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Chapter 61: Iceberg V

April 7th

Age 763 (2013), West City, Capsule Corp

Superman's body sprung into action before the Kryptonian even realized what he was doing. By the time Piccolo had turned to see what Clark was pointing at, the man of steel was already there behind him, deflecting a large rocket. Superman smacked the green projectile high into the air and out of view. It exploded safely out of harm's way above a trio of cumulus clouds. The fiery explosion that followed drew the attention of now concerned onlookers at the Capsule Corporation.

"Auntie Bulma, I think something's wrong," Gohan said as he looked up and saw Superman swat another rocket. The new projectile flew off into the distance as well, disappearing behind a veil of clouds, but ten more missiles quickly took its place. Superman managed to parry them all, but some of their trajectories didn't go as planned. Four of the rockets deviated off course and were headed straight for Bulma and her Namekian guests.

Gohan leaped into action and fired a rapid succession of Ki blasts. The purple beams of energy vaporized the projectiles midway to the ground. Moori and the rest of the Namekians were on high alert now and jumped out of their lawn chairs.

"Are we under attack, Gohan?" Grand Elder Moori asked as he rushed to Gohan's aide. He stood beside the Demi-Saiyan in front of Bulma's lawn chair.

"I don't know," Gohan said nervously. "But it looks that way. I think you guys should go back to the house. Take Auntie Bulma along with you."

"And what about you? We can't leave you out here by yourself," A Namekian named Tsuburi said. He was a tall slim Namekian who appeared to be the same age as Grand Elder Moori. He was in the middle of unraveling his towering white turban when Gohan gestured for him to stop.

"Mister Piccolo, Superman, and I can handle it. Just keep Auntie Bulma safe and get her into the house." Gohan took off into the sky before his godmother could pitch a rebuttal. He looked back as he flew and saw her yelling at him to be safe.

The barrage of rockets ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Their enemy had either run out of ammunition or had realized that their tactics were futile. Whatever the reason, Superman and Piccolo wasted no time charging head-on at the incoming helicopter. A woman vaulted from one of the doors to meet them. Her appearance was unsightly, ghoulish, and downright frightening. She looked like an apparition that had escaped from the underworld.

Her hair was white as winter snow, and it drooped in a tangled mess far beyond her shoulders. Portions of her body, like her shoulders and thighs, were black as the night sky, while others, like her legs and torso, were pale porcelain. Her eyes appeared to be a domino mask, and there was a Scouter over her left eye. Her face was so gaunt that her cheeks sank into her face.

Superman recognized who she was in an instant. "Silver Banshee," He managed to mutter before the woman unleashed hell on his eardrums. A hypersonic scream ripped from her lungs. Piccolo and Superman were caught in the scream's wavelength and stopped dead in their tracks as the piercing cry hit them. Piccolo's eardrums ruptured on the spot, bleeding profusely, and the Namekian tumbled out of the sky.

His pupil eventually caught him. Gohan snatched him out of the air before he got too close to the ground. The Demi-Saiyan wrapped his arms around his sensei and lugged him away from the confrontation. Piccolo's eardrums would regenerate in a matter of seconds, but Superman wasn't so fortunate. All the Kryptonian could do was clutch his ears as Silver Banshee's wail got louder and louder.

The villainess obstructed his path to the helicopter, which allowed the aircraft to safely land in Bulma's backyard. Siobhan McDougal's nails were dug into Superman's skin as she screamed in his face. His vision was getting blurry, and he knew he had to act fast; Silver Banshee's scream had put him in a coma once before. The man of steel summoned all of his remaining strength and rammed into Silver Banshee.

A thunderclap shook the sky when he hit her, and the duo nosedived from their plateau in the air. Trees, plants, and dirt were upturned as they impacted the ground, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake before they finally slid to a stop. Silver Banshee's scream never ceased, but her grip loosened enough to allow Superman to wiggle free. He backed up and used his heat vision to submerge Silver Banshee in the crater they had created.

But Siobhan McDougal didn't go quietly; she roared angrily. Superman's teeth rattled, and he felt his head splitting at its seams, but he pressed on. His heat vision pushed Silver Banshee deeper and deeper into the ground. By the time he finally stopped, Silver Banshee's body was no longer visible, and layers of dirt were piled over her, though he could still feel the faintest echoes of her scream. Superman took a deep breath and exhaled a frosty stream of air which quickly coalesced into thick sheets of gleaming ice.

The sun or Silver Banshee would eventually melt the ice, but for now, it would serve as a barrier to keep the villainess occupied. He turned his attention back to the helicopter and dashed over to Bulma's heliport, where it had landed. The massive Boeing CH-47 Chinook was larger than anything in Bulma's fleet and stood out like a sore thumb. Superman carefully inspected the aircraft, using his super-speed to rummage through every inch of the helicopter. No one was home.

Whoever Silver Banshee's accomplices were, they had wisely fled the scene, but they hadn't gotten too far. A couple dozen yards away, Gohan was fighting a man with a boomerang.

"A little help would be nice!" He shrieked in a thick Australian accent. Gohan kneed his jaw as soon as the words departed his lips, and the auburn-haired man was sent stumbling back. For such a small child, the runt certainly packed a punch. Captain Boomerang nearly tripped over his feet but caught himself before he completely titled over. He was dazed and confused, and the sun up above seemed to have grown a twin.

He was seeing double. He tried to shake it off, but Gohan didn't grant him a reprieve; the Demi-Saiyan was on him in a heartbeat. At best, all Captain Boomerang could do was desperately try to ward off the half-breed. He furiously swung the glowing boomerang in his right hand, aiming slices at Gohan's abdomen, but the child effortlessly evaded every blow. The rhythm and pace of Captain Boomerang's attacks increased, and when that failed to land a strike, he dug into the pocket of his navy blue trenchcoat and pulled out another boomerang.

He tossed it at the Demi-Saiyan, and Gohan rolled out of the way, as expected. Gohan flashed Captain Boomerang a cocky grin and charged at him, aiming a punch at his stomach. But unbeknownst to the half-breed, the weapon that Captain Boomerang had thrown had done a 180 in midair and was now flying towards him. Gohan's fist landed in Captain Boomerang's gut, snapping at least one rib but at the expense of an explosion from behind. Gohan's punch and the boomerang struck simultaneously, sending Captain Boomerang and the Demi-Saiyan flying.

George Harkness landed with a thud against a palm tree that promptly collapsed. It keeled over with a loud bang. Captain Boomerang looked over and saw that Gohan had skidded to a halt a few feet away from him. Steam was smoking from the back of Gohan's now torn gi, but aside from that, the boy was unharmed. The Demi-Saiyan rose to his feet, and a pair of enraged eyes settled on the Australian mercenary.

Captain Boomerang's breath was ragged, his body was numb, and he could barely move. The villain played the only card he had left; he called for help.

"Now would be the perfect time to pay me back for that favor, Killer Frost!"

Gohan was perturbed. He couldn't feel any nearby Ki presences, even from the enemies Piccolo was engaged with, so who was this strange man in a trench coat and black boots referring to? The Demi-Saiyan received his answer in the form of an ice block that slammed into his head. He staggered slightly, but Gohan managed to keep his footing. When he flipped around, a woman with skin as pale and blue as a glacier was firing a flurry of icicles at him.

Each one was larger than the last, and it would've been too taxing to try and dodge them all. Instead, Gohan opted to summon his aura. With a guttural growl, a white aura sizzled to life around him. It danced into the sky and shone brighter than any object on the battlefield. Killer Frost was left gawking when her projectiles melted into harmless droplets of water against Gohan's aegis. But she was undeterred and hardened the liquid into ice once more.

She swayed her hands up and down like a conductor, and the ice followed her movements. She molded the ice into vines and encircled them around Gohan. The Demi-Saiyan's aura cut through the first strip of vines like a hot knife through butter. But as Gohan's aura progressed through the layers of ice vines, it got weaker and weaker until it eventually dimmed from existence. Freezing cold gnawed at Gohan's bones, and a chill went down his spine.

He huffed long cold puffs of air. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. The hue of his skin was fading from tan olive to ghostly white. The tips of his fingers were numb, and in seconds both of his hands would be immobile. The Demi-Saiyan glanced at the sun and made a break for the sky. He was no Kryptonian, but any form of heat would be welcome right now.

He zipped towards the heavens and shivered immensely once he was there. The sun was doing its part, but not quick enough. Down below, Killer Frost had run to the aid of her teammate and was currently scooping him up.

"We're even now," She said to the grinning man in her arms. He was surprisingly heavier than he looked.

"I think you just wanted an excuse to get close to me," Captain Boomerang winked at her, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"How badly injured are you?" She took one look at him and frowned. His sapphire shirt was ripped, and his legs dangled limply in her grasp. Gohan had put him through the wringer.

"I'm pretty sure I broke some ribs, and my arms feel like crap, but other than that, I'm peachy, mate," Captain Boomerang said sardonically. That was only half of the pain he was in, but he didn't care to bore Killer Frost with the rest of the grim details.

"Well, you'd better suck it up, fast." Killer Frost said with urgency. She glanced up ahead as she scuttled across Bulma's yard and saw the teammate she had left behind. A battle was raging by the pond, and El Diablo was on its losing end. "I can't afford to babysit you all – "

Her sentence was left unfinished. An orange Ki blast soared towards her, forcing her to swerve out of its path. It narrowly missed and vaporized some nearby shrubbery. Killer Frost and Captain Boomerang rolled to a stop and shared a worried look. By the time they looked up again, Piccolo was hovering in front of them; arms crossed over his chest.

"Who are you? What do you want? Why are you wearing Scouters? And why can't I sense your Ki?" Behind the Namekian, El Diablo was taking a forceful dip in the pond. There was a red haze underneath the smoking azure water, and it was beginning to bubble.

"We're just some poor travelers who happened to get lost. If you let us pass, we'll happily be on our way," Captain Boomerang chuckled awkwardly, but Piccolo's face remained set in stone. The Namekian stretched out his left hand and opened his palm.

"You have five seconds to start talking," He said hostilely as Ki began accumulating in his fingertips. The Scouters on Killer Frost and Captain Boomerang's faces began beeping incessantly while the numbers on the screen increased with no end in sight.

"500,000, 700,000, 800,000," Killer Frost whispered with bulging eyes as the numbers rose higher and higher. Before it reached one million, she erected a shield of ice around her and Captain Boomerang. It did little to protect them. Piccolo's blast tore through the ice like a razor through paper. Incalculable shards of ice splattered everywhere, sprinkling the ground and everything in the near vicinity. The pair of villains' only saving grace was Superman, who stepped in just at the knick of time and pushed them out of the way.

The Ki blast thumped the Kryptonian in his chest and fizzled from the world.

"Were you trying to kill them, Piccolo?" Superman asked incredulously. He hovered a few inches off the ground, and his scowl was as deep as Piccolo's disgust.

"Why did you interfere? They attacked us first and without cause. I'm well within my rights to defend myself," Superman was a choir boy through and through, and his self-righteousness was as rank as any foul odor.

"We...I don't kill," Superman corrected himself. "You obviously don't agree with me on that subject, but at the very least, we could've gained some intel on our enemies."

"We still can once they get out of the pond," Piccolo gave Superman his back and turned his attention to the pond that the man of steel had pushed their enemies into. The bubbling caused by the heavily tattooed man had stopped, but neither he nor his comrades had resurfaced yet.

"Who are these guys?" Gohan asked as he descended from the sky. He flew towards his sensei and took his place beside Piccolo."They're wearing Scouters, and I can't sense their Ki."

"You noticed too, huh?" Piccolo added with a frown. "Something extremely odd is going on here."

"I know who they are." Superman's words were met with sharp looks from Gohan and Piccolo. The latter urged him to continue speaking, and he did. "They're all criminals and villains. I thought they'd been jailed, but it looks like I was wrong."

"What are their names?" Gohan asked as he floated over to the man of steel.

"The ones I rescued are named Killer Frost and Captain Boomerang. The one that initially attacked us," Clark looked towards Piccolo. "Is named Silver Banshee. She's the most dangerous one of them all. The other person you fought, Piccolo, remains a mystery to me." Superman placed a hand on his chin and stroked it. He would have to ask Bruce for details about the tattooed man.

"What's our next move? I can't sense their Ki, so I don't know what they're doing," Gohan said sullenly. This had never happened before.

"We need to apprehend them first before we take them to the proper authorities. I can hear their hearts beating, their pulses, and their breaths. They're alive and conscious, so there's no doubt in my mind that they'll - " Superman suddenly froze, and a blank expression washed over his face.

"What is it, Superman," Piccolo asked. Gohan was prodding the Kryptonian, trying to shake him from his stupor but to no avail.

"She's breaking free!" He finally said as he shook his head. He glanced at Piccolo and Gohan before he abruptly darted off in the opposite direction. The student and master gave him chase.

"Who broke free? What's going on?" Gohan asked while trying to keep pace, but Superman didn't respond. He followed the Kryptonian to a bulky ice shelf that didn't look very stable, and unfortunately, Gohan's eyes were proven true. An enormous fissure formed, splitting the ice from end to end. A cobweb of smaller cracks followed, and before long, the ice broke apart in a million different directions.

The trio of heroes jumped into the air and narrowly avoided the collapse. But instead of falling inward, the fragments of ice bolted upwards towards the heroes, propelled by something, or rather, someone. Silver Banshee's scream sundered the silence that had fallen. A combination of heat vision and Ki beams dissolved the ice projectiles, but another attack quickly took their place. Silver Banshee's cry consumed their ears.

Gohan was the first to fall, and the Demi-Saiyan flopped to the ground, landing with a crash that left his imprint in the grass. Superman and Piccolo's ears were still ringing when Silver Banshee zipped into the air and punched them. Her arms shot out like canons and blasted the pair of aliens in the face. The air around them shuddered as her fists made contact. Superman's head snapped back, and seconds later, he was in freefall until he slammed into the Earth.

Piccolo's head was nearly taken off. The Namekian soared through the air, propelled by his momentum. He was nearly out of view when he extended an arm and used it to latch onto Silver Banshee. His fingers clamped down on her frigid clammy skin. With a mighty heave, he pulled the villainess towards him against her will. She struggled against his firm grip, screaming at the top of her lungs as she was tugged closer and closer, but a stream of Ki blasts minimalized the effects of her wail.

The Ki blasts took the brunt of the damage and exploded against the shrill sound waves. By the time Silver Banshee's cry reached Piccolo's ears, it was barely above a whisper, and by now, Gohan and Superman had recovered. Wobbly legs rose as they climbed out of their individual holes in the ground. They dusted themselves off and looked up in time to see Piccolo headbutt Silver Banshee. Gohan winced from the sickening cracking noise.

Someone's skull had surely gotten split open, but the Demi-Saiyan didn't have time to dwell on it; Silver Banshee's comrades were on the move again. A man with more tattoos than body hair aimed a torrent of fire at Gohan. El Diablo was still dripping wet from the pool, but the water had no effect on his body's ability to produce fire. Scorching flames enveloped Gohan's entire being, but the Demi-Saiyan stood stall.

His aura sparked to life and wrapped around him, shielding him from the blazing inferno. The flames eventually withered away, and when they did, Gohan's attacker gave him a rueful look. He wore a white tank top, blue jeans, and a pair of weather-worn sneakers. His head was completely bald, save for the multitude of tattoos on it that stretched down to his face. His eyes were full of regret, and he mouthed an inaudible apology to Gohan before bombarding the Demi-Saiyan once more.

Superman rushed in to help, but Killer Frost froze his legs before the Kryptonian could be of any assistance. Gohan handled things on his own, gathering Ki for a Kamehameha before El Diablo's flames even left his hands. The Kamehameha erupted from Gohan's tiny palms and banged into El Diablo's flames. They met each other midway, and, to El Diablo's shock and disbelief, his flames were extinguished by Gohan's blue beam of energy.

Gohan immediately sprung into action and launched himself at the awestruck villain. His right hand struck El Diablo's jaw and catapulted Chato Santana into the air. Killer Frost tried to intervene and create an ice slide for him to land in, but Superman blitzed her before the structure was stabilized. He momentarily disappeared from view, and when he reappeared, Caitlin Snow was in his hold with her hands tied behind her back.

"Yield," Superman demanded as he squeezed her hands. They were colder than any of the structures that surrounded the Fortress of Solitude.

"Now, why would I do that?" The villainess replied smugly.

"You're beaten, and you won't escape my grasp."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, I think Captain Boomerang has something to say about that."

Superman's eyes enlarged as he heard the sound of something whizzing rapidly through the air. He turned in the direction of the noise and when he did, a boomerang detonated in his face. It disheveled his hair and nothing more, but his brief lapse of concentration allowed Killer Frost to break free. Ice trickled up Superman's veins, and he could literally feel his blood freezing. Killer Frost lunged at him once she turned around and placed her bitterly cold hands on his face.

Whatever heat Superman's body contained became hers in an instant. The expression on her face was euphoric as she squealed with glee, giggling like a school girl as she sapped more and more heat from the man of steel. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It was overwhelming, immense, and absolutely delicious. Superman was a walking solar battery; he radiated heat. With his level of energy, she wouldn't have to feed again for weeks.

Superman's skin peeled and withered away. The Kryptonian's mouth dried like a raisin in the sun. Multiple sets of wrinkles appeared on his unblemished skin, and his bones became visible, protruding out of his body. He was as frail as a skeleton and felt even weaker than one. Gohan immediately sensed something was wrong. Superman's Ki had dropped drastically in a matter of seconds.

The Demi-Saiyan gave El Diablo one final punch, sending him soaring into the troposphere, and rushed to Superman's aid. Gohan's heart dropped when he laid eyes on the man of steel. Killer Frost stood over his crumpled and deforming body, extracting whatever bits of heat the Kryptonian had left. She was slowly but surely killing him.

Gohan snapped.

The half-breed yelled at the top of his lungs, drawing her attention as he approached. It was an unwise and foolish tactic, but Gohan wanted her to see what was coming. He tackled her, hitting her like a freight train as he swooped her into his arms. Gohan prayed Superman would be alright and blasted off the ground, ascending into the sky. His goal was to take Killer Frost deep into the Earth's atmosphere until she lost consciousness, but her heat draining thwarted that idea.

"You really didn't think this through, did you?" She mocked as she wrapped both arms around Gohan. "Your mom and dad are two of the world's greatest heroes, but you're still just a kid…a dumb one."

Gohan's body went stiff as a familiar sensation wracked his body. He cursed under his breath and mentally berated himself for his stupidity. Killer Frost was a solar-energy vampire, and he had basically gift-wrapped himself to her. They were in a closed space, and his options now were few and fleeting, but there was one thing he could do. Thank you, Dad, for teaching me this.

"Solar Flare!"

Gohan's shout reverberated across the heavens. A blinding white light irradiated the sky. Anyone who was present on the ground craned their heads and looked towards it cautiously. Killer Frost's pupils burned, and no amount of eye rubs healed her affliction. She could feel nothing and saw nothing but pain. Even with her eyelids closed, the conflagrant light lingered and haunted her.

She plummeted from the sky. Her grip on Gohan had slackened the instant the searing light had swallowed her vision, and the Demi-Saiyan had escaped. There was no telling where he was now. The wind whipped by Killer Frost as she drifted closer and closer to the ground, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body could handle the fall, but not without a few bumps and bruises.

Captain Boomerang scampered out of the way as she splattered the ground. She had hardened her entire body to ice to lessen the impact. She would re-form in seconds, but that didn't stop Captain Boomerang from sorting through the pieces of her body.

"I need you to get it together, luv; that brat is still on the prowl," Captain Boomerang said as he clutched various shards of ice. He had a bundle in his right and left hand. They slipped out of his grip and scattered everywhere as Gohan rammed into his back.

Captain Boomerang's body skipped across the ground before he landed face-first in a thorny bush. His yelp was loud enough to hear from across the yard but was quickly drowned out by the Ki formulating in Gohan's hands. It sounded like a thousand birds chirping simultaneously. Killer Frost's eyes widened, and her rematerialized hands created a shield around her body.

It was thin and feeble, but it was the best she could do on such short notice. The Demi-Saiyan standing over her showed no mercy and unleashed the attack while shouting at the top of his lungs. The Ki beam engulfed Killer Frost and at least one-third of the surrounding area. The villainess and her defense were blown away. The last thing Killer Frost saw was acidic red energy eating away at her body before her Scouter cracked and exploded.

Gohan's Ki seemed to be without end. The Demi-Saiyan summoned more and more Ki from the depths of his being. He wanted to bring this battle to a close, and he did. When Gohan's Ki finally waned, not a single particle of Killer Frost's body remained. Maybe there were small droplets of her liquid in the air or on the ground, but they weren't visible to Gohan's eyes. All the half-breed could see was the gigantic trench his Ki blast had created.

One foe was down for the count now, but there were still several more to go. Piccolo's bout with Silver Banshee was going well, but the ghoulish woman was hard to vanquish. She had an assortment of abilities that kept Piccolo on his toes. Her scream was bad enough, but her magic was arguably even more potent. She had conjured up a storm so horrid it had blackened the sky and sent aurulent bolts of lightning crashing into the Earth.

Gohan's concern was now centered on the man of steel. Superman was in no condition to handle this weather, but fortunately, when Gohan raced to his location, Kal-El was on his feet fighting El Diablo. Superman had recovered, recuperated, and looked almost completely healed. El Diablo's flames were a sharp contradiction to the ice Killer Frost had produced. Superman thanked Rao for his invulnerable skin as flames tickled his chest and face.

Captain Boomerang had long since pulled himself free from the thorn bush. He still itched mightly, and there were wounds and sores all over his body underneath his clothes. His face stung the most; that was where most of the bleeding stemmed from. He surveyed the landscape with a grimace. Killer Frost was nowhere to be found, El Diablo was about to get tagged team, and Silver Banshee was pulling out every gimmick she had.

George Harkness knew when to tuck his tail and run, and this situation was about to reach that point. If it weren't for that damnable bomb in his head, he would've already split town. There was a second group of Task Force X. Where the hell were they? Captain Boomerang tapped his Scouter and demanded answers.

"Waller, shit's going south, and we could use some damn help. Where the hell is Vegeta's squad?" He asked angrily and received nothing but static on the other end. Little did he know, Alpha Squad was nearby. A white van was pulling up to the gate of the Capsule Corporation.

A big thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 60!

A/N: When I first started writing this story in 2014, not a single story in the DBZ/JL crossover section even had a thousand reviews. A LOT has changed since then. I never expected this story to hit one thousand reviews, and now I'm at 2k+ reviews. I am sincerely thankful for every single person who has read and reviewed this story over the years; none of this would've been possible without y'all. Oh, and I reached 1k+ follows and favorites, too, and additional thanks are due for that.

Q/A:

Ppsspp: What you're hoping for would defeat the purpose of this story, and you'll be sorely disappointed.

StormWolf150: SSJ4 will probably happen down the line.

S3rp3nte: Yes, when Majin Buu hatches, he won't initially be as strong as Buu can still be a major threat without any power boosts. Once he starts absorbing people, he can easily surpass Cell's power.

guardianx15: Some of these questions are spoilers, so I'll refrain from answering them. But Goku will leave Yardrat with some new skills.

Dontus -not Donut- Powerus: Those are interesting ideas. I didn't want to go beyond SSG because I feel like those additional levels are too OP. DC does have several OP characters like Superboy Prime, but it would be difficult for the rest of the cast to keep up after a certain point.

scl04: Some of the Justice League have met the Namekians. Dr. Veritas could be Superman's pairing, but nothing is set in stone.

Guest: It could have some significance down the line; who knows.

derpmaster9000: Thanks for mentioning those mistakes; I'll go back and edit the chapter. Who knows, the Vegeta/Harley thing could lead to something later on.

Anonymous Mastermind: This seems to be a pretty popular idea from my reviewers, so who knows.

CRUDEN: Trunks will still be Bulma's son, but other stuff can happen.

KuroArashi94: The Vegeta and Harley's fling was intended to be a one-time thing, but it could have ramifications. I haven't really haven't thought much about it. SSJ4 will probably pop up at some point in this story, but way down the line.

NirvanaFrk97: To settle all the confusion once and for all, Gohan, Goku, and Vegeta currently do not have their tails. Their tails can possibly grow back, but for now, they don't have one. Any confusion regarding their tails is due to me being forgetful.

Vault Hunter: Vegeta and Harley's hookup was fan service, but it's in line with her character. In (2011) Suicide Squad #3, she walks in on Deadshot in the bathroom, kisses him, and randomly has sex with him.I just swapped him with Vegeta in this story. I disagree with you about Piccolo. Just because he has a particular fighting style, that doesn't preclude him from being able to train someone in hand-to-hand combat. Superman will train with other characters once the full cast returns, but for now, Piccolo is best suited to train him.

Martiz S.G: That's an excellent observation. Due to that technology, Lex will be aware of a lot of classified information.

Historiasrandom: The Daxamites exist in this story; I just haven't mentioned them thus far. A chapter will explore the reactions to Frieza's defeat before he arrives on Earth.

ChronoDX: Broly will appear in this story later on, and he'll be an amalgamation.

Non: Yes, there are variants of Goku in the Multiverse. The Multiverse will be explored after the Cell saga.