Authors Note:

I have re-upload this chapter, part of it was corrupted, this reuoload fixes that.

The plan was to release this chapeter next week. However I got absorbed in it and finished it way quicker than I intended. I have put off some jobs I need to do so I wont be able to write for the next few days. Hope you enjoy the early release.

Earth 1 (Dc)

The detective's office was dimly lit, the blinds casting long shadows across the room. Clark sat on the hard wooden chair, his hands trembling as he stared at the cold, metal table. The floor looked like it had seen better days, and even though it was summer, the room was so hot that Clark thought they must have made the room as uncomfortable as possible. Clark looked up to see the detective pace back and forth, his face etched with frustration.

"Why did you kill your mother?" Detective Harris demanded, slamming his fist on the table. His eyes bore into Clark's, searching for any sign of guilt.

Clark's mind raced. He had to be careful, had to choose his words wisely. "I didn't," he insisted, his voice steady. "I swear, I didn't kill her."

Detective Harris leaned in, his breath hot against Clark's face. "We found you at the scene. He spat, "You were the only one there. You didn't call the police. Your neighbours heard strange noises and called us 20 minutes before we arrived. This was plenty of time for you to call us. I think you were trying to make some type of explosive, somthing went wrong and Martha suffered for it. That's what it looks like to me. And if that's the case, you're going to be in for a world of pain."

Clark clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "It wasn't me,"

The detective's eyes narrowed. "Then what happened?" he challenged.

Clark hesitated. How could he explain? How could he make them understand, without revealing himself? He realized he needed to say part of the truth. "It was some type of ship," he finally said. "It crashed in our barn."

Detective Harris scoffed. "A ship? Really? You expect me to believe that? There wasn't any type of ship there. Next you will try telling me it was aliens"

Clark's anger flared. "I don't care if you believe me," he snapped. "It's the truth." Clark realized he made a mistake he should have never mentioned the ship. stupid stupid stupid. he berated himself.

Detective Harris shook his head. "This is insane," he muttered. "You're insane."

Clark's gaze hardened. "I loved my mother," he said, his voice low. "I would never hurt her."

The detective's expression softened slightly. "We'll find out the truth," he said. "Forensics will analyze the evidence. But until then, you're under arrest."

The cold metal handcuffs encircled Clark's wrists, a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. The room smelled of desperation and fear, a cocktail of sweat and anxiety. He glanced out the window, the world beyond a blur of lights and a distant siren.

He could break free. The thought echoed in his mind, a tantalizing whisper. After all, he had super strength and speed. The invincible man. The cuffs were nothing more than a nuisance, a mere inconvenience. But he hesitated.

His mother's face flashed before him—the woman who had raised him, loved him unconditionally. She had sacrificed everything for him, even her life. The memory of her final moments haunted him—the way she risked everything to get to the ship to save him. That ship, the stupid ship, how he wished it was him who had died and not her, she deserved better and her last words echoed in his ears: "Never forget I love you." Why wasn't I strong enough, thought Clark. First his dad now his mum, his anger at life and himself started to boil over. The cuffs started to strain under his tensing body, the chains between the cuffs stretching, the cuffs beginning to give way. But then he remembered what his mother had said. "Uncontrolled anger never leads to anything good, only bad" Clark was 8 years old and looking at fist-shaped hole in the middle of their living room wall. "Especially for you my son" she continued. "It may not be fair but never let your emotions dictate your actions" his mother said as she embraced him.

Clark clenched his jaw in realization of what he was about to do, he took a deep breath and began to relax allowing the now slightly misshaped cuffs to bite into his skin. The room seemed smaller, suffocating. He could have broke free. He could have shattered the cuffs, burst through the walls, and soar into the night. But he wouldn't. Not this time. Because sometimes strength wasn't about physical power; it was about restraint, about honoring the sacrifices made for love. His mother's sacrifice.

As the door creaked open, an old detective entered—a weary expression etched on his face. With a walking stick in hand and a slight limp, it took Clark a moment to recognize him. "Clark they are taking you up to "United States Penitentiary Leavenworth" until your trial. The governor wants to make an example out of you—a warning to others who might dare cross the line... Im sorry" he said, "I knew your mother and father well and they always spoke so proudly of you, I dont think you are responsible but it's out of my hands. Some powerful people want you to pay."

Clark nodded, his mind racing. What had attacked him? His room held the answers, and he needed to investigate without raising suspicion. Escape, check for clues, and return—those were his objectives... Then Clarks brain caught up with what the detective had said. "Powerful people he thought, who?"

An hour later, Clark found himself aboard a prison transport. His objective weighed heavily on his mind. The day became a blur as he mechanically went through the motions: check-in, strip search, changing into prison attire, and being escorted to his cell. Treated like a slab of meat, he began to feel a twinge of sympathy for the treatment of criminals.

The guard shoved him forcefully into the cell. It took all of Clark's effort to relax his body and allow the guard to push him in. His natural strength meant he always had to be cautious, to submit his body so as not to injure others. A simple bump on the street with a stranger could result in harm due to his immense power.

Clark surveyed his cell and settled on the bottom bunk. He closed his eyes and pondered his escape, how do i escape and return without notice. I could easily bend the bars, he thought, but that would make noise. Even if I managed to do it without raising an alarm, it would be nearly impossible to bend them back without it being noticeable.

As nightfall approached, Clark had devised a solution and braced himself for action. His cellmate slept soundly, oblivious to the impending chaos.

The lights where out but Clark waited and waited for everyone to be asleep, after a few hours he sprang into action, activating his heat vision to trigger the fire alarms. The blaring sirens echoed through the halls, lights flashing and confusion spreading everywhere with grones comming from startled sleepy inmates, as cell doors swung open chaos ensued. An authoritative voice urged everyone outside "Folow the red line in an orderly fashion" boombed the loudspeaker, guards appeared, battens at the ready to uses on any unruly prisoners.

As Clark left his cell he caught the words "gut him". Focusing his mind, he searched for the source. "Make sure to do it quickly," the voice instructed. Glancing around, Clark identified two men about four inmates behind. His x-ray vision revealed a shiv in one of their hands. He was desperate to escape but he couldn't ignore a potential murder.

He deliberately slowed his pace, letting one inmate after another overtake him until he was right behind the would-be assailant. In a flash of speed, Clark snatched the shiv from the inmate's grasp and slipped back into his place in line, unnoticed. With a powerful squeeze, he compressed the weapon into a tiny, roundish pellet and casually dropped it over the railing. The inmate was none the wiser focused too much on weaving through the inmates to his target. When he was behind his target he thrust his hand forward hitting the large man in his back expecting blood and the man to fall. However the big man just turned around, "why you little" he said while punching him in the face. In the next moments the hall turned into complete chaos.

Well this could work Clark thought.

Clark seized his moment. Accelerating to super speed, he whizzed past prisoners and guards alike. In mere seconds, he was outside the prison. Launching into the sky, he left a small crater behind. And in under a minute, he was back home, aware that it wouldn't be long before his absence was noted.

Clark's escape had been swift, but the mystery remained. What had attacked him? The bedroom held the key, and he was determined to unlock its secrets.

Meanwhile on Earth Prime (Db)

Goku lay on the ground, motionless, despair etched across his face. Time had passed—his growling stomach was proof, loud enough to startle the nearby wildlife. How had it come to this? Suddenly, an idea struck him. Leaping to his feet, he ignored the gnawing hunger. "The Namekian Dragon!" he exclaimed. Placing two fingers to his forehead, he tried to sense their presence, expanding his mind beyond the planet. But there was nothing—strange energies surrounded Earth, blocking his senses...

Hoping King Kai could assist, Goku searched for his energy signature. Yet, just like with the Namekians, there was only silence beyond Earth's atmosphere. Panic began to set in. Maybe he needed food. He devoured everything in the house before attempting to reach out again. After a day of fruitless searching for King Kai, Goku collapsed to his knees, pounding the earth with his fists, sending up clouds of dust and creating massive craters with each strike.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by despair, Goku finally succumbed to sleep. But rest did not bring peace; his slumber was tormented by nightmares. Visions of his friends and family in peril, planets consumed by darkness, and the overwhelming sense of failure plagued him. He tossed and turned, his mind a battlefield of fear and hopelessness. It was a restless night, filled with the shadows of what could have been and the echoes of enemies long vanquished, now haunting his dreams.

Earth One (Dc)

Clark hovered in the air, his gaze fixed on the van parked outside his house. Utilizing his x-ray vision, he located four men: three in the barn and one in his bedroom. Each held peculiar devices, waving them around and collecting samples. Clark tuned into the conversation of the trio in the barn. "We've been here six hours and still nothing," one man grumbled. "Don't complain," another retorted sharply, "if the big guy hears, you'll wish you hadn't been born."

The big guy?" Clark mused, his curiosity piqued. Time was of the essence; he needed to remove the man from his room. Gliding down, he opened the front door and strode in. At the foot of the stairs, he knocked on the wall, a bit too forcefully, causing cracks to form. The man upstairs promptly opened his door. Seizing the moment, Clark flew outside and entered his room through the gap left by the ship.

He didn't have long. With super speed and keen vision, he scoured the vicinity for any trace of the void's origin. Despite his relentless search, he found nothing. He yearned to observe the men further, but duty called—he had to return to prison before his absence was noted.

Swiftly, Clark flew back, sneaking into the prison yard just as the all-clear sounded. He trudged back to his cell with the other inmates, disheartened by the unsolved mystery. Sleep eventually claimed him, but his thoughts lingered on the identity of the men and their mysterious 'big guy.'

Earth Prime (Db)

Goku had been trying for two weeks to sense the Namekians or King Kai, but to no avail. After the second day, the weight of his friends' bodies lying exposed became too much to bear, and he decided to bury them. Now that two weeks had past he turned his efforts elsewhere, Goku thought of seeking out Korin Tower in hopes that a Senzu Bean might enhance his ability to sense others. It was a long shot, but he was willing to try anything.

Upon arrival, Goku was met with a tragic sight—Korin and Yajirobe were also victims of the catastrophe. Amidst his grief, he noticed a pouch on Yajirobe and found it contained five Senzu Beans. After laying his friends to rest, he consumed one of the beans and felt a surge of vitality—it was the first time he'd felt full since the disaster struck.

He attempted once more to sense King Kai, but again, there was nothing. Refusing to give up, Goku tried to detect any signs of life on Earth. He had tried several times before without success, but this time, something was different. A faint, unusual energy caught his attention. Perhaps his new location had something to do with it. With nothing left to lose, Goku focused, placed his fingers to his forehead, and used Instant Transmission, hoping to find the source of this mysterious energy.

Earth One (Dc)

Seven days had passed since Clark found himself confined within the stark walls of the prison. His trial loomed on the horizon, scheduled for the following day. The swiftness of the judicial process puzzled him, a stark contrast to the sluggish justice system.

Clark savored the rare luxury of a shower. The warmth was a brief respite from the cold reality of his predicament. As the steam rose, he noticed the bathroom had emptied, an ominous silence filling the space. Then, eight imposing figures entered, their heads shaved, bodies a canvas of inked threats. Two of them clutched shivs, their intentions clear as day.

Clark turned off the water, his movements deliberate. He dressed swiftly, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. The group fanned out strategically, three on each flank, with two advancing from the front.

Clark's mind was a fortress of calm. He couldn't afford to reveal his powers, yet he wouldn't succumb to fear. As the two front men closed in, Clark's stance was unwavering, a silent challenge to the unspoken threat. The confrontation was inevitable, but the outcome was not. Clark was ready, his resolve as impenetrable as steel.

As the two men approached, Clark stood tall, his posture calm yet assertive. "Gentlemen, I'm sure we can resolve whatever issue you have without violence," he said, his voice steady.

The men laughed, one cracking his knuckles menacingly. "We're not here to talk, pretty boy," he sneered.

Clark assessed the situation, noting the positions of the other six men. He needed to defuse the tension quickly. With a swift movement, he stepped forward, grabbing the lead aggressor's wrist and twisting it in a controlled, yet painful maneuver that had the man yelping in surprise.

"Listen carefully," Clark whispered, his grip unyielding. "I don't want trouble, but I won't be intimidated either."

The other men hesitated, their confidence waning as they saw their leader subdued by an unarmed man. Clark used the moment to his advantage, pushing the man gently but firmly against the wall, his eyes locking with each of the assailants in turn.

"This ends now," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. The men exchanged glances, their resolve crumbling. They had expected an easy target, not someone who could handle himself so adeptly.

Clark tightened his grip slightly, the pressure a silent demand for answers. "Who sent you?" he demanded, his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

The man grimaced, his defiance palpable even through the pain. "I ain't telling you nothing," he spat out between clenched teeth.

Clark's eyes narrowed. He knew he couldn't—and wouldn't—break the man's arm, but he needed information. With a calculated motion, he maneuvered the man away from the wall and gave a forceful shove. The man stumbled, his feet slipping on the wet floor, and he collided face-first into the wall.

Scrambling to regain his dignity and footing, the man cast a venomous look at Clark before retreating with his companions. Clark watched them go, his heart pounding not from fear, but from the exertion of restraint. He had won this battle with intimidation and control, not brute strength.

Earth Two (Db)

In the desolate remnants of a base that once housed the mighty Red Ribbon Army, a lone scientist toiled away on an invention shrouded in secrecy. Amidst the echoes of his work, an alarm pierced the air. He whirled around to confront an expanding void, out of which a dark artifact emerged, striking him and plunging him into darkness.

When consciousness returned, the void had disappeared, leaving only the artifact by his side. With a mix of caution and intrigue, he touched it, and it morphed instantly. A lid opened, revealing a tube, a tablet, and an grasshopper like device. Without warning, the grasshopper device sprang to life, its wings buzzing as it soared into the sky leaving a shocked scientist behind.

The scientist, still reeling from the shock, focused on the tablet. As he picked it up, a message glowed on the screen: "Hello Dr. Gero, the time for revenge has come.

Arthors Note:

I hope you enjoyed chapter two, i had fun writing it and Clarks interactions.

My hope for this story is to have weekly updates. Stay tuned for more, Like and review and see you next week..