Gone Native: Earth Saga (DBZ/DC Comics)

And then I was somewhere else. A clinical looking room with a number of humans inside of it, standing on a circle that's glow dimmed with our arrival. There was a beat of silence as I took in my surroundings -- I noted the medical beds on standby, the team of medics that froze in place the moment they saw Superman hadn't arrived alone.

and someone just messed up.
Maybe an automatic setup to bring back the heavy injured?
It is a very good Idea, drag the wounded into a time-dilated zone, fix them and back into the fight within minutes, all healed up.
Downside: Automatic systems need extensive testing to iron out the bugs and flaws, I suspect Lex got overconfident here.
 
Wonderful chapter, and the true start to his mental development, accepting the past so he can move forward.
 
I enjoy an intelligent Lex Luthor. Most of the time, he's just a charicature of intelligence, hampered by arrogance. But being a rational actor and being able to acknowledge a loss? Yeah. That's far scarier than nebulous super-science.
 
I'm a bit curious why, assuming it's not magic, they didn't just send Tarble to a different dimension.
 
Oh. Lex is in charge of the UN. It now makes sense how this all got triggered: staggering incompetence in the guise of super genius super villainy.
 
Well, that is why you should left Batman do personality profile before starting your strategy. The moment Tarble, the sayian gave his front seat back to Tarble, the general, things were bound to go off the rails. War conventions exist to protect you just as much as to protect the other. Lex will have to learn the hard way he was playing the game of thrones in the casual mode.
 
Lex being the one in charge of things on the U.N. angle makes a lot of things make more sense now. I'd have to reread it to be sure, but wasn't he the one to reveal Tarble's intentions to Earth at large to start with?

I guess this whole thing was a plan for Lex to prove to the world that aliens are dangerous. This plan succeeded way past his expectations, unfortunately.
 
Making Peace
I had been mistaken about the specifics of Humanity's safe haven. I thought it was a parallel universe, but it turned out to be more of an isolated pocket dimension that was a mirror of the planet Earth. I had been right about the time dilation effect -- the time I had spent fighting on Earth had added up to about a year in the pocket dimension.

"I hope you understand that I won't take your word for it," I told Lex Luthor, the new leader of the new United Nations. They had used the year to plan. To plot. They created a fledgling alliance that encompassed all the nations of the world. They gave the UN power to act. How exactly Lex Luthor had been chosen to lead the alliance was anyone's guess, but I didn't care how he was elected. Or even why. What mattered was that he had the authority to offer Humanity's surrender.

"I would be shocked if you did," Luthor responded, not sounding insulted. "Likewise, I hope you understand that our surrender does not come without conditions?" he said, meeting my gaze without flinching.

"The ones behind the deaths of my soldiers will be given to me, as will the teams that carried out the order," I told him, the demand non-negotiable. He nodded his head in agreement, already prepared to concede on the point.

He offered a magnanimous smile, "All of the perpetrators have been rounded up. They await in prison cells for you to exact your justice." he said, clearly caring nothing for their lives. Based on the way he said it, it sounded like I would be doing him a favor. Clearing out the old regime?

"They will be interrogated to confirm their guilt, but beyond that, I am uncertain what left there is to discuss," I told him, standing across from him in his office. Though, I did not look at him in favor of looking at a painting on the wall -- it was of a city square, with the focus being on an older style building made of stone and glass. Based on the date, it was painted in the year 1914.

"Humanity's integration into your empire, I would imagine," he remarked lightly, earning a look from me.

I tilted my head, "Why would that be discussed now?"

Lex Luthor was an intelligent man. He quickly realized what I was getting at. "You still intend to leave Earth's ownership to be decided at the summit?" he questioned, sounding surprised and cautious. I could see why. It couldn't be denied that I had humanity by the throat. No matter what they had up their sleeve, the fact of the matter was that I could stomp my foot hard enough to crack the planet in half. I had proven I could defeat their mightiest heroes.

It would be a simple thing to take my victory and claim dominion over Earth. To take the planet by conquest.

"I said I would. The UN murdering my soldiers is a separate issue than the legal rights of Earth," I told him, turning to face him. He frowned, appearing to not completely agree with that. He was trying to see what I was up to, what I had to gain by doing things this way. I don't think he could see it. Honestly, I should just take the final step. I had wasted enough time on Earth as it was.

In hindsight, I should have simply ignored the legal issue entirely, found Broly, then left the planet with him. Maybe stop by and vacation here later because, admittedly, the food was delicious. Take Earth's integration slow, rather than issuing an ultimatum. But, it wasn't like I could do anything about that now.

"I have an empire I must return to. I've neglected my duties too much as it is. The date that was issued was too short sighted of me," I admitted, making Luthor's frown deepen as he regarded me with open suspicion, sensing a trap that wasn't there. "I was working under a personal timeframe, which rushed things an unfortunate amount… unless you have already made your decision?"

Lex Luthor leaned into his chair and it seemed I had put him on the backfoot without intending to do so. I just couldn't afford to spend another few days on Earth. Better to let Earth recover, for tempers to cool, then we could have the summit as intended without coming off of a fight that saw some heroes and villains dead. He steepled his hands together, regarding me coolly for a long moment, the room filled with nothing but the swishing sounds of my aura whipping the air.

Maintaining the Ascended Super Saiyan form had been too taxing, so I settled for the base Super Saiyan form. As baffling as it might be for a Saiyan to consider the Super Saiyan transformation a lesser form.

I could see him adjusting his plans in the brief second he took to consider my response. "A six month grace period," Luthor began. "For humanity to acclimatize to the prospect of joining a galactic empire. In that time, your empire shall foot the bill for Earth's infrastructure as we prepare for extraterrestrial beings becoming regular visitors to our planet. Should you go to war, then humanity shall be exempt from recruitment."

He leaned forward, "Likewise, human companies shall be given preferable treatment to your empire's markets for the duration of the six month grace period. After that, we will retain special rights such as mining rights to everything in the Sol system." That part seemed like an important point for him. Having dealt with his kind plenty of times before in the Trade Organization, I could easily identify his plan.

He intended for humanity to be one of the dominating economic forces in the Empire. Their numbers were small, comparably, but the fact that we stood in a planet sized pocket dimension stated all that needed to be said of what Humanity was capable of. I sensed that Lex Luthor would do particularly well considering the lack of major corporations in my empire.

I tilted my head back, considering it for a moment. "My empire shall establish a presence in the ice sheets that cover your north and south pole. Our restoration efforts of the planet are non-negotiable and will not be impeded. Nor will our aid missions." A six-month grace period wasn't bad. It worked for me as well -- I could get my race used to Earth and humanity, since humanity seemed determined to remain on the planet. I'm sure that would change as my race turned the planet into more of a death world than it already was to feel at home, but…

This wasn't a bad outcome.

Luthor nodded, "Very well." I suppose he saw no issue with the demand on account of the fact that he was expecting me to seize control of Earth outright.

"In six months' time, your government will dissolve. Your species will be allowed representatives and allowed in government positions in my empire, but the United States, China, or your new United Nations will cease to exist," I told him outright. It was that way for the rest of the Empire. Despite the trouble they gave me, humanity wasn't special enough to earn a vassal privilege.

Luthor's face tightened but he nodded in agreement all the same. "Further details can be discussed at a later date, but for now, I believe that we are in agreement. I will give the evacuation order for this pocket dimension. Can we count on aid missions to house those whose homes were destroyed in the fight?"

"Naturally," I agreed, and with that…

It was over.



"Sorry," Broly said, sounding crestfallen as we sat on the ledge of a half-collapsed building. I had returned from the human pocket dimension, and in the amount of time I was gone, only a second had passed here. The action was a test of faith for humanity, to see if their surrender could be trusted. Upon emerging from the pocket dimension, Wonder Woman received a communication from Lex Luthor.

Her expression didn't betray her thoughts, but whether she agreed or disagreed with it she honored the surrender.

The twilight of battle was different when your enemies weren't all dead, or their will to fight shattered. There was still a tension in the air. There were more than a few that were willing to continue the fight. I wasn't sure on the exact losses on the Earth side, but I did know I killed the sniper, Enchantress, and that stretchy human. Their losses weren't substantial, yet I suspected that they would accept them with about as much grace as I did my men.

"You don't have anything to apologize for, Broly," I dismissed, looking out at what was left of Gotham.

He didn't seem to agree, "You wouldn't have had to do that if I didn't get mind controlled," he pointed out, looking up at the sky. There were lingering marks from the battle. The gases in the upper atmosphere had been disturbed by the ki of my attack, and when combined with the rays of the sun, it had created large blue and green waves of refracted light across the sky.

"That was my fault. My own defenses caused me to underestimate how effective they would be on you," I argued, letting out a sigh. "Don't take off that necklace. We can't afford them trying the same tactic again." I added, making Broly reach up and touch his Nth metal necklace. It had been made from what was left of my suit. It should sure up his defenses to mental intrusions, as well as allowing him breathe no matter where he was. Just in case.

Broly still didn't seem like he agreed, but he chose to not argue the point. "What now?"

That was a good question. "First, we begin rebuilding the cities that were destroyed. Then I will establish a presence on the planet's poles. After that…" I trailed off, frowning lightly. It wasn't like I didn't have plans. However, they shifted in my mind like sand, refusing to take shape. It wasn't yet time to take that next step, but it would be soon. Introducing Saiyans to the planet now had more inherent dangers, because it was a proven fact that there were some here that could seize control of them.

More than that, the six-month grace period was to cool tempers and resentments. To allow my empire to win over the human population, which I should have done at the start. I thought it would be easier to use force, and when I was met with force in kind, my response was to use more force. My ambitions hadn't changed. Still, I couldn't deny that how things had ended would complicate things.

"Are you going to leave Earth?" Broly asked me, sounding like he wished that I wouldn't. "You basically just got here. You can stay a little longer, right?" A small breath of amusement escaped me -- Broly sure had grown larger and stronger, but he hadn't done much growing up. I was glad for it.

"I've neglected my duties too much as it is," I admitted. Coming to Earth how I did was a mistake, but it wasn't one I exactly regretted making. "But, I do believe it would be best to stay and oversee the transition and establishment of our presence on the planet." As much as my continued presence would inflame people's tempers, it would also act as a deterrent. I had fought the Justice League, Earth's mightiest defenders, and I had emerged victorious.

I'm sure that Earth was licking its wounds and learning from their mistakes. And I'm sure that they knew that I was doing the exact same. I couldn't say if there would be another confrontation, I just knew that if it happened, it would be far more destructive.

Broly aimed an honest smile at me before he hopped off the ledge of the building and floated in front of me. "Then you should see my house. Come on!" he said, taking off before I could give an answer. I watched him go for a moment, Broly traveling hundreds of miles in an instant, before I sighed and hopped off the ledge as well.

I could feel the eyes on me, Earth watching every move I made, waiting for a sign of weakness. Surging after Broly, I paid more attention to my ki sensing as I felt more of Earth's population return. So far, Lex Luthor seemed to be upholding the surrender. I'm absolutely certain that he had plans, but for now, he was biding his time and accepting my victory. As was everyone else.

I noted that I had managed to do a decent job of keeping the damage to the planet to a minimum. It was localized in a few cities, except for the mountain range that got blown up over in Italy. I also think Sicily might have been sunk. I think in terms of landmass it balanced out because the oceans dropped about an inch because of the holes in the Earth's crust. In all, Earth had proved surprisingly hardy as far as planets went.

Passing over an ocean, Broly led me to his home. I saw a white sandy beach give way to lush green grass and palm trees. A modest home was built further back -- wood planks marking the walls with large glass windows. Broly touched down on the ground, aiming a proud smile at me. "I made it myself. I saw a bunch of pictures in catalogs, so I combined the parts I liked the best."

Then I noticed that the windows weren't windows. They were diamonds. The wood that made the house wasn't made with the blade of a saw, but a ki blade. "Hm. I think you might be the best Saiyan architect," I admitted, making Broly's proud smile grow.

"Mostly because I don't have much competition," Broly returned in a good natured tone. "You should see Shayera. She should be here," he said, heading towards a front door made to accommodate someone of his formidable size. The former member of the 501st was there. I felt her familiar presence even before I stepped inside. Our eyes met, and hers narrowed just as mine did.

I didn't harbor ill will towards her, but it was difficult to be happy to see her. She had purposely hid Broly from me, and hid my arrival from him.

Still, she looked well. Her red hair was longer than I remembered. The wings of her race were sheathed in Nth metal, a momento from her dead husband if memory served. Beyond that, she didn't look like she had aged a day. "General Tarble," she greeted, giving me a small nod, about as happy with me as I was with her.

Broly didn't seem to pick up on it, "He's a king now! Frieza's dead, and he's not a part of the Trade Organization anymore!" Broly informed, making her eyes widen. She hadn't heard that? Did she plug her ears to the news after she heard that I had arrived? I didn't expect her to dig her head in the sand and hope I just never noticed. I thought better of her.

"I- I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. If you can defeat the Justice League, it would only make sense that you had surpassed Frieza," she responded, and some of the tension seemed to ease out of her. I suppose that could explain her actions -- if she thought I was here to reclaim Broly and bring him back to the war front.

"Not quite, but he is dead," I answered, not going into specifics. Now wasn't the time. "It is good to see you again," I offered, for what it was worth.

Broly glanced between us, sensing the tension, "Tarble doesn't have a whole lot of time before he has to go back to ruling his empire. We were going to watch a movie -- it's nearly Christmas! I think he would like Home Alone," he said, making the decision before going off to find the movie. Leaving Shayera and me alone.

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing into a glare, "Broly isn't going to war." she told me, as if she had the power to stop him or me.

"There is no war to fight. We are at peace," I rebutted, my tone just as friendly as hers -- not at all.

"You don't seem at peace," Shayera noted, the barbed words finding a nerve. "Earth was peaceful. It had it's problems, but it was peaceful. Why did you come here?" she asked, and there was anger in her voice. Angry that I had disrupted the peace in her life -- in their lives. There was fear there too. Fear of change and what this change meant for her and Broly.

"I came here because it was supposed to be peaceful. Instead, I just found enemies," I admitted. "I don't know what happens next. I don't know what Broly will do. But, it is his choice. Whether he stays on Earth or leaves is up to him." I said, cutting to the root of the problem. Shayera glowered at me, her hands clenching into fists.

"Except that's not true. Broly fought with you. He revealed himself to the world. Now, everyone will want to use him," she spat in a quiet voice that didn't lessen the venom in her words. "He had a life here. You ruined it."

Already, Broly had been mind controlled. He fought against the Justice League and their armies all at once. Broly had proven his might. As much as I wanted to dismiss her words, I couldn't deny that there was a grain of truth there.

I met her gaze for a long moment. "That is for Broly to decide," I told her before turning and leaving through the front door. I didn't want to get into an argument. Not when Broly could overhear. Which he had based on the fact he hadn't moved from behind the doorframe since our spat began. It wasn't solely to spare his feelings either, because I felt a familiar presence materializing outside.

Stepping out of the door, I locked eyes with Raven. She looked well -- no signs of injuries of any kind. Though, the expressionless mask she had schooled her face into betrayed her irritation.

"How well did the expedition in my empire go?" I asked her, approaching her despite her piercing glare and dull expression.

"You nearly blew up the planet," she spoke as I neared, coming to a stop as I looked out at the ocean. The waves were irregular. The Pacific ocean had fared better than the Atlantic, but it had still been affected by the battle.

I crossed my arms, still shirtless from the battle. "Broly was being mind controlled," I answered, no hint of repentance in my tone.

"So, you blow up the planet?" Raven questioned, her tone incredibly dry, not at all satisfied with my reasoning.

"When you say it like that, it sounds unreasonable," I pointed out. It had been completely within reason. Broly was in danger -- they would have forced me to fight him, or worse, possibly take his own life. There was no room for any quarter to be given. I respected heroes. I admired them. I even wanted to emulate them in some ways.

But I would kill them all down to the last man before I let Broly come to harm.

Raven stood next to me, pushing back her hood. "I wonder why," she questioned, her tone sarcastic. Then she glanced at me, "Are you in love with him?" she questioned, making me look at her strangely.

"No. I prefer women," I answered bluntly. Sexuality wasn't something I put much thought into. I wasn't blind to the female form, but there just wasn't time to waste on such pursuits. My gaze drifted for a moment, influenced by the turn in the conversation, taking Raven in -- much of her body was hidden behind a dark blue cloak, but she had a fine face. Her eyes narrowed at me, probably sensing what I was feeling. "Broly is my friend. The last friend I have," I continued, making her gaze soften.

I looked away, letting the silence fall between us as she accepted that. "You're different," Raven noted, turning her attention to the sea.

"Not yet," I admitted. I hadn't even taken the first step to change myself. "I just came to peace with my past."

There was a small beat of silence before Raven spoke. "What really happened with Frieza?" she asked me, her tone gentle, but it couldn't take the weight away from the question. I didn't look at her in favor of focusing on the ocean. I…

Part of me was surprised, and the other part expected this. I never thought the lie would be discovered so soon, yet I always knew it would one day. I also wasn't surprised that it was Raven that discovered that I had lied. She seemed to understand people. Much better than I did.

I clenched my jaw, not speaking for a long moment. That moment became a minute. Then that minute became more. I had accepted what happened after weeks of… not accepting it. Of not dealing with it. The truth was painful to even think about. All the same, Raven waited for me to find the words.

"My race is a violent one," I began, my voice low. "A savage one. Things like mercy are foreign to most of us. Kindness, compassion… to us, the only thing that matters is strength. To be strong enough that you can impose your will on others," I said, a long sigh escaping me. "I was born wrong. I would have been killed because of it, but Bardock had been born wrong too. He valued his comrades and friends. My team… they were as much my family as Vegeta and Elery are. Were."

Raven said nothing, letting me speak uninterrupted. "Because I was born weak, I was not acknowledged. My Mother didn't care if I lived or died. King Vegeta was willing to have me killed for his own agenda. If it wasn't for Vegeta, my older brother… I would be dead. Because he had been born wrong too. He loved me as a brother despite my weakness, and treated me as one even though I wasn't acknowledged."

Regardless of what happened, I would always love Vegeta for that. He was still my brother.

"Then my family killed my family," I spoke the truth for the first time, making Raven shift where she stood. "Vegeta grew jealous of me. He grew to hate me. When our father named me his heir over him, it destroyed his pride -- the single most valuable thing to a Saiyan. He planned to kill me long before that day, but the decision forced his hand. We fought."

I dragged a hand down my face, "My team wanted to change things. Saiyan society is based on a class system where strength determines your worth. They wanted to do away with it. I did too… but I wasn't willing to kill my brother and father for the throne. So, they took matters into their own hands…" I trailed off, the words refusing to leave my lips. Raven waited patiently. As did Broly, who thought he went unnoticed.

"They murdered Vegeta. Frieza was already against us, he was going to exterminate us, and he was going to sacrifice himself so we could flee. Then they assassinated him," I spoke the words and I felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest. Yet, I felt strangely empty once it was gone. "They were doing it for the good of the Saiyan race. And to save their own lives because there was no love lost between them. But, when I saw it was my team that had murdered my brother… I killed them. The Super Saiyan transformation is a curse. The power it offers isn't worth the price. To use it, you have to be driven to the brink of insanity and go mad with rage."

Another sigh escaped me, "So, I killed them. I fought with Bardock for a time, inflicting that same curse on him with the murder of the team. But, then Frieza made himself known and we fought together to kill him. Bardock died in the attempt. I blew up Planet Vegeta using the Warworld, causing a black hole… and all the evidence of the truth was gone."

"You hate them… no, you used to hate them," Raven spoke quietly, her tone gentle as a raw wound was aired so it could heal.

"I did. I do. It… was easier to hate them. Because, if I hated them, then I didn't murder the people that I loved," I spoke almost dispassionately, as if I were speaking about someone else. That day had poisoned my soul with rage and grief. Hating my team for what they did made it easier to bear. But, I still loved them. Just as I loved Vegeta. His final moments made it easier to forget the bad, and my team's last act made it easy to forget the good.

There was another long silence, "I understand," she told me, and I saw it in her eyes that she did. Keenly. Deeply. In a way that I didn't think anyone else could. "My father is Trigon. I… made a mistake when I was younger. I thought I understood something that I didn't, and I didn't want to feel alone. I went to my father and because of it, everyone I knew and loved died." she spoke, her tone tightly controlled.

She understood. And she understood why Broly mattered so much to me. He was as much of a brother to me as Vegeta had been.

Broly chose to reveal himself in the wake of her reveal as we came to an… understanding. I heard the sound of sand crunching underfoot, causing me to look over. I saw a gentle smile on his face as he looked at both of us, "I found the DVD. Do… you want to stay and watch with us?"

Raven looked to Broly, seeing him for the first time. I could only imagine what she felt from him. Her dark violet eyes flickered to me for a moment, coming to a decision in a sit second. "Will there be popcorn?" she asked, implicitly agreeing as she walked towards the house, accepting the invitation.

"Yeah! Plenty!" Broly confirmed with a happy cheer, running back inside. I took a moment to let my emotions to settle instead of strangling them in place with an unyielding iron grip.

I wasn't okay. Not even close. But, for the first time…

I thought I was going to be. One day.

...

So ends the arc. Now that it's finally over, I think it would be a good time to give my own take on the situation between Tarble and the Justice League since I didn't want to earlier to prevent stomping out any discussion. And to make sure I didn't accidentally spoil anything.

Simply put -- both parties are in the wrong but they're wrong in different ways.

Tarble to this chapter has been pretty fucked up mentally. If this were a normal story, then up to this chapter, we would have been in the 'darkest days' after some disaster -- Alderaan blowing up, death of Dumbledore, and so on. It's not dwelled on as much because Tarble isn't the type of person that dwells on his emotions, but the aftermath of his One Bad Day can be felt in his actions. Some noticed it while others didn't. Tarble's completely irrational stance on betrayal to the point he was fucking himself over is the most evident. As is his constant aching for a fight that's been remarked upon throughout the story so far -- not because he's a saiyan spoiling for a fight, but because it's familiar.

However, Tarble understands he's pretty fucked up. The kind of fucked up that would be popping pills by the spoonful from a cereal bowl. And he's trying to do something about it, but he's gone about it in a bad way. to simplify, I'll use an example -- Tarble is a introvert with extreme social anxiety, forcing himself to attend parties and be the center of attention to become a confident extrovert. Sure, it can be done, but there's going to be a ton of growing pains until he manages that change. Above all else, it's not easy to fundamentally change who you are as a person.

Which is what the story has been so far -- growing pains for Tarble as he tries to force himself to be something that he's not.

That's where Earth comes into play because Tarble is trying to change himself by become a diplomat when he's very much a ruthless conqueror. My personal view is that Tarble's in the wrong when it comes to the legal ownership of Earth. Personally, I could not give less of a shit what some galactic power says about owning our planet and I wouldn't be too happy if some alien came to Earth, said it's his, and we just had to accept that. But, that's my personal view and not the topic I was playing around with during the story, which is Civil Morality vs. Personal Morality -- basically what is lawfully right against personal views of whats right.

At the start of the story, Tarble had the legal right to Earth. However, Earth, thus the Justice League, were in the moral right to prepare Tarble to go fuck himself. Then Tarble killed Adonis, which solidified their moral right to tell Tarble to go fuck himself, but then things settled a bit when it looked like they could reason with Tarble. Because he claimed to have the wellbeing of other people as his top concern, and it is. That's when things start to get muddled because Tarble's right to Earth appeals to personal morals with the liberation of the North Korea expy and what he can offer Earth. It's also where the Justice League enters shaky ground because their personal views of justice are grinding against the legal views of justice.

It all comes to ahead when Tarble's men are attacked and killed. Throughout the story, Tarble has been itching for a fight but he's been restraining himself to force himself to change. It's only then that he allows himself to escalate to violence which is what he wanted the entire time because, for him, war is a safety blanket that he feels comfortable with since it's all he's known his entire life. He snapped, then escalated. Something he never did when his own life was in danger. Again, in this case, Tarble is appealing to personal morals because he's not escalating because of his personal issues but in response to the suffering of his people while the Justice League are forced to abide by the legal morality simply because if they don't, then Tarble has in practice conquered Earth.

So, in the end, no one's in the right, but no one is really in the wrong. The Justice League had good reason to not trust Tarble and to do what they did. At the moment, Tarble still is very much a mass-murdering tyrant that no longer surrounded by genocidal mass-murdering sociopathic tyrants. Now, with this chapter, he's stepped onto the road of recovery for the first time.

On a final note, with this chapter, Gone Native will be going on a brief break. I'm building up the backlog and fine-tuning the next arc. Gone Native will be returning on January 31st, so there will be no updates on the 17th and 24th.
 
So after all that I have just one question did he hit super saiyan 2 or super saiyan stage 2 cos both can be called ascended super saiyan.
Thanks for the chapter.
 
So is the next bit of the story gonna be kingdom building because that would be awesome
 
Tarble will now be plotted against by Lex and Cooler, two baldies with as much compassion as they have hair.

It had been made from what was left of my suit. It should sure up his defenses to mental intrusions, as well as allowing him breathe no matter where he was. Just in case.
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He snapped, then escalated.
Did he really though? Even going back and rereading it, I didn't quite get that sense. Tarble directly suggested using Wonder Woman's lasso on the implicated UN leader, a rather reasonable, directed, and non-escalatory response. How rhetorical that suggestion was could be debated, but he did suggest it and was rejected.
 
Aftermath
For what was meant to be a fight for the sake of the human race and their right to decide their own future, Dick Grayson had to admit, losing the fight was way less catastrophic than the picture that had been painted for them by Hal Jordan and John Stewart. Said picture had been the extinction of the human race if they proved to be too much trouble, and enslavement if they didn't put up enough of a fight.

So, the heroes of Earth took upon themselves the task to fight for Earth. To win that fight despite the overwhelming odds. And, instead, they found Tarble to be way, way, way stronger than anyone thought he would be. And slightly more reasonable, but still firmly in the realm of 'I'll kill you if you annoy me too much.'

"Things are… pretty much fine," Dick responded to the question that promoted the thought as he looked at the Wayne Manor. It had been a few weeks since the battle and Earth was still recoiling from the aftermath. The NUN was a surprise. Lex Luthor being the head of it being an unwelcome one. But, it couldn't be denied that a lot of lives had been spared with his tech. Teleporting everyone with a human genome to a pocket dimension saved so many civilians. As did selective targeting of those that weren't human.

It was pretty alarming to learn that Lex had some of Superman's DNA, but it had done its job. At least until it let Tarble into the pocket dimension.

"Are you sure?" Barbara Gordon questioned, sounding doubtful. "Things don't sound fine."

"The Wayne Manor got blown up pretty good," Dick explained, eyeing the busted out wall and ruined living room, feeling an ache in his chest at the sight. "But, it's nothing that can't be repaired with some time," he said, idly kicking a loose board. Barbara was back in the pocket dimension, which some were reluctant to leave. Lex had made it to house the entire population of Earth comfortably. Given Earth wasn't designed for the same, it was little wonder why some wanted to stay.

"The planet isn't on fire, no one is dying, and things are going… pretty much fine," Dick admitted. Tarble was still on the planet, which was reason for unease. His empire was building a space elevator on the continent of Antarctica. Another one on the South pole too. A constant reminder that the battle… had been lost. Too many surprises, too big of a lack of cohesion… too little preparation.

And he meant it. In a way, outside of a completely ruined Gotham city, things were almost normal. He would suit up, patrol around for looters and gang activity, and do his thing. Those that had been displaced were kept in the pocket dimension until they had homes readied for them, but plenty others returned to Earth and began looting those that were either missing or shops that were closed because of a labor shortage.

But, overall…

"It kinda feels dumb," Dick admitted, taking a seat on some rubble. "We fought so hard, and some of us even died, but things just returned to normal right after. It's like… why did we even bother, you know?" he asked, letting out a sigh. He was glad to speak to Barbara; the time dilation effect had been scaled back to be one to one with Earth, making the call possible.

"Hindsight," Barbara offered as a reason. "And just because things haven't changed much yet doesn't mean that they won't change at all. Tarble's currency is going into effect soon. We're going to be a part of a galactic economy. That's going to change things a fair bit." she pointed out, and that was a fair point. It was just that things that /felt/ like they hadn't changed much, not that they hadn't. The world kept spinning, he did his patrols… it all felt so normal.

Though, as he turned his attention to the nonexistent skyline of Gotham, it was evidence that things had changed a great deal and they would never be the same again. Dick had gotten his shots in, and he had even taken a few. His ribs were busted, as was his arm and leg. He probably shouldn't even be out of bed, but he felt so restless that he had to go out and do something. Anything other than lying around.

"What do you think?" Dick asked, picking at an exposed nail with his fingers.

"I think it's going to be a long road," Barbara admitted. "Tarble kept his word -- he avoided killing where he could, but he did kill. I can't say we didn't force his hand into it, but we took losses. Martian Manhunter was set on fire, Dick. Megan says that he hasn't slept since the fight." she pointed out, and not to mention Tarble's express willingness to destroy Earth and everyone on it. Tarble treated it as a last resort, but the fact of the matter was, it was an option for him. That made it tricky to deal with him.

Elongated Man had also died. Aquaman lost a hand and he nearly lost his wife. Zatanna had her throat crushed and she nearly died. Dr. Fate's host was also killed. The superhero community was close knit. It had to be. There were times when it felt as if they were fighting the entire world at times. Dick couldn't say that he knew Elongated Man well, but he still felt his loss. The death of a single hero had the entire community -- Justice League, Teen Titans to the older Titans -- all mourning.

A figure stepped into Dick's field of vision -- Cassandra Cain, his one and only little sister. Sorta. They were family through adoption, but she had been his sister before a piece of paper made it official. Cass smiled at him, offering a small wave as a greeting. She was dressed in casual clothes, her dark hair cut short and her eyes were as dark as her hair. Her exact opposite in appearance and personality stood next to her, Stephanie Brown. His sorta kinda sister or something.

Stephanie has been Robin for a time, but he hadn't really known her until she died. Which was his fault -- he had been working through some personal stuff. Or so they had all thought. Then it turned out that her death had been faked, and she returned to Gotham some years later. He liked Stephanie. She was good for Cass, her extroverted personality framing well with Cass' introverted personality.

But she was dating Tim, who was his little brother, so that made the family tree difficult to follow.

"Looks like my ride is here," Dick said, standing up. "See you soon?"

"You will," Barbara said, making a promise before the call ended. Dick stood up with a small wince -- he really shouldn't be going out at night, because he was paying for it now. Cass and Stephanie walked over, Stephanie offering a lopsided smile.

"Any word on Tim, yet?" she asked as they made their way inside of what was left of the Wayne Manor. The living room was a complete loss. Worse was the hole in the floor that went straight down to the Batcave. Dick didn't like to think about how close they had cut it. Tarble had nearly arrived before they popped into the pocket dimension.

Dick shook his head, "Nothing too recent. Last I heard they were dealing with space pirates a couple thousand light years away." he said, causing a disappointed look to pass over Stephanie's face.

"Would have been nice to know that. I thought they were still on Tameran," Stephanie remarked lightly, and Dick winced on Tim's behalf. He knew that tone. All girls had it. It meant that their significant other was in the dog house the next time they met. Dick wasn't exactly surprised either. Tim was probably one of the smartest people that Dick had ever met, but he was really bad at reaching out and giving updates.

He treated texts as if each word and emoji stole a day of his life or something, so his messages were short and concise and he typically left it to others to inform everyone else that would want to know.

"How… long?" Cass asked, frowning at a hole in the wall that had once been the secret door to the Batcave. It was an unsettling feeling to know that someone other than the family had made their way into the Batcave. For so long, it was a hidden sanctum. Now, it was exposed to the light of day.

To her question, Dick shrugged as they made their way down. "Tim didn't give a time frame, but I expect him to be back in a few weeks." So, a month overall out in space. They could use him and the Teen Titans back on Earth, but they were doing great work out in space. The information they gave painted a picture of the empire that Humanity and Earth would be joining.

There was some good, some bad, and some things that could go either way.

"Did he leave a message for me?" Stephanie asked and Dick fought to suppress another wince. He loved Tim. He did. But he made it difficult sometimes. "Cass?" Stephanie asked, looking at her best friend. There were no secrets from Cassandra Cain. Because of a horrible childhood, she grew up speaking body language as her first language. She only managed to start talking in the last year. It made her a peerless fighter. It also made her a human lie detector.

"No message. Sorry," Cass said as they arrived in the Batcave. The lighting was better with the hole in the ceiling. So, that was nice. Though, everything was wet because of the rain caused by Tarble. But, you had to take the bad with the good.

Stephanie aimed a sweet smile at her, "Don't be. I'll just make the little gremlin suffer when he remembers he has a girlfriend," Stephanie said, not sounding angry. Her relationship was a bit weird in that regard, but it seemed like she understood that it was Tim being Tim and she accepted it for what it was.

The trio came to a stop on a teleport pad that revealed itself as they approached -- the stone floor giving way to a metal platform that rose up in front of them. Stepping on it, he looked at the other two, "Ready?" he asked, and when he earned nods, he placed his hand on the touchpad. It registered his palm print and the ground beneath their feet began to glow.

Then they found themselves on a similar platform, now in Earth's atmosphere on the Watchtower. Standing across from them was Bruce, though the world knew him as Batman. The older Wayne wore a deep frown on his face that hadn't left since their defeat. The plans and back up plans that he had made hadn't worked. As if Bruce needed another reason to be paranoid. He was going to be insufferable for a long time to come.

"Are we the last ones?" Dick asked, stepping off of the platform with Cass and Stephanie in tow. Stephanie was looking around in awe at the dull gray corridor and the featureless room. Dick wasn't sure how long she had known about the Watchtower, but it was her first time on it. She was like a little kid at Disneyland.

Bruce shook his head, "You are." he answered shortly as both of them drank in the other's appearance. Bruce looked tired. The kind of tiredness that told Dick that he was relying on micro naps for sleep. His injuries were also slow to heal -- the Hellbat suit was to blame there. Dick had known about the intensive strain it put on the body, but he never expected it to be so much that even Bruce was struggling to rebound from less than an hour of use.

The powersuits that he and the rest of the Batfamily had used were lesser versions of the Hellbatsuit. Not as fast, not as strong, not as durable, but they didn't actively shave off years of life with each minute spent inside.

"Alfred's going to scold you for not sleeping enough," Dick said as Bruce turned around and began walking down the hallway.

"Not if I tell him you've been sneaking out," was Bruce's retort, so he hadn't lost his mental edge. That was reassuring. Dick spared a glance at Cassandra, who frowned at Bruce's back. Her dark eyes flickered to meet his gaze and she held out a hand and tilted it back and forth. A so-so gesture. Dick preferred a thumbs up, but it was better than a thumbs down. Bruce was doing alright physically. So it might not be necessary to tie him to a bed and knock him out so he had time to recover.

Bruce, as if sensing the exchange, glanced over his shoulder and sent them both a look of annoyance. "We will be beginning soon," he said as a door slid open to reveal a large open room. On one side, there were tall windows that offered a good view of Earth while in the center of the room was a very large round table that had the Justice League emblem etched into its surface. Inside, there were a lot of heroes -- the Justice League, members of his own team, the Titans, while Raven was the only one present to represent the Teen Titans. There were independent heroes as well -- Static Shock, Arsenal, and so on.

As soon as Dick entered the room, he felt the tension. There was almost a straight divide between the heroes and along that divide, Dick heard a lot of the same arguments happening all at once. He looked between the two leaders of the divide -- Wonder Woman, and Aquaman. It shouldn't have come as too much of a shock to Dick to see it, but it was. Arthur Curry almost looked like a different man as he stood across from Wonder Woman, a deep frown on his face as he listened to her speak.

Cass reached out to get his attention, a frown on her own face, "Angry." She voiced, picking up on the tension in everyone's posture.

However, things went silent as Bruce walked forward and took a seat at the table. It was a power move that Dick recognized from Bruce's days as CEO. He was taking control of the room. No small feat considering the number of strong personalities inside the room. "We lost," he voiced, his tone heavy but even, going as far as to push back his cowl to reveal his face as Bruce Wayne. Dick caught a few shocked looks, but Batman's secret identity was an open secret after so many years of being a hero.

Others drifted to the seats offered at the table, but plenty preferred to stand. "Humanity has formally surrendered to King Tarble and his empire. In five months and two weeks, the Earth alliance and all government bodies will dissolve. This is not the outcome that we wanted, but it is the one we are dealing with."

"Hal Jordan might as well have been on Tarble's side with how bad the intel he gave us was," Oliver Queen, or Green Arrow, voiced from his seat at the table. Dick knew that was a similar opinion to what Bruce held.

"It's not right to blame him," Dick spoke up, taking a seat of his own. "Hal didn't know about the Super Saiyan transformation or whatever that second one was. The intel that he gave was of a threat firmly within our ability to deal with. It was his military that we were worried about," Dick reminded. He believed that. Hal and John told them what they knew -- that Tarble was a genocidal and ruthless general that killed billions. And they hadn't been wrong.

Tarble was guilty of committing genocide. He was absolutely ruthless. And he had killed billions. All that was undeniably true.

The mistake was looking at what Tarble did instead of who he was. At the Why behind the What. If they had -- they being all of them -- then they would have foreseen that Tarble could be reasoned with beforehand instead of expecting a battle that might have never come if they played their cards right.

"The fault lies with all of us," Dick reminded, and some heroes looked disappointed, knowing that he was right.

"Why we lost is not why we are here today," Bruce interjected, leaning into his chair. He looked so exhausted that he might very well doze off at any second.

Wonder Woman nodded, "It is to address what we will do now." she continued, crossing her arms as she sat across from Batman at the other end of the table. "We were defeated. Humanity has offered its surrender. As protectors of humanity, in that duty, we have failed. Now, we must decide our next steps. In six months, humanity will be absorbed into Tarble's empire -- do we allow ourselves to be absorbed? Do we lay down our arms and armor? Or do we continue to resist?"

That was the point of division that was dividing the heroes. The 'what now' that came with defeat.

Unsurprisingly, Arthur spoke up, "Humanity has formally surrendered, but there are still many that intend to resist." he spoke, waving a hand as a hologram appeared above the table. They were news headlines of people protesting in the streets about being absorbed into an alien empire. Dick would like to say it was a small number, but it wasn't.

People weren't happy. At all. They viewed themselves as a people that had been conquered. And they intended to resist, Dick saw that when a molotov was thrown at an alien spaceship in Africa that was giving out food and water. The aliens, to Dick's surprise, just walked through the flames and kept working. They wore different armor than the last aid mission -- it was thicker and Barbara said that the shields even prevented air from getting near the armor.

Tarble was prepared for another attack on his aid missions. And, so far, he was being proven right to be wary.

"Which is an insurrection," Wonder Woman pointed out. "Allying with disgruntled masses will be a declaration of war on Tarble's empire and a violation of our charter."

Arthur scowled deeply, "Which won't matter in six months. We made mistakes with Tarble the first time. We underestimated him. And we have learned from those mistakes." His stance was clear. He wanted to continue the fight against Tarble. Dick looked to his missing hand and the by far more noticeable absence of Queen Mera.

It was obvious that he was speaking from personal bias. Queen Mera nearly died from being skewered with his trident. Two weeks later, because of the magic on the trident, it was still touch and go. Why he didn't want to submit to Tarble was obvious, but his push to fight back showed that he thought he could win. That next time, it would be different.

"Our allegiance is to the people. I don't care what Lex Luthor had to say about anything. If the people want to fight, then I think we should fight. We protect humanity, but we aren't their parents. We don't decide their course," Barry Allen spoke, jabbing a thumb at Earth.

"Unless what we need to do is protect humanity from itself," Stephanie spoke up. "Tarble kicked our butts and he did it solo. Well, mostly. If he comes with an army, then we can kiss Earth goodbye. The people protesting are the same people protesting every change under the sun."

"You're speaking in favor of that tyrant?" Arthur glowered at Stephanie, who shrugged with a stunning amount of indifference.

"Pretty much? Look, I don't like Tarble, but I have some pattern recognition skills from my days as Robin -- every time Tarble escalates it's when someone attacks people under his care. His soldiers? He starts throwing hands with Earth. That big guy, Broly? Someone mindwhammied him and Tarble was going to super nuke earth." she stated her opinion, her tone fierce and argumentative. "I think that if we start a war, then Tarble's going to decide to end it."

Wonder Woman nodded, "He stated to me that he kills his enemies. The reason why our losses were so few was because he didn't consider us enemies." she voiced in favor of Stephanie's conjecture, and Dick frowned, knowing that it was true.

"He also spurned help from villains," Dick muttered to himself. Tarble had a number of chances to gain some allies. Instead, he actively fought against them. He called them traitors to Earth. Which was… weird. Tarble was a calm, calculative, and ruthless man. There was no other way to say it. But teaming up in that situation should have been the obvious choice. Instead, he fought everyone, and fought those that offered to help him twice as hard. His motive could only be described as completely irrational. Which didn't fit.

"That doesn't make it better," Arthur argued. "Those are still the actions of a tyrant. Can any of you stay that you want to be lorded over by a man that kills his enemies without anything resembling mercy? That murders and calls it Justice?" he asked the room, and there were a number of shuffling feet. His words resonated with a number of people. They resonated with Dick too. "If humanity decided to fight against him, then he would kill them all. Men. Women. Children. He's done it before. I cannot accept such a man as my ruler and the ruler of my people."

Wonder Woman frowned, "Capacity and willingness are two different things. The War of Light was beyond our ability to comprehend. I cannot claim that I would have done what Tarble did in his position, but you are assigning malice and desire to his actions that are not there. You forget that Tarble only responded to provocation when his people suffered unjust acts. A tyrant, he might be, but he is not evil."

"Nor is he beyond redemption," A familiar voice spoke up, making Dick turn around in his chair to see Clark entering the room. He looked mostly fine. Seeing bandages on him and his arm in a sling was almost weird to see. Clark looked at him, offering a slight nod as he took an open chair at the table. "Tarble respects us. He said as much to me. He wants to expand the Justice League to the point that it encompasses his empire."

Arthur looked as if he was about to snarl and bare his teeth at Superman. "You want to join forces with him?" he questioned, sounding furious that was even an option.

Clark, however, nodded. "I think we are limiting ourselves in scope. Our duties of upholding Truth and Justice don't just apply to humans. Our responsibilities don't start and stop on Earth. I believe that we should use the time granted to us to make peace with the change that has happened and make the most of it." he spoke, and there was a beat of silence in the room as everyone considered their stance's carefully.

Dick didn't really know what he wanted to do. Arthur wasn't wrong. Neither was Clark. Or Diana. Or Stephanie. He could easily see all of their points and how valid they were. There just wasn't a clear course of action that was marked as the right thing to do.

Because their decisions would impact humanity. If they backed the resistance brewing, then humanity would find itself at war, a war they very well might not win. Or, they could encourage the transition into Tarble's empire which would soothe a lot of worries. Defeat or not, a lot of people still put a lot of trust in the Justice League. To the point that people were begging them to either fight Tarble or end the protests.

"I think we should put it to a vote," Dick said, earning the attention of everyone. "A collective decision. Our charter with the UN has an expiration date. It doesn't matter. What we should decide is what we believe is the best choice not just for ourselves, but for humanity as a whole." he said, earning nods all around as people quickly took a liking to the idea.

"Alright. All those in favor of supporting the resistance?"

Hands went up.

"All those in favor of integrating with Tarble's Empire?"

Hands went down and others went up.

And a decision was made.

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Clark says "upholding Truth and Justice"....how arrogant do you have to be to say such a thing? They have seriously need to understand the humilty!

Seriously! few hours ago the Truth and Justice was fight Tarble and defend the Earth and now the Truth and Justice is helping Tarble?! WTF?!

Superman is an incredible hypocrite!

But that no matter because is clearly the hero of the Earth WANT continue the war.....expecially Aquaman. So the War is not over and the "Thruth and Justice" of Superman have no value.....Like always.

P.S. Sorry for my English XD
 
Hmm honestly a villians PoV interlude would be more interesting or maybe starting from when Superman woke up showing sniped of the hero's PoV as It is this one doesn't bring much to the overall story
 
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