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Chapter 64: Boiling Point III


April 7th

Age 763 (2013), West City, Capsule Corp

"This is all your fault," Piccolo grumbled as he examined Bulma's backyard. The landscape was totally decimated, and almost all the remaining vegetation was on the verge of death. Ma Junior stood with his arms crossed as an ever-expanding frown spread across his face. His long flowing cape flapped in the wind.

"How am I to blame?" Superman asked from beside the Namekian. Clark was genuinely curious. The two aliens wore matching expressions and outfits.

"I knew I should've killed them when I had the chance. Next time I won't allow you to sway my opinion," Piccolo couldn't rewind the sands of time, but at least he knew what to do going forward.

"None of you are to blame," Bulma butted in. She squeezed in between the two hero's shoulders and stood in the middle, literally and figuratively acting as their mediator. "No one could've foreseen our unwanted guests suddenly vanishing, but maybe Vegeta can give us some insight on what just happened," She turned to the Saiyan behind her and was greeted with a blank expression.

"I don't know what happened; your guess is as good as mine," Vegeta shrugged. He didn't care either way, but he was slightly disappointed because of the missed opportunity to kill his ex-teammates.

"You haven't been useful at all. Remind me again, Bulma, why is he here?" Superman spun around and gestured at Vegeta. Whatever deal Bulma had struck with him had been a poor one. "He hasn't provided any meaningful intel. If he just wants to occupy space, he can do that in his cell at Argus."

"No!" Vegeta roared. He charged at the man of steel and closed the gap between them in an instant. "I'm not going back there, Kryptonian!" He angrily tugged on the front of Superman's cape, nearly ripping it.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me." Kal-El said the words slowly and emphasized every syllable. His pupils disappeared, and his now steaming eyes turned completely red. This was Vegeta's first and last opportunity to comply. It didn't take a fortune teller to know what would happen if he didn't.

"That's enough, Vegeta," Gohan scampered over to the Saiyan and yanked on his foot from behind. He received a hard kick for his efforts, but the heel of Vegeta's foot didn't hurt or budge him. "I said stop!"

"Calm down, Vegeta, or I'll reactivate that bomb!" Bulma didn't have Gohan's strength, but her words delivered a much-needed gut check to the prince. He growled and begrudgingly released Superman before walking away. He stomped towards the pond, loudly announcing his irritation.

"Gosh, Vegeta, do I always have to threaten you before you act right?" Bulma asked incredulously. The Saiyan halted his stride and came to a complete stop. He glanced over his shoulder and gave Bulma the bird.

The Capsule Corp heiress huffed an exasperated sigh. "Why did I even bother asking? The answer is a big fat yes," She returned the prince's gesture and left him to his brooding.

"You have to upgrade your security. If the villains escaped this easily, what's to stop them from returning in the same way?" Superman asked as he adjusted his ruffled cape. "We ran outside as soon as the criminals in your house vanished, but we were too late. Captain Boomerang and his crew are long gone. None of my super senses detect them. Their mission may have failed, but their objective will remain the same."

"And I know all too well what they want," Bulma took a deep swallow. "The Dragonballs are in danger."


April 7th

Age 763 (2013), Cadmus Island

"I don't even have to read your mind to know what happened; the mission was a failure," A man with a modulated voice said as he entered a room. Darkness crept over him as he stepped inside, and the man quietly shut the door behind him. His footsteps were soft and slow, almost as if he were gliding. His destination was the only piece of large furniture in Amanda Waller's bland, colorless office.

"I didn't give you permission to come in here," The secretary of Metahuman affairs scowled. Her eyes were glued to the notes on her wide desk. She turned page after page in her thick binder and didn't spare a single glance at the visitor in her office. She already knew who he was. Only one person on Cadmus Island was capable of bypassing the biometric lock on her door so easily. He'd done it several times before, and that ability, coupled with a list of others, were the only reasons why Amanda tolerated his insolence.

"I could sense you were in need Miss Waller, so I came immediately," The man replied sincerely. They had a rocky relationship, but each time Amanda was in trouble, he was there, and today was no different. All around him, on the walls, various videos were playing on a multitude of tv screens, and they were the only source of light in the room. The tv's played recordings from the Suicide Squad's various Scouters, and each one was from a different perspective. Everything the villains had heard or seen while wearing their Scouters was visible and audible in high-definition quality.

"In need of what exactly? If I wanted you, I would've called for you, Dubbilex," Amanda Waller finally tore her gaze from her work and glared at the genetically engineered lifeform in front of her desk. His crimson eyes glittered like rubies amidst the darkness of the room.

Dubbilex was a tall, slender creature with blue skin. He resembled a man but looked too radically different to ever be considered one. He lacked a nose, and two beige curved horns protruded from his skull. His forehead was plump and filled with nearly all the knowledge Cadmus possessed. His ears were pointed and fin-like, and two ribbons of flesh dangled from both his cheeks.

The most human-like thing about him was the clothes he wore. His outfit was reminiscent of a nurse's. He was dressed in white scrubs with matching pants and white satin slippers.

"I have the remedy to one of your problems," Dubbilex said calmly. He levitated into the air and folded one leg over the other, floating in a meditative stance. Amanda Waller wasn't going to provide him with a seat, so he created one.

"Please do tell; I'm dying to know what you've thought of," Amanda impatiently tapped her manicured nails against her wooden desk. They were the same shade as her checkerboard blazer.

"For your sake, this had better be worth the time you're wasting." If it wasn't, Dubbilex or one of his Genomorph brethren would suffer the consequences.

"From my perspective, the solution is simple."

"Well, then spit it out already."

Dubbilex floated to one of the televisions by the door. It was playing the recordings from Vegeta's Scouter but suddenly faded to black and shut off. Static momentarily appeared on the screen but shortly after, the loop of the recording began again. The odd duo sat in silence and retraced Vegeta's deeds for the day. Amanda had already seen the video at least a dozen times, analyzing every monotonous detail.

Nothing Dubbilex could say would provide new insight, but Amanda humored her creation anyway. He was Cadmus Island's first product, and her high hopes for him never ceased. She would never tell him that, though. After a few minutes, the recording neared its end. On the television, Vegeta and Bulma were in her lab. Countless questions arose in Amanda's mind each time the video reached this point, but a specific one bothered her the most.

How had Bulma enticed Vegeta to betray her? Their interactions had been completely antagonistic towards one another, and they'd barely communicated.

"They used telepathy," Dubbilex answered aloud. His words earned him a glare that he didn't see, but the heat that radiated from it was great enough to burn a hole through his threads.

Amanda hated when he barged into her thoughts.

"Stay out of my mind," Amanda ordered. She grabbed a remote from a drawer underneath her desk and paused the video.

"My apologies, but you make it so easy for me to read your mind."

"I don't understand how that's possible when I have mental blocks in them."

"Yes, mental blocks that I installed for you."

For once, Amanda Waller had no rebuttal. It was an occurrence as rare as an eclipse, but Dubbilex's words were factual. The Genomorph had created those mental blocks years ago. In an ever-changing world filled with aliens, mages, telepaths, and other yet-to-be-seen threats, Amanda's mind needed to be an impregnable fortress, but that was still a work in progress. She pressed play on the remote, and the video returned to a scene where Bulma stood with the dragon radar in her hand.

"Pause it again," Dubbilex requested. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. The device was in clear view now.

Amanda reluctantly did as she was bid and hit pause once more. "What is it?" Her tone was rude, but she had already given Dubbilex more time than he deserved. Her schedule was filled to the brim. It was now or never for the Genomorph.

"You might not physically have the dragon radar, but you have the next best thing. Until this very moment," Dubbilex pointed at the television. "You had never had a clear image of the dragon radar. I read the intel you provided the Suicide Squad with. They all went into this mission practically blind, except Vegeta. He was the only person under your command who'd ever seen the dragon radar in person."

"What's your point?" Amanda questioned. Dubbilex was hinting at something, but he was being annoyingly evasive about it. All her knowledge regarding the dragon radar had come from scarce sources with questionable backgrounds. Information about the Dragonballs had been easier to find than details about the dragon radar.

"You assembled the world's greatest minds at Cadmus Island for a reason. Dr. Gero, Dr. Wheelo, and Professor Ivo are some of the most brilliant scientists on the planet. I'm aware of their current projects, but if you command them to recreate the dragon radar, I'm sure they'll be up to the task."

Amanda placed a hand on her chin. The cogs in her mind were churning. It was an ingenious idea; why hadn't she thought of it? The Scouter's Lex Luthor had provided were multifaceted beyond their usages as communicators and cameras. They also doubled as highly advanced supercomputers.

The information from Vegeta's Scouter was in an encrypted zip file in her email inbox. All she had to do was download the information and share it with the team of scientists she'd collected. The data was an assured goldmine. Vegeta had failed and betrayed her, but he'd unknowingly provided her with a chance for redemption.

"Get out."

"Huh?"

"Get. Out." Amanda said the words slowly, but Dubbilex's confusion persisted. "I have work to do. I don't need you anymore," She made a shooing motion and directed the Genomorph to the door.

"Of course, I shouldn't be surprised," The genetically engineered creature shook his head and made for the exit. The door slid open in front of him. "This is how you've always treated my kind," He took one last look behind him.

Amanda was furiously clicking her computer's mouse. She had hundreds of emails from today alone to scroll through. This was going to be a long and tiring process, but she stopped clicking when she suddenly realized that Dubbilex hadn't left her office yet. Amanda's eyes narrowed, and she turned her attention to him.

"I created the Genomorphs. Your entire existence is due to me. Therefore, I will treat you how I see fit. If you behave well, I treat you kindly. If you behave poorly, well, you already know the consequences for that," she said grimly. "Your actions today have earned a reward for you and your people, but you're testing my patience right now. Get out of my office!"


April 7th

Age 763 (2013), Metropolis, Lexcorp

"Mercy, close the door."

Lex Luthor's bodyguard and right-hand woman did as she was told. She stirred from her post beside his desk and walked across his spacious room to close the heavy pair of double doors in his office. They were lead-lined, Ki resistant, and sculpted from reinforced steel. Lex was too engrossed with the video on his computer monitor to be bothered with handling such a menial task. It took one effortless heave, and the gargantuan doors were shut.

Mercy adjusted her glasses and began the long walk back toward Lex's desk. The floor was carpeted, and Hubert de Givenchy had personally overseen its installation. Her black stilettos made no noise as she sauntered across the white designer floor; Lex would have thrown a fit otherwise. She passed several exotic plants, some carnivorous and others completely foreign to the planet Earth. Lex often used them for intimidation purposes during business meetings.

He was definitely his father's son, and the eyes of Lex's father were visible everywhere in the room. Gold-plated family photos hung on every possible wall. In truth, Lex despised his father, but the pictures were for the sake of maintaining a wholesome public image. However, they also served as a reminder to Lex. Blood means nothing, and the ones closest to you are constantly conspiring against you.

Lex learned that lesson at a young age, and that motto was a reflection of his life. When Mercy finally made it back, she assumed her spot by the left side of his desk. Lex always commanded her to stand guard there. The doors to his office were practically impenetrable, and the guards on duty outside it would kill anyone before they even got that far. But, the windows beside Mercy were a glaring and obvious weak spot.

If anyone wanted to harm Lex, smashing through his office's windows was their best bet. But it was still incredibly risky considering how high up Lex's office was. Lexcorp was the biggest building in Metropolis. It was three hundred and seven stories high and at the peak of that incredible human engineering sat Lex's office. It overlooked the entire city.

Only someone capable of flight could attack Lex here, someone like Superman. The man of steel had paid him several unannounced visits. Each time the Kryptonian stopped by, he left more and more destruction in his wake. He shattered windows, overturned desks, and had one time even fried Lex's computer with his heat vision. Mercy kept a clean-up crew on standby just in case the man of steel decided to drop by.

She or Lex could never tell when Superman was on his way to their building. The Kryptonian was beyond detection. All Lex could do was lead-line his office and keep a stash of Kryptonite hidden nearby. But things had changed since Lex's discovery of Raditz's Scouter. Like all living things, Superman possessed Ki, and his enormous energy signature was easy to detect even from miles away.

The Kryptonian would never get the drop on Lex again.

"Amanda Waller was foolish to think she could control Vegeta. A bomb? She really thought an easily diffusible bomb would keep him in line," Lex laughed to keep from pulling on his non-existent hair. "It was pure idiocy. I could've devised a thousand better ways to keep that Saiyan under my thumb."

Lex rotated in his chair and turned to face Mercy. She stood with her hands interlocked behind her back, ever the watchful eagle. Her Versace business suit was as black as her hair, and every wrinkle had been ironed out. She was gorgeous, stunningly so, and her dimples were deep as a well. She could beguile almost any man, but her charms were nowhere to be found right now in the presence of Lex's stare.

Mercy was unsure what to do. Her employer valued her opinion, but during times like this, it was best to leave Lex to his thoughts.

"You can speak. I don't pay you to be another expensive piece of décor in my office," Lex grumbled as he sorted his red tie. It was dangling over his lapel.

Mercy coughed into her hand and quickly gathered herself. "We both saw Amanda Waller's failure coming from a mile away," the pair had discussed that topic ad nauseam. "But who could've predicted this specific outcome? Bulma assisted the same man who nearly murdered her best friend -"

"- Goku," Lex finished for her. The happy-go-lucky Saiyan was a thorn in his side, but unlike Superman, at least Goku didn't live in his backyard. "That's certainly an interesting development, one that I'll have to keep my eye on," It was just another thing to add to the list.

"You can use this to your advantage. If you blackmail Bulma…."

"That level of thinking is too small," Lex dismissed her idea with a hand wave. "My grudge with Bulma is on a far deeper level than that. Blackmail will never suffice," The Capsule Corp heiress had become an enemy the moment she'd denied his request to sponsor the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament. "But enough about her; there are more important things to discuss."

Lex rose from his seat and walked over to the windows in his office. He placed a hand against one of the glasses and looked down. The view from here was to die for. Metropolis at night, from this height, looked like a million glowing jittery fireflies.

"The Scouters are a success, and when we go public and place them on the market, the profits will roll in endlessly."

"But I know you don't actually care about the profit loss margin for this project," Mercy said. Even if this endeavor had failed, Lex's pockets would've remained the same.

"You know me so well, Mercy," Lex craned his neck towards her and smiled. "It's never been about the money. I have enough money to last ten lifetimes. But the Scouters can provide me with the only things I've ever truly wanted; unlimited power and knowledge."


April 7th

Age 763 (2013), Themyscira

Diana was nervous. She could hear her heart thumping in her chest. It had started quietly but had grown excruciatingly loud. With each breath, the pace of the thumps grew faster and faster, their rhythm more chaotic. Her heart pounded so loudly it seemed her chest would explode at any given moment.

It was a miracle that no one around her heard it.

Nubia and Philippus flocked her sides as always, but they were oblivious to their queen's predicament. Their eyes were too busy scanning a massive crowd and navigating the sea of faces watching them. The ebony Amazons held razor-sharp spears in their firm grips and were clothed in the finest Themysciran armor. It was as golden as Helios and was so well polished that Diana's reflection in them appeared more lifelike than her. Other royal guards were present, but they stood along the steps that led up to Diana's throne.

Wonder Woman sat on a humble but plush chair that was raised on a platform. Io had constructed it, and the platform was elevated so high the ground seemed like a distant memory. A long flight of wooden stairs led to the bottom, and it required a tiring walk to get there. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle, but the practicality of the platform was lacking. But as Euboea had once said, "showmanship is a queen's calling card."

Murmurs from the crowd snapped Diana out of her reverie. They were growing restless, and she could not blame them. The sun was scorching. Wonder Woman was sweating through her lilac himation, and she had opted to wear as little clothing underneath it as possible. She could only imagine the misery of the Amazon blacksmiths, tapers, potters, and soldiers who were garbed in multi-layered attire.

Every living Themysciran resident was gathered in the coliseum today. They were packed like sardines, squished together amongst one another. Diana hadn't been alive then, but according to Philippus, this was the largest single Amazon gathering since Hercules had attacked their people in ancient times. Back then, the Amazons had assembled to defend their nation, but the purpose of today's meeting didn't require any violence, Diana hoped.

The Amazons had been called here to participate in a trial. Usually, the queen would dispense judgment unilaterally, but this was a peculiar case with a peculiar set of circumstances, and Diana was not her mother. Her time in man's world had influenced her to be more democratic. The civil war had affected everyone, and the people had a right to voice their opinions.

But beyond that, one of the main catalysts of the civil war shared Diana's blood. Donna shared her mother's face, mannerisms, and even her speech patterns. It was a complete conflict of interest which is why Diana refused to hand out a ruling on her own. Her bias was too strong, and her heart would be swayed by Donna's regret. Her sister had done irreparable harm to the Amazons, and those same Amazons would have to be her judge.

"Bring her out; we're tired of waiting!"

A booming voice from the crowd yelled. It was impossible to tell what section it had emerged from, but that didn't stop Diana's royal guards from barking out thinly veiled threats. Their intent was to protect their queen, but their actions only added fuel to the fire. More shouts rained down from the crowd, merging into a chorus of angry demands, and the voices of the royal guards were drowned out. Wonder Woman's options were withering, and she knew that only one thing would satiate the impatient citizens now.

Diana stood up from her chair, fixed her golden crown, and addressed her people. The first words were easy, but after them, she felt her throat run dry.

"Fellow Amazons, please be patient. I promise you that our court hearing will commence shortly."

The eyes of the crowd bore into Diana's skull. They all looked at her with varied expressions, and most of them weren't positive. Could they sense her fear? Her apprehension about doing what needed to be done? It was so unusual for her to be so timid and timorous, but fortunately for Diana, her words settled the crowd for the time being.

She settled into her seat and let out a deep sigh of relief. One hurdle had been cleared, but this was going to be the hardest thing she'd ever done during her short stint as queen. There was no way she could appease Donna and the Amazons. One party would be left sorely disappointed today. Her heart was torn, and it stretched further apart once the gate to the gladiator's entrance opened.

Donna was slowly led out of the gate by a convey of a dozen Amazons, with Euboea at the front.

Donna was showered with boos from the crowd the moment her head peeked out into the sunlight. She tried to shield her face from the sun's glare, but her enchanted shackles restricted her movements. Her wrists were bound so tightly it was a wonder they had any circulation. The Chains of Hephaestus lived up to their renowned fame.

Donna trudged along, grimacing every step of the way. She had known this moment would eventually come, but the outpouring of hatred was greater than anything she could've imagined. Her only ally today was her sister, who looked down at her sorrowfully, but Donna was no victim; she'd fully earned this treatment. The Amazons had nearly been destroyed because of her actions. Sure, she had been guided by Alkyone and Derinoe, but they were both dead, and she deserved as much blame as them for her choices.

Donna was ready to atone for her numerous sins, and a small portion of that atonement had already begun following the Amazon civil war. Her respects had been paid to the victims of the conflict during their funeral at the beach. That had been the first and easiest step, but everything after that had been arduous. She still vividly remembered the day when she'd surrendered herself to the royal guards. Diana had gone ballistic, but in the end, Donna had convinced her sister that her actions were for the best.

Morally, it had been the right thing to do, but it had been unwise for Donna to subject herself to imprisonment. Few others would have made that same choice. Prior to her surrender, Donna had been confined within the remains of the royal palace. She had been barred from venturing into the city as she awaited trial but had retained all her privileges otherwise. While other Amazons had rotted away in cells, she had enjoyed the splendor of royalty.

It was unfair, unjust, and preferential treatment. Diana had been oblivious to it, but Donna had watched the frustration of her sister's council grow each day. Another divide within Themyscira had brewed until Donna had finally bit the bullet. She approached Aleka, the royal guard who hated her the most, and begged to be taken to the dungeons. Aleka, who was still recovering from the wounds she'd suffered during the civil war, had been in no state to shackle her, so that duty had fallen on Nubia.

She and a host of other guards marched Donna to the dungeons, much to Diana's dismay. But the queen had listened to her sister, and after a few parting words, Donna had departed. The guards led Donna to her new home, which ended up being the same tiny cell Alkyone had inhabited for decades. The gods had a sick sense of humor.

Donna's time in the dungeon had been torturous. In some ways, it had been even worse than her stay in Doom's Doorway. Sure, there had been horrendous creatures and constant battles, but at least she'd had company. Diana had been by her side then, and even though her sister regularly came to visit the dungeon, things weren't the same. The queen couldn't stay forever; she had royal duties to attend to.

Whenever Diana left, the harsh realities of Donna's situation returned. None of the guards who delivered her food ever spoke to her, but they often left horrific messages on the dishes they served. The guards were unfamiliar faces, but their hate was as familiar as the hairs on Donna's skin. The messages they left regularly urged Donna to leave the island, to engage in self-harm, or to flat-out kill herself. Donna never mentioned the incidents to her sister, though.

As much as Diana wanted the Amazons to come together, heal and forget the past, human emotions couldn't be shut off so easily. The scars of the civil war ran too deep, and as long as Donna was alive, she would be the target of Themyscira's collective animosity, but that was her cross to bear, and today more than ever, it required all her strength to carry it. The raucous Amazons were in a frenzy as she walked across the dusty coliseum ground. Her legs felt like lead, and her buskins trembled with every step, but she pressed on.

Months in the dungeon had caused her hair to grow wildly; it was longer than Diana's now. Her thick black hair dangled to the bottom of her yellow chiton, and stray unruly strands brushed the ground as Donna walked toward the platform at the center of the arena. The sun was unrelenting, and by the time Donna made it to the steps of the platform, her brow was dripping with sweat. The convoy of soldiers around her wasn't faring much better either. They were so heavily drenched in sweat it looked like they had been dipped in oil, but their faces conveyed no emotions.

Euboea stepped aside and motioned for Donna to climb the stairs. She took one last look behind her, and up she went. None of the soldiers followed her. The steps reminded her of the ones on Mount Tartarus, but she had descended down those, and it was much easier going down than coming up. When Donna finally arrived at the top of the steps, her sister was there waiting for her with a smile. Diana had gotten out of her chair the moment she'd seen her sister walking and eagerly embraced her with a warm hug as soon as she was in arm's reach.

"Are you well, sister?" Diana asked as she wrapped her arms around her sibling.

"As well as anyone in my condition can be," Donna answered truthfully. Her spirits were down, but she was alive, and that was all that mattered. Diana soothingly rubbed her back and nodded her head.

"We have much to discuss once your trial is over, but for now, we must commence the proceedings," Diana reluctantly broke the embrace and parted ways, returning to her would-be throne. Nubia and Philippus stepped forward and ushered Donna towards Diana's chair. Hippolyta's clone stood in front of it, frozen in place, until her sister began speaking.

"AMAZONS, THE HOUR IS FINALLY AT HAND. SO MANY OF YOU HAVE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT, AND IT IS NOW FINALLY UPON US!" Diana shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice rose to previously unheard decibels, and everyone in the crowd hushed.

"BUT BEFORE WE BEGIN, THERE IS ONE THING I MUST SAY. SHORTLY AFTER THIS TRIAL, I WILL BE BRIEFLY STEPPING AWAY. I PLAN TO RETURN TO MAN'S WORLD FOR A WHILE, AND ONCE I'M GONE, PHILIPPUS WILL REIGN IN MY STEAD," Loud rumbling broke out through the crowd. Many of the Amazons were displeased with the news, there was still so much work to be done on Themyscira, but ultimately there was nothing they could do about it. They begrudgingly accepted Diana's words.

"I WILL RETURN; I SWEAR IT ON THE GODS," Diana assured the crowd. "BUT THAT IS THE FUTURE, AND WE ARE IN THE PRESENT AND IN THE PRESENCE OF ALL MY AMAZON SISTERS; I ASK, WHAT WILL DONNA'S FATE BE?" Diana looked at her sister, and they locked eyes. They prayed for the best, but as the answers from the people poured in, it was clear that Donna's suffering had only yet begun.


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Q/A:

guardianx15: The injection Poison Ivy gave to Harley granted her toxic immunity, enhanced strength, and a few other things. In New Suicide Squad Vol. 1 #3, she falls out of a building while fighting Duela Dent and is unharmed after landing on a car that she dented. She also kicks Duela Dent into a car, wrecking it. Aside from that, Harley has displayed other feats of enhanced strength. Her strength isn't on Wonder Woman's level or anything like that, but she's much stronger than the average person.

ENDDRAGON369: I still don't quite understand your question. I've incorporated bits and pieces of storylines from actual DC comics and will continue to do so.

Jackalope89: Harley escaped with the remaining members of the Alpha squad. Killer Croc's body was left behind.

scl04: The fallout from the Suicide Squad's failure will be messy. Amanda Waller's neck is on the line, and now her secrets are at risk. She has plausible deniability to the public since this fiasco will be hard to prove, even with Vegeta as a witness. But, now, the Justice League and Argus will be aware of her nefarious activities, and they can go after her in ways the legal system can't. As for Harley Quinn, you'll see her soon.

Guest: Wonder Woman no tiene problema en matar, lo hará si es absolutamente necesario. Más adelante en la historia, eso probablemente la pondrá en desacuerdo con el resto de la Liga de la Justicia cuando se enfrenten a las acciones de los Z-Warriors. Por lo tanto, Gohan no tendrá dificultades para elegir un bando en el debate entre matar y no matar.

Guest: Lady Shiva already has a child. Tien is Cassandra Cain's father in this story.

MewLover9000: I don't currently have any plans for Mongul, but that could change. I don't know much about him. I'd have to do some research before I include him in this story.

Vault Hunter: What you said is true. The Justice League would take preventive measures to stop Dr. Gero before things got out of hand, but this version of the Android saga is going to be a lot different than canon. I plan to incorporate a DC story arc within the Android saga, and things will be a lot trickier for the heroes.