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Chapter 45: Adelphē IV
January 2nd
Age 763 (2013), West City, Capsule Corps
"Guys, I think he's starting to wake up!" Were the first words Son Gohan heard as he slowly opened his eyes.
Bulma's radiant smile was a pleasant and surprising visage to the Demi-Saiyan's eyes as they gradually readjusted to the light in the room. But his Godmother didn't hover over him for long and dashed into a hallway seconds later, shouting at the top of her lungs. He was in a large king-sized bed that was turned towards a window. Rays from the morning dawn were creeping through the partially open blinds, and birds were chirping outside. That meant the sun was rising, Gohan quickly deduced, but that shouldn't have been possible.
He had been in the middle of a fight with Vegeta and then…
"Hey, kiddo!" The familiar sound of Yajirobe's voice beckoned Gohan's attention. The ronin was standing by the room's only door, which was a stone's throw away from the Demi-Saiyan's bed. "I'm glad to see that you're finally awake; you had us real concerned for a while."
"Finally awake?" Gohan repeated in a confused tone. He attempted to lift himself out of the bed and instantly regretted that decision as a jolt of pain brought his elbows crashing back down onto the comforter. The rest of his body was in equally bad condition.
"I can see you're still in a lot of pain," Yajirobe said as he took a few more steps into the room. He was halfway to Gohan's bed when Bulma's hand suddenly came out of nowhere and smacked him on the back of his head.
"Ouch, what was that for?" Yajirobe yelped as he tried to soothe the now throbbing sensation.
"Did you forget about the Senzu beans?" Bulma asked incredulously. "My Godson is still in a tremendous amount of pain. Those beans better be in one of your pockets." Bulma's foot began impatiently tapping the linoleum floor.
"Of course not; I have them right here." Yajirobe nervously laughed and removed a plump bag full of Senzu beans from his left pocket. That was enough to partially satiate Bulma, but the Capsule Corps heiress still shot the ronin a glare that reinforced her impatience. Quickly scampering over to Gohan, Yajirobe dropped one bean in his palm and commanded the boy to eat.
"We tried to give you one of these on the first day, but you were so out of it that your mouth wouldn't even open."
The first day? Yajirobe's words lingered in Gohan's mind, but the Demi-Saiyan opted to save his question until after he had gathered his strength. He flicked the Senzu bean into his mouth and began chewing, instantly feeling renewed with energy.
"How long have I been in this bed?" Gohan asked as he lifted himself from under the covers. He placed both feet on the floor and saw bundles of bandages on his legs. Whatever scars or bruises that had necessitated them were gone now, but the former bruises raised startling questions.
"Well," Yajirobe began with a long pause. "You fought Vegeta on a Saturday, and it's Wednesday now, so give or take four days."
"F-four days?" Gohan fell to the floor in shock. Bulma winced upon seeing his descent but breathed a sigh of relief as her Godson quickly popped back up. He was completely back to normal now.
"That fight with Vegeta took a lot out of you. In hindsight, we shouldn't have let you fight him." Bulma frowned as she took a seat on a chair by the foot of Gohan's bed. With both of his parents missing in action, Gohan was in her custody. Her Godson's Saiyan instincts had begged for battle that day, but as Gohan's Godmother, she should've tried harder to reel him in.
"None of us could've stopped that fight with Vegeta, not even me," A gruff, new voice spoke, drawing the attention of the room's occupants. Gohan's smiled from ear to ear as he saw that it was his mentor.
"P-P-Piccolo!" Bulma shrieked as the Namekian stepped into the room. "How did you get in here? And how did you get past the security?"
"Those pathetic robots aren't even fit to be reused as metal scraps," Piccolo scoffed as he marched towards his pupil, his long white cape fluttering behind him every step of the way.
"My dad's going to be pissed," Bulma groaned as she palmed her face with both hands. Dr. Brief had just finished building the newest batch of security robots last week, and Piccolo had already thrashed them. "But I thought we wouldn't be seeing you for a while," Bulma's words were a statement and a question. Following Gohan's fight with Vegeta, the antisocial Namekian had stated that he'd have some personal matters to attend to. But they clearly hadn't required as much time as Bulma hoped for.
"When it concerns Gohan, I'll always make sure to be there," It was an indirect response, but it was enough to make the Capsule Corps heiress drop the subject. "How are you feeling?" Piccolo asked Gohan as he finally stopped his walk, a half foot in front of the boy's bed.
"I feel great, a lot better than I did just a few minutes ago," Gohan clenched his fist and stared at it. He had yet to test out his power, but he could already feel that he had gotten a lot stronger from his encounter with Vegeta.
"That's good," Piccolo's tone didn't convey any emotion, but inwardly, the Namekian was ecstatic. "Do you remember anything odd about your fight with Vegeta?"
Gohan blinked curiously at his sensei as he repositioned himself on the bed. The only thing odd was Piccolo's question. "No, not really. Why?"
"Your power sputtered out of control that day," If there was anything Piccolo's pupil should've remembered, it was that.
"I can't even sense Ki, and I still felt the power you wielded while fighting Vegeta," Bulma added as she leaned forward in her chair.
"This half-pint is really that strong?" Yajirobe questioned as he glanced back and forth between the trio. "It makes sense, I guess; he is Goku and Wonder Woman's, kid after all," The ronin summarized with a shrug.
"All I remember is getting so angry. I just wanted to make Vegeta shut up!" Gohan growled as he thought back to their fight. The prince of all Saiyans had taken things too far that day.
"Well, we sure could've used that power back on Namek," Bulma said with a long sigh. With the strength Gohan had briefly displayed, they might've been able to prevent Namek's destruction.
"No," Piccolo replied bluntly. "Gohan's power was too out of control to be utilized properly. Hell, we're fortunate he was unconscious when Krillin died; otherwise, he might've flipped and started attacking us." The Namekian had now seen his pupil's hidden power on at least three occasions, and Athena's decision to seal the boy's energy had never seemed wiser.
"Whoa, this runt is that dangerous?" Yajirobe took a precautious step backward, and Gohan shot him a glare. The Demi-Saiyan didn't appreciate his word selection.
"I'm not dangerous," Gohan rebuffed. "But sometimes I just….." His words trailed, but Piccolo finished them for him.
"But sometimes you just lose control of yourself and your emotions." Gohan smiled sheepishly, but his sensei wasn't amused. "I'll give you another day to rest, but by Friday, I expect you to be ready to beginning training."
"Training?!" Bulma shouted as she stood up from her seat. "What makes you think I'm going to allow that?" The Capsule Corps heiress inched closer to the Namekian, who didn't even bother to spare her a parting glance.
"You don't have a choice," Piccolo said, matter-of-factly. "Vegeta is still out there, and we have no idea when Goku will return."
"When my dad returns?" Gohan repeated the Namekian's words in a hopeful tone. "My dad made it off Namek?"
Bulma turned her sights from Piccolo to her Godson and smiled. "Yep. King Kai gave us the great news while you were resting up. He got off of Namek just in the nick of time."
"I told you so, Vegeta!" Though the Saiyan was absent from the room, Gohan still felt the need to rub it in. "I'm so happy; I can't wait to see my dad!" The Demi-Saiyan's toothy smile was contagious, and Yajirobe couldn't help but reciprocate it.
"As sweet as this all is, Vegeta is still out there like Piccolo said. I know you don't want to agree with him, Bulma, but the Earth is going to need all the help it can get if Vegeta decides to attack us again," For once, Yajirobe was the voice of reason. Piccolo was surprised by the ronin's agreement but chose to remain silent.
"And where is Vegeta now?" Gohan finally asked. The adults were tip-toeing around the subject for some reason.
"That's the thing; we don't know," Bulma was distraught as she carefully tried to string her next sentence together. "Once Grand Elder Guru died, Vegeta just…..left."
"Grand Elder Guru died?!" Gohan slumped into the bed, disappointed at himself. He would never get the chance to apologize to the Namekian for breaking his promise to him. "H-how did he die?" The halfling asked with tears brimming in his eyes.
"He faded away….literally," Piccolo's explanation was succinct, but Ma Junior couldn't think of anything more to say about the situation. Softening the truth with lies wasn't his forte.
Bulma frowned at Piccolo, which the Namekian once again ignored and offered a better explanation. "Grand Elder Guru died peacefully surrounded by his loved ones. He offered words of encouragement to the Namekians and us Earthlings before he left."
Bulma's words helped to alleviate some of Gohan's guilt, but not all of it. "I still let him down," the Demi-Saiyan lamented in a tone so low that no one, save for Piccolo, heard. Ma Junior made a mental note to question his pupil about that comment later, but now wasn't the appropriate time.
"Now, do you understand why we need to continue our training Gohan?" Piccolo asked the Demi-Saiyan and received his response in the form of a quick head nod. The halfling had already planned to pick up his training once more; this unexpected news only added fuel to his fire.
"So the two of you are just going to keep ignoring me, huh?" Bulma huffed in an annoyed tone. Her arms were crossed together, and the pout on her face was more humorous than anything. Yajirobe wanted to laugh but wisely elected not to. "This is the right move, but you still need to get my blessing, Gohan."
"I could just knock you out and escape with Gohan since you want to keep complaining." Piccolo's words elicited a sweat drop from Gohan, but the Namekian was dead serious. The Capsule Corps heiress had been powerless to stop him the last time he'd taken Gohan for training.
"He's just joking," Gohan tried to cover for his sensei, but neither he nor Bulma believed the child. "If it's alright with you, aunty Bulma, I'd like to go train with Piccolo," The halfling said in the sweetest possible tone. He was laying it on her thick. Gohan did consider Bulma as family, but he only called her aunty when he really wanted something. In any other case, the turquoise-haired woman hated being reminded of her age.
"Since you asked so nicely, of course, you can go," Bulma gave her Godsend a thumb's up, emphasizing her seal of approval, but everyone in the room knew that it had already been a foregone conclusion.
"Well, it looks like you guys have everything taken care of here, so I'll be heading back to Korrin's tower," Yajirobe said as he began backpedaling towards the door. He wouldn't be of any use against Vegeta, so his business here was finished as far as he was concerned.
"Not so fast!" Bulma jumped in front of the door before the ronin could make his exit.
"What is it now?" Yajirobe groaned and knew that he'd regret asking that question.
"Until the Dragonballs are active again, I'll have the refugees from Namek staying here at my home."
"Okay…..and?" Yajirobe couldn't see how that was his problem.
"Since you decided to stop by for a visit, you might as well keep them company for a little while," The Namekians were the most polite and pleasant guests that Bulma had ever hosted, but it was increasingly challenging for her to find activities to occupy their time.
"Are you asking me to be their babysitter?" It was an obvious yes. Of course, Bulma was. Yajirobe cursed under his breath, lamenting his decision to deliver the Senzu beans in person.
"Chaperon is the more appropriate term, and yes, but only for a little while. I have some business to attend to, and I need an extra set of eyes on them," The Capsule corps heiress batted her eyes coquettishly. She knew she was asking for a lot but hoped that would do the trick.
"Try harder next time," Yajirobe rolled his eyes at Bulma's attempt to entice him. "I'll help you out for a lil while," The ronin would've never admitted it out loud, but he had nothing better to do anyway.
"And I'll help too," Gohan chimed in. He was well rested now, and Dende was probably worried sick about him.
"Could I convince you to tag along too, Piccolo?" The Namekian side-eyed Bulma and began walking towards the door. "Whelp, it didn't hurt to try." The Capsule Corps heiress mumbled to no one in particular.
"I'll see you on Friday, Gohan," And with those parting words, Piccolo took his leave.
January 2nd
Age 763 (2013), Mount Olympus, Hermes bed-chamber
"Hermes, I didn't know you could be so passionate."
"Well, there are a lot of things you don't know about me, Aphrodite." The herald of the Olympians grinned and kissed Aphrodite's soft hand. It was as sweet as every other part of her body.
"If you're not too tired, maybe we can go for another round," The goddess of love said as she traced her finger across his muscular chest. Hermes was a slender man but underneath his chlamys, which had been discarded on the floor, was a figure that would've made Hercules envious.
"For you, I have all the energy in the world," Hermes' smile was as bright as Helios. He had initially been hesitant to sleep with Aphrodite, but the goddess had chipped away at his will. Many a god and mortal had fallen prey to her beauty; who could blame him for following in their footsteps?
"Hephaestus is still away at his forge," Annoyance oozed from Aphrodite's tongue as she spoke of her husband. "He won't be around to bother us. It's not like he's ever around much anyway." The goddess of love's face twisted into a rare frown. Hephaestus had the wife that nearly every god coveted, but yet he still preferred his work over her.
"The mortals have a saying; one man's trash is another man's treasure," Hermes kissed Aphrodite's hand again. She was truly intoxicating—every fiber of his being beckoned for more of her touch.
"Why don't you put your tongue where your mouth is and show me then," Before Hermes could respond, Aphrodite's tongue was in his mouth, swiveling around. It was a hungry kiss which he happily reciprocated. The messenger god's hands roamed her body as they passionately kissed, their bodies rolling all over the silk sheets of the bed. But eventually, Aphrodite found her way atop Hermes groin. She was about to straddle him when a loud cough from an unexpected visitor drew her attention.
"Athena, what are you doing here?" Aphrodite didn't mind her sister's presence; in fact, it encouraged her to put on a show. But Hermes' arousal had waned with Athena's appearance.
"Y-y-yes, w-w-what are you doing here?" The flustered messenger god sputtered out. He was completely naked and only now seemed to be aware of it as his panic-stricken hands pushed Aphrodite off of his lap.
"Oh, now you're embarrassed of me?" The goddess of love glared at Hermes and began gathering her belongings; she would see herself out of his room.
"No, it's not like that!" Hermes pleaded and latched onto Aphrodite's wrist, trying desperately to sway her mind, but it was too late. Aphrodite tugged her arm out of his grip and marched away without a further word. All Hermes could do was sigh as he watched her nude figure slip out of his door.
"I know it wasn't by chance that you came to my room at this exact moment, sister," Hermes sneered as he turned his attention to Athena. His romantic evening had been ruined, and she didn't seem the least bit apologetic about it.
"Dear brother, I'm hurt that you would accuse me of such a thing," Athena feigned ignorance, but both siblings knew that her actions had been intentional. "I merely came here to ask you to deliver a message for me."
"What kind of message? And to who?" Hermes' eyes never once drifted from his sister as he began dressing. Ares and Strife were deemed the greatest mischief-makers amongst the Olympians, but in truth, Athena was equally nefarious.
"I want you to deliver this key," Athena said as she retrieved a glowing key from her pocket. "To Diana and Donna."
"You want me to what?" Normally, such a menial task wouldn't have been a problem for the messenger god; it was child's play. But Themyscira was stuck in a dimension that Hera had created. "I want no parts of it." Hermes adamantly refused.
"I figured you might say that," With Zeus unwilling to act, nearly every Olympian was afraid of Hera's wrath being directed at them. "And in that case, I would have to tell Hesphastaus that I caught you sleeping with his wife, and we both know how he'd react to that."
"You wouldn't dare!" The messenger god pointed an accusing finger at his sister. Every Olympian knew what Hephaestus had done when he'd caught Ares sleeping with his wife. Athena had been right beside Hermes when Hephaestus had captured the naked lovers in his net.
"Try me," Athena playfully winked. But behind her tongue-in-cheek expression was a thinly veiled threat. "Ares, the god of war, got off light in his punishment. I don't need to bring up the other gods and mortals who weren't so fortunate."
Hermes swallowed hard and shuddered. Hephaestus was a kind and gentle god, but the men who slept with his wife invoked a wrath that could put Hera to shame. "I…..I'll do it." Hermes finally conceded. Aphrodite would never share the secret of their late-night romp, so he was at least safe on that end.
"I knew you'd make the wise decision," Athena applauded and spun on her heels, facing the door to leave. "Once you've washed and cleansed the stench of sex from you, meet me in my room. We have many things to discuss, brother."
January 2nd
Age 763 (2013), Washington, D.C.
"I don't think I've ever seen this many photographers in my life," The Flash mumbled as another camera flash went off.
There were dozens of them, more than Barry cared to count, and they were all snapping photos of the future Hall of Justice. The photographers were sprinkled amongst a massive crowd that rivaled a sold-out sporting event. Everyone from reporters to government officials and even celebrities was present. The aptly-named Justice League was doing its first official press conference, and the hype was at a fever pitch. There was a large podium in front of the heroes as they stood on the steps of their future home, and of course, Batman was the one doing all the talking.
"Who came up with the name Justice League?" A reporter from the crowd asked. It was a woman, a stunningly gorgeous one at that. She looked very familiar, but at the moment, the Flash could place her name. The eraser of her pencil was pressed against her chin as she impatiently waited for her response.
Batman leaned forward into the mic, his lips opening to speak, but before a single word was uttered, Superman answered for him.
"It was a joint decision, Lois. We voted, and we all came to an agreement that this was the correct name for the team," The man of steel responded with a smile. Batman was slightly annoyed by his interference, but his expression didn't denote it.
"Batman said that there are six members of the Justice League, but only four of you are present today; where are the other two members?" Lois finished scribbling on her notepad and looked back up at the podium. Superman and Batman were pillars of the superhero community, so of course, they had elected to be present. The Flash was new on the scene, but his name was gaining traction in the hearts of civilians and news cycles. The Martian Manhunter had been a virtual unknown before today, and tales of his heroic deeds were still scarce. Green Lantern and Aquaman had been mentioned briefly in Batman's opening statement, but who were they? And where were they?
"Aquaman is the king of an underwater nation; he had some business to resolve with the Atlanteans," Was the explanation Batman gave to the reporters, but the truth was that Arthur didn't care to be a part of today's hoopla. "And the Green Lantern returned to space for a meeting with the rest of his Corps." Hal's presence wasn't missed by any of the Justice League members. Only God knew how the former air force soldier would've acted at their press conference.
"Are the Atlanteans and the Green Lantern Corps trustworthy? The public is thankful for Aquaman and one of the Green Lantern's help, but we know very little about the people they serve. And being the man that you are, Batman, I expect you to have done your homework on them." Another female reporter asked. Her long auburn hair extended past her shoulders and draped over her white puffer jacket.
Batman's eyes narrowed as he realized who it was; Vicki Vale. "Miss Vale, I can assure you and the rest of the crowd that the Atlanteans and the Green Lantern Corps pose no threat. Their interests and goals align with the Justice League's interests and goals."
"And what goals would…."
"That's nice and wonderful," A new grating voice cut Vicki Vale off. "But what is the Justice League going to do about Vandal Savage? According to your own reports, he escaped from Keystone city and hasn't been seen since then. Starro is in the phantom zone, but his partner in the scheme that nearly took over the world is still at large." It was the bombastic blonde reporter known as Cat Grant, and her hypnotizing green eyes were focused squarely on Superman.
"The Justice League is doing everything in its power to locate Vandal Savage. Working in conjunction with Argus, we've attacked every one of his known safehouses, but unfortunately, we just haven't been able to find him yet. But we won't rest until Vandal Savage is brought to justice!" Kal-El slammed his fist on the podium for added emphasis. The Kryptonian knew that Cat was looking for something to spice up her article tomorrow, and he gave it to her.
"Speaking of Argus," Lois Lane spoke up again, centering the superheroes' attention back on her. "How will the collaboration between the Justice League and Argus function? Argus is a government organization that is bound by U.S. laws and mandates. As superheroes, and as some would say, vigilantes, the Justice League will operate under a different set of rules. That's a stark contrast, and it's likely to create some future problems. How do you plan on handling that possibility?"
Superman coughed into his hand and cleared his throat. His brain was processing his thoughts at supersonic speeds, but he was still hesitant to answer Lois's question. He was in a jam. Lois's question was a good one, a damn good one. He would need to respond as delicately as possible. The man of steel was about to answer her when the Martian Manhunter suddenly chirped into his mind.
"Superman, there is a situation I've just been made aware of."
"Is it a dire situation?"
"Not yet, but perhaps it may spiral into one. A short man with great power is causing a disturbance. But most peculiarly, he has a tail, like the one your friend Goku used to have. "
The man of steel's eyes jolted wide at the mention of a tail, and he severed the mental link with J'onn immediately. "We've just been made aware of a situation that will require the Justice League's full attention. To everyone in attendance, I'm sorry, but we'll have to cut this press conference short," Loud murmuring and disappointed looks spread throughout the crowd. Lois pondered if Superman was trying to evade her question but accepted his words; the Kryptonian had never been the type to run from anything.
"Clark, what's going on?" Bruce whispered into Superman's ear as he pulled him to the side.
"Vegeta is back."
January 2nd
Age 763 (2013), Themsycira, Doom's Doorway
"Watch your flank, sister!"
"Don't worry; I've got things under control!" Donna shouted to Diana as she dodged the swing of a blade. It narrowly missed but the heat emitting from it still managed to scorch her. The bruise would be a minor blemish on her otherwise perfect skin, but the Amazon vowed to be more careful going forward. On her left side, Wonder Woman was faring slightly better. The sisters were vastly outnumbered by their opponents, but neither Amazon was intimidated by the odds.
Diana and Donna had been on a routine walk, scouring the area for food. Sustenance was scarce in Doom's Doorway, and the siblings were typically reduced to eating whatever hideous creature they managed to kill. The sisters had ventured so deep into a cavern that they'd nearly gotten lost. Luckily, Diana had left a trail leading back to their campsite. The sisters had searched for hours, and no beast had been spotted, but what they had discovered had made the Amazons instantly regret their excursion.
On their way back to their campsite, the sisters had been ambushed by an army of skeletons that had suddenly sprouted from the ground. Dozens and dozens of skeletal warriors had risen from the dirt and began attacking the Amazons. Their numbers were overwhelming, but one good hit took them out of commission. The skeletons weren't skilled fighters, but the flaming swords that they wielded combined with their nearly impenetrable shields made them a real nuisance. It was a war of attrition, and so far, it was a stalemate.
Donna ducked under another wild swing and uppercutted her opponent. The skeleton shattered into bundles of bones on the ground. However, its flaming sword was still intact, and the Amazon quickly scooped it up before another foe could lash out against her. With the speed of Hermes, Donna struck. Five skeleton soldiers attacked her simultaneously but were left dumbfounded when their blades only managed to singe the ground.
Faster than their non-existent eyes could detect, Donna zoomed across the battlefield. With the flaming sword she had stolen in hand, Donna chopped down her enemies left and right. Heads were decapitated, and arms and legs were sawn off as the Amazon swiftly and meticulously attacked. Diana had to whistle in admiration at her sister's handiwork. She lowered her guard and took a step back as she watched Donna slay the final soldier on the battlefield.
"Impressive, and you only showed off….a little bit," Wonder Woman clapped, applauding Donna as she finally came to a halt.
"Oh please, I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice," Donna rolled her eyes and discarded her sword, turning to face her sister. "You're the one who knows best about showing off. You could have defeated those skeletons just as easily as me."
"But where's the fun in that? Those soldiers weren't a real threat. An annoyance, yes, but nothing that we couldn't handle." If the situation had been dire, Diana would've ended the battle with haste. But like her husband, Wonder Woman craved a good fight, and the skeletons gave her a gateway to release her frustrations.
"If you say so," Donna shrugged and inspected her body for any more scars. "We didn't find any potential food. We should head back to our campsite and plan our next move."
"There is no more time for that, Amazons."
A searing light blinded Donna and Diana's vision, forcing them to momentarily shield their eyes as it died down.
"H-Hermes?!" Diana yelled in shock as she uncovered her eyes, quickly dropping to her knees to venerate the Olympian. Donna was awestruck, she wanted to speak, but all thought seemed to vanish from her mind. The messenger god looked so different from his sculptures on Themyscira.
Hermes held the mythical caduceus in his right hand, and a golden-winged helmet was strapped to his head. A gold muscle cuirass covered his chest, and armor of the same metal coated the rest of his skin. The Talaria on his feet flapped as the messenger god landed on the ground and walked towards the two, now frightened, sisters. Hermes didn't look like a courier; he looked like a god ready for war.
"Athena asked me to deliver this to you," Was all the god said as he dropped a luminescent key in Diana's palm.
"What's this for?" Wonder Woman asked as she rose to her feet. She was tense, and rightfully so. Her last encounter with an Olympian had resulted in chaos.
"This key will set you free from Doom's Doorway."
A big thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 44!
Q/A:
darkmist111: Some characters from the DBZ movies will appear, but the events won't be similar to the movies. I'm not a fan of OC's, so I don't plan on including any. If I absolutely have to include an OC, they'll be a minor character at best.
scl04: As you saw in this chapter, if Gohan pushes himself too hard, it has serious consequences, and he wasn't conscious during the fight with Frieza. The specifics of Athena's seal will be explained in greater detail soon. Frieza and King Cold will still go to Earth, but the fight will be a lot different than it was in canon. Wonder Woman hasn't encountered Circe yet. Hippolyta isn't dead; she got turned into clay back in chapter 17. Some Olympians are already plotting against Gohan. The eating contest sounds like a funny idea; I might have to borrow it when the plot settles down a bit, lol.
Ppsspp: Gohan won't be paired with Supergirl. Trunks will only be traveling back in time, not to another Universe.
Kabuto S. Inferno: Vegeta and Gohan did brawl in the DBZ anime after Namek, and that occurred in episode 106. However, their fight was brief and minor, unlike my version. Trunks' mom is still going to be Bulma; I have no plans on changing that.
Jackalope89: I had a hunch that Future Trunks was your favorite character, but I wasn't 100% certain. And what are those DC ties?
Martiz S.G: That thought never crossed my mind, but Mr. Mxy vs. Arale would be bonkers.
Fuckmegun: The cast will get a moment of leisure eventually. I have Krillin's pairing thought out, and while Giganta sounds nice, it won't be her.
Ayrton Senna: Yes, Static Shock will appear in this story, but that won't be until the Teen Titans are formed.
