This is a Superman Fan fiction only.

Well, that could have gone better, I did manage to get the scientific, literary and ever artistic databases, not to mention the genetic archive into the escape pod. I know it is a one man ship, so small that the only things that fit are these archives, AI navigator and guide, and Kal-El.

I still didn't feel right putting him in that thing with only his diaper. I decided to take a blanket from the lab and wrapped him in that for warmth and comfort. The ship took off and I couldn't help but to actually feel sad, Faora actually gave me a hug and dried my tears with her handkerchief.

The sad moment did not last long, since the second me, Jor-El and Faora turned around we saw that my own forces run where we were standing and aimed their weapons at us. "General Zod you are under arrest for high treason against the High Council of Krypton, Chief Scientist Jor-El is to be taken into custody for fraud, treason, and attempting an overthrow of the Council."

Faora was taken in as my accomplice of all things. They placed us in chains and I looked at her, I could not apologize enough to her for this. I told her we were doing the very best for the survival of our species. She then said something that I was not expecting. "Since it seems we are no longer in the military, since you are no longer my General, and I am not under your command I will tell you something that I have not been able to tell you in years."

We were not exactly in the best position for me to look at her, we were seated right next to each other and the chains pretty much prevented us from moving that much. "I have been in love with you for years, never brought it up because it might seem like fraternization. So you don't need to apologize to me Dur, I would follow you to hell and back."

I stood at the Council and for some reason, Lara was quiet, a little too quiet. "Jor-El, a member of the House of El, you have been found guilty of high treason and other charges, your punishment shall be to remain in prison for the rest of your natural life."

They pulled us and we stood before the Council, several men apparently were also arrested simply because they tried to get enough arms and equipment to try and set me and Faora free. "You General Zod have been found guilty of high treason, attempting to overthrow our government, theft of our most valuable treasures, do you have anything to say? Will you tell us where are the archives that you stole?"

I could not help laughing. "You call me a traitor, that is the worst joke I have ever heard in my life. You are placing the man who gave you the chance to save this world, a perfect plan to keep Krypton from being destroyed by your foolish actions I might add, and you have the nerve to call me and my men traitors."

"I am no traitor, I am the same as I always have been, defender of the people, protector of this world, I know a crooked deal when I see one, I dealt with enough of your criminal friends to learn that much. You promised my friend Lara that her husband would not be killed if she kept quiet about your dirty little secret."

Lara turned away from me, I had nothing against her, she just had her only son sent into space by me and her husband, it is only natural that she would try to keep Jor-El alive.

I smiled at her and tried to show her I held no negative feelings towards her. "You want the treasures of Krypton, well sorry to tell you, you will never hear from me or any of my soldiers were those treasures are. They are safer there than with a bunch of self-serving idiots like you."

They apparently were expecting me to give them what they wanted, they even think that I would beg for my life, it was so easy to read their intentions from the way they moved, guess dealing with all those crooks was sort of beneficial after all.

"General Zod, you and your men have been sentenced to be sent to the Phantom Zone, there to remain till you tell us where we can find what we seek, and maybe one day find redemption to your crimes."

I felt the cold substance creeping up my leg. I looked at Lara and decided that since my time was limited I would try to make her feel better. "This planet is dead, but its future is alive and well, don't cry for me Lara, I will find him. You don't need to worry about him, it may take time but I will find him."

In no time at all, I was encased in the cold liquid and I could not see anymore, what can I possibly say about my situation except hello darkness my old friend. Time was not spent idle, I may be frozen and sent to space, but it was not wasted, I began thinking of ways that I could find my godson.

The best plan so far is for the five of us to find an old colony, repair the terraformer on that colony and make it into a functional spaceship. We also needed to find a suitable planet that we can terraform into the new Krypton. For all, I know my entire division was placed like we were, and with the added manpower I guess it's not that crazy to an idea.

The strange thing was that the trajectory sent us away from the red sun of Krypton to a more yellow color sun, and for some strange reason I began to feel stronger, healthier somehow, that is when I remembered the information I still remembered from my previous life. 'That is right, the radiation of a yellow sun makes us stronger. I guess me and the others were pretty much bathed in the light of this yellow sun.'

I don't know how long we spent encased in that strange liquid prison, all I know that the second that the liquid absorbed too much yellow solar radiation it began to melt, and in a matter of months we were free, I looked at the others and realized that indeed they sent me my most loyal battalion.

I couldn't help but feel sad at the thought that our freedom means that our world is no more. No time for me to dwell in my feelings, we needed to get to work, or when I find my godson, we might not be ready to welcome him to our new home, the new Krypton.

The journey to find a working terraformer was arduous, we had to get through many tough situations but finally we managed to get our hands on one, we began repairing the systems and in some ways it was rather convenient our new strength, our sharper senses, and other abilities, but in the other way it was harder to do delicate work.

It took five years to make all the necessary modifications and three more to get the Terraformer to travel in space. The scanners were short range, and we found several possible new places for our new world, except that I was still very much a defender of the innocent, even if I was not in Krypton it seems.

I could not bring myself to kill an entire sentient race for the convenience of mine. I imagine my godson would not want to settle on a planet that was built on the corpses of another race. If he is anything like Lara that is exactly how he is going to think.

I fought many alien races, but only because they attacked us first. The many battles made it necessary for us to wear armor all the time, we never know when another alien race might be considered our modified terraformer worth enough to attack and claim for themselves. We made certain to travel in solar systems that had a yellow sun, they seem to also have an age retardant effect to a certain degree.

In the years that we traveled we fought against countless pirate races and we actually establish friendly relations with at least a dozen races that had been tormented by the formerly mentioned pirates.

That became our daily routine it seems, get attacked by a group of greedy, malicious space pirates, we repel their attacks and end up killing them, we are contacted by a race we never even met and they offer friendship as a form of gratitude for us liberating them, this over and over again.

In the small quadrant of space we traveled it got so bad that my much-feared reputation that I had on Krypton spread through the regions of space we traveled, the other negative thing is that Faora seemed to be getting madder and madder with the pirates, I guess their constant attacks have indeed limited the amount of time we can spend together.

Nothing like a group of space pirates attacking to kill the possibility of us enjoying a little romantic moment. One time she blew up three space ships with her heat vision alone when she learned that I could not take her to a date for our anniversary.

She screamed and took off in the direction of three pirate ships, and with her heat vision she cut them to pieces, I am not kidding, she literally cut the three ships to ribbons and the other pirates that were going to attack us took off in sheer fright.

After much work and with the help of our new allies, we actually found the perfect planet to terraform, the planet as far as we could tell had at one point a massive civilization, but their complete disregard for the environment turned their world into a poisoned atmosphere. Our terraformer was perfect for the job.

It would take time for the large machine to take care of the things that had to be done, the place was so utterly polluted that it would take no less than a solid month of continues operation to actually make the planet livable again.

In that month we continued to help our allies and I worked towards making stronger economic ties between us and our allies. The pirate ship had quite a bit of salvage we could use, and even though they may be considered savages their technology was useful if only as building materials.

It was when the planet had become viable that we realized that we would need the Archives I placed inside Kal-El's ship. The terraformer also had the capacity to build us a small working city, but the ship's computer would need the massive information that these Archives contained.

"We will have to take off, it appears that the treasure I placed in my godson's ship will be needed for us to finish the initial stages of building the new Krypton. Thanks to our allies, we might be able to find the planet my godson was headed. We also managed to build a small ship. If we show up in the terraformer the indigenous people of that world will mistake it for a warship."

Faora didn't look happy when I told her that we would use the new ship that our allies managed to build with us. "General if you grant me permission to speak freely." I could only think of nodding my head, "General that ship is too small to fit that many people, to be blunt, it has space for two people at best."

I began scratching my chin and looking at her, "Well it could be a perfect time for us to spend some private time, and I could finally see how much my godson has grown. I know you used to go over to his home to see him."

Faora smiled and hugged me when she heard me say that. The rest of our troops should really feel happy, she has been in a rather foul mood for quite some time, it made life on the terraformer less than comfortable to many of our numbers.

She was not complaining as much when we took off, and the trans drive was working rather well. I set the coordinates that most likely took us to the place my godson landed. Gods help the morons that adopted my godson if he was abused.

I swear to all the Kryptonian Gods that if they abused him I am liable to take him back with me and destroy the entire wretched planet if that happens. Faora called me an overprotective godfather, and I told her he was the only family I had left, so of course, I would be overprotective.

As we made it to the planet I could not stop shaking my head at the place. Did they really need that many satellites? Krypton handled all planetary communications with four. The level of technology on this planet made the pirates we deal with look advance that is how bad the situation looked to me.

I looked for the largest centers of trade, and decided to use an auto translation device, it took forever to download their languages into the device, so they don't only litter the orbit of their planet with things I rather called garbage than satellites, and their information transfer speed makes me think actual reading would be faster.

"Faora you told me I was an overprotective godfather, but to tell you the truth I cringe at the thought of how my godson was raised in this primitive world." As we landed we immediately got surrounded by their military, I could easily kill all of them but that was not the purpose for what we came.

"I am General Zod, I am looking for a relative of mine, maybe you can help me find him." A man with a few metal stars on his jacket came to me, must be decorations I first thought.

"Mr. Zod, I would first need to know what your intentions are on my planet and my country." Why do I have to repeat myself with these savages? I told them I was looking for my relative and tried asking in a polite and friendly manner.

"How dare you insult General Zod!" Oh, boy Faora is about to blast the rude savage I better step in and stop her or else finding Kal-El is going to be that much more difficult. I stepped between them and deflected a beam of her heat vision away from the people.

"You have to forgive her, it was quite a long trip and your attitude is not making the situation any easier. Like I said I am looking for my relative, my last living relative, and my name is not Mr. Zod, I am an officer of the military of my planet, well what used to be my planet, My name is Dur-Zod, and my rank was General. So it's General Zod."

The man looked at my armor and began to nod his head, "Sorry I didn't realize, I understand your displeasure of being address without the rank you no doubt earned, I myself am a General as well, of the United States Army actually. Do you have any information that may help us aid you in finding your relative?"

It seems we actually found some common ground, "My godson is named Kal-El, could you please do something about the flashes of lights, they are quite irritating. My godson should not be that hard to find actually, I don't imagine there are that many people that can fly on their own."

As I said I flew off the ground and Faora did the same, they all gasped as we did that and landed. "He would have the same ability to emit a heat vision like Faora here try to do a second ago, and he should be strong enough to lift that vehicle over there with little effort.

A young woman pushed through the crowds and came to stand near the man I was talking with. "I am Louis Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet, I actually have written quite a few stories about a man that fits your description, however, we call him Superman. If you truly wish to find him and agree to an interview, I think we can help you get in touch with your godson rather quickly."

Excellent, a female of this species that actually had a backbone. Faora looked at her with such utter jealousy it was almost funny. "Ms. Lane I agree to the conditions, I shall answer your questions if it will help finding my godson. I have not seen him since he was a baby, so you can probably tell I am quite concerned with his well being."

I walked to the vehicle they call an automobile, honestly, I could run faster than this thing, but no need to cause a scene, if this is how they received me, I dread to think how they received my godson.