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Chapter 56: Dominoes V
January 11th
Age 763 (2013), Belle Reve, Louisiana
Vegeta sat in silence, arms crossed together, as his fellow prisoners devoured the plates of food in front of them. They were seated at a long, wide, rectangular table that stretched from one end of the medium-sized room to the other. The tabletop was made of black marble, the same shade as the prince's hair. A series of gold circular legs upheld the table, and its sheen was even brighter than Vegeta's prison uniform. He scowled every time he looked at the oversized pantone jumpsuit that dangled off his skin.
Amanda Waller would pay for this.
"This is likely the best meal you'll ever have during your stay here; I suggest you eat Vegeta," Floyd Lawton, better known as Deadshot, said. He was dressed similarly to the Saiyan, and in truth, he didn't care for Vegeta's well-being. But the prince had saved his life during their mission, and if they were going to be teammates for the foreseeable future, he preferred for Vegeta to be as well-nourished as possible.
The prince grunted and eyed the plate of roasted chicken, fried rice, corn, and mashed potatoes in front of him with contempt. This was Amanda Waller's pathetic attempt at rewarding her inmates. The rest of these bumbling fools allowed themselves to fall prey to her ploy, but Vegeta remained firm in his refusal to join them. Frieza had employed the same tactics on his Saiyan ancestors, showing them the tiniest slither of kindest to keep their spirits up. But Goku had defeated that tyrant, and Vegeta refused to exchange one master for another.
"If you won't eat it, can I have it?" Harley Quinn asked as she glanced at Vegeta's plate, practically drooling at the freshly cooked food. She was seated to Vegeta's right, and the Saiyan responded with silence as he slid his plate over to her. "Thanks a bunch, Vegeta!"
"Get your hands off me, woman!" Vegeta demanded as Harley suddenly reached over and hugged him. Her scent was lovely, but her breasts were smacking his face as she embraced him.
"Whoopies," The Joker's former partner chuckled and slid back into her seat. She was well aware of the hole in her jumpsuit that partially exposed her breast. She had carved it earlier to give her bosom some breathing room but hadn't factored that in when she'd leaned over to hug Vegeta.
The prince's face was beet red as he tried to maintain his composure, and Livewire couldn't pass up the opportunity to deride the Saiyan.
"I know Harley's got a nice pair, but sheesh, Vegeta," Livewire snorted as she dropped the greasy tomahawk steak in her hand. She was seated next to Deadshot, who sat beside Vegeta on his left. "Don't tell me you're a virgin," The words were said mockingly, and the prince would've ignored them had the rest of the table not erupted in laughter.
Killer Croc's baritone laugh stood out amongst the crowd, and the sight of the reptile cackling so loudly enraged Vegeta.
"Are creatures like you even capable of intercourse?" Vegeta pointed a finger down the table where Killer Croc was seated. The hideous mutant sat next to Livewire, and there was a wide gap between the reptilian and the nearest prisoner, a heavily tattooed man who Vegeta didn't recognize.
"I don't swing that way, but I can show you if you like," Killer Croc rattled the table as he stood up. He made an obscene gesture and looked prepared to drop his pants but was interrupted by a blue boomerang that thwacked him on the head, stunning him.
"That's disgusting, mate; save that for your private time. I'd prefer not to hurl in front of everybody." The boomerang flew back into the awaiting hands of a man with a thick Australian accent. He was seated further down the table, away from Vegeta's group. He pocketed the weapon and resumed eating a bowl of grapes as if nothing had happened.
"You'll pay for that!" Waylon Jones growled and rubbed the bruise on his head, feeling a trickle of blood. He leaped over the table, intent on maiming his attacker but was obstructed by an icicle that shoved him back in mid-air. Killer Croc was flung into a wall and pinned against it as a thick sheet of ice quickly covered him from his feet up, stopping once it reached his neck.
"Captain Boomerang is an annoying son of a bitch, but he saved my life on our mission, and I can't let him die with that hanging over my head," A slender woman who had risen from her seat said. She had pale blue skin, crystal blue eyes, and baby blue hair that dangled past her neck. She wore a short, tattered white cape that was tied around her shoulders, with a slim-fitting dark blue top and black pants.
"Crikey, that's bout the sweetest thing you've ever said to me; don't tell me you're growing soft on me. " The man who Vegeta assumed was Captain Boomerang winked at the pale blue woman who wiggled into the chair beside him. She responded by freezing the cluster of grapes he was about to place into his mouth.
"Not in this lifetime," Her eyes narrowed, and she meant every word she said, but Captain Boomerang wasn't deterred.
"I'll win you over one day, sweetheart," He grinned, and before he could get another word in, Amanda Waller barged through the front door, flocked by numerous guards. She scanned the primarily empty white room, noting that all of her recruits were present, and strode towards the delicious aroma her chefs had prepared.
"I hope you enjoyed the meal," Amanda said as she settled into a plush, formerly unoccupied seat at the head of the table. Two guards dressed in black body armor rushed to her sides with guns drawn. The rest of her squadron hovered behind her like a shadow, and there were at least a dozen of them. "Killer Frost, would you mind releasing Killer Croc? I'd prefer he didn't freeze to death before hearing what I have to say."
The ice villainess grumbled but stood up from her seat and did as she was told. She walked over to Killer Croc and placed a hand on the cocoon of ice that had encased him. A few seconds later, it shattered, and the particles of ice tumbled to the floor along with Killer Croc.
"Thank you," Amanda Waller said as she watched Killer Frost silently walk back to her seat. Killer Croc shot the woman a glare but returned to his chair without creating a ruckus.
"First and foremost, I would like to congratulate you all for making it this far," Amanda Waller applauded once everyone was reseated. She clapped, but none of her guests at the table mimicked her actions. Their faces were cold, unflinching, and austere. "To be quite honest, I didn't expect this many of you to survive phase one."
"In this unjust world, the righteous suffer while the wicked prosper," The heavily tattooed man who Vegeta had spotted earlier spoke up. His bald head hung low as it shook sorrowfully.
"Jesus Christ, El Diablo, is that another fortune cookie quote? You might be the most annoying bloke in this entire prison," Captain Boomerang sucked his teeth. He'd rather bathe with electric eels than hear one more sermon from the former gangster.
"If you knew Christ, you wouldn't have ended up behind these walls with me," El Diablo said sagely. The words were spoken with no malice, but Captain Boomerang still frowned anyway.
"The only person either of you should be concerned about right now….is me," Amanda said rudely. She banged her fist on the table for emphasis, silencing the broiling quarrel. "Obviously, you're rapport with one another is a work in progress."
"I hate to state the obvious here, but what did you expect?" Deadshot said lazily from across the table. He had cleaned his plate of food, and all that was left was the bone marrow of a once plump chicken leg. "You basically put a gun to our heads, forced us to work for you or die, and you expect some sort of great camaraderie?"
"No, I'm not that stupid," Amanda leaned back in her chair and sipped on a straw in a cup filled with pink lemonade. "You're all selfish, egotistical criminals, gangsters, and metahumans. Some of you are even genocidal maniacs," She locked eyes with Vegeta, who grinned, seemingly reveling in his past deeds. "I doubt the vast majority of you have a decent bone in your body. But you're not fools, and I expected you to work together in the interest of your survival. The ones who did that passed phase one, and the ones who didn't….."
"Are dead and rotting," Deadshot finished, summarizing Amanda's thoughts. She flashed a rare smile and nodded approvingly.
"That's one hundred percent correct. And while you may have worked together on the battlefield, there's still much work to be done elsewhere. The end goal is for a squad, my Suicide Squad, to be on the same page on all levels. A unit that has even one soldier out of line is doomed for failure," Amanda grimaced, thinking scornfully of her days as a member of Team 7. She refused to have a repeat of those events.
"She wants us to be one big happy family; how sweet" Harley Quinn clasped her hands together with faux hearts in her eyes. "But some of you are a wee bit too hideous to be my siblings…no offense, Killer Croc."
"None taken," The reptilian metahuman said with a shrug.
"There are questions that need to be answered," Vegeta's eyes narrowed in on Amanda, drowning out the chattering voices around him. "Days ago, you assembled us and told us our goal would be the retrieval of the Dragonballs. We've yet to do that, and you instead sent us on a mission to capture some pathetic human. What is the meaning of this? Why are you playing these games?"
"Games? I prefer the term tests. I gave you all a series of tests, and thus far, you've passed." Amanda Waller said nonchalantly. She paused and slurped on her straw slowly and loudly, which Vegeta found incredibly grating.
"Who the hell do you think you are to test me? I'm the prince of all Saiyans, and I'm the most capable warrior on this planet. Don't compare me with the rest of these buffoons," Vegeta barked, waving a tightly clenched fist in the air.
"Buffoons? Where does he get off thinking he can talk to us like that!"
"I don't care how many people he killed in Manhattan; if he talks about me like that again, I'll gut him."
"Amanda's got you on a tight leash like the rest of us, so clearly, you aren't as superior as you claim to be."
Were some of the loud remarks from the various prisoners at the table. Vegeta's smug attitude was anything but endearing.
"Vegeta's kind of a dick," Harley said plainly, and no one disagreed with her assessment, not even the prince himself. "But after a while, you kinda get used to it."
"Speak for yourself, Harley," Livewire scoffed. She had unfinished business with the Saiyan. "The next time I get the chance, I'll…."
"You'll do nothing if you want to keep your brain inside your skull," Amanda interrupted. Vegeta didn't need her aid, but the Saiyan was a vital part of the plan to achieve her goals, and she would execute anyone who threatened to hinder that. "Does anyone else have anything to say before I proceed?" She surveyed the table, and the villains wisely kept their mouths shut, though Harley only did so because Killer Croc's hand was clamped on hers.
"Good," Amanda placed her hands on the table, interlocking her fingers, and continued. "The ultimate objective is to claim ownership of the Dragonballs for the United States. That will be easier said than done, which is why I insisted on testing you. None of you are official members of Task Force X, or as I prefer to call it, the Suicide Squad, yet." Task Force X was the official codename her superiors had given the project, but Amanda preferred to call it the Suicide Squad. That name perfectly drove home the value of her would-be soldiers.
"On January 9th, when I assembled you for a meeting in the cafeteria, there were dozens of inmates present, and I knew I would have to thin the herd to discover which ones of you were most capable," It was the truth, but it was also a lie. Vegeta had been selected to be a member of Task Force X the moment the project had been approved. "The missions I sent you on were crucial for our nation's security."
Vegeta's curiosity got the best of him, and a flurry of questions flew out of his mouth before Amanda could object. "Please inform me, how did the arrest of a frail Earthling hiding out in an abandoned warehouse benefit this country? Were you afraid of his pitiful groveling? Or did his woeful shrieks possess some supernatural power?" Vegeta's sarcasm was as thick as Captain Boomerang's mustache. The man he'd detained had sobbed all the way through their flight back to Belle Reve.
"I thought an intelligent prince like you would recognize a scientist when you saw one," Amanda looked at Vegeta with an exaggerated expression of disappointment. "I guess I expected too much. The person you captured was Professor Anthony Ivo, one of the most dangerous minds on this planet."
Deadshot sat up in his chair. That name sounded familiar. "I think there was a contract out on his life once, but he died before I could take up the task."
"He faked his death, and our government would've been none the wiser if he hadn't built that robotic monstrosity Amazo." The purchase of numerous rare, exotic mechanical parts had alerted Amanda that the professor might still be alive.
"And what about us? Whose the bloody bloke we captured?" Captain Boomerang spoke for his team. There were other prisoners seated near him besides Killer Frost and El Diablo, but none of them cared to be vocal.
"That was Dr. Wheelo. He worked as a scientist for the League of Assassins until he was placed on their hit list after one of his experiments went awry. He'd been on the run for at least a decade when your team finally detained him."
"All of our blokes were scientists? Go figure," Captain Boomerang rubbed his chin. It was very peculiar, but obviously, Waller had her reasons.
"So what now? You said that this was only phase one of whatever else you had planned. Are we going to hunt ducks and chase chickens for the second part of this trial? If you seek to make a mockery of me, I swear I will – "
"No, Vegeta, I have something much better in mind for you and the groups I assembled," Amanda said calmly. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and once she read the alert on her screen, she stood up."In fact, phase two will begin right now."
January 7th
Age 763 (2013), Themsycira
Though the wind swirled wickedly around her, Hera and her auburn air stood up straight, unbothered by the gale-force gusts that she had conjured. But below her in the ruins of the royal courtyard, Diana and Donna were fairing much worse. The sisters were nearly as pale as Hades as they grit their teeth, fighting desperately to maintain their footing. Lightning danced in the sky, the ocean rose, and the sisters had to question whether it was Zeus or Poseidon who had appeared above them.
Hera, in all her furious glory, had yet to strike. The goddess of women, marriage, family, and childbirth simply levitated in the air as she let mother nature pound Themyscira. Her eyes were blank, pupilless, and hauntingly white. Her long silk cyan dress dangled past her bare feet. She wore a cloak over her gown, made up of lustrous peacock feathers that fluttered in the wind but was surprisingly dry, untouched by even a single drop of rain. Her presence loomed large over Diana and Donna, but unlike her previous appearance, Hera hadn't materialized in a colossal form.
"Hera, please stop this!" Diana cried out, her voice echoing against the torrents of wind. She glanced towards the heavens, and the queen of the gods gave her no indication that her words had been heard.
"Sister!" Donna shouted with all the strength in her lungs. She stood beside her sibling, and Diana still had to lean over to hear her properly. "Hera is beyond all reasoning. I doubt our chances, but if we hope to survive, we must – "
"No, I refuse!" Diana silenced her sister before she could utter her blasphemy. It was obvious what her mother's clone had in mind, but regardless of what Hera had done or planned to do, that wasn't an option she was willing to take.
"Then you doom us all," Donna's scowl was as deep as the waters that thrashed against Themyscira. "If you won't do it, then I will."
Donna kicked off the ground and accelerated towards her patron deity. Diana let out a string of curses and took off after her impulsive sibling. She should have seen it coming and mentally chastised herself as she flew into the wind. The gales seized at her, gripping her as they flung her in one direction or another. It was straining to stay centered, but her will and determination were stronger than the magically imbued weather. She soared higher and higher, trailing just a few steps behind her sister, but that wound up being too great of a distance to cover, and Hera lashed out before Diana could intervene.
"You dare raise a hand to strike your goddess?" Hera's gaze shifted towards Donna, who was inches away from making contact with her fist. Donna's knuckles moved closer and closer. A painful collision seemed imminent, but in the blink of an eye, Donna was ejected from the sky, sailing like a frisbee until she hit the Earth with the force of an earthquake. Wonder Woman willed her body to a stop and turned back to look at her sister. There was a fading trail of steam that, when followed, led back to Hera's now glowing eyes.
The ethereal golden light in Hera's eyes strengthened as the goddess set her sights on Diana. "I should have slain you when I discovered what you really are!" She shouted, and aurulent lightning bolts descended in volleys, narrowly missing Diana.
"I have no control over what my mother or the All-Father Zeus did," Wonder Woman pleaded her case, but she doubted she was making any strides. "But what can be controlled is our emotions, yours and mine. Themyscira and the Amazons have suffered enough, Hera. Peace must be made for all of our sakes."
Hera cocked her head thoughtfully, and for a moment, the storm clouds started to part, and wisps of sunlight peeked through.
"Together we can…."
"I'd rather just tear you to pieces, honestly," Hera shrugged, and the tenebrous skies returned with increased intensity. A deluge of rain hit the island, and Diana stood soaking wet, trying to broker peace with an infuriated goddess.
"Please, Hera, don't make me do this," Wonder Woman begged as her hands crept towards her lasso. In her adolescence, Hera had been her favorite goddess. She was the patron Diana had devoted most of her prayers toward. Never would she have imagined that things would reach this point.
"Listen to Diana, Hera. Your actions are unwise and foolish," Came a gentle voice from behind. It was soft and warm, but yet somehow still authoritative. It sounded familiar, but it clearly wasn't Donna's voice; her sister was still on the ground licking her wounds. Diana nervously spun around and came face to face with Athena, who smiled at her gaping expression.
"It's nice to see you, Diana. It's been a while."
A tear slid from Wonder Woman's eye, but she pretended it was just the rain. Hermes had promised to return, but she hadn't expected to run into the goddess who had set her free from Doom's Doorway. "A…A….Athena, you grace me with your presence," The words fumbled out of Diana's mouth. She lowered her head to bow, but Athena's smooth hand grasped her chin and lifted it before she could complete the act.
"Save the courtesies for later, Diana; there are more pressing matters to attend to."
Diana nodded sheepishly and quickly gathered herself, blushing internally. Over her shoulder, Hera was screaming furiously, bellowing loudly about Athena's disrespect, but Wonder Woman was too transfixed to pay attention to her swearing. Athena was beautiful beyond description. Her rudy brown hair was twisted into a single lengthy braid that dangled past her scapula and stopped just short of her knees. Her eyes were the color of jade emeralds and shone just as brightly. She had full luscious plump lips that revealed a pair of flawless teeth when she smiled.
Her aura was inviting, which was in stark contrast to her outfit. The goddess of wisdom was dressed for battle, and her glittering gold armor looked sharp enough to kill a man with a passing graze. A Lorica segmentata covered her torso and shoulders. A Lorica manica adorned her right arm, and the steel on it had been sharpened to a triangular point. The goddess held no weapons, and the confidence that oozed from her convinced Wonder Woman that they were unnecessary.
"Stand behind me, Diana," Athena instructed, and the princess did as she was told, slinking behind the goddess's giant frame. Diana was six foot two, but Athena easily dwarfed her with inches to spare.
"If you stand against me, you shall share the Amazon's fate!" Hera threatened, and the heavens trembled as her rage surged.
"This is madness, Hera, and deep down inside, you know it," Athena said placidly. She was unfazed by the display of power. "You helped create the Amazons, and now you seek their destruction?"
"And why not? That's well within my rights. I brought them into this world, and I can remove them from it if I so chose," Hera snarled, practically foaming at the mouth. Wonder Woman glanced down and saw gigantic waves crash into her homeland.
"No, you're wrong. We helped create the Amazons," Athena pointed at Hera and then herself. "It was a joint effort. Hestia, Artemis, Aphrodite, the list goes on and on. The credit isn't solely yours."
"What is your point? I'm the queen, and my words have final say."
"Just because you're the queen of the Olympians, it doesn't give you the right to behave in this manner. Zeus has turned a blind eye to your actions for far too long."
"If not for his actions, none of this would've occurred," Hera pointed out. Her husband had set things into motion, and in return, she had responded.
"Hippolyta deceived you, and your fury towards her is just," Athena admitted. That was a fact she couldn't deny. Diana frowned behind her, but it was an uncomfortable truth. "However, the scope of your wrath is too large and has lasted too long."
"An eternity would be too short to right the wrongs of the Amazons!" Hera fired a green blast of energy. Athena's sole focus had been on her, and the queen hoped to catch the goddess of wisdom with her guard down, but she simply swatted the attack away.
"I'll forgive you for that, for the sake of Hephaestus," Athena lowered her left arm, which had risen to deflect the unprovoked strike. "Can't you see that you're being manipulated, Hera? If you and I fight, who will gain from that outcome?"
"I will because I'll win," Hera boasted proudly. Athena was no slouch, but she was the queen of the gods for good reason.
Athena could feel the prickles from the onset of a headache. "Toss aside your hubris and resentment if only for a moment, Hera. Who told you that Diana was Zeus's child? Who told you that Hippolyta had an affair with your husband?"
Hera's usual snark was nowhere to be found. The goddess floated quietly, mulling over Athena's words until she came to a startling conclusion. "Eris," She spoke the name as if it were foreign to her, and confusion was written all over her face.
"Eris and Ares have been manipulating you from the start."
"No, that's not true!" Hera shook her head defiantly. "Those two have never been fond of me, but they wouldn't do that to their mother….would they?" It was a question she knew the answer to but wasn't ready to admit. Zeus had always been the target of Ares and Eris's machinations. Hera had been a neglectful mother, but she had never given her children a reason to hate her, or so she had thought.
"Strife and Ares were opposed to the creation of the Amazons from day one. When you banished them, you played into their hands. Eris told you about Zeus's affair for a reason."
Hera thought back to that day in her throne room. Eris had teleported next to her throne, reeking of alcohol that Dionysus had most likely brewed. Her daughter had proceeded to tease her, feigning concern for her downtrodden spirit, while mentioning her husband's numerous extramarital flings. As the memories replayed in her mind, her anger melted into embarrassment; she had been a fool. But how had Athena known about that conversation?
"What Eris told me was a private conversation; how are you aware of that?"
A wry smile tugged at Athena's lips. "I was there with the both of you."
"No, that's not possible. Only Eris and I were there along with….my peacock," Her majestic bird had acted oddly that day, but Hera had blamed it on her sour mood. "You took the form of my peacock."
Athena nodded. Hera's deduction was correct. "I listened to your conversation and observed silently as Eris revealed the devastating truth."
"If you knew that Eris planned to manipulate me, why didn't you stop me or at least warn me of her plot?" Hera asked in bewilderment, and Diana was equally addled.
"I knew Eris and Ares were planning something, but I couldn't definitively say what it was," She was the goddess of wisdom, but a soothsayer she was not. "Even if I had tried to warn you, you wouldn't have listened. Once your rage takes you, it totally consumes you."
"At any point, you could've intervened, but you chose not to. You waited until recently to assist me. Why? Why now?" Wonder Woman's tone was demanding. Athena's status as her patron meant nothing at this moment; she needed answers.
"I have my reasons," Athena glanced over her shoulder, making eye contact with Diana. The princess scowled, deeming her response unsatisfactory, but there was nothing Diana could do about it. "I helped free you from Doom's Doorway, and I'm here now because the time is right."
"Please inform me of the time; I would love to know, Athena," Hera said sardonically. The waves she had unleashed were washing over Themyscira, drowning Amazons irrespective of their political allegiance.
"It's time to make peace, Hera. Tell me what you desire so we can put an end to this madness once and for all." Athena used her powers and momentarily stopped the flow of the waters down below.
"I sought retribution for all the lies I had been told and the decades of deceit, but now…." Hera's voice trailed as she turned her gaze to her once faithful followers. The anguish on their faces was palpable, and even at this great a distance, she could hear their panicked cries for gods who had forsaken them. "I shall turn my wrath towards Ares and Eris for their exploitation of my anger."
Diana breathed a great sigh of relief. The weight of a boulder had been taken off her chest. "So you will leave Themyscira alone?" Wonder Woman asked in place of Athena, who had been poised to speak.
"I will," Hera gave the princess her word. "I vow to leave this island alone, and I will return it to its proper dimension."
"Oh, thank you, merciful Hera!" Diana rejoiced. The tears she had tried to restrain earlier began to fall, but luckily Athena obstructed Hera's view of her. "I promise that - "
"Before you go making promises and vows, I want you to know one thing," Hera's voice was ice cold, and her expression was hard as rock. "Your mother won't be returning. I turned her into a statue, and she will stay that way. That is my price."
"Hera, No, please, I beg you, I beg you, I beg you," Wonder Woman zipped toward the goddess, eyes puffy and red with tears. She would make her case prostrating if she had to, but Athena wouldn't allow that. The goddess of wisdom yanked her by her arm and pulled her into her chest, locking her within her grip.
"Nothing you say will sway her, Diana. In fact, I fear you may only spark her anger once more. It is a bitter pill to swallow, but you must accept it," Athena whispered into Wonder Woman's ear. The princess struggled mightly, using every maneuver and tactic she knew to break out of the hold, but Athena's hands never loosened.
"Hera, please! I will do anything you ask, anything! But you must spare my mother, please!" Diana's voice grew hoarse as she pleaded and pleaded and pleaded, but Hera was unmoved and uncaring.
"I bid you farewell," Hera said, and a second later, she vanished along with all the stormy weather. Athena released Wonder Woman, and she stumbled forward, burying her face in her palms. She sobbed until her tears ran dry and not a moment sooner. When she was done, she wiped the tears on her arm and put on the expressionless mask of a dignitary, the one her mother had trained her to use.
"And what now? Hera will leave us alone, but apples of discord still poison my people," Diana said as she turned around and gave Athena her attention.
"That is being rectified as we speak. Hermes is dispensing a cure."
Wonder Woman's shock wasn't visible; she remained phlegmatic and reticent. "I guess things are finally over now," She said, but little did she know that The Fates had other plans in mind.
A big thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 55!
A/N: The Themyscira plotline is finally over. Some readers and reviewers felt it was dragging and slow, but it's in our rearview now. The events taking place on Themyscira will still be mentioned; I'm not casting them aside totally, but they won't be headlining the chapter anymore. The buildup to Frieza's invasion is next.
Q/A:
NirvanaFrk97: This version of Goku is a reactive hero, unlike his wife. If he's aware of a situation, he'll provide his assistance, and in the past, he's typically worked in conjunction with Diana. But he isn't actively patrolling the streets seeking out criminals like Batman or Superman.
guardianx15: I've been asked this question multiple times, and the answer remains the same. Vegeta will still end up with Bulma.
DRAGONDAVE45: Amanda has plans for some other scientists, and you'll see which ones soon.
tgminecraft18: Vegeta's tail was cut off-screen, and Gohan's tail got cut off in chapter , SSJ4 still could be a possibility down the line.
Martiz S.G: I'm glad I was able to make you appreciate Wonder Woman a bit more. Your suggestion has been noted and will be taken into consideration.
oscuro oscuro: Sí, es raro que un personaje de DC Comics sea transportado a otro Universo, la mayoría de las historias cruzadas generalmente involucran a un personaje de otro universo que va a su universo. Sin embargo, no puedo decir cuál sería la reacción, dependería del universo específico al que se envíe el personaje de DC.
