In a world where the Dragon Ball universe and the DC Comics universe merge into one, a Superman for a new age struggles to be the hero Earth needs when mankind still remembers the crimes of his predecessor and his Regime. This Saiyan Kryptonian hybr...
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The weight of the previous confrontation only moments ago lingering heavily in his mind, Sparga flew off through the horizon to leave the beaten Zod in the crater so he could lick his wounds. He needed to calm down, he needed to let his anger dissipate. Zod had no right to say what he said! What was going through his head to come here and claim to pay respects and then spit on his father's grave like that? The words echoed in his mind on repeat, causing his anger to keep simmering in a boil as he clenched his fists while flying through the horizon. "Kal-El was a beacon of hope once. And then he was a monster." The accusation stung deeper than any punch, igniting a fury in Sparga that he strained to control lest it consume his rationality. What was it about Zod that always caused Sparga's rage to roar like such a violent wildfire? It was just like before all over again. He was just a teenager when Zod threatened Raven, sparking the catalyst for ascension that brought the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid's rage to a height that changed him forever. But that was a decade ago and he had tamed that all-consuming anger. He was a man now, one who always sought to keep a cool head. But Zod...
Zod always knew how to bring the fury out of Sparga. As he soared through the skies at high speeds, he sighed deeply to let the cool air fill his lungs and calm him down. Before, he'd have been angry for days - maybe even weeks. But he knew that holding onto anger for that long served no purpose. He wasn't the same reckless teenager who ran from his problems and channeled his anger onto the undeserving anymore. And besides. Had Zod not came knocking, he'd have been otherwise occupied with another obligation he was far more interested in keeping. And so he flew off to the frozen north of the Arctic. The jagged peaks of the frozen wasteland were soothing as he let his mind flood with the memories of his childhood spent here. Or more specifically, the Fortress of Solitude, his personal home - A sanctuary hidden in ice where memories of Kal-El and the legacy of Krypton intertwined. Sparga needed clarity, a moment of peace, a reprieve to reflect on all the chaos of the battle that had taken place only moments ago.
As he rocketed through the sky, Sparga's thoughts raced back to the warmth of his childhood memories, of better times. He could still hear Kal's voice in his head, gentle but firm, guiding him through the trials he faced in his youth. "Strength without purpose is just a burden," Kal had often said before... Everything had happened the way it did. He was just thankful that Kal came back to the right side in the end. A memory that only Sparga had, one that the rest of the world knew nothing about. The sacred, secret private moment before Kal had sacrificed himself to save Sparga in the final battle in the Qliphoth was precious to him, and it was proof that this hard task as the new Superman was worth fighting for. Strength without purpose is just a burden. Why was this particular phrase running through Sparga's mind right now? The weight of those words resonated now more than ever in ways Sparga was turning over in his mind to understand why he was reminded of it in this moment, and he clenched his fists tightly with determination fueling his speed as he pierced through the clouds with such momentum that the world beneath him faded into a blur of white.
