Chapter 1

After the formidable Buu was vanquished, Earth Prime (DB) basked in a hard-won tranquillity. Yet, in the depths of an unassuming cavern, a solitary light began to pulsate. A screen flickered to life amidst the stillness, its glow casting stark shadows on the ancient walls. "Test number 5603842: SUCCESS," it declared. "Omega Protocol has been initiated."

A tiny hole in the fabric of reality appeared, its edges fraying as it slowly expanded. It unveiled the stark emptiness of a void beyond, a darkness so profound it seemed to consume the very light around it.

From the top of a strange device, a transparent tube arose, filled with a swirling, liquid that appeared to pulse with life, as if inhabited by countless minuscule beings. Suspended from above, a mechanical arm adorned with metallic talons extended gracefully. It secured the tube with precision and nestled it into a sleek, obsidian box, alongside a large sleek looking tablet and a grasshopper looking device with large wings nestled within. The moment the arm sealed the enclosure, the box underwent a wondrous transformation, its joints and seams seamlessly melding into a singular, smooth artefact. With a deliberate motion, the arm hoisted the now immaculate container and cast it into the void.

The void quickly closed behind, No sooner had it closed then a new void began to open, "Phase 2 Initiated" glowed the screen.

Earth Two (DC)

Clark's life was far from ordinary. Losing his dad, Jonathan, at age five left a void in his heart, and his dreams were haunted by the thought that he couldn't save him. School was a battleground, where his brilliance made him stand out, but not in a way he wanted. By seven, his intellect was off the charts, and his thoughts raced faster than anyone could keep up.

At eight, Clark's powers began to emerge. Micro seconds of unexpected super speed sent him tripping.

Once, Clark accidentally tripped because of his super speed suddenly turning on and off and he tripped right into the biggest boy in school, causing the kid's drink to spill all over his shirt. Everyone laughed, but the laughter was short-lived. The boy glared at them with a menacing look, and silence fell over the room. "I'm so sorry," Clark said, his tone sincere. "It's too late for apologies," Paul retorted, "you're in big trouble now." Just then, the headmistress walked in. "What's going on here?" she demanded. No one uttered a word, and within moments, the room was deserted, leaving only Clark and Paul behind. "I tripped," Clark explained. Ms. Cline, clearly annoyed, responded, "Not that excuse again. You trip and cause more accidents than anyone else. I'm convinced you do it on purpose. This is your final warning, Mr. Kent. Now clean up this mess!" "Yes, Ms. Cline," Clark replied obediently. "And Paul, why are you still standing there? Go clean yourself up," the headmistress continued.

Paul left the room reluctantly, shooting Clark a menacing glare. As the headmistress exited, Clark tidied up the mess, his thoughts dark fed up with life. Unfortunately, the day only brought more challenges. On his way home from school, Paul sprung out, blocking Clark's path. "Where do you think you're going, loser?" he taunted, shoving Clark with force. Yet, Clark stood unflinching, his newfound strength from the winter's transformation keeping him steady. Paul's face twisted in confusion.

Behind Clark, Mike and Tim appeared, egging on the confrontation. "Kick his butt!" they cheered. But Clark remained calm, his stance unwavering. "I'm not going to fight you, Paul," he said firmly.

Paul sneered, trying to provoke him further. "Fine, if you won't fight, then lick the juice off my shoes, its your fault that theu are covered in it" he demanded, thrusting his foot forward. Clark glanced at the soiled shoe but shook his head. "I won't do that either. Fighting or humiliating myself isn't the answer," he declared, stepping around Paul and continuing on his way home. As Clark walked away, Paul reached out to grab his arm. Unaware of Paul's intentions, Clark, still adjusting to his newfound strength, inadvertently flicked his arm, sending Paul tumbling into the nearby bushes. The unexpected motion left Paul sprawled among the leaves, while Clark continued on, oblivious to the minor chaos left in his wake.

Mike and Tim eyes went wide, mouths open, darting there eyes between Clark and Paul, not sure how to explain what just happend, but as always with human minds an hour later they had it all explained away as some freek trip, or gust of wind.

Then there was the time in the middle of class when a sudden bursts of super hearing made Clarks entire head feel like it would explode making him scream out loud. He got detention for that one. The teasing from his classmates stung, but Clark's resilience grew with each challenge.

Martha, his mom, was his rock. Despite her age and the demands of the farm, she raised Clark with a strength that defied her years. Clark always felt different, and as he grew, so did his powers. But with his mom's support, he learned to see his uniqueness not as a burden, but as a gift.

As a teen, Clark's abilities no longer controlled him—he controlled them. He learned about where he came from and transformed from the clumsy kid in class to someone who could make a difference.

Finally Clarks days of education were done and dusted, and with that the responsibility's of adulthood started to begin.

A few years later, on the Kent farm, Clark had spent a long day harvesting the summer wheat. With his super speed and strength, he managed to harvest the entire crop in a single day. The family's combine harvester was broken and beyond their means to repair, but Clark had ingeniously modified it so he could push it along while the rotating blade and suction pipe still functioned via the engine. Using his heat vision, he had welded an old trailer frame to the side of the combine, allowing him to attach a skip-sized container that could hold about a ton of grain. It took a full day of back-and-forth effort for Clark to finish the task, and even though the sun shone brightly, providing him with ample energy, by evening time, Clark was exhausted.

After he and his mother enjoyed dinner together he took a long well earned shower. Clark then went strait to bed, so as to get a early start the next morning. A few hours in to the night though, a small void began to emerge in his room. It grew larger and larger, starting to curve and encompass Clark and his bed. Blue energy emerged from the void, covering his body in a blue, sparkling energy. Clark woke up screaming in agony, unable to move. The dark void was gradually consuming more and more of his body.

Suddenly, Martha burst in. Upon seeing the scene unfolding before her, she knew there was only one thing she could try. She dashed as fast as her aging frame would allow, nearly tumbling down the stairs. She rushed to the front door, turning on the porch light and opening the unlocked door, then she darted across the grounds to the barn, out of nowhere Clark screamed so loud that the windows of his room blew out, and she was nearly pushed to the ground.

Undeterred she opened the barn door and lifted the cover off the bunker. With all her might, she tried to opened the hatch but it was no use, it had been many years since it was last opened and rust and age and made the hatch oppose her efforts. With one last effort using everything she had she pulled and pulled , the squeaking hinges stubbornly moved and finally granted her access.

Many years ago, when Clark was three, he had been playing in the barn amd was severely injured. His parents had rushed to him, not knowing what to do. Just as they where about to rush him to hospital, a green glow surrounded him from his ship, and a few seconds later, he was fine. After that, Jonathan had the bunker dug and hid the ship inside. Martha knew the ship was Clark's only hope.

Now inside she reached the ship, she frantically searched for something to press, but finding nothing, despair set in. She fell to her knees and rested her forehead on the ship. "Please do something, please," she whispered. Silence, nothing happened at first, but slowly she heard a slight hum. Then the ship took off strait up, blasting Martha into the wall and ripping straight up through the floor and roof of the barn. Once in the air, the ship shot straight for Clark, ripping a huge hole in the side of the house.

Clark was now almost entirely covered by the void. The ship flew into the blue beam at such speed that the shockwave blasted out the remaining windows aiming at the blue beam. After intercepting the beam of energy, Clark felt his strength renew and he quickly moved out of the void just as it finished enclosing the ship and bed. The next moment, there was a quiet pop, and the ship, bed, and all were gone.

Clark sat there stunned for a moment regaining his breath and thoughts. It took a while until he realized something was not right, his super hearing heard the faint, rasped words, "Clark, Clark, Clark" In an instant, Clark was standing next to his mother's battered and bruised body. He fell to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. Martha looked up at her son. "I'm so proud of you, Clark," she said. With that, she used her remaining strength to lift her hand to Clark's face. "Never forget I love you." With that, her hand dropped to her side as she passed away.

Clark was silent; he just stayed there for what felt like an eternity. Then his anger came forth, and he let out the loudest scream he had ever produced. The resulting shockwave blasted off the rest of the roof and blew out every window in the house. Clark was now all alone for the first time in his life.

He just sat there lost, not really thinking or feeling anything, then he heard the sirens getting closer. He should have moved but he just couldn't. The next thing he head was "Hands above your head"

Meanwhile In the shadowed depths of Earth Prime (dB), a hidden cavern concealed a dire secret. The display within flickered ominously, declaring "Final Stage Initiate." As a section of the cave wall slid away, it unveiled an arsenal of small cubic containers, each one cradling thousands of genetically modified mosquitoes. Suspended by drones, these containers quietly dispersed to the far corners of the globe, each drone a harbinger of doom ready to release it's payload

Unbeknownst to the world, the mosquitoes began their silent invasion, integrating into ecosystems with deadly precision. For a month, their presence went unnoticed other than the occasional bite, as the virus incubated harmlessly within hosts. Then, without warning, the first symptoms surfaced. Mild discomfort quickly escalated to a global emergency. Within mere hours, the virus claimed lives with ruthless efficiency, leaving no survivors in its wake.

Amidst the turmoil, individuals like Krillin, Vegeta, and Bulma started to fall ill even their extraordinary strength was no match for the microscopic menace. The world watched in despair everyone was overcome by the modified plague.

The first sign of trouble for Goku was the sudden drop in Krillin's energy. Without hesitation, Goku used Instant Transmission to reach his side. There, he found Krillin lying in bed, his life slipping away. "Goku..." were his final words before he passed, leaving Android 18 in a flood of tears, immune to the virus that had claimed their daughter.

Then, a sinister laugh echoed in Android 18's mind. "Serves you right," Dr. Gero's voice sneered. Panicked, she clawed at her left ear, trying to rid herself of his presence, but it was too late. An explosion ensued, and in an instant, Android 18 was no more.

Goku stood frozen, his mind racing with plans to bring them back, but his thoughts were interrupted by the fading energy of Dende. Again, he teleported instantly, but arrived only to witness Dende's last moments. Without Dende, there would be no Dragon Balls.

One by one, Goku's friends succumbed to the mysterious plague, and despite his power, he couldn't save them. Even his own family wasn't spared. By midnight, Goku found himself utterly alone on planet Earth, cradling his wife in his arms.

"How did this happen? They're all gone," Goku pondered in solitude. His grief turned to rage, and a burst of energy erupted from him, shaking the very core of the planet.

authors note:

Yes the door was unlocked. this earth is set in in the late 70 early 80. my parents always told me the often left doors unlocked when leaving the house back then.