Chapter 1: Destinies in Motion
The crimson sun of Krypton burned furiously in the sky, an ominous reminder of the impending doom that awaited the proud civilization. Towering crystalline spires shimmered under its fading light, their alien beauty soon to be reduced to cosmic dust. Inside the House of El's citadel, Jor-El, Krypton's greatest scientist, worked feverishly at the control console, his wife Lara standing beside him, her eyes filled with both sorrow and determination.
"Krypton's core is collapsing, Jor-El," Lara said softly, clutching their infant son, Kal-El, close to her chest.
Jor-El nodded grimly. "There is no more time. The Council will not listen. We must send him away—where he can survive."
A cry pierced the chamber, and Lara kissed Kal-El's forehead one last time before gently placing him into the small escape pod designed to carry him across the stars. Jor-El activated the launch sequence, the chamber shaking violently from the planet's death throes.
"Earth," Jor-El whispered. "A planet where he will be strong. He will be their hope."
Nearby, another pod stood ready, carrying Kara Zor-El, Kal's older cousin. Unlike Kal, Kara was older, nearly a teenager, and fully aware of the tragedy unfolding around them. "I'll find you, Kal," she promised, steeling herself as the pod sealed shut around her.
With a deafening roar, both pods launched into the dark expanse of space, leaving behind the dying remnants of Krypton. The world crumbled in their wake, consumed by fire and destruction.
As the pods sped away, Kara's trajectory suddenly veered off course, drawn into an unknown anomaly—a rift into the Phantom Zone. Her screams echoed through the void as she vanished, her pod trapped in an endless dimension of darkness.
Kal-El, however, remained on course, bound for Earth—where destiny awaited him.
Far across the universe, another tragedy was unfolding. The Saiyan homeworld, Planet Vegeta, hung in space like a war-torn jewel, unaware that its greatest enemy was preparing to strike.
High above the planet, a massive spaceship loomed, its hull gleaming with ominous light. At its core stood Lord Frieza, the tyrant who had ruled the Saiyan race from the shadows.
Inside a small medical bay, a lone Saiyan infant rested in a pod—Kakarot, a low-class warrior sent to conquer Earth. But fate had other plans for him.
Without warning, Planet Vegeta was engulfed in a blinding explosion as Frieza's wrath erased it from existence. The pod carrying Kakarot hurtled through space, away from the destruction of his home, towards an unknown future.
Two infants, from two worlds—one of science and one of warriors—were now destined to cross paths.
In the quiet town of Smallville, Kansas, the night sky was unusually bright, streaked with fire as a small pod descended from the heavens. Jonathan and Martha Kent, driving home along a lonely country road, slammed the brakes as the object crashed into a nearby field.
"What on earth...?" Jonathan murmured, stepping cautiously towards the smoldering crater. Inside, they found an infant with piercing blue eyes.
Martha gasped. "Jonathan, he's... he's a baby!"
From that moment on, the Kents took Kal-El in, raising him as their own and naming him Clark Kent. As Clark grew, he discovered his incredible abilities—strength beyond measure, flight, and invulnerability. He became the protector of Earth, known to the world as Superman.
But despite his heroism, he often wondered—was he truly alone in the universe?
13 years later
Halfway across the world, another pod crashed deep in the mountains of Mount Paozu. An elderly martial artist, Grandpa Gohan, stumbled upon the scene and found a wild, unruly child inside.
He named the boy Goku, and though the child was initially aggressive, a fateful head injury transformed him into a kind and carefree soul. Under Grandpa Gohan's guidance, Goku learned the basics of martial arts and grew into a cheerful and adventurous boy.
11 years later
In the depths of space, Kara's pod drifted silently for years within the Phantom Zone, until a cosmic rift tore open a gateway to reality. Her pod shot through it, hurtling towards Earth at incredible speed.
On Earth, the young martial artist Goku, now eleven years old, wandered the forests of Mount Paozu when he encountered a strange girl named Bulma Briefs.
Bulma, armed with a Dragon Radar, had come searching for the legendary Dragon Balls and convinced Goku to let her examine the mysterious orange ball his grandfather had left him.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a tremendous explosion in the distance.
"What was that?!" Bulma yelped, shielding her eyes from the falling debris.
Goku grinned. "Let's check it out!"
They raced through the trees, eventually finding a smoking crater. In its center lay a sleek silver pod, its surface covered in strange alien symbols.
Goku's eyes widened. "Whoa... what is it?"
Bulma adjusted her glasses, examining the pod closely. "This... this isn't from Earth!"
A faint hiss sounded as the pod's door creaked open, releasing a gust of cold air. Inside, a blonde-haired girl with an eerie resemblance to Superman groggily sat up. Her eyes, sharp and cautious, flickered to the two strangers.
"Where... where am I?" Kara mumbled, her mind clouded with confusion.
Before Bulma could respond, Kara's gaze locked onto Goku—and her eyes instantly narrowed in alarm. Her body tensed, and she pointed at him with accusation.
"A Saiyan!" she gasped. "Stay back!"
Bulma blinked in confusion. "Wait, what? He's harmless!"
But Kara was already stepping forward, her stance defensive, memories of Krypton's warnings about the Saiyan race flooding her mind.
Goku tilted his head, confused by her hostility. "Saiyan? What's that?"
Bulma groaned. "Oh boy... this just got complicated."
As the tension crackled in the air, destiny had brought three very different lives together—marking the start of an adventure unlike any other.
To be continued...