Chapter 14

I felt them. Still in my castle, I could feel them. I was bored yet I felt their presence.

"Are you ready to attack, son?" I heard Goku's voice ask, optimistic in his ideas, hopeful to succeed.

"I sure am, Dad." His son replied, his body blue and furry, different from his mom and dad, yet had the combined abilities of both of them.

Both of them walked out to face me, to face God. I admire the conscience of Cyrus' insolent, miniscule creations. They're hopeful, full of wishes and filled with the belief that a simple attack can solve problems.

I've been to the conventions where Gods convene. This stuff is normal. I took my seat at my throne, made of condensed chocolate syrup. Made of my own essence.

"Hey there, old chumps!" I said, standing up from my seat, clapping and snapping my hands and fingers in a rhythmic motion as I walked down the stairs as they walked towards me.

"Nesquik, buddy-" Sonic started, I held my hand up in retaliation.

"-Nope, zip it. The moment you Saiyans interfere on my plans and my dream and my future, you are no longer my friend." I watched as Sonic looked down. Goku put his hand in front of Sonic, pointing a thumb at his own chest.

"My name is Goku Hill-Son. I've destroyed an entire Galaxy to save the Milky Way. I've defeated 1,000s upon 1,000s of soldiers and people that have stood in my way. What makes you think you could defeat me with my very own son by my side?"

"Because I know the species condition. I know how you think- you have that fatherly mind. You know you would never let your own son get in harm's way. Yet you've seen how formidable he is. You've seen him kill a demon- my demon, my failure. You had rejected your own flesh and blood because of who he was and now you let him back into your life when you saw it most convenient. You're worse than a deadbeat dad coming back and asking for money. At least he would tell you that he's poor." I told Goku. Sonic looked at me, angry as I did hear their conversation. I knew what they were saying and I knew their plan. Feeble Humanoids, they will tell you out loud their ideas because in the written word they can't simply say "He thought."

"You're-You're wrong, Nesquik." Sonic said, trying to push Goku out of the way now.

"Please, refer to me as 'Lord,' 'Savior,' or any other term you can think of that could compare to my greatness."

"Fine, Nesquik." I snickered at Sonic's cockiness. How could I have allowed such an inherent weasel push himself into this story and act like he runs the show?

"If that's how you want it, then so be it." I held my hand up towards them, trying to control their actions. I suppose being in a mortal body had prevented me from obtaining my true strength, as Sonic and Goku turned into a deep yellow and flew at me.

Their punches were all they had, strength in numbers, yet weak in strength. Their punches were comparable to newborn Gods with their own newborn galaxy, trying to collide two meteoroids together to make their own "Boom Boom."

I simply flicked Sonic away. He flipped in the sky for a few feet before finding his footing again, flying at me and trying to do the same trick he did on Herobrine. His hand moving at a fast pace, I let him touch me. That same kinetic energy blasted him back.

"You need to realize that I'm not ready to go yet. I'm just now getting this party started." I told them. Yet they didn't listen. They refused to listen to my reasoning.

They kept trying their weak mortal punches on me, kicking and screaming. Goku screamed to a point where his hair got longer, and screamed more to the point his body had went back to normal- like the first time I saw him when daylight shined into Sonic's eyes, and he rushed at me.

The punches finally felt like something. What I hadn't felt before, I had now felt. I felt every hit as I stood there, taking the punches. I looked down and saw a bit of blood on my plump stomach. I gritted my teeth.

"Dad!" Sonic yelled, "Dad! What is that form?"

"This is a form beyond any form. This is a form I would like to call 'ultra-instinct.'" Goku said, pausing to smile at his son.

My time to strike. He was turned around smiling and giving a thumbs up to his kid.

"Maybe I'll teach you one-"

"-Dad!" Sonic yelled. A hole was ripped open in Goku's chest as a spear of condensed chocolate powder- something I had seen in one of the Earth movies from some shitty X-men film went through his heart.

He gasped, looking down as his power drained from him. It touched my heart to see him mouth "I love you" to his son before dying a weak, insolent demise. There was no more pain. There was no more sadness. There was no more fear of the future. There was no more Goku.

Sonic's super-saiyan powers quickly disappeared as he screamed for his father. I had floated back to my throne, taking a seat as I watched my jester dance over his dead colleague.

Sonic knelt besides Goku, weeping as he looked up at me.

"You're nothing more than a mere mortal. If you're God, my dad made you bleed. You are nothing, you are petty, and your mind is weak."

I grinned at Sonic's anger, I loved seeing a show.

"You show emotion, a real God wouldn't do that. He wouldn't want to hurt people like you have. If I was in your shoes I would try to- I would try to-" Sonic collapsed again, crying over his dad as the pain was overwhelming.

"Come on, hedgehog. Tell me what you would try to do with my powers that I've had for centuries."

"I would try to improve the planet."

I smiled at this, it's what I've heard in the past from other Gods, from other mortals. I got off of my throne- even though I was just getting comfortable.
"Sonic, you say that, but would you even do that?" I was thinking about how tired I was of these people, their dreams and their prayers, getting caught up in the bullshit that was their lies and their lives.

"Y-yes, I would."

"Would you want to live your day to day answering prayers of kids asking for some new toy? Would you, after centuries of witnessing war and carnage, just once come down and stop some random petty civil crisis in another country? You can sit and ask where your god is as you witness this Hell, but what you fail to realize is that your God is right here." I smiled at this statement, my arms opening wide as I was pleased with just how far I was going.

But, the truth is, I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of looking out and witnessing this hell and not doing anything about it. I know my power,but I refuse to use it. It could be time for me to pass the torch. It could be time for me to let this shit go.

"-But, maybe you're right. Maybe it's the right thing to interfere with every war occuring. Maybe I should've stopped the stock market crash. Maybe I should've crushed Pokemism in Vietnam as it started. But do you realize that it will always piss someone off? You can't please everyone."

"But if I could please a majority, the ends justify the means, right?"

"Fuck that, Sonic. Even your religion teaches that's not the way. The end justifies the end and the means justify the means. You need to learn cause and effect. It's clear I didn't notice that when I wiped out the entire population of this planet only to leave three- well, now one - saiyan alive. I should've turned this planet into a singular atom again and upon that build my kingdom. But you guys came around and fucked it up... Can't you tell that I'm tired? I'm done working on this planet. I'm done working for you, Sonic, working to please you."

"So, why can't I just kill you?"

I smiled, the exact words I wanted to hear.

"Please."