Goku shot up with a gasp of air pressing himself upward shooting his hands to the ground while still sitting. He was extremely confused as his head turned left and right in an almost comedic matter for an observer. But there was no one around to laugh or point out how funny he looked.
All that Goku could see was great plains that seemed to go on for miles as he pushed himself up to get a better view over the wild tall grass. Goku then closed his eyes and began to try and remember what had happened. Last he remembered he was in perhaps one of the most exhilarating fights of his life with a fighter named Jiren. He was so strong that Goku bet Jiren could definitely beat up Beerus no problem. Of course he would never say that out loud.
Goku then opened his eyes and blinked twice as he does when he comes to a sudden realization.
"Oh Crap! The Tournament!" Goku screeched as he grabbed his head again in a comedic matter "I better get going and find a way back. Hopefully they will let me back in. I don't know how I got here!" Goku continued to talk to himself as he slowly levitated skywards.
Now where to go…. He then looked up at the Sky. Korin always told him that if he was ever lost, follow the direction that the sun is setting. That is where the tower should be. Hopefully Dende can contact Beerus or King Kai and they can help him out.
"That way!" Goku exclaimed. "I hope…" He then placed both fingers to his forehead and tried to lock onto Korin or Yajirobie energies. But he found it… difficult. Usually this takes under a second, but Goku was truly baffled as he spent 5 minutes trying to hone in on anything out there but couldn't find a single source of energy.
Maybe whatever happened during the fight knocked my Ki out of place Goku thought. Afterall, last time he was struggling with his powers, King Kai told him that his misuse of the Kaioken and Super Saiyan Blue made him develop Ki Syndrome. Ah man, King Kai is never gonna let me hear the end of it if this is the case.
Goku then opened his eyes and lowered his hand giving up. "Maybe if I fly that direction, I am bound to find something. Maybe even directions to Bulma's house or Gohan's. They can help me out."
Goku then became enveloped in Ki energy before taking off in the direction that he thought the Lookout would be. As he was flying he began to worry more and more that perhaps it was Ki Syndrome. Something definitely feels…. Different and not in a good way.
Goku thought as he blasted through the sky leaving a streak behind.
Fort Pinnacle, NYC, NY:
Fort Pinnacle was established mostly out of necessity. After Vought decided to HQ in NYC, the United States government had decided it best to add another fort in NY to monitor not only the tower but incoming and outgoing sups. Of course Vought knows of this fort as does most of the public even though they tried to keep it secret. That being said, they now work in close collaboration with Vought to ensure all Sups are identified to the government, especially ones capable of flight ever since terrorist sups are now a threat.
It is for this reason everyone in the room jumped as alarms began to blare indicating an unidentified flying object reaching high speeds approaching NYC.
The door to the command room which was filled with computers and projects burst open with a five star general entering. All those saluted as he walked over to a monitor flanked by security.
"What do we got Simmons?" General Jackson asked
"Looks like we are tracking an unidentified sup from the north heading south bound. Specifically originating from Ohio but on course with NYC. Already have communications contacting Vought as we have no scheduled flights of supes from city to city. But another possibility is that it's just them forgetting to report."
"Not the case sir." A computer tech engineer spoke up. He held a hand to his earpiece. "Getting word now, Vought is confirming that it is not one of theirs."
"A terrorist sup?" Simmons spoke up with a shaky voice. They all had it on the back of their minds, but he was the only one to say it.
"We don't know that. Where is the UFS now?" Jackson asked
Simmons then keyed in a few more commands before staring at the screen in disbelief while laying back in his chair. "No way."
Jackson then leaned over with one hand on Simmons' chair to look at the screen. "Contact Vought and notify them they have an unidentified sup with one of the 7. See if they can do anything about it!"
The general knew the chances were unlikely. He knew they were holding a funeral for Translucent and were probably too busy.
Sandusky, Ohio:
"Okay. That's enough. Time to go." The bar tender exclaimed as the TV in the background was blaring.
"Just get me another fucking lava flow, please-"
"I said it's time to go, or I call TMZ."
The Deep then gave the bartender a deep drunken glare, before pushing himself against the table to get off the bar stool and stumbling towards the exit.
He stepped outside to feel the cold cloudy breeze that was common weather in the shit city and began to look around as he noticed it was still midday. He then found a bench across the street and decided to take a seat to stop the spinning from drinking for three straight hours.
How the fuck can they cut me out of the Seven. I AM THE DEEP! Lord of the 7 sees. They need me. Who else are they gonna call when they have an issue deep in the ocean. Fuck them. Fuck Vought. Fuck that StarLight. Fuck everybody! They will come crawling back to me begging me to rejoin, they have to now that they lost another member. They have to. They have to. The deep repeated over and over again as he threw his head back on the bench feeling himself doze off. That was until he was disturbed by an annoyingly happy greeting.
"Hey!"
The Deep lifted his head with his eyes fluttering as he was slightly struggling to keep them open.
"What the fuck do you want?" The Deep responded with hostility. He didn't care if it was a fan, critic or the goddamn media, he was angry right now. "Can't you see I am trying to get some sleep here." noticing the man was wearing bright orange and blue colors that were kind of burning his eyes.
"Oh sorry! I was confused on why you were throwing your head around. But if you can quickly point out where I can find Capsule Corp or to someone that can help me find it I'll be on my way! It seems I must have landed somewhere farrr from where I am from. There are no hover cars or any Capsule Corp. doer magigs anywhere."
The Deep just stared at him in a drunken confused. "Hover what?"
"OOO that's a funny looking uniform you have on! Do you belong to a martial arts institute too? I am a fighter as well!"
FUNNY LOOKING? The Deep shot off the bench pushing himself up and stumbling a little bit.
"Hey look pal. I don't know if you are fucking stupid or you trying to get a reaction for one of those live streams or whatever, but you show me some fucking god damn respect. I am still a member of the Seven no matter what those retards on the Media say!"
The man in the orange gi was silent for a moment before simply tilting his head "What's a retard? Is that a food?"
Andddddd now I am gonna need Vought to cover up another "collateral death" . The Deep drunkenly pulled his fist as far back as he could before throwing it in the direction of the man. While he was no Homelander or A-train, his hits were still fast and deadly and could turn any regular human to mist. That being said, he found himself missing and spinning in a circle before having to regain balance.
He looked up in surprise at the person he was talking to to notice the man had not even moved a step. Did he dodge that? Even though I know when I am drunk I am slower but not slow enough to dodge.
The Deep then placed himself in a fighting stance with two fists raised. This person had to go down now. It was a matter of pride at this point. So with all the concentration he could possibly muster drunk, he began to throw multiple punches with left jabs and right jabs and even a kick. But found himself very surprised he was just hitting at air.
Eventually, he took a step back as he realized this was not just some human.
"Who are you? Are you with Vought?" The Deep asked
"What's that?" the man inquired.
The Deep then took another stance. "If you are not with Vought, then who are you?"
The man with spiky black hair gave a smile and responded. "My name is Son Goku! And I would really REALLY love to fight you right now, but I really have to get back to my friends. We are right now fighting in the Tournament of Power against these really really strong guys and the fate of the univer-" Goku stopped.
"I mean and uhh we are just doing it for fun." Goku gave a smirk as he grabbed the back of his head with a hand giggling. "So I gotta save my energy! We will fight soon though! Don't you worry! Now I gotta go, I have to find out how to get back. Thanks for your help though!"
With that, The Deep almost fell over as the man in the orange gi began to levitate skyward and hang in the air for a minute looking around before being enveloped in what appeared to be clear flames and taking off in a direction.
The Deep just stared up in a dazed state.
"What the fuck?"