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Chapter 10: Battle of Gods

They faced each other. Two Supermen. One Kryptonian, the other Saiyan. Behind the Saiyan, the building collapsed, sending smoke and rubble bouncing off his back. Unnoticing, his focus solely on Superman, the Saiyan walked forward. "So you are this world's savior," he said eyeing him up and down. "You're early." He was built, no doubt about it. This guy was massive. Raw power seemed to emanate from him, although he was not sensing much of it. Strength seemed to be his fortè.

"You could say that," Superman said. His voice was calm and controlled, his eyes the only give-away as to how angry this man really was. A wind rolled through the empty streets, a city that Saiyan had emptied not too long ago, and blew away the remaining clouds of dust and smoke. "I've been waiting three years for this," Superman said. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The Super Saiyan smirked, closing his eyes and loosening his shoulder with one hand. Even with his eyes closed, taunting the Man of Steel, he was strategizing. If he had that much muscle mass, his movements would most likely be slowed. His back twitched slightly where his armor was cracked. More than likely he used a direct approach to battle. Martial Arts technique was probably not a strong point, but with only one attack to go off, an attack that he had not seen coming none the less, that wasn't reliable.

"Do you think this is some kind of joke," Superman spat. "What you have done here is unforgivable. You will pay for your crimes!"

The Saiyan opened his eyes, "Look at yourself," he said mockingly. "You have next to no power to speak off. You are strong, yes, but strength is only half the battle." The Saiyan touched his chest with his thumb. "I am a Saiyan Elite. You are no match for me, little man."

Superman took a step forward, "Enough talking. You and me. Right now."

The Saiyan smirked once before he vanished from Superman's sight. Before Superman could even react, the Saiyan slammed his face with a palm full of energy, which exploded on contact. Superman crashed onto his back, shattering the pavement. The Saiyan flipped easily away and landed with his back to the man. He sneaked a peak out of the corner of his eye at the so-called Man of Steel as he stood back up.

Hn. He can take a hit after all. Turning to face him again, the Saiyan said, "How does it feel to be this planet's final hope and yet, you are far too powerless to stop me?" Without warning, the Saiyan flared his power, his aura chewing the ground apart. The Saiyan's eyes never left the Man of Steel.

The man was still calm, completely unfazed. It was starting to tick him off. He let his aura drop, the ground quieting under their feet. "Let me explain something to you," he said. "There are two ways power levels can be detected. One by means of a scouter. Those devices can put an actual number to a power level but they can be easily deceived." The Saiyan folded his arms across his chest. "The second is an acquired technique. I can actually sense a power that a person has from miles away." He shrugged. "Hasn't done me a whole lot of good on this planet. No powers were really high enough to even bother with." He thought about those creatures he had been tracking, but put it out of his mind.

"The average person here has a power level of maybe one or two. Give that same person a gun and that power jumps to maybe five or six." He smirked. "I know this is the long explanation but to get a grasp on the situation, you need a reference. My power level is over five hundred thousand."

That finally got a reaction. "I don't care," Superman said. It wasn't the right reaction but a reaction none the less.

Sighing, the Saiyan crouched into battle position. "Fine," he said. "I tried to warn you."

On the Watch Tower, all members' attention was focused on the large display, watching the battle that would decide the fate of their planet as it began. A few even placed bets on the outcome. Of course, money would be useless if the Saiyan did win.

J'onn took a deep breath. It all came down to this. They had been in some tough spots before as a team, but nothing quite like this. Beside him, Mr. Terrific continued to direct members still on the ground around the world. He was very glad that he had teleported Superman down near that destroyed city. No one will get hurt that way.

Down on the floor, Shayera watched with fearful eyes. She had warned Superman not to underestimate the Saiyan, but she still worried. This Saiyan was awesomely powerful. She only hoped that Superman would be okay...

The Saiyan leapt into the air, moving faster than the eye could see, and slammed Superman to the ground with two feet to the chest. He leapt gracefully off him and to the ground a few dozen feet away. Turning quickly to face Superman again, he charged his palms. The blast caught Superman squarely in the chest just as he was standing, flinging him backwards and to the ground again. Before he could even recover, the Saiyan stomped him into the ground yet again. The ground spiked and shattered beneath him as he sank. The force of the attack sent a shockwave in all directions, rattling cars a block away.

Floating himself higher into the sky, the Saiyan waited for Superman to stand again. He did not expect, however, for Superman to streak from the ground like a speeding bullet at him. He was barely able to dodge as Superman punched. He's much fast than I thought he could be.

He dodged again as Superman aimed a punch at his face. His punches are incredibly fast and incredibly powerful, the Saiyan noted. But his moves were predictable. He was getting used to Superman's speed now. He dodged again, landing on the ground. Superman came after him, cratering the asphalt as his attack missed his intended target and released its power on the ground. The Saiyan put a spin in his dodge this time, allowing Superman to demolish another building for him.

Superman paused for a second, finding the Saiyan in the sky, then rushed him again. So predictable.

Before the words had fully crossed his mind, Superman clapped his hands together. The Saiyan was hurled backwards by the force of the shockwave. Tumbling head over heels backwards, struggling to regain control, Superman appeared behind him and slammed both fists squarely on his back.

The Saiyan hit the ground, rock bursting apart by the force of his contact. He managed to land himself on his hands and knees, which was fortunate for him. Without even pausing to breathe, he threw himself sideways just as Superman crushed the place he had just been. He slowed to a halt, eyeing Superman with a little bit of respect.

As he stopped, he forced energy out through his palms and through the ground. The entire area erupted as energy clawed its way out of the ground at Superman. It was an old technique and a slow one, but it did the trick. Superman flew upwards, forced by the attack right into another blast from the Saiyan.

The Saiyan looked at the cloud of smoke the engulfed the Man of Steel's last spot, then lifted himself slowly into the air. The smoke faded and the shadowed shape Superman still remained, unscathed.

The Saiyan smiled. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time. His veins thrived as the battle heated up, anticipating a true challenge. Possibly.

"What is your name?" the Saiyan asked. This man was a much stronger opponent than he would have imagined.

"My adopted home has given me the name Superman," Superman answered. He was not smiling, nor did he seem to be enjoying the fight so far.

"And they call this transformation a legendary Super Saiyan" he said. His tailed twitched excitedly. "But I'm not asking for a title. What is your name?"

Superman eyed him a moment before responding. "Kal-El of Krypton."

The Saiyan smiled, a warrior's smile. Knowing the name of an opponent was absolutely necessary if one was to conduct such a battle. That was all that was required for this battle to finally start.

"Pleased to meet you, Kal-El of Krypton," he said. "You may call me Caliwone, of the planet Vegeta." With that statement, Caliwone's energy exploded around him. His energy disintegrated the very ground twenty meters beneath him. "Now we begin."

"Sir, our sensors are indicating a massive increase in the Saiyan's energy," reported the one crewer who was actually doing his job. The crowd murmured a little at this, the same sound you got from a ball game as a famous athlete stepped up from the bench.

Diana crossed her arms in front her as if cold. She was beginning to realize just how much of a power gap there was between the two on Earth and anybody else in the League. Superman was truly the only who could have accepted this fight.

From behind her, Bruce spoke up. "He can't lose." Diana turned to look at Batman. The first thing she saw was Bruce's cut face. She spun around, alarmed.

"Batman, are you..." She broke off at a shake of his head. His cape was a little raggedy and there was a large slice through the chest section of his suit that did not touch skin. Her first impression had shocked her but having a chance to take in the whole picture, she could see that she had over-reacted.

Batman stepped next to her, looking up at the screen. "Luthor is back," he said coldly. His recent encounter with him still left a sour taste in his mouth. He glanced sideways at Diana.

She nodded slightly. "So then your theory may be right after all."

He didn't say anything, just returned his attention back to the display. Diana turned to look as well and quietly slipped her hand into Batman's. He didn't move away.

Caliwone blocked a blow from Kal-El, spinning his body as to maximize the kick to Kal-El's stomach. The blow allowed Caliwone supreme access to the back of Kal-El's neck as he bent over.

He slammed an elbow down on his neck, right were the spine was most vulnerable. Catching Kal-El by the cape before he hit the ground, Caliwone sent him flying through two buildings before he was able to recover himself. Rushing back the way he had come, Superman smashed the ground a few feet in front of Caliwone, splitting the ground and causing it to collapse beneath the Saiyan's feet.

Caliwone vanished and reappeared behind Superman, just within reach.

Just as Superman turned to attack the Saiyan, Caliwone vanished again. The mighty Saiyan delivered a blow to the back of Superman's head, then spinning his body to sweep Superman's legs. The Man of Steel planted his feet firmly, denying the sweep and grabbed hold of the Saiyan with his right hand.

With a roar, Superman lifted the Saiyan, then smashed him hard face first into the ground. Not willing to let this quick little rat go, Superman slammed him again into the ground on his other side, then lifted him in the air a delivered a punch to Caliwone's stomach.

The wind left Caliwone as Kal-El's punch drove deep. His armor over his stomach shattered and flew in pieces to the ground. How? How did he obtain this reversal? He ground his teeth even as the punch deepened. Enough.

He grabbed Superman's punching hand, using that leverage to flip himself forward, ignoring the pain in his stomach and breaking off the piece of armor that Kal-El still held. He round kicked him across the face. He hit the ground, unable to ignore the pain in his stomach long enough to land on his feet, even as Kal-El crashed through another building.

After a moment, he rolled to his feet, images of Phutrasy and those fish people crossing his mind. He spit blood onto the ground in front of him. Great.

It was time to end this. That was twice his own arrogance had allowed Kal-El to reverse on him. His aura exploded to his maximum power. No more games. The ground split before him as he rushed at Superman.

Superman was ready. Breathing in a deep breath, Superman blew. Ice manifested itself on the ground, the trees, the cars and buildings. As the Saiyan rushed in, his left arm and leg turned into a block of ice before he was able to leap out of the way. He looked down, never before seeing an attack like that in his life.

Sensing Kal-El's energy approaching, he looked up. Kal-El's eyes flashed, firing energy from his eyes that blasted Caliwone through the ground and into the subway beneath.

Caliwone did not move immediately. That last attack had done quite a number on him. He thought back, trying to figure out when exactly it was that Kal-El had stolen the advantage. It had all happened so quickly. He stood, the pain receding as natural with all Saiyans. He floated up through the hole he had just been punched through. Kal-El was waiting for him, standing on one side of it. Caliwone landed opposite him.

"Can you continue?" Caliwone asked.

Kal-El raised his eyebrows. "I'm not the one who just got punched through twenty feet of concrete," he pointed out.

Caliwone coughed slightly, then resettled himself into combat stance again. His energy was revived around him as the gold highlighted the ground and shattered the ice covering his arm and leg.

In an instant, he was under the Kryptonian. Planting his hands on the ground, he kicked Kal-El under the chin, lifting him off the ground. Caliwone vanished from the ground, leaving dirt flying everywhere. Reappearing above Superman, Caliwone smashed him back down the ground. Not finished, Caliwone landed on the ground, clapping his hands together. As Superman stood up, Caliwone's signature move hit him full-on. The blue and white energy incinerated the ground all around, blasting buildings into shrapnel.

After a couple of moments, the beam shrunk in size, then faded. Caliwone stood alone in front of cloud of fire and debris, breathing heavily. No way he could have survived that, Caliwone thought. I put way too much energy into that attack for anything to remain.

The sound of still-collapsing buildings continued to shake the ground as smoke kept rising, blanketing the sky above with its eerie shroud. Wind ran across Caliwone's face, coming in from the east and swirling the smoke all around.

No freakin' way.

The smoke parted as the wind came through revealing the fiery remains of buildings and cars burning fiercely with a man standing tall in front of the decimation. Caliwone couldn't move, too shocked to even comprehend. Impossible.

"I've seen enough."

As he stood gapping at Kal-El's form with now tattered cape, Superman moved. In a blink of an eye and with only a streak to indicate direction, Superman was behind Caliwone. Instinct drove his shocked body to motion. Turning, he caught Superman's right fist in his left. Kal-El tried his left fist, which was caught in Caliwone's right. They stood there, fingers interlaced as they struggled for dominance.

Caliwone couldn't resist the Man of Steel. He fell to one knee, his aura raging all around him even as Superman bent him backwards. Knowing that he would not be able to win this way, he allowed himself to fall back. As he did so he kicked with both feet under Superman's chin. The blow was enough to force Kal-El to release his right hand.

With his now free hand, he blasted Superman off of him. He stood up slowly. Even a Saiyan had his limits.

His senses tingled slightly. Focusing on them, he could sense Superman moving around hidden in the smoke. Without warning, a pair of red lasers fired out of the smoke. Caliwone jumped to the side, barely able to dodge. The instant he landed, he was forced to jump again as the bolts of energy came at him again. Another set of bolts came at him just as he landed. Caught flat-footed, which was a sin for a warrior of his caliber, he was forced to do only one thing. As the bolts came in, he swung his right hand to deflect them.

The bolts careened off course at almost a forty-five degree angle, hitting a collapsed building. Pain forced him to look down at his hand. The glove that covered his right hand had a hole burned through it, the edges blackened and scorched. His hand was seared as if he had just tried to punch the sun.

He looked up as Superman walked out of the plume of smoke and fire. "Let me know if you've had enough," he said. "Maybe I'll listen."

Caliwone glared into the man's eyes, seeing that everything about him was true. His stance and confidence were not forced, his body more or less unmarked compared to Caliwone's bloody form. This man was not really trying.

That fact shook Caliwone to the core. This couldn't be. He was a Super Saiyan, a warrior with no equal, a legend among all in the galaxy. How could it be that this man from a planet he had never even heard of make such a mockery of him this way?

"Earth is my home," Kal-El said, his voice icy. "You will terrorize it no more."

"You vermin," spat Caliwone, his composure all but forgotten. So this planet was Earth? "I will beat you, Kal-El. Mark my words, you will not lay another finger on me until you're dead."

He lifted himself slowly in the air. Up and up until he was high above the city. Kal-El looked at him from the ground, not moving, challenging his attack. Fine.

Caliwone held his right hand down below his waist. Energy sparked in his hand, beginning to glow blood red. With a crack like thunder, the red glow became much more tangible. Reaching back, he pitched the energy at Kal-El. The energy expanded, rearing down on the city. Buildings disintegrated as the energy ball approached. The Man of Steel turned his body to fully-face the attack and waited.

The attack hit, blowing wreckage everywhere. The Kryptonian vanished in an explosion of light. Even the air trembled at the ferocity of the attack, fire spewing in all direction. The Saiyan floated above the ever-expanding light, smiling widely. That attack had been used many times in the past, which had given birth to its name. World Crusher of the Sphere or Sphere of Destruction as it was translated here on Earth. Caliwone dropped to the ground, waiting to see if this battle was finally over.

Caliwone doubled over as Superman drilled a punch into his gut. He hadn't even seen him coming. As Kal-El removed his fist, Caliwone placed both arms across his stomach, blood escaping from his mouth as he choked and coughed. Even as he did so, Superman laced his fingers together by his right hip and swung upward, catching the Super Saiyan under the jaw. Like a ball off a bat, the Saiyan flew toward a five level building.

Crashing through the wall of the third floor, he skidded ungracefully to a stop. He rolled to his feet and coughed up more blood, staggering back. He looked up sharply, just realizing where he was. He was standing in an office building of some sort. Desks and papers lay scattered everywhere. That, plus the new hole in the wall.

He looked to his left. Where will he come from? He turned to his right. Left? Right? Or... He looked up.

The ground beneath his feet exploded upwards. In what seemed like slow motion, Caliwone looked down. Rising up from the floor was Superman. Caliwone stared right at him, taking in every detail of his angry face, his extending arm, his locked eyes...

Caliwone was rocketed up through two floors and into the sky. He was completely unable regain his control. He flew chest-first, not even able to rotate his body, though he knew what was coming.

With a flash, Kal-El sped past. Raising his fists, he hit Caliwone straight down. More pieces of his armor broke off, falling almost as fast as the one whom it use to protect.

Caliwone plummeted through five floors, into the basement. Floor by floor collapsed as he passed through, smoke blowing out those windows that still remained. Floor by floor the building sank, burying the Saiyan beneath a mountain of steel, plaster, and cement.

Superman floated over the area, attempting to use his X-ray vision to locate the Saiyan. A few moments passed, allowing time for all dust to settle. Superman waited, doubting this battle was over. This man had too much pride for his own good. He would fight to his own death before surrendering. He would have to be careful of that. He was right. Light expanded through all cracks in the make-shift grave. Energy exploded, lifting the entire collapsed building off the ground and incinerating it. In the center of the crater, the Saiyan stood, bent over and gasping for air.

Superman hovered above the Saiyan. "Give up," he said. Unlike the Saiyan, he did not like beating on people weaker than himself. He did not find a thrill in battle. He was the resident strong-man on Earth, but he always tried to find a better way than to fight. That was what made him different.

The Saiyan glared at him, his look attempting to be defiant, though the force behind it was minimal. He was tired and running out of energy. Soon he wouldn't have the energy remaining to stay transformed and if that happened, it would be game-over for him.

Darn it all, Caliwone thought. I've got nothing left, but I will die before I lose here. His energy flared one last time, the output not even a fifth of what it had once been.

The Saiyan flew up to match his height in the sky. He was battered, his blue outfit tattered. His left pant leg was all but gone leaving only a little sticking out of his white boot. His right pant leg was more or less intact with the place above his knee torn off. Only one yellow strap remained, connecting the back part of his armor to what was left of his chest plate and what remained of his stomach guard.

"You look tired," Kal-El said. "If you are not going to give up, what do you say we finish this on the ground?"

"Your call," Caliwone answered. He descended to the ground, landing a little hard. Superman followed, touching down lightly. Caliwone and Kal-El rushed forward at the same time, each punching with their left fists. The attacks connected with each other, ground shattering as the force hit it. Caliwone's wrist collapsed, giving in to Superman's might. Choosing another tactic, Caliwone ducked the follow up attack. After doing so, Caliwone sent a blow to Superman's jaw.

Superman pounded the ground with his left forearm as Caliwone side-stepped to his left then up, over, and flipped sideways over Superman's arm, kicking with all he had to Superman's face.

Caliwone landed on the ground, stumbling as Superman flew a surprising distance across the ground. That was it, he thought smiling slightly at his own helplessness. I'm spent. That was pretty much all I had.

He coughed, his breathing becoming raspy. He fell to one knee, holding his ribs. He stood up quickly as he realized he had fallen.

"Give up."

Caliwone froze. Was that memory or real? He turned. Superman stood directly behind him, arms folded across his immense chest. For the second time in his life, Caliwone felt true fear. A bead of sweat fell to the ground, splashing as it hit the ground.

He saw Kal-El move. His blow landed him inside another building. Caliwone cried out in pain as he lay on the floor. The cry was not so much due to physical pain, but loss of pride and will.

Superman stood before the Saiyan, the cry of loss painful to even his ears. Despite what this man had done, he felt sorry for him. His pride was forcing his body to continue fighting. His will was not allowing him to give up. Even as he watched, Caliwone forced himself to his feet, leaning against the wall to support himself.

"It's over," Superman said. He stepped closer to the warrior's back.

"Don't tell me how this ends," Caliwone spat. He turned slowly, lifting his right hand to point directly at Kal-El's face. The energy blast that fired from him wouldn't have singed the whiskers off of a cat, but Superman's reflexes sent Caliwone crashing into the wall on the far end of the building.

He crashed into it, his back embedded in the wall, his arms spread wide. The impact caused another gush of blood to flow from his mouth. Superman stepped forward. "You're done," he said, the note of finality unmistakable in his voice.

"Finish me, if you can," Caliwone goaded.

"No."

"Weakling."

"I don't kill if I can avoid it," said Superman. "I guess that's one thing that makes me different from you. I have dedicated my life to protect the people of this planet. The Justice League does what we can to protect everybody, even those not on our planet."

"Who gave you the right?" Caliwone spat. "Who are you to impose your judgment in other people's affairs?" He snorted. "You are nothing."

Superman looked steadily into the Saiyan's eyes. "Be grateful that I do. It is giving you the chance to live."

The Saiyan glared out of reflex. "When I get my strength back, I will destroy your pathetic Earth." He smiled weakly. "You will only be able to watch as I massacre these people you love so much, and I'll stare into your eyes as I ripe their throats out."

Superman ground his teeth together. He knew he was being provoked but the problem was, he was doing a good job. "I will never let that happen."

The Saiyan chuckled. "You won't have a chance. You are trash and a disgrace."

That hit a nerve. Superman punched Caliwone, sending him flying across the city. The Saiyan broke clear through two buildings, flying like a broken doll, and landed atop a small third building.

Unable to move, the proud Saiyan sat where he had fallen, leaning against the raised edge of the roof where he had slide, his back propped up against the ledge. With a crack, Caliwone's hair reverted to jet black, his muscles shrinking slightly as all the power he had left him. Superman landed on the roof in front of him. Sadness tugged at him. If only he had used his power for good. But it was too late. Even as the wind blew his cape about, a small League cargo ship lowered to the ground next to the building, depositing Green Lantern, Flash, and Captain Atom.

They joined Superman on the rooftop and looked in varying degrees of disgust and pity at the man sitting unconscious before them.

"Let's get him back to the Watch Tower," Green Lantern said. "J'onn's got that holding cell set up and has the okay to hold him there."

"Vermin," the Saiyan muttered under his breath, as Green Lantern's ring encompassed him in a cage-like glow. As a group, they entered the ship and headed off to space where the Watch Tower waited.

To be continued...

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