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Chapter 65: Boiling Point IV


April 7th

Age 763 (2013), Themyscira

"You've barely said a word since we left the arena. Are you alright, Your Highness?" Philippus asked. She dropped the plump roasted drumstick in her hand and grabbed the napkin beside her plate to wipe her mouth. Her lips were still partially oiled when she finished, but they were less of a mess. She turned her neck and faced the head of the dinner table where the queen sat, dejectedly prodding her spaghetti with a fork.

"Your Highness," Philippus called out again, and this time the young queen responded.

"What were you saying, Philippus?" Diana asked as she stopped swirling her food. It had consumed most of her attention for the evening, but she had barely eaten anything off her plate. Two large meatballs were untouched, along with a buttery piece of garlic bread, and at most, Diana had taken two, maybe three bites of her pasta.

"Philippus was asking you if you're okay," Nubia answered in her place. She and Philippus shared a worried look from across the table; something was seriously wrong. Diana only accepted being called Your Highness in public. In private, the queen would regularly chastise her guards for using that honorific, but she had just responded to her title with no qualms.

"My mind is admittedly elsewhere….." Diana's voice trailed. She propped her elbows on the table and interlocked her fingers. "My thoughts remain with my sister. I can think of nothing else besides her," Her tone was as sad as the look in her eyes. Diana's face was usually brimming with a warm smile, but a grimace had swallowed all the joy her features possessed.

"I think the people were fair to Donna," Philippus said honestly. Hippolyta's clone had avoided execution even after her catalog of crimes. "In truth, I expected the Amazons to be harsher."

Nubia nodded in agreement. "With Derinoe and Alkyone dead, your sister became the sole focus of Themyscira's frustration and rage. She overthrew our beloved former queen, your mother, and started a civil war that plunged us into darkness. In the end, she did the right thing by joining forces with you and cleaning up her mistakes, but the Amazons didn't witness Donna's journey to redemption; only you did."

"The Amazons weren't personal witnesses, but my words should've been enough!" Diana angrily banged her fist on the marble table. It swayed, and all the cutlery, dishes, and candles on it threatened to fall off, but Nubia and Philippus swiftly grabbed hold of the table's frame. "I'm…I'm sorry for the outburst," Diana quickly apologized after she realized what she'd done, but Philippus waved her off.

"I witnessed your mother do things ten times worse than this during her fits of rage," Philippus chuckled as the memories came rushing back. Queen Hippolyta was less level-headed than Diana, but fortunately, she hadn't possessed her daughter's monstrous strength.

"That's assuring to know, but that still doesn't excuse my behavior. I'm letting my frustration get the best of me," Diana placed a hand on her throbbing forehead and soothed it. "I've been a character witness for my sister numerous times. After the civil war, I personally stood in front of our people and told them about Donna's heroic deeds. The war couldn't have been won without her, but all of that was forgotten about at the coliseum."

"The people didn't forget, Your Highness; they just couldn't overlook her past deeds. The civil war cost you your mother, but you weren't here for the brunt of it. You weren't here when the initial violence broke out."

The queen wanted to argue, but the words were lumps in her throat. Nubia was right. By the time Diana had arrived in her homeland, Alkyone's forces had already overthrown Queen Hippolyta and ransacked the palace. Diana had only bore witness to minimal violence and bloodshed.

"Your Highness, you are hopeful, you see the best in people, and you believe that even the foulest of creatures can change. But most Amazons don't currently share your feelings or sentiments, especially after the horrors they were subjected to by your sister's hands. The healing process for Themyscira will be long and arduous."

"I know that, and I'm well aware of the situation Philippus, but I had hoped," Diana's mind scrambled for the words. "I had hoped that the Amazon's would be more lenient with their judgment, but the decision has been made, and there's nothing I can do about it now."

A hushed silence fell over the dinner table. Diana stabbed at her food once more, but her appetite was long gone. Eventually, Philippus gathered the words the queen needed to hear.

"While harsh, Donna's punishment won't last forever. She still has her whole life ahead of her, and if things play out as they should, Donna will have a chance to redeem herself in the eyes of her Amazon sisters, and that's what matters the most."

"But what if she dies during her rehabilitation? Themyscira has commanded Donna to complete more labors than Hercules, and each one is more dangerous than the last," Though the Amazons despised the demigod, the tales of Hercules were well known. His trials and tribulations had once been the nursery rhymes of every Grecian child.

"If Donna is anything like Queen Hippolyta, looks aside; she'll shoulder that punishment with her head held high," Nubia added sagely.

"I suppose you're both right," Diana sighed and reclined into her chair. "Donna fought side by side with me in Doom's Doorway; she should be more than capable of achieving what was asked of her, but I am her sister, and I will always worry."

"Just like you worry about your husband and your son?" Philippus asked in between chomps of her chicken.

"Yes, they dominate almost all my thoughts. Some day very soon, I hope to bring them to Themyscira, but things must settle down first. You would love my son Philippus; his mind is far sharper than mine was at his age. He would be your greatest student."

"That is extremely high praise, Your –" Philippus altered her words mid-sentence when she caught a glare from her queen. "Diana, I mean Diana," Wonder Woman's icy look melted into a smile, and Philippus continued. "I will do everything in my power to continue your rebuilding efforts and stabilize our nation while you are gone. Your absence will be greatly missed, but the fruits of your hard labor will continue flourishing even if you're not physically here to see it."


May 3rd

Age 763 (2013), Kami's Lookout

"What's he doing here," Yamcha's disgust was visceral as he made eye contact with Vegeta.

All around him, the Namekian refugees, Batman, Superman, other heroes he didn't recognize, Puar, Gohan, and even Piccolo were cheering, but their joy felt hollow in the presence of the Saiyan who had nearly destroyed the Earth.

"That's all you have to say? Not even a hello? Or how about I missed you, or I'm glad to see you," Bulma frowned as she walked toward her on-and-off boyfriend, who stood near the edge of Kami's Lookout. Yamcha's face was devoid of a smile, and his scowl was so fierce his lips resembled the animal he was often called. Bulma was practically invisible to him as she sauntered ahead. Yamcha didn't even comment on her outfit, and it was his favorite dress, the one that accentuated her curves the most. It was a skin-tight one-piece pink bodycon dress with cleavage ample enough to give Master Roshi a nosebleed.

"A lot must have changed since I died. How the hell is Vegeta walking around freely? You all know what he did and what else he planned on doing when he arrived on Earth. Let's not even mention his exploits on Namek," Yamcha hadn't personally witnessed those events, but his friends and King Kai had shared the grim details with him. Vegeta was a monster.

"This is supposed to be a celebration for you and Krillin," Bulma placed her soft hands on Yamcha's cheeks and rubbed his face. His scars felt as rugged as ever, and his trademark orange Gi displayed all his rippling muscles. Krillin was currently hugging Gohan and recounting old times. The former monk was happy; why couldn't Yamcha be?

"If you wanted this to be a real celebration, you should've kept Vegeta wherever the hell he was," Yamcha moved Bulma's hands aside. Thoughts of her touch had kept him motivated in the Otherworld. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, but Vegeta's presence was ruining everything.

"Yamcha has a point; Vegeta shouldn't be here," Batman said. He stood outside the crowd gathered around Krillin. He'd been against Bulma's idea from the jump. "Vegeta belongs in an Argus cell, and that time will come soon enough."

"This planet will burn before I let that happen again, Manbat," Vegeta said with his arms crossed. He wore the same Battle Armor he had died in. Batman's eyes narrowed, and the prince knew he had struck a nerve. The dark knight hated how Vegeta intentionally twisted his name. "I'm only here because I have to be. I don't know this buffoon, and I damn sure don't care who he is."

"Watch your mouth, Vegeta!" Bulma snapped as she whipped her head around. The Saiyan stood beside Superman, who looked all too eager to teach the prince some manners.

"I don't understand how Bulma tolerates you. I've spent a few minutes around you, and I'm already at my wit's end."

"That's a shame because that's all you pathetic Kryptonians ever had. Without your intelligence, you're even more useless than the Earthlings," Vegeta said smugly. His jabs at Superman's species were without end, but Kal-El's restraint was even greater than Vegeta's arrogance.

"For all the might the Saiyan's possessed, they died just like the Kryptonians. Both of our homeworlds were destroyed by Frieza in the end, so your insults are meaningless." Clark had dealt with his fair share of bullies throughout his life, and they had all taught him valuable lessons about self-control. Vegeta was the latest would-be-bully on the block, but Clark's skin was thick as the bullets that regularly bounced off it.

"Vegeta's a prick, we all know that, but am I the only one who's bugging out at the fact we just witnessed a real-life resurrection?" The Flash asked in awe as he turned to his teammates. He, Superman, and Martian Manhunter had been put in charge of guarding the Saiyan. Things had been relatively uneventful until Porunga had been summoned.

J'onn J'onzz, as stoic as ever, calmly replied. "It was fascinating, Flash. I heard tales of the Dragonballs back on Mars but witnessing their power in action is beyond description. I can fully understand now why Amanda Waller was so adamant about collecting the Dragonballs."

"Amanda Waller?" Yamcha repeated the name with confusion. "Who is that? Who are you guys? What else have I missed since I was gone?" The lone wolf ran a hand through his long shaggy hair.

"There's a lot you and Krillin have to catch up on," Bulma grabbed Yamcha's hand. "The world has drastically changed since you died."

"If you like, I can telepathically show you all the events that you've missed," Martian Manhunter offered. Yamcha looked apprehensive, but Krillin was excited about the prospect. The former monk parted the sea of people around him and approached J'onn.

"If I called you a Namekian, I know I'd be wrong, but you do share a resemblance to them," Krillin chuckled while scratching his temple. Large tick marks appeared on Piccolo and J'onn's foreheads.

"I'm a Martian. Just because I'm green, that doesn't mean I'm a Namekian."

"Point taken," Krillin nodded and decided to switch gears. The Martian's annoyance was clear as day. "So, how do we start? Do we need to make skin-to-skin contact, or will you just put the memories in our minds?"

"I'll insert the memories into your minds; it won't take long."

As soon as the words left Jonn's lips, the process began. Yamcha and Krillin were momentarily frozen as the memories from J'onn flooded their minds. It was overwhelming, and by the time the Martian was done, both Earthlings needed a moment to gather their bearings.

"That….was a lot," Krillin said as he held onto Gohan for support. The hybrid had wasted no time running over to assist his friend.

"You'll be fine; just give it a few seconds," Gohan assured. He'd witnessed various members of the Justice League experience the same feeling as Krillin in Bulma's living room earlier in the year.

"There was an alien invasion with mind-controlling starfish?" The words were even more absurd than they sounded coming out of Yamcha's lips.

"I couldn't believe it either when I first heard about it," Bulma laughed and gave Yamcha's hand a squeeze. He looked so cute when he was befuddled.

"Since everyone's all caught up now, only one question remains; when will Goku return?" Superman asked the question that dangled on the tips of everyone's tongues.

"Porunga said that Goku doesn't want to return right now. That's extremely selfish considering the situation," Batman's eyes fell on Gohan. The boy needed his father, especially since Wonder Woman had vanished.

"I'm sure my dad has a good reason," Gohan declared loudly. He didn't like how Uncle Bruce's eyes hovered over him. "He's probably doing something important in space."

Batman wished he could be as hopeful as Gohan, but reality wouldn't allow him to. "There's nothing more important than a parent spending time with their child. Nothing," He repeated the word to reiterate his point. No matter how busy Thomas and Martha Wayne had been, they'd always made time for their son.

"Both of you have strong points," J'onn's eyes flickered back and forth between Gohan and Batman. "But I must side with Gohan. I've never had the pleasure of interacting with Son Goku, but the little I know leads me to believe he's a good man. He wouldn't refuse to come home if there wasn't a strong valid reason."

"You idiots don't know anything," Vegeta scoffed, earning glares from everyone present. "A Saiyan's primary objective in life is to fight, nothing more, nothing less. We crave battle; we lust for it. It's the sole reason for our existence. Kakarot may be a pitiful excuse for a Saiyan, but he's still a Saiyan nonetheless. He's most likely in space, battling the remnants of Frieza's empire."

"If that's the case, that's beyond admirable," The Flash applauded. Vegeta's words seemed in line with Goku's character.

"That does seem like something Goku would do," Piccolo mumbled.

"Speaking of Frieza's empire, it's been months since Hal contacted us. Who knows what he's up to in deep space?" Superman tilted his head and looked past the clear blue sky, peering into the depths of the solar system.

"I'm sure he's faring well. Even though he's far from us, he's still a member of a team, the most highly decorated one in the Universe," Martian Manhunter reminded Superman. Hal had rubbed him wrong during their initial meeting, but he was a vital cog of the Justice League.

"I can't wait to meet him; hopefully, he's as cool as you guys," Krillin chirped. Hal's feats during Starro's invasion were ingrained in the former monk's memory banks now.

"There's no telling when he'll return, him or Aquaman," Batman grumbled. The Atlantean king had ignored all his calls in recent months. Arthur's first and foremost priority would always be the sea and his kingdom.

"Aquaman does have an entire nation to rule," Barry Allen shrugged. The king's absence was understandable.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you," Grand Elder Moori suddenly said. He'd been silent during the duration of their conversation, but a new discussion was more pressing. "The Dragonballs will become active again in September. We can use them to complete our remaining wishes, but how do you plan to stave off any would-be thieves?"

Superman frowned. He knew exactly what Moori was referring to. "The Justice League will take care of Amanda Waller."

"Just like you took care of her when she sent multiple squads to attack Bulma's home? You clowns did a splendid job," Vegeta's head leaned back, and his throat erupted with hysterical laughter.

"One good hit, I swear one good hit is all I need," Yamcha balled his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. All these heroes were assembled, and none of them raised a finger to silence Vegeta.

"Please, with your power level, you wouldn't even be worth killing," Vegeta rolled his eyes at Yamcha. Bulma was doing her best to keep him calm but was failing miserably. "If you need a woman to protect you, you're no warrior at all."

"Don't listen to him, Yamcha; he's just trying to provoke you. That's what he does to everyone. He's a dumbass but ignore him, please," Bulma begged and pleaded. She kept her face in Yamcha's direct line of vision and followed his eyes each time he tried to shift his gaze. "Please, Yamcha, he's not worth it."

The lone wolf growled in frustration. His pride was hurting. Vegeta had put Bulma in grave danger and was now mocking his manhood. He knew he stood no chance against the prince, but pride stood outside the bounds of logic. His fists were aching to pummel Vegeta's face, but Bulma's blue eyes tempered the storm in his heart.

"I'll get you another day, Vegeta," Yamcha begrudgingly said while lowering his fists. The words were as bitter as acid in his mouth.

"That's the wisest decision you've ever made," Vegeta gave him a golf clap. "Now that things are all wrapped up in a neat little bow, can we leave? I need to resume my training.

"As much as I hate to agree with Vegeta, my stomach is rumbling. Next time you guys should resurrect me with some food in my belly," Krillin rubbed the back of his head and laughed. He'd been brought back with the Battle Armor he'd worn on Namek, but nothing else besides that.

"You heard the midget Bulma, chop-chop. Grab your things so we can leave. I want to get back to Capsule Corp as soon as possible," Vegeta nearly blasted off into the sky, but Superman's firm grip kept him lodged in place.

"Capsule Corp? What's Vegeta doing there? What's he talking about, Bulma?"

Yamcha's facial expression was one that Bulma knew all too well. Her next pair of words would transform his bewilderment into fury. "Vegeta lives with me now."


May 18th

Age 763 (2013), Apokolips

"Lashina, hit her again," Granny Goodness ordered. The grey-haired commander of the Female Furies sat in a chair on a balcony overlooking one of Apokolips's numerous training pits. Her latest student was powerful but irascible. Princess Koriand'r was a petulant child, but Lashina's whip would tear off her flesh piece by piece until all that remained was a humble servant for

Darkseid.

Lashina took immense pleasure in her duties. She was sadistic, cruel, and conniving, all the characteristics that Darkseid admired. Her uniform was obsidian, as black as the lord of Apokolips's heart. Parts of her outfit and her face were wrapped in white bandages, but what was visible was alluring enough to ensnare any man. Her physique was perfection; there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body.

The towering Apokoliptian smiled from ear to ear, her black lips curving into a devilish smirk each time her electric whip made contact with Koriand'r's orange skin. The Tamaranean screamed, howling at the top of her lungs. She cried for help, for mercy, for her father or mother, but no one came, no one ever did. Her begging only made Lashina whip her harder, more violently.

Female Furies weren't supposed to beg or plead, they were unrelenting, and the only thing they feared was Darkseid. Mercy was a weakness, a flaw that deserved elimination. That was Granny's first lesson, a lesson that didn't seem to compute in Koriand'r's brain, and because of that, she was forced to relearn it daily. Eventually, the ideal had to click in Koriand'r mind, or else she would die.

Lashina's white whip turned burgundy as she continued the lashing. Koriand'r squirmed on the ground like the maggot she was, desperately trying to protect her face but to no avail. The Tamaranean's hands shielded her eyes and lips, but Lashina's whip forced Koriand'r to drop them. The pain was too immense; rivulets of blood dripped down Koriand'r's tiny hands, and her starbolts, which had saved her so many times, could not be conjured. Blood splattered everywhere, drenching the dark Apokoliptian soil.

"That's enough, Lashina," Granny Goodness finally said. The bones in Koriand'r's hands were nearly visible now, and a trail of blood followed them as the princess wailed on the ground. "Barda, give her a weapon."

The tallest female Apokoliptian stepped forward. She had observed the brutal sequence of events in silence along with the rest of the Female Furies in the shadows. She was a massive seven foot two barefoot and stood nearly seven foot four with the boots on her feet. She wore glittering gold and blue segmented armor that was topped off by an elaborate helmet that was even heavier than it looked. Big Barda, as they called her, was the leader of the Female Furies and the warrior Koriand'r feared the most.

"Get up!" Big Barda reached down and slapped Koriand'r so hard she saw double. The pain or her tears, the princess didn't know which one stung the most. The Tamaranean raised a wobbly leg and stood up. Everything ached and her clothes, which had already been rags, were in complete tatters. It took all her strength not to give into exhaustion and collapse, but Koriand'r knew that would only earn her an even more severe beating if she did.

"Fight," Big Barda tossed a sword at Koriand'r, and it narrowly avoided slicing her cheek. The Tamaranean princess ducked in the nick of time. The sword skid on the dirt behind her, and when Koriand'r turned to retrieve it, Big Barda attacked. Koriand'r was clubbed in the head by the only weapon Big Barda ever wielded; the Mega-Rod.

The Mega-Rod was a terrifying weapon. It was heavier than a boulder and it fired energy blasts like Koriand'r's starbolts but didn't rely on emotions. Koriand'r had been a victim of its might more times than she could count since she'd been kidnapped and taken to Apokolips. Once, Big Barda had allowed Koriand'r to steal the Mega-Rod, but the Tamaranean had been overwhelmed by its dark aura. The Mega-Rod constantly regurgitated Darkseid's propaganda, and anyone who brandished it was subject to mind control.

It felt like Koriand'r's skull would crack at any moment, and it nearly did as Big Barda repeatedly bashed her with the Mega-Rod. The Tamaranean's fluffy hair provided some form of defense, but not much. The princess grabbed her sword, which was surprisingly light, and stabbed Big Barda over her shoulder. The blade never reached its target, but it did force the giant Apokoliptian to back away.

Koriand'r spun around and charged at her opponent. Her hands still throbbed with pain, and the bleeding was profuse, but the princess ignored her current dilemma. Life as an inmate back on Takron-Galtos had taught her extreme focus. Only one thing mattered on that prison planet; survival, and the same rang true on Apokolips.

Koriand'r leaped off the ground and aimed a slice at Big Barda's head. The Apokoliptian was a tall ladder to climb, but the Tamaranean princess eventually arrived at her destination. Big Barda's expression was as blank as the constellations above Apokolips. She didn't react in any way, not even when Koriand'r brought down her blade. The princess swung it with all her strength, and the air swooshed around her, but her enemy evaded the attack with a simple sidestep.

Koriand'r's blade slashed the ground and left a deep incision that went on for half a mile. The Female Furies observing her fight had to jump out of the way to avoid the fissure. Koriand'r paused and marveled at her hand. Had that been her power or the blade? She inspected the weapon and quickly realized the answer. The rapier belonged to Kanto, Darkseid's favorite assassin; his name was inscribed on the pommel.

"Distractions during battle will cost you your life, Tamaranean!"

Big Barda's shout brought Koriand'r back to reality. The princess cursed under her breath, eyes flaring with panic, but it was already too late to avoid what she knew was coming. Seconds after the words left Big Barda's lips, a sizzling blast of energy slammed into Koriand'r's back. The Tamaranean shrieked and lost all control of her body. She slammed face first into the ground and chewed several piles of dirt as the beam from Barda's Mega-Rod pushed her across the training pit.

The behemoth Apokoliptian could've kept going and rammed Koriand'r right through the stadium that surrounded the training pit but stopped once the princess slammed into a wall. Big Barda would finish her off with her fists. Koriand'r's face was bleeding nonstop. The blood oozed from a large wound at the top of her forehead, making it difficult for her to see. She leaned an arm against the wall and spat out dirt along with a few broken teeth.

X'Hal, help me. The Tamaranean silently prayed, but her deity was billions of leagues away. The only god on this hellish world was Darkseid, the cause of her anguish. Koriand'r looked up and saw Big Barda soaring towards her with a fist outstretched. The punch would probably knock her unconscious, but Koriand'r was too tired and weary to care.

Go ahead, put me out of my misery!

The princess shut her eyes and waited for the strike, but it never came. A deafening boom echoed across the training pit, and when Koriand'r opened her eyes to see who it was, her knees gave out, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"Lord Darkseid, you honor us with your presence."


May 18th

Age 763 (2013), Mount Paozu

"Is all of this really necessary, Bulma?" Krillin asked with a sweatdrop as he observed the horde of workers in the back of the Son family residence.

"It's my Godson's birthday; of course, it's necessary," Bulma replied indignantly. She kept her eyes glued to her phone, never sparing Krillin a glance as she furiously typed on her keyboard. "Gohan only turns five once."

"But don't you think this is a little bit too much, especially for a five-year-old?" Krillin asked as he watched Bulma's workers set up multiple carnival rides. There was a roller coaster, a Ferris wheel, a fun slide, a drop tower, and even a Kamikaze. The list of rides was too plentiful to name; Krillin didn't recognize the others.

"I'm making up for last year. Gohan didn't get to celebrate his fourth birthday; he was stuck in the wilderness training with Piccolo," Bulma finally stopped texting and paused to frown. "And speaking of Piccolo, he better show up on time, or else this surprise party will be a failure. It's taken me weeks of planning to get everything in order."

The bill for Gohan's birthday party was going to be enormous. Bulma had spared no expense to ensure that her Godson had the perfect day. The carnival rides in the backyard were just a small part of the celebration. A massive catering order was on its way, and Bulma had booked all of Gohan's favorite musicians to perform a private concert on the stage her crew was building.

"Well, you're planning sure looks like it's paid off. Yamcha's keeping Gohan distracted, and the rest of the crew will be here at noon like you planned," Krillin said. Bulma had texted him the details of Gohan's surprise party last night. "I just wish Goku or Diana could be here. He tries to hide it, but Gohan really misses his mom. There's nothing like having that motherly touch around."

Bulma grimaced. "I know what you mean. Gohan's a tough kid, but he's still a kid. He needs his mom. There's only so much I can do as his Godmother. I try my best to – "

"Bulma, get behind me!" Krillin suddenly shouted. He clenched his fists and settled into a fighting stance. "There's a huge power level approaching us."

"Who is it?" Bulma asked frantically. She stepped behind Krillin and toggled the apps on her phone, searching for the one that would alert the Justice League.

"I don't know who it is, I can't tell, but it's massive. Whoever it is will be here soon."

"I hope it's Goku. It better not be Vegeta because that would mean…." Bulma's voice trailed; she was apprehensive to even speak those words into existence. "Maybe it's the Green Lantern who came back to Earth, or maybe it's…..Diana?!"

Bulma and Krillin's eyes enlarged to the size of saucers as Wonder Woman slowly descended from the sky. Her unblemished skin was as olive as Bulma's outfit. Diana landed in front of her friends and smiled, though her confusion was easy to read.

"What's going on?"


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Q/A:

Tomorrow-man15: I don't really have any plans for the Saiyans and their tails. They may or may not grow back at some point.

Ppsspp: This story will have more crossover pairings, but I can't speak on Android 18.

scl04: Bulma will have to keep Vegeta under her watchful eye for the time being. Dubbilex has his own personal reasons for aiding Amanda Waller. I have big plans for Lex Luthor coming up soon, and everything that's been going on will build up to something major. Diana is finally back on her way home, and the long-awaited Son family reunion is one step closer.

historiasrandom: Hermes cured the Amazons in chapter 56; the curse is gone.I can't say the exact number, but the Son family reunion will happen soon.

Maximum Rhapsody: Yes, there will be a story arc involving the kill vs. no kill ideologies; I've mentioned that before. The human Z-Warriors will have power increases. Lady Shiva and Cassandra will play an important role in an upcoming story arc.

gotham0101: I'm unfamiliar with that fan manga.

Kabuto S. Inferno: Yeah, unlike canon, Vegeta will actually have to face the consequences of his actions on won't be absolved so easily like he was in DBZ. Wonder Woman has a lot to catch up on. The world has radically changed since she's been gone, and her interactions with Vegeta are sure to be chaotic. Yes, I plan to incorporate other elements of the DC universe, like the Teen Titans and Young Justice; this isn't strictly a Justice League crossover story.

Anonymous Mastermind: Goku ranks amongst DC's most skilled fighters in terms of pure martial arts ability.

Vault Hunter: Everyone will collectively battle the Androids; it won't be similar to the Namek saga. You'll see what I mean when the Android saga starts.