DISCLAIMER: I own neither Dragon Ball or DC Comics.

AND ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: Sorry for the extra two-day wait! I had the story done by the 5th as planned, but it felt so unpolished that I just couldn't publish it without feeling ashamed. I'm deeply ashamed of myself for not being able to finish my first ever deadline. Either way, your still getting a pretty damn good story!

The walls binding the being together is breaking! They thought they could contain him! They thought they could prevent nature from taking its course!

Soon enough, he will be free. Soon enough, he will be free to accomplish his goal. He will kill the Trunks, Cell, and Bulma that plague this universe. The people in this part of the multiverse might not agree, but such troublesome creatures must be killed instead of asked to leave for their insolence. If he doesn't, if he fails, a much larger problem will occur. In fact, it's already happening.

The cracks are big enough now. If he concentrated, he could let some of his influence out.

Cell vs The Universe, Part 1

Only fugitives tread the darkness of deep space. Many were displaced in the milky way from their home worlds due to senseless wars or a criminal past. They become the outlaws of the galaxy, always traveling while keeping their heads low. The Green Lanterns Corps has made it one of their many duties to unveil these individuals and bring them to their respective home worlds for incarceration, but they don't even know half of their stories. Many of these people end up dying for no good reason, just because some men in green wanted to play police.

If an outcast near sector 2814 wants to stay alive, they'll have to find their way onto Outlaw's Moon, a cluster-fuck of the biggest degenerates in the cosmos.

Unlike all of the outlaws around him, Cell isn't one of them. He was sitting on a stool in the moon's most favorite bar, the Meridian. He could feel eyes staring at him at all times, usually burly aliens with gruff voices commenting about his appearance or out-of-place look. He expected this to happen, word of his achievements on Earth haven't spread out across the cosmos yet. Maybe the bartender will give him a free drink if he showed them all his real power.

"You," The bartender spoke, pointing his scaly, purple finger at Cell. He had a thick accent that was a cross-breed of a gangster in the 1930s and a pirate. "Ya barely sipped ya fucking drink. There be a shitload of people who'll drink that for ya."

"I have things to think about then to drink this concoction. Besides, I don't even know what this is." Cell brought the glass to his face with a questioning look in his eyes.

His mannerisms and introverted sense almost made the bartender drop the cup he was horribly polishing. The last guy coming into the bar like this died the next day on the streets. Most people come here to drink their days away or before they do something they might regret, not to sit around a room and ponder.

"Look, green guy, I don't care about who the fuck you are, or where you came from, or how your mommy mistreated ya, but you gotta drink that drink, else I have some buddies rough ya up, hear? It's bad business if your customers don't drink."

Even though the bio-android doesn't need to eat or drink, he thought he might as well experience it for pleasure in the wild, wild space. Cell took a half-hearted sip of the concoction before him. He spat the whole thing out once his lips tasted one of the most disgusting things he's ever come across.

"What? Too much for ya?"

It took a while for it to settle in, but a huge rush of buzz came whizzing across his head. He held his head for a little while before it subsided.

"It's mixed with these Czarnian poana leaves. Potent enough to kill some scrawny guy like ya self. It's called Poana Death."

"Thank you for the information." Cell said groggily, still holding on to his head in case of another buzz attack.

Cell's senses started to tingle, nullifying any remanence of the buzz. A powerful being is going to approach him. To eliminate him? No, impossible, there's no one that powerful who could've—Superman! He's come to-

All speculation was thrown out the window. A large, pale skinned, dread-headed man with a nasty look on his face replaced what Cell thought was the man of steel. The eyes that were previously on him when he first came all latched on to this man, many carrying horrified looks on their faces. This newcomer looked at the bartender with an oddly friendly look.

"Rock! You know I need me some Poana death!"

Without thinking, the bartender grabbed the drink Cell placed on the table and gave it to the thug.

"On the house as always Lobo."

Lobo heartedly drank its contents in one gulp while Cell watched with surprise.

"Didn't you say it was deadly?" Cell said to the bartender, who didn't even notice his question.

The Frieza in him wants to rip out the bartender's throat for ignoring his superior, but the other personalities in him say otherwise. He's a stranger here, not some galactic overlord. He'll abide by this untold pecking order for now.

"What brought you back to this hell hole? Thought you left for good when ya killed that guy who stole your poana death."

"I have my reasons."

"Well," The bartender brought back the same glass he polished to clean it again with a dirty rag. "Since you got me this job when ya killed the last bartendah, your drinks are on the house."

There were tons of stools and tables in the bar, which made it odd for Cell that Lobo chose the one next to his.

When you're so high and mighty that you effortlessly blow up planets, you can feel the strength of those powerful like you. You can feel their power radiating far away, attracting other strong beings. The dread-headed mercenary knew Cell was a lot stronger than he looked, not someone you should trifle with. He can tell right off the bat why Superman lost to such a guy.

"Rock, I don't like how you took that booze from my friend."

"Your friend? I didn't know!"

Rock pulled out a cup filled with poana death faster than Lobo could get in a bad mood. He passed it to Lobo, who gave it to Cell.

"Excuse that fuckup bartender, buggie," Lobo said it with a friendly expression, yet Cell continued to drift into space.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

Cell lobbed his head over to Lobo with a smile.

"I want to kill every powerful being in the universe. Judging by my mood, that can include you."

Lobo replied with a big smile of his own.

"Is that so? Do you think some scrawny nobody like yourself can take on the universe?"

Although Lobo knew Cell was powerful, he doubted he could take on some of the most powerful beings in this dreaded macrocosm. There's something about Cell's eyes though that made him think otherwise. He could see two things through them: tens of thousands of unknown people staring at him, and at the same time, a single pair a pinkish eyes full vigor and determination. This bug looking guy apparently has gone through some shit.

"Yes."

"Your funeral, not that I won't enjoy the show."

Lobo took out a piece of paper and a pencil, utilities he picked up on Earth the last time someone put another bounty on Superman. He wrote out the names Peraxxus, Mongul, Maxima, and Darkseid.

"This is who I'd fight if I were on a suicide run. I'd add Superman to that list, but you've already beaten em'."

"There's no way you could've known that."

Cell was just about ready to wipe Lobo and this planet off the face of the universe when two Green Lanterns entered the bar. Everyone was on edge, some getting out of their tables while others tuned their weapons in case if the pair decided to arrest one of them. One of the Lanterns, probably the senior of the two, pointed at Cell while walking towards him.

"For crimes against sector 2814, murdering tens of thousands of civilians on planet Earth, we are taking you to Oa to stand for these offenses. We are allowed to use force if necessary."

The other Lantern whispered something in his senior's ear, something about caution, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, and strong. Cell got up from his stool and faced these two attackers. Without warning, he blasted the younger Lantern in the head, startling everyone except Lobo at how fast he was.

"Monster!" The senior Lantern cried out while firing a blast from his ring.

Cell extended his neck out of the way, the blast nearly hitting the bartender. He retaliated with his own blast that atomized the alien Lantern. The crowd that surrounded Cell during his fight now crowded on the dead Lanterns, each person trying to their grubby hands on whatever they could find on them. One guy tried to put the younger Lantern's ring on himself, looking in confusion when it didn't power up.

"That's some fine ass aim buggie," Lobo stated, examining the dead Lanterns from his stool.

Cell left the bar and nodded for Lobo to come with him. Lobo had to make his choice here. It's painfully clear from the start that the power difference between the two is too big for him to win conceivably. He could fight him, sure, if he wants to die. No person in their right mind would challenge this guy, even if the bounty's high. He brandished the scouter Luthor had delivered to him and crushed it as he walked out the bar, grabbing Cell's poana death as he went.

Cell waited outside for Lobo with his arms crossed, looking more like a stalker from your nightmares than someone waiting for someone else. There was a sigh of relief on Cell's end when he saw Lobo exit the bar. This way, at least he can conserve his energy for the real threats instead of having to kill Lobo for not coming.

"I'll need the services of someone like yourself. Traversing the universe can become cumbersome when you don't know where you're going. You seem to be someone who knows his place around, am I right to presume that?"

"Seems about right, but why should I help you?" Lobo scoffed with his hands on his hips.

"A no-brainer. I was going to kill you anyway because of your strength."

"In that case… doesn't leave me with a lot of options. Sides, watching you murder your way across the universe could be entertainin'."

This time, it was Lobo leading Cell around. He brought him to his spaceship, parked conveniently nearby the bar. It was a present Luthor gave to him for completing one of his other contracts. A click of a button opened its mini-hangar, allowing the two to enter in. Cell and Lobo were greeted with a large control panel alongside two seats and two respective cupholders. Lobo had brought his poana death drink with him, so he happily placed it inside the cup-holder once the two seated in.

"Who's first?" Cell asked, holding up the piece of paper with the four names.

"Peraxxus. He's the pussy we need to jumpstart your campaign." Lobo answered while hitting a few switches in the control panel.

The ship hummed and heaved before lifting itself off the moon carved pavement, jettisoning itself into outer space. After a good minute of getting out of orbit, Lobo started to hit a couple more buttons.

"Ever heard of a boom tube?"

"No."

"Some instant travel device?"

"No."

"A way to get from point A to point B instantly?"

"Not at all."

"Teleportation?"

"Only the concept."

"Fuck it."

Lobo pushed the ship into forward gears when a portal opened up right in front of the ship. The spaceship was enveloped in a white light while they rode through the turning vortex.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Trunks transformed into a Super Saiyan and leaped towards Supergirl with a heavy hand. The strength of which was so strong it blew her away, leaving Wonder Girl and Superboy to cover for her. The two lunged at Trunks and exchanged blows, taking them farther and farther into the training room.

Wonder Woman was just about ready to jump in after seeing how quickly the three are fighting in 100x gravity. She amped it up to 200x and noticed a slight slow in their combat speeds. 250x seemed to be the sweet spot, so she configured it to that and threw herself into the fray.

Trunks was just about ready to give in, having fought for such a long time he thought he might lose his Super Saiyan state. Wonder Woman was there to come to the rescue, though, she took Wonder Girl out for a literal spin. Trunks and Superboy continued to exchange blows, but he was a goner without one of the two backing him up. He can endure way more, though, evidenced by how he's taking a lot of Trunks's hits. Eventually, he caved in and surrendered, dropping on the ground and taking deep breaths.

Supergirl returned to the fight by assisting Wonder Girl fighting Wonder Woman. The two combined are roughly equal to Wonder Woman, probably even more, but they'll outpace her with their higher stamina before she's forcefully defeated. Trunks prevented that from happening and put himself in between Wonder Girl's attack.

"Ow!" Trunks wailed while moving out of the way.

"Idiot! That's why you don't get into one of my- "

Wonder Woman knocked her with a well-placed punch to the face. Her body banged on the wall of the opposite side of the training room and lied face down on the floor. Supergirl was about to continue fighting Wonder Woman in retaliation, but she knew the fight was over when The two started to corner her. She held her hands high in defeat.

"Good thinking Trunks, you got her distracted enough for me to make the finishing blow."

"If you ask me, her hot head is her greatest weakness."

The two shared a good laugh before turning back the training room to normal gravity. The feeling of becoming lightweight after being heavy for so long felt immensely relieving.

"Move back a little." Trunks said, motioning his hand while Wonder Woman and Supergirl did as he asked.

Trunks charged up to his maximum; his muscles bulged while a fiery aura encased his body. The entire training room shook, but only the training room as its custom configurations keeps everything that goes on inside contained to only inside. Once Trunks reached his upper limit, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Wonder Woman was still close enough to Trunks to see his disappointed look.

"I've gotten a lot stronger these past few weeks, we all have, but I'm not even half Cell's strength. If he comes back today, not even all our powers combined could beat him."

"Then we'll just train harder and longer. We'll catch up with him someday."

Train harder, huh… longer…

It hit him like an energy blast. He remembered from one of Bulma's old stories of Goku going into a room that allowed him to train for an entire year in only a real day's time. The experience was so grueling that he barely survived. Its existence is unlikely, his survival even more unlikely, but he has to go. The fate of this universe and his own just might hinge on it.

"What if I told you that there's a room, a room in my world where we all can get a year's worth of training in a day?" Trunks said while depowering to his regular form.

"If you were any other person, I'd think your lying. I'll go if you're planning to."

"That's the plan. In fact, all of you can come."

The five were now huddled together and breathing like it's a sauna. Fighting at 250x is hard enough, so how difficult can this room that transcends time be?

"If it can make me as good as you, count me in," Superboy said in a huff.

"I'll tag along." Supergirl chimed in.

"Ugh, since everyone's going I might as well." Wonder Girl spat out.

"Then it's settled," Trunks stretched out his back and yawned. "We should get Superman to come as well,"

"I'll get him. He'll want to tag along if it can bring him to Cell's level." Wonder Woman replied.

"Alright, we'll leave tomorrow. I just need to get the time machine from my mother."

In the icy depths of the Antarctic, two planes arrived at a rather deserted location. One plane was a small, military-like vehicle, with the physical design of a bat clearly in mind. The other was of private executive class as if it were the president's, small compared to regular commercial planes but way larger than this black plane next to it. Both of the aircraft's bays opened seconds after the other, with several pairs of boots walking out of each. In this black plane, a scientist with turquoise hair and thick clothes walked after a black armored man with heavy clothing himself. His much larger than standard cape insulated him from the coldness of the Antarctic.

Four people exited the private plane. The first was a man in a wheelchair, with an armored female soldier pushing the chair and two armored men covering their backs. Once they spotted the two coming out of the black plane adjacent to them, the female soldier signaled for the two men to go back and protect the jetliner. She continued to push Luthor's wheelchair as they approached the scientist and the detective. The group met between the two planes.

"Couldn't believe that dread headed buffoon bailed. The fool." Luthor mumbled while approaching the scientist and the detective. When they met up, the four didn't greet each other.

"Shouldn't it be right here?" The physically challenged man pointed down on the ground for physical representation and to vent his frustrations.

"The coordinates aren't exact. We should move more north." The black armored man replied.

The cripple sighed, but carried on with the man's wishes. The four started their way there.

There were rumors out about Dr. Nero having an underground laboratory in Antarctica, away from the clutches of his persecutor Lex Luthor, as well as giving himself free reign over what he can create. These rumors were confirmed when the watchtower's satellite camera caught a rough picture of said base when it was making its yearly world sweep a few days ago.

They advanced for a good ten minutes when a building appeared out of the snowy winds. The four made their trek to it and found a large double door that became the only obstacle left. Batman and the soldier strategically hid behind both ends of the door. After a pause, Batman surprisingly managed to open the door without going through a lock. They were hesitant at first, but they all rest easy when Batman found no hidden traps or activated defense mechanisms.

The lab was messy. It had dozens upon dozens of blueprints and papers lying around, with large wires connecting to one place or another. One diagram that caught everyone's eyes was a design that looked exactly like Cell. Batman picked it up and examined it. With the acceptance of a few minor details, it seems to be that the scientist knew what Cell looked like. The possibility of this made before or after Cell's arrival could be anyone's guess, though.

"This is odd," Batman began while looking at more papers. "There's all these blueprints and yet not a single invention around."

Besides the obvious cables and papers, the room was barren and small, to say the least. It wouldn't make sense if Dr. Nero conducted experiments here.

"Maybe the poor cuck couldn't afford anything better," Luthor jokingly theorized while inspecting a blueprint of a white, burly man, with a long braided ponytail to boot.

"Guys, I think I found something."

Everyone turned to see Bulma uncover a large hatch by removing the papers on top of it. The female soldier and Batman brushed her aside and opened the hidden latch with brute force, lifting it up with their might. The hatch opened to reveal a long ladder with no apparent end.

"Ladders, the bane of my crippled existence." Luthor joked while his soldier returned to his side.

"We'll return shortly," Batman said reassuringly, gesturing for Bulma to accompany him.

"Yeah yeah, just go."

Batman went down the ladder first, climbing down cautiously as they went. Surprisingly, it did have an end. Bulma and Batman finished climbing and saw an array of unparalleled technology. A giant supercomputer made up the center of this underground facility, with several pods with numbers on them dotting its larger interior.

Bulma brushed her fingers on the dusty pod named number 14. She didn't know herself, but the purple face of the person within number 14 looked exactly like the blueprint Luthor is looking at. Luthor also saw a design of a man with a trucker hat and one of a blond woman while Bulma and Batman searched the area.

Batman looked at the pod of number 20. He didn't even have the chance to inspect the person inside of it when he noticed the corpse lying next to the supercomputer. He motioned for Bulma to come to him while he moved the body to lie face up. His puffy orange and brown garb alone were enough for the dark knight to deduce it was the body of Dr. Nero.

"It's strange, this Dr. Nero looks exactly like the Dr. Gero of my universe."

"It's unlikely that they're the same person. My theory is that they're very similar but not the same person, hence why he's called Dr. Nero instead of Dr. Gero."

"Yes, you are correct to presume that Batman."

Batman and Bulma were startled by the voice that boomed around the room. They tried to find the source to these words but couldn't find any.

"It is the computer that is speaking, or really, me."

"But how?" Bulma questioned.

If Dr. Nero had a pair of eyes, it would be staring deeply into Bulma.

"Bulma! It's really you! I thought you died!"

"Uhm, maybe in a different universe?" Bulma said, confused.

"I'm intrigued," Batman said with his finger arched over his lips. "There's no Bulma equivalent in this universe. If you aren't from this universe or Bulma's, where are you from?"

A rush of memories filled the supercomputer's nonexistent heart. Memories of a universe far away, and a time long ago.

It was ages ago when Bulma and himself were partners, the former behind taught by the latter. Through the Capsule Corporation, they created wonders that exceeded the technological capacity of most universes. These wonders made Capsule Corporation the biggest company on Earth, driving the planet to a faster future.

Dr. Nero had a darker side to him. Unbeknownst to Bulma, he served the Blue Ribbon Army that Goku destroyed so many years ago. Had Goku stopped with only destroying the Blue Ribbon Army, Dr. Nero would've lived his life normally following the army's disbandment. But no, his son died in the defense against Goku in one of the force's many castles. He vowed vengeance for his son, using Bulma purely as a way to get closer to Goku.

That grudge made him create androids 17 and 18, a pair designed only to kill Goku and that's it. He wanted Goku dead, but not with tons of bloodshed. They succeeded in that mission, ignoring all the damage the Z-Fighters dealt while delivering the killing blow. What Dr. Nero didn't anticipate was for them to act independently.

When a bored 17 and 18 decided to kill the Z-Fighters instead of complying with Dr. Nero, it turned into a slippery slope that ended up with the Earth nearly destroyed. Only Gohan and Baby Trunks survived the destruction that fateful day.

During this time, Bulma worked on a device to destroy the androids while Dr. Nero worked on his own countermeasure. Gohan died while saving Trunks before Bulma finished her gadget. Bulma's device successfully worked, the androids self-destructed in Trunks's hands. Dr. Nero's method of defeating the androids was the continuation of a project Bulma and him worked on, Project Cell.

Project Cell was supposed to be a humanitarian project to create a bio-warrior capable of defending the Earth alongside Goku. Dr. Nero changed Cell to make him unsympathetic, vicious, and capable of absorbing humans to gain energy. Instead of directly killing the androids and likely dying, he is supposed to consume enough humans where he could beat them. Cell tried but couldn't manage to eliminate the androids before Trunks self-destructed them.

For a time, the Earth rebuilt. Bulma and Trunks mourned the loss of Gohan, the last true Z-Fighter. Both Bulma and Dr. Nero worked in secret of a time machine capable of bringing themselves to the past and remedying everything that went wrong. When Dr. Nero caught wind of Bulma making the same thing, he knew that Bulma would kill him in the past so that he doesn't end up creating the androids that cause this whole mess.

Dr. Nero made up his mind, his judgment becoming clear with darkness. To stop Bulma, he ordered Cell to kill Bulma and Trunks, steal their time machine, and go back to the past and absorb the androids before Trunks destroyed them (READ CHAPTER 1! THIS IS UNIVERSE 11!).

When Cell obtained the time machine and went to the past, Dr. Nero used his time machine around the same time as well. Bulma from Universe 231 (our Bulma) coincidentally used her time machine at the same time too. All of these time machines going to one particular time at the same time caused a distortion in time. The three contraptions were thrust into a different universe altogether. While Cell, Trunks, and Bulma managed to come to this DC universe around the same time, Dr. Nero was forced further back into time. He arrived several years earlier than everyone else.

With darkness boiling inside of him, Dr. Nero was motivated to recreate Cell in this universe. His first attempt at blending with this new Earth's society and starting the Cell project with very limited funds (Zeni does not equal US dollars in this universe apparently?) failed miserably. This idea of his was quickly picked up by Luthor though, who saw this as an opportunity to make a creature that can kill Superman. Everything was smooth sailing until the reasoning of creating Project C-19 clashed with Luthor. Luthor had ordered him killed by bounty hunters for his insolence, where Dr. Nero only had to give the hunters some cash, and they would leave him alone.

Dr. Nero retreated to Antarctica where Luthor can't touch him if he figured out he were still alive and built up a facility where he would create Androids 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, and 20. That way, if Luthor managed to create C-19 without his help, his androids will be able to decimate his first form and the rest of the world's superheroes.

Dr. Gero was succumbing to cancer, a side effect of using his cheap time machine compared to Bulma's time machine. Instead of dying, he uploaded his brain into the supercomputer days before Batman and Bulma arrived. For the most part, he maintained and slowly upgraded his androids, building up an army that will substitute for Cell.

Once the supercomputer was finished reminiscing his life, he turned back to Batman's statement.

"I am Dr. Nero, the scientist that came from the same universe that this Cell did."

"Then that means…!"

"Yes, I created him."

On the top floor of the base, Luthor nodded at his female guard. She nodded back, cocked her gun, and went down the ladder.

"But why?" Bulma asked.

"According to my information you're from Universe 231, is that correct?"

"I am, but only I would know that. I was the one who enumerated the universe…"

"In my universe, we categorized the universes up to 250 before we even knew how to create a time machine. There's a particular reason why you're standing here today, and only I know the reason."

Batman and Bulma sat on Dr. Gero's table. This conversation was going to be a while.

"Me, you, Cell, we all used our time machines at the same time. When we cross time, we create a ripple, a small one that allows us to jump throughout the timeline. When we used our time machines at the same time, the ripple became so massive that it caused a distortion in time. To rectify this, the natural law of the multiverse ejected us into a different universe so that we don't continue creating a distortion. This event caused our time machines to become warped, only capable of going back to this universe and our own. Any plans you might have about going to the past have been nulled."

Dr. Nero's last words irked Bulma. The only reason why Bulma and Trunks are here was that they were supposed to bring Goku to the future so that he could defeat the androids.

"That doesn't answer the question. Why did you create Cell?"

"The answer to that question is unimportant. What is, is that this our existence in our improper universe is creating a new distortion. The multiverse has created something designed purely to kill us. I've only seen him in my dreams days before I uploaded myself in this computer… but he's real. He's come to end us all."

"But who? What?" Batman replied.

"My answer is only probable. It's- "

Bullets slew across the room. Batman narrowly pushed Bulma out of the firing range when the shots impacted the computer. It only took a few shots to destroy it beyond repair, lying in a heap of its wires and circuit board. A few seconds ago, those two things carried the consciousness of a frustrated man. Now, it's just a trash heap.

"Idiot!" Batman screamed, punching the guard until she spat blood.

"I had orders…" She wailed while gasping for breath.

Batman looked back at Bulma in case she got hit by any ammunition. He saw her look quietly at the destroyed computer, her head low.

"In my universe, he lived a life of seclusion when his son died in the Red Ribbon Army. In another, he could've been Earth's savior. Another, an artist."

Batman brought himself away from the guard and by Bulma's side. He looked at the computer and tried to think how Bulma was thinking.

"Life can deal you with horrible circumstances, but how you choose to deal with them is what defines you. When my parents were murdered, I didn't lie down and die with them. I chose to live on. In the end, it's his choices, not a number of a universe that determined his fate."

There was something odd sticking out of the computer. When Batman squinted at it, he almost immediately grabbed Bulma and the guard and forced them up the ladder. He yelled at the guard to get Luthor while he signaled for his batplane to autopilot over to him. Bulma desperately grabbed whatever papers she could along the way before she ran for the plane. They were out of Dr. Nero's base in less than a minute and into the sky in two. When Bulma looked back in her seat for one last mental image of the place, she was greeted with a massive explosion instead.

The base was utterly obliterated, the only works and evidence of Dr. Nero even existing lied on her lap. He may have been evil, but his ideas could very well save millions of lives, redeeming him in Bulma's book. While Bulma and Batman rode in silence, Bulma received a call from her scouter. She double clicked it to enable communication.

"Mom, where are you? Do you… um, think that I can use the time machine to go back to our universe?"

The explosion didn't spare much. The entire point of it was to destroy any evidence of Dr. Nero from this universe should he ever die. If it were Luthor coming after him, the explosion was meant to kill him.

Ruined rubble and debris buried the ladder from the underground to the topside with tons of material. While the underground lab survived complete annihilation unlike above ground, it still took some damage. Every pod except one was perfectly intact. The only pod that was hit had its lid broken open by the detonation's force.

These circumstances allowed one creation to break free. His face was partially destroyed in the explosion, leaving half of it completely cyborg like while the other 'human'. His trucker's hat was still okay, so that's a plus.

He walked over to the remains of Dr. Nero's computer and paid his respects. Although he's able to act independently without Dr. Nero's instructions, he still had a profound respect for the man. The scientist was his creator after all. While there were no instructions, there was one clear directive the good doctor instilled in all his androids: to kill Lex Luthor.

Though he doesn't know where this Luthor was, Dr. Nero gave him and the rest of the androids a picture and a biography of the man. Judging by the biography, he's more than likely sitting in Lexcorp headquarters in Metropolis.

The Android smiled. First thing's first, he has to activate his brothers and sisters.

I want to give a big shoutout to the guest MDHunter. His reviews and speculations always bring a warm feeling to my heart. It makes me feel good to know someone out there gives this story some time of their day. I guess what I'm trying to say here is thank you all for sticking this long.

In other news, EVERYTHING IS COMING BACK TOGETHER! Like your grandma weaving you a sweater, I'm bringing that same thread I used long ago and brought it back to the story. Remember Universe 11? The universe that got destroyed and Cell came out of it? Well, that same universe now has a much larger backstory.

Speaking of Cell, although Peraxxus may seem 'weak' by Lobo, just how strong is he? And if- when he's defeated, what consequences will it bring?

Trunks is bringing the whole gang to the hyperbolic time chamber! Just how strong do you think they'll become?

But before Trunks can even go back to his universe, Dr. Nero's androids are loose! The hell are they gonna do?

The cosmos is about to get a lot darker. While this new being does come from nature itself, it doesn't mean it's good. For example, poison oak isn't good.

While they did lose a lot of valuable information, Batman, Bulma, and Luthor will have something that will make them increasingly relevant these coming chapters.

Next chapter will be centered more towards Cell, as he embarks in Lobo's spaceship to challenge Peraxxus.

New chapter's hitting you 7/22/2016! GET READY! GET HYPED!