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
Chapter 1: Lex Luthor's Revenge
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?
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.
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.
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!"
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
Gohan, Piccolo, Trunks, and Goten all groaned together.
* * * * * * * * *
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.
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.
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
"Oh, Mr. Luthor," his companion lamented, "all our hard work…"
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.
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."
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."
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.
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
"And what is it that you want in return?" Lex asked.
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.