Superman vs. Goku: Rematch in Metropolis (PG-13 violence)

Topic started by puiwaihin on Aug. 28, 2011. Last post by puiwaihin 3 years, 1 month ago.
Post by puiwaihin (14 posts) See mini bio Level 3
The following are the first two chapters of a story I have published on fanfiction.net.  It is the sequel to my previous story: Goku vs. Superman: Confrontation on New Namek

Superman vs. Goku: Rematch in Metropolis

Notes on copyright issues: The characters Goku, Krillin, Number 18, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Gotenks, and Piccolo as well as the Namek race are the original creations of Akira Toriyama. "Superman" is a DC Comics property originally created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. All other characters appearing in this story are DC comics characters belonging to DC comics and the respective artists who created them. This work of "fan fiction" is an original story, however the characters used in the story belong to the aforementioned parties.

Chapter 1: Lex Luthor's Revenge

Down on a peaceful planet known as Earth, a short man in a fine white suit who had thick brown hair and a large, bushy mustache lay down on his back looking up into a sky that was a clear blue. Beside him sat a woman with short blond hair and eyes the exact color of blue topaz. She was looking up too. Neither was looking at the puffy clouds floating by nor the birds in the air.

Anyone close enough to see their eyes would notice that their pupils were dilated and their eyes were darting back and forth across the sky. Occasionally, the pair would simultaneously tilt their heads to watch another part of the sky. Any casual observer looking up above them would wonder what it was that they were looking at. But then they'd hear the thunder and start to notice tiny flashes of light. Who would guess they were watching a battle happening at such speed and such a distance that few beings could follow its progress?

High above the peaceful Earth, the Z Fighters responsible for keeping it peaceful were in a desperate fight. The mighty Namekian hero known as Piccolo was struggling to keep himself relevant in a battle of super beings that had long ago outstripped him in strength, speed, and power. His green muscles corded and tensed as they snaked around in angles that would be anatomically impossible for a human. But every attack he made, no matter how well timed and how well executed was defeated almost before it began.

With him, the young duo of Goten and Trunks were fused into a being of power beyond imagination: Gotenks. Yet the youth fought recklessly, their power often wasted in flashy displays and his attacks were often predictable, despite the occasional flash of insane creativity. What was worse, their over-eagerness to power up all the way to Super Saiyan 3 made his every mistake more costly, as each blow that landed on them drained more and more of his energy. Their fusion would last thirty minutes, but their energy would not last even that long.

Joining those two (or three, however you want to look at it) was the tall and competent Gohan. His mystically enhanced powers were equal to Gotenks, despite the two younger saiyans having greatly increased in power. Gohan's skills were better developed, combining aspects of both his father's and Piccolo's fighting styles. Despite this greater competence, Gohan was ineffective in his attacks, never taking any attack to the same extremes that the other fighters were willing to go.

"Come on, Gohan! You know what is at stake here! If you don't give it all you've got there's no way we can win! Think of the consequences!" Piccolo shouted.

To his credit, Gohan did try to follow his old mentor's instructions. He pushed himself to the edge of what he thought he could possibly do. Unfortunately for the three Z-Fighters, to stand a chance of winning he would have needed to go beyond the edge of what he thought possible to a whole new level of power and capability.

That was not to be. Instants later, a sharp knee caught the saiyan warrior in the stomach making his eyes bulge out. Piccolo, trying to spare the boy his next blow, rushed in but was felled by a powerful chop to the neck that sent the far weaker super Namekian to the ground in a heap. Gotenks immediately moved in to pick up the slack in an all out attack, their moves coming on furiously and relentlessly, buying time for Gohan to recover and join the fight. But that was exactly what their opponent wanted.

Gotenks's onslaught was met with a perfect defense that turned the fused duo's most powerful strikes harmlessly aside while the force of each block from their opponent was nearly as effective as an offensive strike. The young saiyan soon found themselves bleeding massive amounts of energy. In the short time it took Gohan to recover his breath and rejoin the offensive, their opponent had nearly exhausted the fused being.

The battle continued to rage for a minute, a minute in which innumerable strikes and counterstrikes were launched and repelled too fast for the eye to see. With Gotenks pushing his capabilities and Gohan not holding back, the battle reached its most intense point. But they could not maintain that pace and their attack started to lag.

Gohan and Gotenks never saw the blows that ended the fight. One second they were about to attack their opponent, the next they were pulling themselves out of a pair of craters where they had impacted the Earth. Piccolo managed to recover enough to fly over to his fallen team mates. "Come on, guys, get up!" The two struggled to rise to their feet, but then collapsed again.

"It's over, Piccolo," came the voice of the super being who had just defeated the three of them.

"NO!" Piccolo protested in vain. "No, it can't be!"

The sound of laughter from behind made Piccolo turn around.

"Yep. You lost, Piccolo," Krillin declared. He stood with a grin on his face as his wife, Number 18, walked up behind him.

"Sorry, but a bet's a bet," Goku said, dropping from the air to land in front of his son and tossed him a senzu bean. He had a couple more for the Goten and Trunks as well, but they'd need to return to their individual states before miraculous healing beans would be effective.

"It was a foolish bet," 18 chastised with a derisive toss of her short blond hair. "The three of you can't handle Goku for a full thirty minutes. You'd need Vegeta and Uub to make it a fair bet. There was nothing to gain and so much to lose."

"Male pride," Krillin laughed. "You guys just can't stand the thought that Goku is that much above you, so you got suckered into that bet. I gave up my pride a long time ago," Krillin added. Number 18 glared at him. "I mean, I gave up trying to always one-up Goku. The wife and daughter here are all the pride I need!" Krillin looked over at his wife, hoping the former android was mollified. She just rolled her eyes at him, but he'd take it.

"Yep, now it's time to go eat," Goku exclaimed excitedly. Piccolo groaned. "West City Royal Restaurant. All I can eat and you guys are paying the bill."

Gohan, Piccolo, Trunks, and Goten all groaned together.

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Far across time and space, beyond the boundaries between realities and universes, another man in a white suit stood looking up at the sky. Beside him was a blond haired woman not too dissimilar looking to Number 18, but with her hair tied back in a pony tail and a pair of glasses on her face. She, too, was looking up in the sky. Of course, everyone was looking at the sky at that moment.

High above the city of Metropolis, the blurring form of a man dressed in blue and red sped from point to point destroying missiles out from the middle of the air. Once again, Superman was saving the day. Lex Luthor clenched his fists together in a poor attempt not to allow his frustration show.

He was supposed to be the one saving the city today. His LexCorp Defense Laser should have targeted those missiles and disabled them. But Lex couldn't resist the chance to destroy his nemesis with the weapon when he had seen him in the sky just before the missile attack. Knowing the Kryptonian had just been exposed to powerful doses of kryptonite, being the one responsible for the kryptonite in the first place, Lex had fired his laser at the Man of Steel believing the radiation at its core, so similar to that of a red sun, had a chance of destroying his foe forever. But, the hero had used his heat ray vision to overpower the laser, destroying it, and was now preventing the missile attack.

Inside, Lex was furious. He had spent months creating a belief in a false terrorist group who would be responsible for the attack. He had personally guaranteed the citizens of Metropolis that his defense laser would be there to save the people should, God forbid, something happen to Superman. He had made sure something had happened to Superman before ordering the attack. But now it was Superman who was getting all of the glory. It had to be intentional. Superman had to be doing this just to spite him.

"Oh, Mr. Luthor," his companion lamented, "all our hard work…"

Lex looked at his companion for a brief moment. She thought any of this was her doing? He had used her to achieve his ends. That did not make her part owner of his scheme. It made her a tool. Her eyes widened as he plunged a knife into her unsuspecting heart. Tools should be disposed of when you were finished with them.

Lex Luthor smiled at the irony that his "partner" would not be saved by Superman because she had helped him keep the hero too busy saving the city to notice her murder. Slowly her blood began to pool beneath her. Satisfied that there would be no rescue for her, Lex turned to exit the alleyway they were in.

He found his way blocked by a towering caped figure.

Lex Luthor took an involuntary step backwards. Then he regained his composure. "What are you doing here?" Lex asked, forcing a hint of irritation into his voice.

The figure was powerfully built, his muscular body covered in a skin-tight white suit that matched his short-cropped hair. An olive green cape with pointed horn-like protrusions rising at his shoulders flowed down his back, with matching boots and armored bracers. His collars and chest were a vibrant yellow, with an emerald center.

"I've come to make a deal, Lex," the being spoke with a smile. "You should be happy. Our last deal turned out quite well for you, don't you think?"

"You already have my soul, Neron. Since I'm not dead and it's doubtful I even have a soul, I don't see what more we have to discuss." Lex moved to walk past the powerful being. He didn't truly expect to get by the creature. Neron was the demon responsible for restoring him to life when he was moments away from dying of cancer. A being such as this would be a match for virtually anyone, perhaps even Superman. Walking away as if the demon had nothing he wanted was a negotiating strategy.

Neron knew it for the ruse it was. But he didn't care. He was an ancient being, one of the arch-devils of Hell. Recent struggles had lost him a number of souls he had managed to acquire, and the soul of Lex Luthor was one which he dearly wanted to regain.

"As you said, I already have your soul, Lex. What is there more for you to lose? But I have much to offer you." Neron, King of Hate, watched as the mortal turned around to face him again.

"I'm a busy man. State your 'deal' and don't waste my time with theatrics."

Neron walked over to the dead woman Lex had just killed. Her soul was already his. He let his foot soak in the blood that was rapidly turning darker. "I know what it is you want most of all. I could offer you greater wealth. I could offer you power. That might even tempt you. But above all else, I know you want revenge on Superman. I can give it to you."

The flash of interest in Lex Luthor's eyes was all the demon needed to know he had a deal. "What are the terms?" the mortal asked him.

"I have heard of a being from another universe, a being with so much power that he easily defeated Superman the last time they fought. I will bring this being to your world for you to use as a weapon against Superman."

Lex gave a hmph of disgust. "I've made beings capable of defeating Superman. Parasite, Metallo, and Bizzaro have all knocked him around. But in the end they've all failed. Why don't you kill him for me?"

"Yes, but your creations are either copies of Superman's power, or they rely on being able to weaken Superman. There are reasons I cannot kill Superman outright on this mortal plane. But the one I can bring to this world would not have those restrictions."

"And what is it that you want in return?" Lex asked.

Neron grinned. Here was the true genius of this bargain. "In exchange for my bringing this being to this world, all I ask is that you have this being end Superman's existence."

Lex looked at the demon. "And if I somehow fail, all I would lose would be my soul, which you already have." Lex let himself ponder the demon's offer. In the end, curiosity and the opportunity to destroy Superman won out.

"Deal."

Post by puiwaihin (14 posts) See mini bio Level 3

Chapter 2: A Hero's Dark Side

Goku sat at the head of a long row of tables in West City Royal Restaurant. Long damask tablecloths embroidered with silver threading covered the length of the banquet tables, upon which were set platter after platter of delectable gourmet dishes. There were large, crispy roast duck with crispy brown skin, plates of flat pasta covered in rich marinara with chunks garlic and mushrooms, enormous plates of steamed fish sliced open to reveal blended herbs flowing in the dish's natural juices. The entire length of the table was covered with enough food to feed a small village, and chefs stood by to bring more should the table's supply be exhausted.

The chefs were going to be busy. Goku was hungry. Piccolo, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks were going to regret losing that bet. Of course, the real reason he had made the bet with his friends and family members was not to get a free meal. Truth be told, with his ties to Capsule Corporation, he really didn't have to think about money ever again. His real purpose was to inspire them to battle him with all their might, to give him a real sort of challenge and push his training to new heights. He had been inspired by his last battle a year past, a battle with a being of power named Superman.

Goku was sitting at the table with golden hair flowing down his back, an aura shining about him. His muscles were bulging from all the extra power he was holding, power crackling around him in bursts of lightning. He had been walking around town, doing chores, and even eating in his Super Saiyan 3 form beginning to be as comfortable as if it was his natural form.

Chi-Chi scowled at him. "GOKU! It's not polite to eat as a super saiyan! I may tolerate it in our house, but I will NOT have you embarrassing us in public!"

Goku froze at the intensity of his wife's demand. He was the undisputed most powerful fighter in this universe (even Vegeta had long ago grudgingly admitted being outclassed, for now), but he had no defense against Chi-Chi. Obediently, he relaxed his power level until his hair returned to its natural length and color and the aura of power faded. He took a look at all his friends sitting at the table and smiled his goofy grin. He picked up a fork and…

The table of food disappeared.

In fact, the entire restaurant disappeared, along with all his friends. Goku felt a moment of disorientation, a feeling similar to when he used Instant Transmission but multiplied thousands of times over. Then suddenly he was back in a solid world. But the table and all the food was still gone, as were all of his friends.

Instead, he was standing in a finely appointed office room. Suddenly, sitting at a large ornate, oak desk across from where Goku was standing was a bald man with piercing green eyes. There were several antiques on the man's desk, as well as numerous documents in neat stacks and piles. None of that really mattered to the hero at that moment, though.

"Welcome to my Earth, Goku," the man began. "First of all, I want you to know that I am a friend. I know you must be—"

"Hey! Where's my dinner!" Goku demanded.

"Your… dinner?" Lex Luthor echoed back questioningly. Then he looked at the powerful being he had summoned kill Superman and noticed the fork in his hand. "Oh, I see. Very sorry about that. But let me explain…"

Goku was a bit curious about where he was, but at that particular moment he was incredibly hungry. "Look, do you have any food to eat? I'm starving!"

Lex Luthor was a little nonplussed. This was the warrior who had taken down Superman? Brought to another place against his will and all he could think about was eating? The multi-billionaire had considered dozens of scenarios and thought of what he would say to convince his potential agent to do his bidding and end Superman, but this was nothing like what he had expected. After a moment's thought, Lex decided on a course of action.

"Of course. Especially after coming all the way from another universe. I'll see to it that you get plenty to eat." Lex pushed a button opening a door and summoning a servant, then showed Goku to an elevator that would take them down several floors to arrive at the restaurant in the building.

Lex was in for a shock. Nobody on Earth had ever seen a saiyan eat.

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Superman effortlessly smashed through the walls of the bank vault, prepared to stop another robbery. He was immediately assaulted by several metal robots with long, massive arms. They were strong. Their hands could drill through steel plates. They could smash cars flat with a single blow. They could hurt a ten ton boulder the length of a football field.

But they were no challenge for the Man of Steel. Superman's muscles bulged beneath his blue suit, but he was not exerting much effort at all. If he overdid it, a piece of a robot (or maybe the entire robot) might smash through a wall and some unlucky person might be standing right there and die. Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for whoever was behind this crime, Kal-El had no compunction about destroying machines. Were these living beings, he would have to have been even more careful, even more restrained. As it was, he destroyed them all in under three seconds.

Superman X-rayed the robotic menaces, narrowing his vision to a near microscopic level looking for information he could send back to Batman or the Martian Manhunter back at JLA headquarters for analysis. Usually, Superman was not called on to handle threats as small as this. There were other members of the Justice League of America who were more than capable of handling a low level threat like this—in fact pretty much any of them could take down robotic thieves—but these crimes were taking place right in his neighborhood. Several businesses had been unexpectedly robbed, and this bank was the next on the list.

The Man of Steel's super hearing picked up a voice speaking softly just on the other side of the bank vault. He concentrated to hear what was being said. "There, just beyond that door is the alien threat. Now, I know I can count on you…"

Superman recognized the voice. How could he not? Lex Luthor had been his nemesis and a constant threat to him for almost as long as he had been a hero. It could not be a coincidence that he was here at the same time. Something was about to happen, and he was pretty sure he would not like it.

The door opened and a man stepped through with a fierce expression on his face. He had thick, black hair that rose up in odd spikes and he was dressed in an orange martial arts gi with a dark blue belt and boots. It was Goku.

"Superman?" the saiyan asked, the fierce expression quickly leaving his face.

"Goku! What are you doing here?"

"Well, somehow I was summoned here from my world to get rid of some terrible alien menace that is threatening this Earth." Goku looked at the broken robots on the ground. "I guess that's them, huh? Seems you've already taken care of the problem."

Lex Luthor glared at Goku. "No, those aren't the alien threat! He is!" He said pointing to Superman. This guy was supposed to have defeated Superman in another universe! They were supposed to be enemies! "Those robots are guarding the bank vault and this villain is clearly here to rob my bank!"

"Your bank? Then these robots…" Superman began, starting to see how Luthor had manipulated him. The Kryptonian suspected he would soon be told that the robot thieves had only targeted LexCorp holdings. It was a setup from the beginning.

"You must stop him, Goku!" Lex demanded, "like you did on your world."

"Actually, Superman and I never met on my world. It was on nearby planet. Well, relatively nearby. And Superman wasn't a threat to that world, or Earth." Goku turned his attention back to Lex Luthor, the saiyan's expression stern. "I get the feeling you are trying to trick me."

"No, Goku, you have to trust me. This alien only pretends to be a hero." There was true anger in Luthor's words. "The only way for this planet to truly be safe is for the alien threat to be ended."

"Oh, I wouldn't hold him being an alien against him. I'm an alien, too," Goku said with a grin. "But you know, there's an easy way for me to know who's telling the truth here."

"How?"

"I can read your mind," Goku said simply.

Lex wanted to protest. He wanted to stop the orange-clad being from getting into his head. But it happened too fast. One instant Goku was standing between him and Superman, several feet away, the next the saiyan was standing behind him, the hero's hand on his head. The mind reading was over in a second.

Goku released the Earth villain and gave him a disdainful half-frown as he walked away from him. "That was almost like reading Krillin. He was bald, too, when I first read his mind. But Krillin is a much better person than you are. You should be ashamed of yourself." Goku turned his attention to Superman. "The sad thing is, he really believes what he's saying. He can't imagine you are as good as you act. Even after you've saved his life and spared him time and time again, he still seeks to harm you. Superman, you need to leave."

"Why?" the Man of Steel began to ask.

Goku's warning came too late. Lex Luthor activated his backup plan. Several lead-lined panels in the room opened to reveal small chunks of Kryptonite hidden within. Superman dropped to the floor and began to curl up in pain in response.

"Wow, that stuff really does hurt you," Goku remarked.

Lex Luthor did not waste any time. He pulled out a handgun from his vest pocket and fired at Superman. He did not intend on giving his fallen enemy a chance to recover or be saved by anyone else this time around. Unfortunately for him, Goku had no difficulty with catching and stopping a simple bullet, even a bullet imbued with kryptonite. He was foiled by the man who was supposed to be his own agent. That was when Lex heard the echoing sound of someone chuckling. It was a laugh he had heard before, the laughter of Neron. Hearing that, he knew he had been fooled by the devil he had made a deal with. The one he had brought to Earth to kill Superman would never do that.

It took Goku no effort at all to speed around the bank vault collecting the pieces of Kryptonite. With all the kryptonite collected together on the other side of the vault, Superman was able to get to his feet and retreat further away. Goku examined the rocks curiously.

"Thanks, Goku. If you don't mind, could you get rid of that?"

"Sure, no problem."

Goku focused his qi energy on the kryptonite in his hands. The green rock began to glow more intensely. Superman went back down to his knees behind the saiyan with an audible groan. The saiyan focused more of power upon the rock and the kryptonite began to vibrate. The alien rock began to shift colors, from green to a deep blue, then gradually to a shade of orange followed by red. Then, for just an instant, the kryptonite in Goku's hands turned solid black before exploding into dust.

Superman felt immediately relieved as the radiation from the kryptonite vanished. He got back to his feet, feeling a little woozy from the brief but intense exposure to the dangerous compound. Whatever the saiyan had done to destroy it, his energy had interacted with the substance in an unpredictable way. There was no telling what the effects might be.

"Goku, are you alright?" the Man of Steel asked his friend.

"Goku?" the saiyan replied. The spikey-headed alien from another universe turned to regard Superman with eyes that had turned completely black. Slowly, the blackness faded away from the whites of his eyes leaving just his pupils again. "My name is Kakkarot."

The Kryptonian started to get an uneasy feeling. That feeling increased as he witnessed the saiyan's pants rip at the buttocks and a thick, brown-furred tail emerge and elongate behind Goku. A sneer played itself over the alien's lips.

"Kakkarot is my true, saiyan name. I am a true saiyan warrior," he said with a dramatic voice, as if coming to a sudden realization. "And it's about time I fulfilled my mission."

A moment later, he released a blast of energy that roared out around him in an instant flash, turning the building and the entire city block around it into a crater of rubble and dust.
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I will continue to post the rest of this story (10 chapters) if there is interest.  Or you can read the rest at
Superman vs. Goku: Rematch in Metropolisfanfiction.net
The first story, Goku vs. Superman: Confrontation on New Namek is also posted there.

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