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Chapter 48: Apolutrosis II


January 2nd

Age 763 (2013), Denver Museum of Nature & Science

"Uh, why is he laughing like that?" The Flash asked as he stared at the Saiyan, whose wrists were shackled together on the ground. Vegeta's raspy laughter was highly unnerving. It was menacingly maniacal and grew louder and louder as the prince squirmed on the tile floor. Barry turned to comrade's for answers, but none of them were quick to speak.

Batman and The Martian Manhunter stood stoically as they loomed over Vegeta's body, their folded arms never moving an inch. Superman tried to remain a figure of serenity as well, but at the mention of his name from the prince's mouth, the Kryptonian unhooked his hands and started asking questions. "What's going on, J'onn?"

The Martian titled his head towards Clark, but said nothing. J'onn's expression was completely blank, and the Martian seemed to be staring off into the distance rather than focusing his gaze on Kal-El. Superman's hand extended to nudge J'onn but quickly retracted as his friend suddenly snapped out of his trance.

"Excuse me, Superman, I was lost in the depths of Vegeta's mind."

"It's okay, J'onn," Superman smiled reassuringly. The Martian looked slightly disheveled, but Clark opted not to mention it. "What's going on in Vegeta's mind?" Clark asked as he glanced at the Saiyan, who was once again squirming on the floor.

"The illusion I created in his mind made him think he's in a fight against the Justice League."

"Well, that certainly explains a lot," The Flash commented as he rubbed his chin, happy to have finally received a response to his earlier question. "But that doesn't explain why Vegeta was laughing. Is it normal for Saiyans to laugh like that during a fight? I understand that they're a warrior race, but that seems a little odd, to say the least."

Superman had fought a Saiyan before, and from his experience, that wasn't the norm. J'onn seemed apprehensive to respond, and when the Martian finally did, Clark instantly understood his unease.

"In the illusion, I made Vegeta think that he killed you." An awkward silence fell over the room as the trio was unsure what to say, but Batman didn't care in the least.

"Our plan worked perfectly, and no one even had to throw a punch," The dark knight said with a scowl. They had accomplished their mission; what was the big deal?

The Flash's finger rose to rebuff Bruce, but Superman quickly cut him off. "You're right, Batman, we came here to subdue Vegeta, and that goal has been accomplished." Clark wasn't fond of the prospect of his death, even in an illusion, but the end result was satisfactory.

"I can keep Vegeta under this illusion for as long as necessary until Argus arrives and transports him to one of their facilities, but are you sure that these cuffs will be able to contain him once I leave his mind?" J'onn asked Bruce.

"I'd bet my life on it," It was a bold declaration from the dark knight, but Bruce had never been more confident about one of his inventions. "The cuffs are an offshoot of a device I used during the Saiyan siege." [1]

Clark instantly knew what Batman was referring to. During their fight with a Saiyan that greatly resembled Goku, Bruce had utilized a device that sapped Goku's doppelganger of his strength. If the same principles were applicable to the cuffs on Vegeta's hands, then the prince would remain out of commission even once J'onn finally left his mind.

"Even as we speak, Vegeta's energy is being siphoned into those handcuffs," There was a hint of pride in Bruce's words that didn't go unnoticed.

"I have the feeling that a lot of time and labor went into the creation of those cuffs," J'onn summarized, and as usual, the Martian's guess was correct.

"You don't know the half of it," Batman's words were concise but were hardly satisfying to his teammates, especially the Flash, who was eager to know how the prince's restraints had been created. In truth, the cuffs had been in development long before Radditz, Vegeta, and Nappa had ever arrived. Bruce's paranoia of Goku going rouge had sparked the idea behind the invention, but no one needed to know that now.

"Excuse me for the interruption," Clark apologized as he cut into J'onn and Bruce's conversation. Neither hero was bothered by Superman's intrusion, and secretly, Bruce was relieved to have the spotlight taken off him. "What else is going on in Vegeta's mind?" The man of steel didn't know much about the Saiyan, but Vegeta's previous actions seemed out of character.

"I scoured his mind, and everything Vegeta said when we arrived is true," The prince was many things, but a liar wasn't one of them.

"Maybe we should've let him talk a little bit more before J'onn shut down his mind," The Flash pondered as he thought back to Vegeta's words from a few minutes ago. Vegeta had unexpectedly given the Justice League some useful intel.

"No," Batman dismissed Barry's words with the wave of his hand. "Vegeta is too dangerous and had to be taken out immediately. There's no telling the amount of potential casualties we avoided by having J'onn invade his mind seconds after our arrival here."

The Martian Manhunter preferred to enter willing minds, but when it came to villains like Vegeta, J'onn would discard his apprehensions. "It was the right course of action. Vegeta was prepared to slaughter us like cattle."

Every superhero was in agreement on that subject, but that wasn't the cause of Clark's dissension. The Kryptonian just couldn't fathom all of Vegeta's words being true.

"If Bulma was back on Earth, she would've contacted us by now," Clark had known Bulma since they were teenagers and the Capsule Corp heiress never failed to keep her friends in the loop of her ongoings.

"Maybe she's been busy?" The Flash offered with a shrug. Barry didn't know much about Bulma except for what he'd seen on tv, and her lifestyle appeared to be very hectic.

"We'll stop by the Capsule Corp headquarters once we wrap things up here," Bruce rarely stated it out loud, but Bulma was one of his closest friends. Bulma's safety and well-being were on his mind too, and if Vegeta had harmed her in any way, there would be hell to pay.


January 2nd

Age 763 (2013), Themsycira, The Resistance Camp

Wonder Woman's body was a hazy blur as she sprinted through a crowd of Amazons. It was an all-out brawl that pitted sister against sister. Amazons that had once loved each other dearly were literally at each other's throats with weapons drawn. Swords, knives, axes, spears, almost every imaginable weapon were present on the battlefield. The Resistance was heavily outnumbered but fought valiantly, irrespective of the unfavorable odds.

Philippus' messenger had been too late. By the time Diana and Donna heard her warning, Alkyone's forces had already slaughtered the Resistance's patrol officers. The all too familiar sights and sounds of war were sprung on the sisters before either one could properly compose themselves. It had taken less than a minute for the sisters to gather arms for the coming battle, but by then, the fray was meters away from Philippus' tent.

Donna had taken a more headstrong approach and jumped into the battle with reckless abandon. Hippolyta's clone was currently plowing through platoons of enemy Amazons who were struggling to come to grips with the fact that Donna had seemingly risen from the dead. Donna relished in their fear and didn't hesitate to bloody her foes as she knocked them unconscious. Unlike her sister, Donna didn't have strong sentimental attachments to any of her opponents.

But Diana's heart was breaking all over again as she viewed the mayhem from an almost extra-dimensional perspective. Donna was fighting in real-time, but at the pace, Diana was moving, time appeared to be frozen. When the princess's feet finally came to a halt, she paused in front of an Amazon that was about to be beheaded. The two combatants were practically kin to her, women she had known since she was able to stand upright. Agrippe, a redhead whose hair matched the rage pulsing through her veins, angled her sword in front of Hellene's neck.

Hellene had never been a fighter. Though she had been raised in the Amazon ways, Hellene

focused her efforts on academic achievements rather than tedious training. During Hippolyta's reign, she had been one of the queen's wisest political advisors and had been beloved by most of the populace. Seeing her on the battlefield today was a stark reminder to Diana how drastically things had changed.

While Agrippe's sword hovered in the air, mid-swing, Diana took the opportunity to move Hellene out of harm's way. Wonder Woman scooped the battered and bruised blonde into her arms and sped away, eventually dropping Hellene inside Phillipus' tent. In real-time, it would appear as though Hellene had teleported, and the former political advisor was sure to be confused once she reoriented herself. Diana had dozens of words she wanted to say to Hellene, but she wouldn't be able to hear them anyway. Instead, Wonder Woman swallowed them, saving her words for later after victory had been assured.

With a final parting glance, Wonder Woman lept back into the battle. There was still much work to be done. The Themysciran princess bolted across the forest, snatching weapons out of enemy hands and shattering the ones she deemed too dangerous for re-use. The forest was a challenging locale for a skirmish. Massive trees, leaves, and other shrubbery made it difficult to distinguish between friend and foe. The Resistance and Alkyone's forces were suited in nearly identical armor, save for the small crests that had been branded on the Resistance's cuirass's.

Phillipus' soldiers had a tactical advantage due to their familiarity with the forest's terrain, but the sheer number of Alkyone's forces was almost insurmountable. If not for Diana and Donna's presence, The Resistance would've surely been overwhelmed. Diana estimated that one hundred Resistance soldiers were present compared to the nearly five hundred troops under Alkyone's command. Wonder Woman still couldn't process why the gods had elected to save her now after all this time but was grateful for the opportunity to prevent a potential massacre.

Weapons were stacked to Diana's chin when she finally stopped running. An average human's hands would've collapsed from the weight of what she carried, but it was as light as a feather to Diana. With one mighty heave, Wonder Woman chucked the haphazardly stacked weapons into the sky, watching as they vanished into the distance, eventually landing in the nearby sea. And with Diana's legs no longer churning, time resumed as usual. Everything Wonder Woman had done happened in the blink of an eye, and no one was none the wiser except for Donna, who slowly began to realize what had occurred.

Hippolyta's clone was in the middle of an evasive maneuver, bracing for the slice of the sword that never came. Her opponent's hand came swinging down, but nothing but the cool breeze touched Donna's face. Her enemy, a big, brutish brunette, was dumbfounded when her xiphos was nowhere to be found. She was even more surprised when she reached for the scabbard on her left hip, and it was equally empty. The confused Amazon's head darted around in shock and befuddlement, quickly realizing that this was a shared experience amongst her comrades.

Across the forest, all of Alkyone's troops were scrambling in worry, desperately searching for their missing weapons. Philippus, who had been in a heated duel with the colonel of the enemy forces, viewed this miraculous turn of events as a sign from the gods and urged her troops to unleash hell. With a raucous roar, the ebony Amazon beckoned her warriors to attack. Donna was still in a perplexed daze but followed the lead of her allies, unleashing a punch that sent her foe's eyes tilting towards the heavens.

Donna's opponent was out cold before her brain could even calculate the pain from the blow. The tide of the battle was slowly beginning to turn, but Alkyone's remaining soldiers refused to go down without a fight. The invading troops had courage; Donna couldn't deny that. Even without their weapons, they fought fearlessly. Maybe it was due to the power of the apples of discord, or it was just natural Amazon tenacity, but whatever the reason, Alkyone's forces refused to accept defeat.

Squads of Amazons lept on Donna almost simultaneously. It was clear that they saw her as the most alarming threat. Her face denoted no emotions, but in her mind, Hipployta's clone grinned from ear to ear. This was a compliment of the highest order. Donna's enemies needed to group up against her to have even the slimmest chance of survival, and these tactics would still prove to be futile. Donna tore through her opponents with ease, expending the most minute amount of energy.

Even with their weapons, none of Alkyone's soldiers had stood a chance, and now as they were unarmed, it was a massacre. Donna bashed her foes left and right. She was heavily outnumbered, but her strength made up for the disadvantage. Multiple sets of hands attempted to constrict her arms and create an opening for a frontal assault, but with the slightest twitch of her muscles, Donna flung her would-be captors away. The two brave Amazons who had stepped forward to attack Donna were left with concussions as her elbows slammed into their jaws.

Their bodies went stiff before they promptly collapsed on the ground. But upon seeing this, a nearby soldier jumped onto Donna's back. She was easy to carry; it wasn't the weight of another body on top of her that bothered Donna; it was her enemy's incessant punches. The nearly ceaseless blows didn't hurt; they were akin to mosquito bites, but the enemy soldier just wouldn't quit. Finally, after having had enough, Donna grabbed the woman by her long, wavy hair and hurled her to the ground.

The sudden impact with the ground rattled the enemy warrior, and a second later, a hand chop from Donna finished her off. The woman's eyes closed shut, and as Donna leaned down to examine her, Hippolyta's clone recognized who she was. The soldier was one of the royal guards who had betrayed her the night Alkyone stormed into her bed chambers. Carya was her name. After the civil war, the pair had formed some semblance of friendship, and Donna had even gone on hunts with her.

The slight of build Amazon had been patrolling the courtyard that night and never warned Donna about Alkyone's machinations. Any visitors had to pass through the courtyard before making their way up to the royal chambers; it was evident that the royal guards had all collaborated on the plan. Time had healed many wounds, but Donna hadn't forgotten that betrayal and most likely never would. It took nearly all of Donna's willpower to restrain herself from stomping on Carya's face and fracturing her skull, but Diana's sister remembered a hard truth. Carya was a victim of Alkyone, too, and Donna's own actions had been far worse than hers.

Donna relented and retreated from Carya, backpedaling until the Amazon's body was in the far distance. Donna had won her fight, but a war was still raging around her. The Resistance had the advantage now but was fighting with one hand tied behind their back. Alkyone's forces fought with the intent to kill, regardless of their missing weapons. The Resistance hesitated to slay their enemies and refused to do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

Donna did her best to assist the Resistance soldiers, even if they despised her presence. Looks of disgust were hardly hidden as Donna swooped in to lend a helping hand. Narrowed eyes and glares filled with contempt followed Hippoloyta's clone wherever she went. The Amazons hated her almost as much as she hated herself for her past deeds, but the Resistance didn't deny her help. They would've been fools to do so.

Donna intercepted fists, parried kicks, and blocked all manner of physical attacks before they could even reach their intended targets. To the untrained eye, it appeared as if Donna's hands had multiplied. All Amazons possessed gifts from the gods, imbuing them with abilities far beyond the ordinary mortal, but Diana and Donna were in a league of their own. It was at this moment, in the midst of redirecting a cross elbow when Donna had an epiphany.

Diana was responsible for the Resistance's sudden resurgence!

Wonder Woman had used her speed to capture all the enemy soldier's weapons. Just how fast was her sister, truly? In their multiple encounters, Diana had never showcased the speed necessary to pull off a feat like this. It was possible and highly likely that Diana's abilities had grown during her imprisonment in Doom's Doorway. But Donna and her sister were supposed to be on equal footing; however, Donna had failed to detect her sister's movements. It was humbling and slightly worrisome to realize the potential gap between her and her sister's powers.

As her mind wandered, Donna's defenses lowered, granting one of her enemies the opportunity to land an open shot. It would have struck Donna's face if not for Diana's unexpected intervention. Wonder Woman appeared out of seemingly thin air and pulled the enemy Amazon's wrist back so hard it nearly snapped before taking the air out of her lungs with a hard knee to the stomach.

"So you've been holding back all this time?" Donna questioned as she scrutinized her sister.

"What are you talking about?" Diana asked in genuine confusion. This wasn't the time for pointless bickering; their enemies were still on the prowl.

"I'm talking about your speed. Have you always been this fast?" Donna ducked under a wildly swung fist and used her legs to sweep her would-be-attacker to the ground, never once taking her eye off Diana.

"Of course not; as with all things, my speed grew over time," Wonder Woman's words were honest and true, but her sister still didn't seem to accept them.

"We've fought multiple times, and you were never this quick before; you were holding back against me!" Donna exclaimed, punctuating her words with a kick to an enemy soldier's torso.

Wonder Woman stared incredulously at Donna. Not only was her sister's accusation outlandish, but it didn't make any sense. "Holding back against you wouldn't have benefited me in any way, shape, or form. I literally fought for my life against you multiple times."

Diana and Donna's first encounter had been at the climax of the Amazon civil war. In all honesty, Wonder Woman should've killed her sister during their initial fight, but she'd been unable to for multiple reasons. Their numerous battles in Doom's Doorway had been grueling, and Diana's victories were mainly due to her tact and quick thinking, skills that Donna would one day develop. Donna was a mighty warrior, but she was still young and untrained.

"Derinoe never taught you how to hone your skills, Donna. Your speed is nearly equal to mine, we've fought before, and I've experienced it firsthand. You probably could've achieved what I did, but you don't know how to properly apply your speed." Even now, as the two sisters fought side by side, Diana was dispatching her foes at a faster rate than her sister.

Out of the corner of her eye, Donna kept count as her sister blitzed through opponents. By the time Donna defeated two soldiers, Diana had already defeated five. Wonder Woman's words were undeniable facts.

Begrundigly, Donna had to concede to her sister. "You're right, Diana." If the roles had been reversed, Hippolyta's clone would've bragged about the admission, but Wonder Woman held her tongue. "There's a lot I don't know about myself or my powers."

"I promise you that once Alkyone has been defeated, I will give you the training you need," Diana said with a smile. There was still a long winding road ahead for the Resistance, but if their future battles followed the same path as this one, Themyscira's dark days would be over soon.

"I look forward to it," Donna reciprocated her sister's warm smile. It was a rare touching moment between the two that was abruptly interrupted by Philippus, who came dashing towards them.

"The battle….is ours!" The ebony Amazon said in between heavy breaths. She was drenched in sweat and panted heavily but still found the energy to flash a smile.

Donna and Diana lowered their guards, slid out of their fighting stances, and took a look at their surroundings. They had been so caught up in their battles that they had failed to notice that Alkyone's remaining soldiers were retreating. The few enemy forces that were still conscious were sprinting out of the forest as fast as their feet would allow.


January 2nd

Age 763 (2013), Takron-Galtos

Alone, Koriand'r always sat alone. It was a part of her daily routine and one of the few things that gave her some semblance of peace on this abominable planet. The mess hall was the singular location that was tranquil at all times. Part of that was due to the fact that the prisoners could only visit the mess hall for thirty minutes per day. None of the inmates, even the most irrational ones, wanted to waste any of the precious time they had for their only meal of the day.

There wasn't a word in the Tamaranean language that could adequately describe just how awful the food on Takron-Galtos was. The cooks, who were also prisoners, put minimal effort into their meals. But sole blame couldn't be placed on their shoulders; the prison staff gave them little to work with. Each daily meal was the same horribly misshapen slop, and today's dish was no different. Placing her hands on the wooden bowl in front of her, Koriand'r suppressed the urge to hurl.

For whatever reason, the food today was especially rank. To say that the food stunk was an understatement. The revolting scent emanating from the bowl stood out, even amongst the nauseous smells from the unwashed prisoners that surrounded her. Without a further glance, Koriand'r pushed the bowl to the middle of the empty table. Her stomach was growling, but she didn't care; her hatred was more than enough to fuel her anyway.

The prisoners at the other tables paid her no mind. They dug into their food like animals, and some of them actually were. They had long since adapted to their conditions on Takron-Galtos, but Koriand'r doubted she ever would. They were monsters who had been convicted of some of the most heinous crimes the galaxy had ever seen. Koriand'r's only crime had been her relation to Komand'r.

After the Citadel had conquered Tamaran, they had enlisted her sister to be the puppet queen of the populace. Komand'r's first act as liege resulted in Koriand'r's banishment. To this day, Koriand'r was unsure if the Citadel had forced her sister's hand or if Komand'r had done it out of her own volition. Koriand'r would likely never know the truth, but that didn't stop her mind from dwelling on the past. The chains on her feet were nothing in comparison to the ones in her mind.

"If you don't eat, you will starve, young princess." Koriand'r was startled as a Citadel guard placed a large gloved hand on her shoulder. He had walked up on her from behind while she had been wrestling with her thoughts. The gigantic blue alien's wingspan was enormous. Without ever moving his feet, he reached across the table and slid the bowl of food back towards Koriand'r.

"Why do you care?" The princess's voice was filled with spite. The Citadel had conquered her people, and now, suddenly out of the blue, one of their soldiers was concerned for her well-being?

"I was a pod your age once. Things shouldn't be this way for you, princess. You will find this hard to believe, but not all of my people are cruel. I am sorry on behalf of all my people."

The Citadel soldier was right about one thing, Koriand'r didn't believe a single word he spoke. She was all too familiar with the tactics of her captors, and knowing them; this was just another sick ploy for them to break her spirit. But she would play along, at least for now.

"Thank you for your kindness, soldier. But if you wholeheartedly wish to apologize, I want something from you."

"If it is within my power, I'll do it, but tell me, what do you desire?" The soldier replied in genuine curiosity.

"It's a very simple request," underneath the table, Koriand'r's starbolts were charging. The soldier's usually present photon canon was nowhere in sight. Every Citadel soldier had one, but the guard in front of her was unarmed at this current moment. It was the perfect opportunity to attack.

"I want you to die!"

Koriand'r lept up from her seat and unleashed the green energy that had been bubbling in her fists. The heavy shackles on her feet did nothing to deter her as the Tamaranean floated into the air. The last thing the Citadel soldier saw was pair of venomous green eyes. His face was vaporized instantly, leaving nothing but a steaming carcass that dropped to the floor with a loud bang.

Deafening alarm bells went off in the cafeteria, and in the blink of an eye, Koriand'r was surrounded by heavily armed guards. Her actions would earn her a near-death beating and solitary confinement in a cell for the next eighty moon cycles, but it had been worth it.

"You will pay dearly for that!" An enraged soldier screamed as he aimed his photon canon at the princess. But before a single shot was fired, a swirling vortex emerged in front of Koriand'r, drawing everyone's attention, prisoner and guard alike.

"You wouldn't believe the amount of trouble it took to find you, Koriand'r." An annoyed masculine voice said.

"Who-who are you?" The Tamaranean princess took a cautious step back as the man from the portal came into full view. His jet-black armor was unlike anything she'd ever seen. It was the same shade as his gravity-defying hair.

"I hate long-winded introductions, so you can just call me by name, Turles." All the soldier's weapons were now focused on him, but the Saiyan's gaze remained fixed on the princess.

"And what do you want with me?" Koriand'r had every right to be suspicious. Almost every night, she dreamed of being rescued, but good things rarely happened to her in the real world.

"I'm here to free you."


A big thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 47!

A/N: Hello, I know it's been a while, but I didn't quit the story. A lot of things came up in my personal life that kept me occupied. But things have somewhat returned to normal for me now. Hopefully, I'll be able to continue the weekly update schedule I had before my three-month absence.

[1]: The device Batman mentioned was used against Turles in Chapter 24.


Q/A:

StormWolf150: Yes, Broly will appear in this story.

NirvanaFrk97: Raditz's arrival was during Age 761 (2011), but the other Saiyans arrived in Age 762 (2012). I don't understand the confusion. But yes, God Ki will be limited in this story. I'm not necessarily taking things in that direction, but you're on the right path in general.

darkmist111: He let creation perpetuate itself.

S3rp3nte: That's a tricky question to answer. I can't really give you a concise answer because power levels fluctuate between the different groups.

Dontus -not Donut- Powerus: Your ideas about God Ki are probably correct.

Carnageking131: I can't answer that because that would be spoilers, lol.

scl04: Goku went to search for Themyscira before he left for Namek. Kami was waiting inside. And yes, /Kami will inform Piccolo and the rest of the crew about Diana's situation. As you saw in this chapter, the fight between Superman and Vegeta was a telepathic illusion. J'onn had him under control from the start. You'll see what Strife and Ares have been up to very soon; I haven't forgotten about that subplot. As the goddess of wisdom, Athena has accounted for nearly every detail. I'm not sure if Arale will appear again, but you and some other readers have brought that up.

Martiz S.G: The DC heroes that will go to the Other World are the ones who don't have any faith in a particular god.

Fuckmegun: The Krypto-Saiyan war will be expanded on in future chapters.

Ayrton Senna: Yes.

Okhwang: Honestly, I don't even know who gave Future Trunks his sword.

oscuro oscuro: Como viste en este capítulo, Vegeta en realidad no luchó contra Superman. Debido a su arrogancia, Frieza nunca entrenó. No era fanático de DC Dark Knights.

King Julius: I didn't watch DC fandome.

Noideas38: I'm glad I could make your day better. It makes my day knowing someone enjoys what I write.

Guest: I appreciate the constructive criticism, but I disagree. Dialogue used to be one of the hardest things for me to write, but it's become a lot easier for me. In my opinion, none of the DBZ characters have been OOC. If you can, provide me with some specific examples.

Guest: I appreciate the breakdown on God Ki, but I stated that I would be doing my own spin on God Ki in previous chapters. God Ki in this story won't be exactly like it was in canon.

sun-wukong: Thanks for the kind words; I really appreciate it.

White Fox: I've never thought about writing that type of crossover. In my opinion, that type of crossover wouldn't work well due to most DC characters' aversion to killing. But maybe you could give it a try?

uchiha-rune: Beerus will be primarily based on the BOG movie, but that doesn't necessarily mean he'll be weak.

TheRightPrice: As you saw in this chapter, the fight between Vegeta and the Justice League was an illusion.

Mad Leprachaun: Ma Junior is another name for Piccolo. You can google it. Strife is another name for Eris. Sometimes I just use both names interchangeably. I'm not doing DBS in this story.

JollieHotDog: The idea of doing a rewrite has crossed my mind, but we're too deep into the story now. It would be too time-consuming for me to start all over again.

Thunder Dragon: You're right, I did skip a lot of things throughout the duration of this story, and I've previously admitted that. I skipped over some things because I didn't really feel they were necessary but looking back in hindsight; I could've done a better job. However, I did plan on filling in some of the blanks with my other story Dragonball DC: Universe. I don't think I've given Superman "the shaft." I've continuously stated that his power is growing like it did in the New 52. Eventually, Clark will become the OP Kryptonian we all know and love.