Hello!




I'm a freelance comic book writer (specialty crossover) and I've been a huge dragonball freak lately.


My comic group and I are planning a crossover between (read for yourself ... kich)


and DBZ stop. I would appreciate your feedback. There will be more material in the next few days:




Introduction:


The first blow broke the sound barrier with ease. The vibrations from the air were transmitted to the ground, from the ground to the roots of a tree that grew on a hill a kilometer away and then lost all of its fruit.


The subsequent left-right combination almost reached the speed of light. The air molecules existing in the path were split and burned, the shift in the earthly equilibrium could be felt even at a distance of 100 kilometers in the form of a gentle wind.


The third blow, beyond the human imagination, collapsed part of the glacier and its icy dimensions poured into the empty valley below.The decoupled molecules around the fist, the vacuum, was compensated with the remaining layer of air in a deafening bang. The outside temperature decreased by about one degree, as part of the upper atmosphere had collapsed by a hundredth of a millimeter.


Son Goku smiled contentedly.


His strength had not decreased since the final battle with Buu a year ago. Even the opposite had happened. He was stronger than ever.


He fixed his energy and the golden strands gave way to those of his normal black hair.


"Have you seen, Son Gotten?" he then asked.


His eight-year-old son was hovering a few meters behind him. His jaw hung almost on the back of his knees. Only a few seconds later he began fidgeting excitedly in the air.


"I knew it papa! Nobody is stronger than you!"


Son Goku took him on his shoulder.


"Yes! There is someone!"


"Oh yes?" asked little Son Goten, puzzled.

"What about Gohan. He defeated Cell and you are stronger than me too!"


"Honest?"


"Yes, at your age I wasn't able to transform myself into a Super Sajia-yin. Do the math! In a few years you will be many times stronger!"


"Father!" the little boy mumbled, concerned.


"Yes, Son Goten"


"But I can't do the math."


Son Goku ruffled his son's hair.


"You still have a lot to learn!"


There was a strange grumble. With the echo of the mountains it sounded almost like the roar of a gorilla.


"Man, I'm hungry, what do you think we should ransack the fridge at home?"


"Clear." Son Goten shouted, jumped off his father's shoulders and dashed off.


Son Goku loved the boy with all his heart. Goten not only looked like him, but also Son Goku's mentality was reflected in him.


A cold breeze blew over the Saja-yin's shoulder.He winced.


"What was that?" he asked himself quietly. "That never happens, no matter how cold it is."


There was a strange whirring sound behind him. He spun around and saw a chair floating in the air.


Packed with flashing lights, strange flashes of energy flashed from the edges of the chair, which looked more like a spaceship.


The being that sat on him looked at him with empty, white eyes. No smile, not even the rain of a facial muscle.


"Are you the warrior whom the time streams of this universe tell of?"


The creature was slim, its eyes showed no pupils, and a deep echo in its voice indicated an immense power.


Son Goku tried to capture his aura, what he felt was not like any living being. It was like trying to capture all auras on a single level of existence. A pain shot into his head. Pictures, thoughts and words. With a short cry, he turned away.

"Who are you?"


"My name is Metron. I come to warn you!"


"What?"


"After me, more beings will invade your universe! The collapse of the universal structure will make you more powerful than those you have fought up to now. The demons will make your world a base of darkness. They will become one of the weak word 'evil' give completely new meaning. "


Son Goku wanted to say something, but an unknown force in his head stopped him.


"As soon as the demons have done their sinister work, the Lord of Destruction will personally occupy this earth and his greedy hands will enslave the rest of life on this planet, the planetary core will become a source of energy for the dark rulers."


Son Goku listened to the stranger's talk. Raditz, Vegeta, Freezer, Cell and Boo, they were all incredibly powerful opponents and now someone or something should come who was even stronger?

"The term 'strength' does not count for a destroyer. Its power cannot be expressed in words."


"You can read thoughts?"


"Yes, and be warned, many of ours can do this!"


"Ours?"


The chair began to blur and dissolve.


"The motherbox of my chair can no longer keep me here, Son Goku! The demons will come and prepare for his arrival."


Metron was almost gone when Son Goku heard the last words of the strange visitor.


"He will be here in a few days. Darkseid will destroy everything ... "


Darkseid?


That didn't sound particularly dangerous. Son Goku knew that he should be impressed by something like that. Many things in his past had been insignificant. He thought of Boo, a pink, cheeky fat loaf, but with the destructive power of a solar flare.


He thought of Son Goten who would undoubtedly be waiting for him. But this situation was too serious.He led his separated index and middle fingers to his strin, fixed the energy of Piccolo and Dende, the god of the earth and began to teleport his aura to this place.


Seconds later he was gone.




The first blow broke a jawbone. The gangster hit staggered back in pain and dropped his weapon. The subsequent left-right combination sent the battered murderer into the realm of dreams.


His accomplice shrank back in fear when he saw the billowing cape which was slowly moving to the ground.


The third blow was sunk in a pit of the stomach, whereupon a few blocks in the human consciousness broke and the stomach contents of the victim spilled onto the pavement with a disgusting choking sound.


Police sirens announced that his job was done.


With acrobatic skill he swung himself onto one of the dumpsters, from there to the fire escape of the adjoining house and then into the darkness.

It happened again.


A robbery in an alley.


Two shots, two brutally ended lives, a child crying over the corpses of his parents. Again there was nothing he could do, this time he was too late.


But the murderers would burn in prison.


He felt a tear run down his cheek.


He looked at the skyline of his city, his home, his hunting ground.


The lights promised protection, but the dark facades exactly the opposite.


Gotham has always been an eyesore.


Something on Batman's combat belt began to vibrate. His JLA communication device told him that one of his "friends" in the Watchtower was eager to get on his nerves.


"Batman here."


"Bruce, this is Clark."


"Superman! What is it, you disturb me when I'm hunting!"


"There are problems. We need you here, immediately!"


"Who is it this time? Luthor and his club of strange super-criminals or is there some nut in Hong Kong sitting on an atomic bomb?"

"Neither! Metron is here!"


There was a moment of silence.


"I'll be right there!"


Metron's existence was never really clear to Batman.


He was a god of the worlds of New Genesis and Acopolis. These beings had perfected the technology to such an extent that they merged with her and gods sprang out of her.


Metron always walked the balance between good and bad, claiming that he only did what is good and right.


The top of the Batmobile opened quietly, he had hidden it between some dumpsters.


"Activate!" he mumbled softly. Ads flashed, the engine began to roar with its 450 hp. Batman slowly pushed the throttle forward, releasing kerosene injection for the engine. He felt how he was slowly pressed into the seat as the vehicle roared at 120 m / ph over the freeway into the Gotham suburbs.


With a soft click, he flipped a switch on the steering wheel.

"Master Bruce?" a familiar voice with a British accent answered over the loudspeaker.


"Alfred, I'm on my way back. Please prepare the matter transporter for the watchtower!"


"Some interesting things have happened in the Sahara, sir. CNN is reporting on it."


"Switch through!"


A small monitor just below the windshield came into view. A blonde reporter stood in a kind of sandstorm. It pointed to a huge vortex in the atmosphere.


"Meterologists are undecided. This phenomenon has never happened in all of history. To calm down, President Lex Luthor ..."


She couldn't finish the sentence. With a loud thunder, channels of pure energy opened in the air, and thousands of green creatures streamed out, armed with innumerable ray cannons. They flew straight towards the vortex and were absorbed.


"Damn it! Parademons!"


Batman gritted his teeth in anger and fear.

He knew that if parademons were on earth, then your Master, the lord of hatred, terror and destruction, would soon arrive on earth.


"Darkseid!"


Batman stepped on the Batmobile's accelerator.