above his head.

"Right, introductions. We can start with that. My name is Mason Woods. This little ray of sunshine is Sarah Woods. And what's your name?" The girl's eyes dart towards Sarah as Sarah is close to her face. A bit too close, the girl can feel his daughter's breathing, and she braces her eyes from the wind. Mason grabs his daughter and sets her down on the floor.

"Dad, I want to see her!" He turns to face his daughter. She has a pout on her face because twice he has acted against her. One was from dismissing her from the bed and now not letting her see the person up close.

"You will, honey, it's just that you're in too close."

"Zuce." He quickly turns around as he hears another voice in the room. It must have come from the girl as he doesn't recognize anyone with that tone of voice. His eyes meet the girl's.

"What was that?"

"Zuce, my name is Zuce. I-It's a pleasure to meet you. I would greet you all personally, but it hurts to move. Could you take this blanket off now?"

"Right…" Mason drags the blanket off to reveal the bandages wrapped around Zuce's body. She has a close resemblance to a mummy as the white cloth is tightly wrapped around her body from head to toe. The only clothing she has is a blank and white striped panty. Zuce stares down her body. Her calm expression remains even after the revelation.

"What happened to me?" She stares back at Mason. He must have something for her to be in this sorry state. Mason catches her gaze and the intense discomfort coming from it.

"W-we found you by the river, drifting. We brought you back to our house to nurse you."

"How long has it been?"

"3 days." As the words leave his mouth, he hears a low mumble as she speaks, but it's too low for him to catch any words. He's guessing that she's mentioning someone she hates as the word 'Zamasu' is stressed and loud enough for him to hear while Sarah has a puzzled look. She tries to shake her head, but she hisses once more.

"With wounds like those, you'll need months to recover. I have never met someone like you who could survive that much brutal force. Broken ribs, almost fracture arms and fingers, and legs. Usually, people would go mad from the pain. You're a stronger fighter."

She takes a deep breath and exhales. It sounds and looks like a defeated breath. "Damnit…." It is a low 'damnit' but one loud enough for him to catch. Zuce turns to Mason once more. A calm demeanor is there once more on her face. It must have been a usual reaction as she returns to her expression.

"Where's my clothes and bag?" His mind suddenly plays back where he left her stuff as Caroline had undressed her and treated her wounds. His wife is a nurse at the local hospital and she's been there for years. None of her wounds needed a doctor but it would take months for her to recover from what Caroline told him.

"Uhh, that's right! Be back in a sec." He darts out of the room, leaving Sarah and Zuce alone together.

Zuce stares at Mason leaving the room. Once he's out of her sight, she turns towards the other energy signal here. The little girl as she begins to get closer to her again. Her hands push down the pillow as their faces are mere centimeters away from each other. Again, Zuce feels the hotness of her breathing down on her face.

"How old are you?" Zuce only blinks before the statement hits her.

"17…"

"That's cool. I'm 8."

"Could you back away? My head is shifting from the pillow, and it hurts to move." Instinctively, Sarah backs away. She doesn't want to cause pain to Zuce as she could be her potential friend. She stands a few feet away from the bed but still locks her eyes on Zuce's black eyes.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Just be careful next time? Ok, Sarah?" The little girl nods rapidly before the sounds of Mason boom through the house. He's coming up the stairs, and Zuce and Sarah stare at the doorway to see in his hand a mini-brown bag. He holds it to his face and shakes it. With his other hand are her torn shirt and pants and boots. Scratches are all over her garments from her encounter with Zamasu. With his other hand, he holds it up as well before laying them on the bed frame.

"I didn't want to get rid of these knowing that they were yours. But I don't think these clothes will do you any good anymore. But what do you need in this bag?"

"Can you look inside and find a little green bean?" Mason has a questionable look before he opens the bag. His eyes widen to the number of green beans in the bag. It's about halfway full with the size of them. There must be dozens of these in this mini-bag. Pulling one out, he holds it with his thumb and index finger.

"This?"

"Yes. Now, please put it in my mouth."

"Ok…" Such an odd request to have food put in a patient's mouth as the first thing to do when waking up. But she has been asleep for 3 days so her stomach must be growling for food. Mason walks and throws the bean into her mouth, and she catches it with her teeth. Her mouth closes and the chewing noise fills the room as the fish flavor bean covers Zuce's taste buds. After a few quick seconds of chewing, she swallows and the bean passes through the throat and into her intestines.

Her body immediately puffs up and Mason and Sarah jump back. What is happening to her? Is she going to explode? Her muscles inflate and the bandages are ripping apart to reveal her expanding biceps and veins. But Zuce's body deflates and she breathes out a sigh of relief. The torn bandages fall to the ground but some are still attached to her body. She positions upright, but Mason steps forward with his hand out.

"Hey, you said it yourself, don't move too much." But Zuce continues to get up. She gets off the bed. The torn bandages fall from her arms and legs to the ground. Mason stops himself. She doesn't have a single scratch anywhere on the revealed parts of her body. Once the clothes were off of Zuce when they brought her here, her arms were on the verge of giving out. Sarah only drops her mouth at the display. Her eyes are nearly bugling out of their sockets

Zuce cracks her back and stretches. The bones in her body crack and she walks over to her torn-up clothes. Picking them up, she feels the soft fabric. She opens the shirt to see the multiple scratches it has and holes through it. The same thing goes for her pants as they are in ruins with the tears. Magic Materialization can fix this. A yellow aura surrounds her hand and passes to her clothes. A bright light emits and Mason and Sarah can only cover their eyes.

"Dad, what is she doing?"

"Just look away!"

But the bright light ends as he finishes. His eyes dart back to see the clothes are in perfect condition. Such if nothing ever happened to them and in addition, a red sleeves garment, a blue belt, a blue bra, and black boots are on top of the black shirt. He can only stare as he just witnessed something amazing happening. First, it was the wounds, and now it's with clothes.

"Ho-how did you do that?"

"Do it again!"

Looking back at the family, she sees that Mason is a bit shocked while Sarah is the well too excited, and she wants to see it again. There's a certain sparkle in her eye that gives it away.

"Are you a superhero?"

"A supa-what?"

"A superhero! You know? The one that fights bad guys and saves the day?" That stops Zuce. She freezes as the word echoes through her mind. The word superhero has never been coined throughout Earth. So why now? I have never heard that word. Fights bad guys and saves the day? Kind of like the Z-Fighters I would assume. She turns towards Sarah but with more confusion. Maybe they have heard of these.

"Have you ever heard of the Red Ribbon Army or of a World Tournament?" But Sarah shakes her head. Mason does so as well.

"What's a Red Ribbon Army?" Zuce is taken back, stunned that they don't know about the iron grip the RRA had on the country or the fighting competition.

"We've never heard of these things. Maybe it's just in your community? I've never heard it around the United State or in Arkansas. What part of Arkansas are you from? You were floating down the river; it looked like you got into a fight with an animal or a gang member." She blinks even more as these places; she has never heard of them. United States? Arkansas? What are these places? I have never heard or seen them on the map. She goes into her pant pockets and feels her leather wallet. Pulling it out, she opens the middle and instead of the golden coins, in the middle are multiple green pieces of cotton. She takes one out and sees a face of a man in the middle and the words 'One Dollar' on the bottom. In the corners is the number 1 and on top are more words. They say 'The United States of America'. The dollar is flip to its backside to see a pyramid with an eye at the top and on the bottom are the words 'In God We Trust'.

Digging into her other pocket, she feels the metal of her phone, but it's slimmer than usual. Taking that out, her phone is thin with a sleet of black. On the back, the words 'Samsung' are marked with a silver font. Never have I seen these things before. Where am I? Perhaps Universe 6's Earth? Right? A new Earth was made and so I must have been transported here but how? Conton City was the last place I remember being in so how did I transport through a universe and several planets to get here? But, these people aren't similar to the people back home, all this talk of United States and Arkansas, Earth never had those places. Different history then? No. That can't be. I'm not losing my mind. I'm not. I'm just lost on a different planet.

Sarah sees that Zuce is lost in her thoughts as her body freezes. But Sarah doesn't have a lot of patience. She walks to Zuce and waves her hand once she's close enough to Zuce's face.

"Hellooooo? Earth to Zuce? Reality check? You there? Spacing out isn't cool. Dad, I think she broke." But it seems that her words reached her as she shakes from her deep thoughts. She's back in the world of the living.

"Sorry, needed to think." Zuce's eyes stare at Sarah's, and she points back at her dad, still waiting for an answer. Mason leans against the desk. He is tapping his foot and whistling a tune. His face is turned the other way as it's rude to stare. It's been a good minute of waiting but he's patient, unlike someone he knows. She must get it from Caroline's side. Though Caroline has been working on developing on her patience to an extent; although she cussed someone who didn't use a turn signal and turned left in those two-lane streets.

"Can you answer dad's question and then mine? How did you do that little light?" Right, where I was from.

"I'm not exactly from here." Mason stops the whistling as he perks up. He turns towards Zuce.

"Well, where are you from? Kansas? New York? Idaho? Tennessee? Somewhere on Earth?"

"This is Earth?"

"Well, yeah. Been here for quite some time now." I must be on another part… wait… those places he mentioned, they don't exist on Earth… I have so many more questions.

"I'm not from here here." It registers into Mason's mind after a good second of thinking it over. She is not from the planet Earth but other in space. Did she crash land here? Where is her spaceship?

"Oh, you're one of those types." Zuce is taken back once more as he finishes his statement. Types as meaning more than one, you're those as if this isn't his first time seeing another person not from this planet or universe, or reality. Are there more than just me?

"W-what do you mean by 'those types'?" Mason nudges his head.

"Well, we have a few superheroes that are from outer space. You're neither the first nor the last, Zuce." But that excites Zuce a bit. When he means race, he means the races she's familiar with, right?

"You mean like Namekians, Arcosians, and Majins are here?" But that raises his brows.

"No… I don't think I have heard of those races before, but we did have some floating green suit and yellow suit people. Superman's a Kryptonian, Cyborg is, well, a cyborg." Zuce's excitement deflates as she knows none of the types of people Mason is describing. He looks down with his hand on his forehead. "Oh, what is his name... Martin Banrunter? No, oh that's right! Martian Manhunter! He has green skin and is a Martian if that helps."

"Maybe someone named Cell? He sort of looks like a grasshopper. His little fighting tournament was broadcast all over the world." Mason looks up to concentrate on this 'Cell' guy, but nothing comes up. And honestly, who names themselves after a single tiny organism? Mason shakes his head.

"Sorry, never heard of the guy or seen it on TV." Zuce's eyes widen. You can't be serious; Earth was almost destroyed by the hands of Cell. He told everyone his name and purpose and went live with it. This isn't making any sense. Everything Zuce has thrown at Mason, he doesn't know who or what they are. And that's scaring Zuce as she tries to figure the puzzle of where she is. And since we're on species and race, what is your type?"

"I'm… a Saiyan?"

"A Saiymen? Siaman?" He really needs to listen closely.

"Saiyan."

"A Saiyan, got it." Sarah looks up at her dad and tugs on his shirt.

"What's that?" But the dad shrugs. There have been no details of a 'Saiyan' race. They must be a species farther away from the current planets. It's the only conclusion he can come up with at this moment as he is perplexed at what she just did a few moments ago. That bean must be a healing item her race eats after battle or when they sustain an injury.

"What is a Saiyan?" Zuce shrugs.

"We uhhhh, I don't know how to describe to you perfectly, but uhhhh, imagine a human with a monkey's tail that thrives off of combat and conflict. We're similar in looks but very different in everything else."

"Such as?"

"It'll take too long to explain and I don't bode well with trying to remember minor details."

"Ok… and that thing you just did? Clothes can't just appear out of nowhere nor can they be fixed by a bright light. Is that only special to you and your race?"

"It's Ki. Everyone has it but some can manifest it to do other tasks such as beam attacks or swords. What I just used Ki was to repair my clothes. Speaking of clothes, I need to change out of these bandages." She turns around and grabs the rest of the bandages on her body and rips them off. First comes on the bra, then the shirt. Zuce grabs the bandages on her legs and rips them off and slides into her pants.

Mason has Sarah's eyes covered, and they turn around as well. Sarah is trying to resist her father's grasp but with the age difference and strength between them is far superior.

"Dad, I want to see!"

"You're not supposed to!"

"But, it's for research purposes!"

"SARAH!"

She might not know it, but Mason does as he would rather not expose his daughter to obscurities at a young age.

She puts on her sleeveless Gi and wraps her blue belt around her waist. Boots will come later as it is disrespectful to wear them inside, but that's not the main point. Zuce is back. She stretches her new clothes before cracking her neck and back. The sound of bones pops sound through the room as they are multiple pops. Zuce sighs.

Mason peeks behind to see that Zuce is fully clothed, and he releases the grip he had on Sarah as she quickly turns. Her eyes brighten as she sees the potential. She bolts to Zuce, and she bounces up and down. She's giddy but what for reason? Her eyes spark and Zuce can only stare as she is unaware of this child is possibly thinking of.

"You look so cool! Holy crap, your look looks insane!"

"Language, Sarah."

"Sorry, dad. Blessed crap!" Mason exhales a sigh of defeat. She's a smart girl and a stubborn one at that as well. Also, quite competitive in 4th grade as she is rivaling top rank with Olivia Scarmen. And who the hell has been tainting his daughter? She's only eight and she's now adding adjectives to profanity. And how does she know about 'research purpose?' Jeez, when he was her age, he would be spanked and grounded for months if he said those words.

"Thanks… but what are these superheroes exactly? I have never seen them."

"Here, I'll show you!" Sarah takes Zuce's hand and drags her out of her big sister's room. They exit and take a right to a staircase. With Sarah's hand in tugging at her, Zuce sees it all as they head down. The entire house has essentially a carpet based flooring all around the house.

In the living room, there is a 4-seat velvet couch in the middle while there are two singular seated chairs on both sides of the couch. In front of the couch is a widescreen TV, averaging around 70 inches, and it's attached to the wall. The screen is pitched black as nothing is playing on. Behind the right recliner are the windows and on those windows are brown blindfolds. The blindfolds are concealing what's in this house as they are positioned downwards. Above on the ceiling is a huge chandelier with lights in a square.

Sarah turns right into a huge entrance as it leads into the kitchen. The first thing Zuce sees is a huge horizontal table with 8 chairs around it. Three on the left and right side and one on top and bottom. To her right is a medium size cooking area. The countertop is a marble countertop that spans near the table to the other exit down the kitchen aisle. The countertop itself breaks into vertical, horizontal, and then vertical pieces. There are multiple wooden cupboards surrounding the kitchen.

Behind the table are doors that leading to the backyard. And in the backyard is a huge and widespread pool. It nearly reaches the other side of the wooden fence and around the pool are chairs and tables. The pool has a diving board parallel to the pool.

They stop near the counter. Sarah lets go of Zuce's hand and pulls up one of the high chairs and slides it near the counter. Her foot steps on the white bar underneath the seat and lunges herself forward to sit. There's a black laptop sitting on the counter. On the cover are the words 'Asus' and it has some orange lining to it with an orange eye. She pulls the lid from underneath and pushes it forward. She pushes in a bubble and the laptop lights up. The keyboards are laminating orange. The words 'Asus' and 'Intel' pop up in a white font, and a circle appears in the middle. Parts of it disappear as it spins around for four times before all of it disappears.

The screen pops back up but with color. It has multiple icons and apps. Sarah, using the mouse, drags the mouse to the search bar on the bottom left. She types in 'superheroes' and a few seconds later, images pop up of men and women wearing tights or armor. Sarah clicks on the image of a man wearing a blue suit and a diamond-shaped in the middle of his outfit. In the diamond is a red S with a yellow background. He dons a red cape and has blue eyes and a hair curl out on his forehead.

Sarah points.

"That's Superman! He's super strong, fast, and can shoot laser beams out of his eyes!" Zuce examines closely at the man as Sarah scrolls down the images. There are pictures of him holding a golden globe from crushing the people beneath it and also from a speeding green car. There are multiple imagines of Superman saving people and catching heavy objects from crushing people. Zuce hmms as they scroll down the pictures of this 'Superman' as he seems to be overall a good guy.

"So are there more than just him?"

"Yeah, a bunch more." She nods and goes back to the search bar and types in 'Justice League'. An image pops up of a group of people standing. They all have different clothes, and also different types of bodies such green skin, wings on their backs, weapons in their hands if they have one, and the fashionable capes. Talk about being fashionable.

"So… all of these people fight evildoers and save the innocent?"

"Yup!" They examine more pictures of this 'Justice League'. All these different people are able to come together and fight for the good people of this planet. But to Zuce, she doesn't know anything about this world. Universe 6's earth would have earthlings similar to Universe 7's but not to this extent. This is rocking a whole new level of crazy as with all these people and their powers.

Zuce breaks away from the laptop. She closes her eyes. Zamasu, what the hell did you do to me? Is this a sick dream you put me into? Is this all for your pleasure? She clenches her hands into fists and veins pop out. Her hair covers her eyes as her head tilts down. Taking a deep breath in, she still keeps her eyes closed. A person sears into her mind, his Gi, his hair, his two-faced form. But… No, he couldn't. He doesn't have the power to create a new world or even to travel across planets. He hates mortals, so why would he create a reality with humans? Zamasu doesn't take any prisoners, but yet here I stand. From the scrolls and what Trunks told me say that Zamasu had this weird state where he was able to appear in the present and in the future. But appearing in different timelines doesn't equal having the power to change reality. Maybe I'm somewhere completely different, yeah maybe that's the answer? Ahhh, this is all just so goddamn confusing!

"It's is November 1 and day 3 of the cleaning up of the Arkansas River ever since locals reported see mountains of debris in this once great river." Zuce opens her eyes to the new voice. Looking at the laptop, she sees a man standing in front of a body of water. He is holding a microphone; there are people behind him picking up the rubble with their bare hands and flying it off-screen. A few of those people Zuce recognizes from their search. "As of now, we still have no clue as to what could have caused this. Authorities are stunned that this amount of rubble could have ended up here. Members of the League have told us they're still investigating. Luckily, the clean-up crew has had a few of the Justice League members aiding them out; it seems that rubble is spanning miles over miles in this river. It may take another day or so to have this all cleared up. Sarah pauses the news feed and points to the river. She glares back to Zuce, but it seems she's isn't there, again.

Sarah slightly frowns as she seems to be out of the world thinking, again. Sarah waves her hands in front of the female alien.

"Hellooooo? Earth to Zuce… Why does it seem she's in a different reality?" Zuce snaps back to the last word.

"S-say that last word again?"

"Different?"

"N-no, the one after that…"

"Reality?"

"Yeah…" Reality… an alternate reality… It doesn't make any sense to me! But yet it does! Kinda… I'm on Earth, but never have I heard about these superheroes or this 'Justice League'. These people have a different energy signature from the ones back home. Everything has changed from my money and my phone. Who's the guy on the money anyway? Ugh! I… I just need time to think about this. Maybe this 'Justice League' can help me…

*Slap*

Sarah slaps Zuce back to reality as she's getting annoyed. She lands another one on her other cheek. It actually hurts and these blows are coming from an 8-year-old child.

"OW! What was that for?!" Sarah frowns.

"I have been trying to get your attention, but you keep on losing focus!" She readies another one, but Zuce protects her face. There're red hand imprints on Zuce's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was wondering how I got here, that's all!" Sarah huffs and crosses her arms.

Once more, she points to the river on the screen.

"That is where we found you. You were floating down until my dad saved you. He was scared that you weren't going to make it."

"Well… I need to thank you and him. Thanks... for taking care of me." Zuce turns around and begins to exit the kitchen while Sarah jumps down from the high chair.

As Zuce walks up the stairs, she feels her hand being grabbed by Sarah.

"Do you want to be a superhero? You'll be my sidekick!" Zuce stops and stares at the child's eyes. She shakes her head.

"Sorry, but I need time to think... I don't know; I'll get back to you on that…" But all she hears is 'Yes'. The possible idea lights a spark in Sarah. Images of the two of them fighting crime and stopping bad guys come into her mind now. She'll get to meet her idols and fight alongside them! Sarah lets go of her hand and bolts down the stairs and back into the kitchen. Zuce finishes walking up the stairs. Zuce takes a right and enters into supposedly Sarah's big sister's room. Mason is still in there, but he's picking up the bandages she tore off. Currently, he has about most of them in his possession.

Mason sees the pair of legs in front of him, and he glances to see Zuce there. He is about to say something, but Zuce kneels down and picks up pieces of the bandages. She collects them into her hand as she scouts under the bed for some more.

There, all of the pieces are dumped into the trash can. Mason pats his hands to clear off the dust and dirt often found in carpets. He turns towards Zuce. But Zuce is already staring at him.

"Thanks, for taking care of me." Mason nods as he understands. Lost in a different world, but yet saved by a stranger and even cared for. It's one of the greatest acts a person can do for a complete stranger.

"Eh, I do what I do. So, have you any means of getting back home? N- not to be rude, but you have a ride back home? Any means of communication? Perhaps the Justice League could provide assistance." But Zuce shrugs.

"I-I don't know. I don't know how I even got here. I… I just want to go home." She can't wish her way out of this. If Namekians don't exist, then the Dragon Balls are nonexistence. Other thoughts run rampant in her head of how she might be stuck here. This planet, it's Earth in that it has humans, but everything else, it's not the same. Everything here, it's so… different from back home. Like a young lamb lost in the woods so is Zuce in this new age. What if… I can never return home. It'll… it'll be just like Planet Bree. Zuce's body unknowingly trembles and shakes. Darkness covers her eyes as she looks down. Her body tenses up.

Mason notices the way she shakes. He can't imagine what she's going through, but he knows how to interact with people. And no way in hell will he let someone be depressed in this household. The Woods's motto is 'When Life Beats You Down, Punch Life Right in the Nose'. Mason sucks in his breathing before releasing. He's a bit nervous to ask this, but he wants to help out.

"Hey…" That snaps Zuce out of her current state. At least, he didn't slap her. "So… do you want to bunker down here? Merry is in college until this Thanksgiving. Even then, she'll probably stay with her friends."

Zuce stares and Mason can't seem to figure out if he should be afraid or not. He is asking an alien that they can live in his house if need be. What's the worst she's going to do? Dissect their brains?

"I'll think about it." Mason breathes a sigh of relief before he staring back at Zuce.

"What was Sarah talking to you about?"

"Becoming one of those superheroes."

"Her and her fantasies. But what did you say?" Zuce goes back to what just happened a few moments ago. That she is uncertain what she wants to do now. But, he is offering some help. She needs all the help she can afford.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do."

"Maybe the Justice League can help you out?"

"I hope so…"

"Eh don't worry about it. I'm sure they can. If an alien like you needs help getting back home, they always find a way."

"I guess I'll bunker here until I can go home. I have no options to turn to anyway."

Zuce picks up her boots and slides them on.

"I-I just need some fresh air. This is all collapsing on me…" She turns and walks out of the door. She exits the room and takes a right. This time, he glances out of the doorway to the right and sees her walking down the stairs. He pops back in and puts his hand over his heart.

"Oh my God, I did it! My first ever counter with an alien! I'm gonna get some breakfast as this calls for a celebration!" But his joy dies down. "Ugh, after that I have to hit the bank." He walks out of the room, eager to eat breakfast.

Zuce finishes the flight of stairs and turns right into the kitchen. Sarah is staring at the laptop screen in which she's looking up costume designs. It seems she's too busy to notice Zuce walking by.

Going up to the door, she grabs the handles and slides it open. She does that for the screen door, and she steps onto the grass with her black boots. Sliding the door closed, the cold wind blows at her body as she levitates up. She sits on the roof of the two-story house and feels the winds of fall coming towards her. Zuce pulls her feet together and close to her body and puts her arms on her kneecaps. She lays her head on her arms. Just wait, guys, I'll be back. This is just something that is fixable. Yeah, it's no big deal.

She sees the landscape as it is filled with all different houses but most of them are similar in shape. Off in the distance are some kids playing street soccer as two goal posts are set up on opposite ends. A total of 10 kids are in the game. A kid passes the white and black ball through a kid's legs and the ball reaches the kid on the other side. She dribbles it around the last defense and all that stands is the goalkeeper. She breaks left and the goalkeeper follows but instantly, she goes back right, but the goalkeeper is on her tail.

But, her left foot kicks the ball to the left side of the goal. The goalkeeper realizes this, but it's too late. The ball hits the net and the girl's teammates cheer. Memories of the gang hanging out together play in her head, she doesn't try to get rid of them. Instead, she lets these flashbacks play out fully. The first step in dealing with loss is to confront it. For her, it's difficult but she sees figures of Avdol, Zuu, and Mollusc running through her head. Clear voices from past events play through her head. Let's go spar with each other. I call Suu! Dodge this! Nice, nice, very nice, Suu. Come on now, Muscle Men is open until 9 today, let's go! Don't worry guys; I got the bill, as usual. But as she is thinking of her friends, images of all those dead people appear.

"You let us die… All of us are dead because of YOU!"

"The HERO of Conton City was powerless!"

More dead people appear but this time; these people are blue skinny aliens.

"We trusted you and look at where that got us! You're too afraid of facing reality! You shut yourself away from the world, because you know it deep down in your heart. You're weak."

Zuce flinches as the voices keep piling on, voices of her former comrades. Zuce immediately shifts her head away from finishing the memories. The voices dissipate as she shakes her head. The stake of pain nails deep into her feeble and lost heart. Zuce buries her head into her arms. The rising sun comforts her back with its warmth. She has been walking this lonely road. Once there were many; now, there is just one. A couple of buried sniffs escape from Zuce.

"I'm sorry…"


Up in space, there stands a massive tower. The structure has multiple lights and windows. The windows seem to be able to withstand the nature of space. It's a headquarters of some sort as seen by one of the windows showing the same bat-suited person with a monitor in front of him. What stands before him are the heroes. They are the Justice League.

"Currently, Superman, Captain Marvel, and Green Lantern are finishing up with the wreckage in the river." Images pop up of the rubble and close examinations show the data and figures on the rubble.

"What we don't know from this incident is that if someone or something came along with the rubble in the river. The materials salvaged are parts of what seem to be tall buildings, almost skyscraper like. I ran the scans and that none of these materials are from here. The ways these materials are crafted together are too advanced for the constructionists. And by putting some of them together, we get this."

An image of a huge black C with a white background pops up with the words 'Capsule Corp.' underneath.

"No company like that exists on Earth. I had Green Lantern run a scan for the company out in space, but nothing came up. But we know that they are not from Earth. Have we found anything at all?" Batman stares among the crowd of superheroes, but those present shake their heads. They had no answers to how this happened as it seems to be a teleportation to their world.

"What if someone just dumped their trash here?" Batman glares in the direction of that voice. That voice can only come from one with such a sarcastic tone. With Robin Hood design, he is the jokester of the League. Batman glares Green Arrow per his usual jokes. The white in his cowl burrows deep into Green Arrow's soul. Green Arrow catches the death stare and instinctively put his hand on the back of his head to scratch. Everyone else doesn't flinch; they are all mannequins to his jest as Green Arrow's stuttering laugh fills the dead silent room.

"Just kidding here, guys." But they still remain mannequins. They turn their attention back to Batman. Green Arrow breathes a sigh of relief, but he is sad. No one has his style of comedy. Well, no one except for the prettiest bird of them all. A gorgeous woman lays her hand on his depressed shoulder and shakes it.

"Come now, Ollie, you know the situation here. When Batman is serious, this could be a huge threat. To everyone else, it's no laughing matter."

"I know, Pretty Bird. I know."


Pretty sad chapter. And no action as well. But it goes to length that not everything will go to happily. Nor will every chapter have exterior conflict; I enjoy the simple things in characters such as character progression. It's different from character development as the bases are there, we, the writers just need to expose it, but for progress, it shows how this OC or MC grows over time given the circumstances. It's not 'transport to a new world, hey guys, * make them your friends* I'm going to be one of you!'. It's more of those 'my world is gone, everything I loved may have vanished. I'm lost and alone, and afraid. An impeccable sadness washes over me and I'm depressed.'

For my MC as I like those MCs that are rooted in reality like Saitama. Saitama for his power but really for his interactions with daily life; he has to sleep, eat, and is a genuinely nice guy. He isn't the nicest person in the world but he's a real person that ONE writes him out to be. He finds people who talk a lot boring, he wants the cheapest of deals, and he says no to people wanting to train him because he can't train them. He's not a Marty Sue. He's relatable and someone that can be your friend or your enemy.

Zuce is trying to question everything so that she can find answers. But all roads lead to more confusion.

I had recently read a DBZxYJ featuring Gohan and in the 1st chapter, he knows that he's in a different world. How? He knows what a purple vortex looks like. Somehow Gohan knows what a vortex is and what it does? This is during the Cell arc as well, and I have never seen a vortex in the canon.

Date 3/27/18