Any fanfiction or comic couldn't have prepared me for the shithole that is Gotham. Despite my better judgment, I had to stop numerous rapes on my way around town. I made sure to move at superspeeds so no one barring a speedster could identify me but the amount of fucked up shit happening here is crazy.
The men who would sully themselves by forcefully taking innocent women sexually all ended up with serrated spinal cords. I made sure they would never move again.
I may have killed one or two on accident getting used to my new strength, but superspeed is fun. My perception of time adjusts to how fast I want to move. I can still react to very fast things even without speeding up my perception though.
But there's a bigger issue that I've met. I don't know how the fuck I can get to the iceberg lounge. Gotham is fucking huge, and dark. And I doubt some random homeless teen asking some local thugs where the iceberg lounge is will do me well.
Despite walking around for about half an hour, I still failed to find anything. Sighing in exasperation. I am still down on a park bench.
The cold of fall doesn't bother me even a tiny bit due to my unique Physiology as a Viltrumite. Laying down on the bench I decided to get some well-needed rest.
The threat of anything happening to me while I'm sleeping is negligible. Not a single thing barring a few beings can hope to harm me on this planet.
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Waking up in a jolt, I feel my blood rush as I take note of my surroundings. Gotham. It's on fire. The smokey air hardly affects me as I shoot into the sky. The whole city is burning.
The heat from the flames doesn't bother me. The screams of the dying people make me shiver a bit as I scramble a bit in the air.
"This all could've been avoided if you followed orders worm."
A deep, menacing voice says to my right as I turn slowly my eyes widening as I come face to face with an old man, easily 6'5 at the least. A metal arm, one eye, the other covered by a scar.
"It's a shame. You had so much potential. I knew we shouldn't have sent you to a planet like Earth without an overseer. But orders are orders. I'll enjoy this." The man says as suddenly he's next to me. His speed is absurd for someone his size.
I barely dodge a punch, we lock eyes for a millisecond and I get everything. The man's face is blank but his eyes show me it all. He's enjoying this.
"It's quite sad I'll have to kill that Kryptonian girl you've taken a liking to. We can't have any more of those sun worshipers running around." The man mutters as his fist slams into my gut hard. I feel the air leave my lungs as I'm sent crashing into a burning building.
The concrete shatters as I slam into it. I'm sent crashing through numerous floors. Clutching my stomach in pain.
I don't even get the chance to catch my breath before a hulking metal hand grasps my throat making me choke, I kick feebly into the air as the man laughs.
"Is that all? I expected a fight..." He says almost sadly before caressing my face. "Hey, listen. You got this. You can keep moving right? So give me a proper fight!"
That ignites me. Anger foreign to me surges into my body as I kick his arm hard. Twisting my body with inhuman agility and applying a martial art technique inherited from Goku to free myself.
No longer confused or dazed. I growl. Blurring into the man's hulking form in a tackle as I slam him through numerous buildings. Ignoring the flames like they weren't there as we shred through metal and stone like it's wet tissue.
The next series of clashes have me questioning reality itself. Every exchange, every time our fist meet. I find myself more and more fearful. I'm more skilled. Undoubtedly, but he's a mountain. His durability resists even my strongest of blows with only minor bruising. His strength is overwhelming. Like trying to outmuscle an elephant as a normal person.
Jabbing into his raised forearm I slip through his guard with the experience of a veteran, landing lighting fast punches to his unguarded face. Stunning him and finally drawing blood. A bloody nose is the reward for my hands feeling like I punched steel over and over again.
Capitalizing on his momentary vulnerability I grab his throat and shoot down into a random street Slamming him to the ground hard as I try my best to strangle the life out of him.
"Who are you? Where did you come from!?"
I demand, my hands tightening on the man's throat as he wheezes out a chuckle. The bloody nose and the crazed look in his eye makes my heart turn cold in terror.
"Really Vael? You don't remember your mentor?" The man gasps out as his hands suddenly grab my wrist in bone-crushing force as he easily pries my hands off his neck.
Vael? Is that this body's name? I feel myself get hurled into the air as the man laughs.
"Let me remind you who I am then!" He yells as I'm suddenly tackled higher and higher into the sky.
It doesn't take long to reach space. But I've already gathered a breath, the man smirks at me wickedly and before I can react his fist is blurring toward my face.
The force sends me soaring backward as pain explodes from my nose. It's spurts blood as I rub it. My eyes widened a bit in worry.
He managed to make me bleed. This isn't good. Who the hell is this guy?
My mind scrambles as a moment of clarity hits me. This guy, metal arm. One eye. Old man appearance. Conquest?
It's kinda hard to recognize him in a realistic setting where he isn't an animated or comic book character.
My eyebrows knit in understanding as conquest claps.
'Ah, it seems you finally recognize me Vael. A bit too late for that. Though'
His voice projects in my mind as I clench my fist. This feels like some sick twisted vivid dream. Dream or not I'm not going down without a fight.
I prepare myself for a fight. My body shifts into a combat-ready position as Conquest's smile widens. He opens his arms as the sun glows behind him.
'I've been itching for a fight with no restrictions! Do you know how much it irks me to operate on so many limitations? Don't kill this person. Make sure not to destroy that. This? I have no restrictions. The empire sent me to bring you back alive or dead by any means necessary. And I'm not to keen on bringing you to them breathing boy!' he suddenly rockets towards me. But this time I'm ready.
We meet in a clash of exchanged moves. Despite my edge in skill conquest is no damn pushover.
Thousands of years of combat does that for you. But it shows how much of a monster Goku is. His martial arts skill still easily clears an ancient being's combat skill after eons of fighting.
For every hundred punches exchanged. I slowly feel my edge in skill becoming more and more irrelevant to the sheer disparity in raw abilities. He's faster. Stronger. And more experienced.
I punch. He blocks with his large forearm. I pivot mid-air, spinning into a feint kick which the Viltrumite warrior falls for as my real attack lands heavily on his gut in a silent Shockwave.
We turn into nothing short of blurs. Another exemplary thing about Goku's martial arts experience is that he can fly as well. So my martial arts is less based on footwork via his influence and experience. As footwork is useless in the void of space or mid-air.
Next thing I know I'm being tackled down to the earth. My back erupts in flames as we rapidly re-enter the atmosphere. Counquest laughs can now be heard as I feel the ground shrinking.
Utilizing the small leverage I have. At the last moment I twist our bodies so Counquest is the one whose back is slammed into the ground
An explosion of pure force happens on impact. A nuclear bomb would've held less force as I choked the life out of the Viltrumite warrior.
Similar to how his life was ended in the comics. Without a proper breath, I hold on tight. The ancient alien's face twisted into a sick smile as I growled.
I feel hope steadily rising in my gut. Before—
-Sqluench-
My eyes widen. As I shakily look down. Conquest's hand going right through my chest. Clutching my heart on the other side as I feel my vision blacken.
My life fading. Conquests bloody smile, nose spilling down his nose and lips as he stares at me with pity?
The last thing I hear is the slightly saddened voice of my mentor...?
"Not bad boy. You almost had me... such a shame Vael."
Those are the last words I hear as death embraces me once more.
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"AHHHH!"
I wake up in a Yell. A passerby looking at me with a raised eyebrow as I frantically tap my chest looking for any holes.
"A dream?" I mutter as I look around. The city isn't ablaze.
"No, that was too vivid to be a dream. Everything felt so real... a premonition? But how. The Viltrumites don't exist in DC. That damn god..." I frantically mutter some curses as I stand up.
Before being taken over by me. This body had a mission. I just don't know what it was. But it's something I need to learn. The Viltrumites will be coming soon.
Clenching my fist, I sigh. In the dream, I had to have been stronger than I was now. There's no way the current me could fight and nearly beat someone like Conquest. So it's some time in the future maybe a couple of years.
My heart hammers in my chest. As I slightly hyperventilate. An empire of ancient beings capable of raising civilizations... just put there roaming around probably unchecked outside of maybe the green lanterns. But if I'm about as strong as a WEAKER end Kryptonian then it wouldn't be crazy to assume they're all yellow sun-enhanced Kryptonian level. Without the weakness of space rocks.
Considering my body's young age. I'm probably a scout of sorts. And I'm likely the weakest pure-blooded Viltrumite alive. Due to my age of course.
Without the coalition of planets will the scourge virus have even been created? I shiver hard at the realization. The meager 50 pure-blooded Viltrumites in the comics were enough to practically run an empire that ruled the galaxy.
In this universe. There are likely thousands of Viltrumites. I can't let anyone know I'm a Viltrumite on earth. Especially the league. They'll assume I'm here to take over or something. They probably wouldn't be wrong either. This body was a part of the empire. Hell, I'm still wearing the standard uniform.
So Green Lantern is now at the very tipping top of my avoid-at-all-cost list. Along with Superman, who was already there. But I'll be avoiding even harder.
In my premonition Conquest referred to Kryptonians as sun worshipers. It wouldn't be crazy to assume The two overpowered races have beef with one another. Viltrumites aren't exactly chill with non-Viltrumites and I doubt they'd be cool with a race that could rival them casually.
So Superman finding out I'm a part of the race that probably orchestrated his peoples near extinction in this universe will lead to me most likely getting my teeth kicked in by the symbol of hope.
I sigh. Walking away from the park in haste. So much shit to worry about.