Chapter 1: Brave New World

The following is a Story-Focused Narrative between Sparga and Mokaryu̅.

Post Order shall proceed as follows:

Sparga > Mokaryu̅ > Repeat
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There was a strange sense of peace that went reverberated in his heart as he flew overhead through the skyline up above Parsley City. The knowledge that somehow, against all odds and all the tribulations, his efforts were beginning to bear fruit was something he thought might never occur. Sparga always assumed his goal of restoring the symbol on his uniform as an ideal of hope would be an uphill climb that even his strength could never lift without difficulty. But somehow, one way or another, the people of Earth weren’t totally afraid of him anymore. There was still a large majority of the population who were - the scars left by Kal’s tyrannical regime would never truly go away, nor would the memories of those who bore those injuries. But that was the burden that the Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid accepted when he took on his adoptive father’s mantle and legacy, however tarnished it is. He hadn’t expected to polish some of that blemish off of such a heavy responsibility any time soon, but somehow or another, there was a decent forty percent of Earth’s population who were at least open to hearing him out. It fluctuated up and down between thirty-five percent, sure, and his comrades constantly told him not to worry too much about it. But the symbol he wore meant something to him - and it used to mean something to the world too. And that meant notion meant more to him than the idea of him actually wearing the crest.
He fought tooth and nail, even against his own long-lost flesh and blood, because he believed in that ideal so fiercely. So ardently. And somehow, the universe heard his passion. And the memory of Kal-El the tyrant was slowly being pieced over by the whispers of Sparga the idealist. There were plenty of intergalactic warlords who always came to test whether or not the new Superman did in fact defeat and usurp the previous one, eager to prove themselves as the top of the interstellar food chain. But none had succeeded. Sparga was settling into his new position as Superman well over these past few four years since his departure from the Time Patrol.

It has been six months since Sparga’s triumph over the Kryptonian warlord who found a way to restore the Planet Krypton - now a barren and lifeless world waiting for occupation after his victory. But Sparga didn’t know what to do with an empty planet he never wanted in the first place. And four years prior to that since the Saiyan of Steel left the Time Patrol, four years since the multiverse was reshaped in a desperate effort to prevent its collapse. And somehow, only a handful of people ever actually noticed the difference, if they did at all. And another two years before that where Sparga actually defeated the man who raised him to restore the ideal of Superman as a symbol of hope. Sparga had kept himself busy in that time, desperately trying to help the people of Earth when he wasn’t preventing catastrophe or thwarting a galactic thug with a chip on their shoulder. If he didn’t know better, he’d believe that this remade Earth pieced together with parts of two worlds he’s lived in separately was in fact the only world he’d ever known. It was just… somehow too right. Like things were finally starting to make sense and come together for him. Things that he thought needed to be kept apart being made whole somehow gave him the clarity to start accepting all parts of himself at last, even parts he thought were ugly. It was like he couldn’t truly be Superman until he accepted those ugly parts of himself to bring his soul into balance.

And now that he had, it was like everything was finally falling into place.

A soft chirping beep in his ear alerted the Superman to his communicator to an incoming signal, and he let his flight’s momentum decline to a comfortable brake. Once his glide had stabilized into levitation, he lifted his hand up to press the button in his earpiece to open the signal and listen.

Sparga: “Go for Superman.”

Green Lantern: “Supes! Buddy! Please, listen. I’m telling ya! Justice Gang is NOT a good name! We’re almost done rebuilding the Hall, we deserve to call ourselves the Justice League! You’re almost done with your patrol, right? Come on back and I’ll show you my eighty-seven page power point about why we deserve to call ourselves the Justice League!”

Sparga: “... Miso, we’ve been over this. There’s only three of us. That’s not enough for– D-Did… you say eighty-seven pages?”
Miso: “I told you, bro! I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this! It’s practically written in the stars, man!”

Sparga hovered silently for a few seconds longer than he’d have liked, shell-shocked by this looming danger. It beggared belief to even comprehend such a colossal magnitude. What the hell did he put in that power point to make it eighty-seven full pages?! Sparga knew he’d have to go back to the Hall of Justice sooner or later, but he was not about to tackle that fight without backup.

Miso: “Supes? Bro? You still there? Hellllooooo…. I know your radio is still on. You good?”

Sparga: “.... Yeeeaahhhh… Why don’t we wait for Braiselle to finish her patrol too before we worry about that, Lantern?”

Miso: “Good idea! I’ll radio her right now!”

Sparga winced, pitying the Green Lantern recruit for that if he actually bothered Braiselle with this. Not exactly eager to listen to those two fight again, he released the pressure of his finger off of his earpiece to cut the frequency and disable two-way communication. He wanted to actually keep his head in the game while he was out in the field. But for all intents and purposes, it was so peaceful and quiet right now that he wanted to just keep flying aimlessly. And if no criminal activity or dangers from beyond reared their head, he’d do exactly that. Earth always needed its Superman, and he was ever vigilant to remain its stalwart guardian. But right now, he was more than content to enjoy this rare moment of idyllic calm, for however long it lasts. This world, this universe, was still so new and had so much to offer upon its rebirth and union of its previously separate parts. And whatever lay in store across the horizon, he was ready to meet it.

 

[Sparga]

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The woman’s narrow evasion of his incoming fist wasn’t of anything that brought concern to Sparga’s demeanor. In his own capacity for speeds that massively dwarfed light speed, this own acceleration was far from his maximum potential and the world had proven itself full of warriors who were almost as fast as he is. But even with him moving this low in comparison to his full output, she was still fast enough to evade his attack and counter. And with his perception being possessed of equal speeds as his movement, he watched her swing her legs toward his body. But while he had made sure to keep his guard and reflexes engaged in order to prepare his reaction should the need arise, he chose not to in this moment. While she might be fast, the lack of whatever magic she possessed that injured him earlier being present in these rising kicks meant that when her legs slammed into his abdomen and then jaw were met with an unnatural and almost impossible resilience. The sounds echoed out dully when her strikes connected true only to resonate with a bassy
KLA-KLANG!!

Even despite making solid impact, his body was absurdly dense and sturdy. And the passive bio-electric aura he possessed that acted like a dampening zone for any blunt force trauma to pass through and be absorbed by meant that to strike him with non-mystical means would mean a portion of the force exerted would first have to sift itself through that thick aura of his first before whatever remained might land against him. True to his name, the Saiyan of Steel was a proverbial tank of a man and when Mokaryu’s kicks connected, it might feel as though she were slamming her legs into tempered and unbending metal alloys. And when her tail lashed out to whip against him, he still remained fast and didn’t yet budge an inch while grinning. She might have done her homework on him, but she hadn’t yet earned a passing grade.

Before Sparga could begin his retaliation, he both sensed and felt the movement below when Rutaba decided to enter the proximity of the clash as if it were a playground for him to roughhouse around in. The sound of a fist smashing through stone echoed in his perception below, bringing him to scowl in frustration. The shockwave of Mokaryu’s kicks against his unflinching physique thankfully pushed the child back and away from the battle, but then the sound of laughter broke the silence. The sensation of energy spiking into ignition caused Sparga to shift his gaze away from Mokaryu and toward Rutaba, but he didn’t keep his senses off of her either, splitting his focus between the two. And then the volley came.

His scowl twitched at the corner of his lip and Sparga would have sighed if he didn’t move faster than that simple expression might have taken to play out. Swinging both arms back behind his chest before slamming them forward, the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid clapped his palms together with extreme force, releasing a shockwave of pure force that drummed out like a thundercrack. The ripple of air that pulsed out when he clapped his hands together sent a rush of hot wind out in all directions toward both of them in order to both force Mokaryu back and allow her to regain her footing while simultaneously meeting Rutaba’s barrage of blasts head-on so that each shot he fired would be met instead with the shockwave to explode harmlessly. He knew the attacks wouldn’t harm him, but he couldn’t focus on keeping the boy safe while also prying him off of his shoulders like this. This was a battle, not a jungle gym.

Sparga: “I told you to stay back! This kind of fight isn’t playtime!”

His fists clenched in to fold apart the clasped hands as he readied himself to focus back on the fight, intent on thwarting the villain who attacked him and this planet to sate their own curiosity. Craning his neck back to the side so he could comfortably maintain more attention on Mokaryu, he readjusted and sharpened his senses to maintain vigilance. He just needed to land one clean strike to demonstrate the futility of this endeavor and hopefully teach her why messing with Earth wasn’t a smart ploy while he was on the clock as its protector. But she was a slippery one, wasn’t she? If nothing else, this might be a nice way to pass the time and keep his blood from going cold. Mind and Body as One with his senses sharp and his reflexes primed into readiness, he kept his attention on the both of them so he might be reactive and alert, waiting patiently for the next move.

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[Prince Mokaryū]

Mokaryū notices how ineffective her light strikes were, which made her quickly adjust upon feeling how dense he felt and to wipe the smile on his face, wanting him to be serious about their little test of skills "Come on, don't be too tense, loosen up and get into the flow!" she says with a wide smirk that showed her impressive fangs for teeth but sensing the child near and firing Ki blasts causing her to shrink herself and fly upwards to avoid the incoming attack even though she knows it won't do much damage to her but felt the force from Sparga when he clapped his palms together releasing a shockwave that sounded like a thunderclap but taking this oppurtunity as he takes his gaze off Rutaba. Instead of using 20% of her power, she'll have to unleash more, which she did after returning to normal. This began to crush everything in their vicinity under the heaviness of her aura, probably making the child feel heavy from it. "I don't think I'll be calling you Superman, feels like a mouthful to pronounce," she taps her chin, deep in thought, before giving him a subtle smirk, "but we will figure that out while we dance." Her presence now gives off a more deadly aura that'll determine whether Sparga is prepared.

Mokaryū took off towards Sparga, and the force she created sent shockwaves across the landscape that made every stone in the area shatter. She flew so fast that even Rutaba wouldn't be able to keep up with her speed as she went behind Sparga. How she landed brought dust up in the air, giving her cover to kick up and create Ki blades on each heel of her foot, and she spun at a similar speed he displayed, showing she can keep up. If he manages to evade this attack, she will follow up with using rapid movement to close the distance again, focusing ki into her fist that would deliver a powerful strike with her ki, leaving an effect of heaviness due to her unique ki tied to her species.

 

[Rutaba]

Rutaba slammed into the canyon floor so hard he made a fresh crater.

“OWWWWW—!”

Dust and rocks flew everywhere as the little Saiyan bounced once and skidded across the ground on his back. He just laid there for a second, staring up at the sky while pebbles kept raining down on him.

Then his fists clenched tight.

The whole mesa started shaking.

“…I said I could help…”

His voice cracked.

Up above, Sparga and Mokaryū’s fight was going insane. The pressure kept rolling over everything like the sky was cracking open. Every hit made the mountains rumble so bad. Every move was so fast he could barely even see them anymore.

And that made him furious.

“RRRRAAAAAHHHHH!!”

Rutaba exploded up to his feet with a blast of blue ki that tore the crater wider. Orange-red sparks went flying all over as his tail whipped behind him like crazy. Rocks started floating around him just from how hard his aura was pushing.

“I’M NOT A LITTLE KID!!”

BOOOOM!!

His power surged again, even harder.

The ground under him collapsed more.

Everything started feeling unstable — raw and wild and totally out of control. His teeth were grinding so hard while waves of energy ripped through the canyon. The sparks around him got brighter and sharper.

Then something changed.

The air felt weird.

Rutaba froze right in the middle of yelling.

“…Huh…?”

His blue aura flickered hard once—

Then it turned gold.

A huge shockwave exploded outward across the whole canyon.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Golden light burst off him like a bomb. It smashed apart cliffs nearby, sent giant boulders flying, and cracked the ground under his feet in huge jagged lines that went forever.

His black hair flashed—

Then it went bright gold, spiking up even wilder.

His eyes turned that fierce turquoise.

Lightning started snapping all around his little body while the golden aura roared up into the sky like a giant firestorm.

Rutaba was hovering a few inches off the ground without even noticing, breathing super fast, eyes wide as hell.

“…W-What…?”

He stared at his glowing hands, flipping them around like they belonged to someone else.

The power rushing through him was crazy. Everything felt lighter and faster and clearer. He could actually see Sparga and Mokaryū moving now. His heart was pounding like it was gonna explode, and every part of him was screaming with pure Saiyan instinct.

Then—

Rutaba grinned.

A huge, wild, totally crazy eight-year-old grin.

“HAHAHAHA!!”

The canyon blew up again as he accidentally shot upward way too hard, bouncing off a cliff before catching himself.

“I’M ALL GOLDEN!!”

He spotted his reflection in a floating rock.

“MY HAIR LOOKS SO COOL!!”

The excitement hit him like a truck.

Rutaba started zooming around the battlefield on pure instinct, laughing like a maniac while golden ki streaked behind him in huge blazing trails. Every move made sonic booms. Every stop shattered the air.

“WHOOOAAAAA!! TOO FAST— TOO FAST—”

BOOM!!

He overshot and smashed right through the top of a mesa with his shoulder, spinning out before fixing himself.

“Sorry!!”

Golden electricity kept jumping across him as he finally skidded to a stop way up high, breathing hard but still grinning like an idiot.

Then his eyes locked forward again.

And for the first time since this fight started—

Rutaba actually looked dangerous.

Not ‘cause he understood the power.

Not ‘cause he controlled it.

But ‘cause this eight-year-old Saiyan kid had just gone Super Saiyan from pure rage, instinct, and crazy potential… and he still wanted to jump right back in swinging.

 

[Sparga]

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Mokaryu’s suggestion for Sparga to lighten up fell on deaf ears, given the irony that she was the one who initiated the conflict by attacking him. Maybe to her, this was a test of skill, but to the Superman, it was an invasion and a threat - things not to be taken lightly. As her strikes connected to bang against his physique in futility, he watched her bare her fangs like a predator salivating at its prey before his hands clapped together to produce a thundering shockwave of sheer force and overwhelming power that would successfully blow both of them back and away from him. When her aura sparked into ignition once again, he felt the waves of gravitational pressure magnify against him, which he once again stood resilient in the face of. If this was some kind of power of hers, she’d have to crank it up to get him to buckle - Sparga had endured and fought through the overwhelming forces of a black hole in the past, and while she had increased the gravity in the radius of her aura, there was nothing to imply it was of the same intensity as an event horizon.

Having established Mind and Body as One with his senses sharp and his guard raised, he remained undaunted by the intimidation of her aura’s malevolence. And when her movement picked up into high speeds that produced pulverizing kinetic distributions of force from the emission of shockwaves, he still held his ground. Every sense in his perception was attuned to the highest sensitivity so that nothing might evade his notice so that when she landed behind him with a harsh crash that might kick up dirt and dust, he wasn’t going to be as blind as she might have assumed he’d be. One true lesson is that it takes more than eyesight and a strong arm to be a warrior - it takes skill, grit, and situational awareness. Hearing the buzz of air particles displaced from the movement of her actions, the vibrating hum of the world around him told him more than enough for him before he might even need to turn around. When her leg swung out in a wide arc while spinning after the igniting spark of energy from somewhere low on her body, he didn’t even turn around nor evade when he held his arm up to brace and lock his shoulder and forearm into place. While not having succinct knowledge of her own species’ anatomy or sensory perception, he could only assume she was limited in visibility by her own smokescreen as much as she thought he might be. So when her leg swung out in a swiping rotation, the calf muscle on the back of her leg would slam into Sparga’s forearm, assuming correct angle and placement from his estimation given that he hadn’t even so much as turned around yet. He was so overwhelmingly confident that he didn’t even bother turning his back away from her when he blocked, choosing to stand his ground and shore up his defenses rather than evade. And upon a successful impact, that same clamoring klang like flesh slamming into steel would echo when the burst of force slammed into his arm, producing yet another shockwave that scattered the dust around them into a billowing gust that blew out in all directions.

And then his tail whipped out like a viper, lashing with dizzying speed that couldn’t even track against light-wave emissions in order to produce the actual visual perception necessary for a lesser warrior to follow his movements. In an instant, his furred prehensile limb swung up to crack with monstrous force that would exude yet another concussive discharge of stale air to explode out around them before his tail might even make contact to smack up into her body and knock her back. If his strike landed true, she’d find herself struck with 500 megatons of force, over ten times more powerful than any man-made nuclear armament in relation to explosive power. But while this attack lacked in destructive radiation that would vaporize material or targets commonly found in nuclear weapons, it more than dwarfed in blunt force trauma. He just needed to land a single hit to drive home how pointless this fight is.

Sparga: “You say it’s a mouthful to pronounce, but you literally just said it. How does– Y’know what? No. I’m not gonna argue with you.”

Below, he could feel Rutaba’s eruption of emotional outrage radiate through his energy’s sudden spike. The area around and under his feet shuddered with deep tremors as the boy’s power continued to rise, and Sparga’s frown deepened. Hearing the boy’s deep warhowl down below the canyon made Sparga feel the familiar spark of forceful Ki energy peak into a sudden jolt skyward, signifying a sudden jump in output. And then the tell-tale glow of golden light illuminated down below, and Sparga’s brow furrowed. It had been a while since he saw that glow.

The eruption of aurum luminescence that spread out across the canyon when the young Saiyan achieved what Sparga could only assume was an ascension was confirmed when he caught sight of Rutaba taking flight at high speeds. He might not even know what was happening to him right now, but he was clearly overjoyed with his spike in strength and power, strength he didn’t yet know how to control from the looks of it. Watching the child zip around at amplified speeds to crash into nearby craggy stones, Sparga’s senses were as sharp as ever to maintain awareness of both fighters as Rutaba leveled a look of pure fighting intent toward him.

With a heavy sigh, the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid let his tail flicker before his expression focused into one of determination and sharp vigilance. Keeping Mind and Body as One so that his perception might stay sharp and alert from all sides and directions, he kept his posture strong and flexible to maintain readiness.

Sparga: “Going Super Saiyan doesn’t change the fact that a child has no place in a warzone, kid. But I get how intense the first transformation is, and you probably wanna burn off some of that energy. So…”

With his guard raised and his reflexes primed, he lifted one hand out in extension with his palm facing up, his fingers curled to gesture playfully in approval to approach. He was admittedly making this more inconvenient for himself. But he was Superman. And he was more than confident that he could handle this.

 

[Prince Mokaryū]

Mokaryū felt the impact of her strike to his arm, which he blocked, the impact feeling like hitting steel. That made her more frustrated at this man who kept hardening his body to block the attacks she threw at him. As she was about to strike him with an impulse fist, she had to shrink and evade his tail strike, reducing herself to ant size, but the force of his tail sent her tumbling back from the shockwave. Using this advantage to observe Sparga talk to Rutaba as the kid was shooting up into the air with his hair now a golden yellow and eyes turquoise, his ki blazing a yellow coloration, but the power he was unleashing made her feel more interested in this little boy, however, her attention went back to the man she desired to fight. Flying straight at Sparga in her small form but flicks her hand at his back, sending tiny pinprick rods into his upper and lower back before returning to normal "You know what, fine, fuck it, I'll go all out then." she says then began to unleash her full power, the ground under her feet began to break and sink under the full pressure, the clouds now under the influence of her unique biology of gravity began to darken and rumble with thunder in the sky, electricity crackling with her pink aura that went from stable to flaring up like a flame as her power skyrocketed making her one of the strongest aliens anyone will encounter. Still, in comparison to Sparga, it would be like an apprentice and master facing off, both knowing how devastating it will be, both power levels hardly matching, but great enough to cause islands to crumble.

Mokaryū stares into his eyes with her violet ones now glowing brightly with a smirk "Better yet, i don't mind the kid join since he's itching to join" looks at Rutaba then back to Sparga "I'll be more gentle with him.....but you, the gloves are off" she says before causing the rods she planted on him to return to normal size, intending to impale him immediately before flying straight at him but fires a Ki blast at Rutaba, barely strong enough to injure him but enough to get his attention.

 

[Rutaba]

Golden light blew up all across the canyon like a damn bomb went off as Rutaba floated way up high over the battlefield, rocking his brand new Super Saiyan form for the first time ever. His spiky golden hair was thrashing around in the crazy storm winds while little bolts of electricity kept snapping and popping all over his tiny body in wild bursts. He still couldn’t get a real grip on the transformation yet — the power felt way too huge crashing through his chest, burning too hot, racing too fast in his blood.

But man… he was eating it up.

“WHOOOOAAAAAA!!”

Rutaba blasted forward like a golden rocket, accidentally punching straight through the side of a cliff and exploding out the other end hacking and spitting out dust.

“OKAY MAYBE A LITTLE TOO FAST—”

BOOOOM!!

He yanked himself back on course with a messy ki burst and started zigzagging all over the sky like a lunatic, cracking up the whole time. Bright golden trails ripped through the air behind every move he made.

Then Mokaryū’s ki blast came screaming right at him.

Rutaba’s turquoise eyes popped wide open.


“OH MY GOSH!!!”

Instead of dodging like any sane person would, the little gremlin twisted sideways in the air and straight-up planted both feet on the blast for a split second like it was a damn surfboard.

BOOM!!

The explosion sent him flying backward, spinning like a top through the sky.

“HAHAHAHA!!”

He wasn’t even scared — if anything the kid looked twice as pumped now.

Rutaba flipped over a few times before he finally caught himself, golden aura roaring like crazy while he skidded across nothing but air. Sparks kept jumping around his fists and his tail was going nuts behind him.

“She’s actually going for it now!!”

That grin on his face was huge enough to split his cheeks.

Down in the canyon everything was shaking harder from Sparga and Mokaryū slamming into each other, but Rutaba’s eyes were glued straight on Mokaryū. For the first time since the glow-up, his wild hype started turning into real fight focus.

Not smart plans or anything.

Just straight Saiyan blood screaming at him.

His breathing got a little steadier.

Shoulders dropped.

Golden ki kept pouring off him in thick waves while the wind whipped around like mad.

Then Sparga told him to go ahead and burn off some of that extra energy.

Rutaba blinked.

The grin that hit his face right after was pure feral little kid energy.

“…Best. Idea. Ever.”

He cracked his knuckles loud enough for it to echo across the rocks and jabbed a finger right at Sparga with a cocky little smirk.

“And if you start underestimating me too, Sparga, I’ll kick your butt right after hers!”

The air exploded underneath him as Rutaba completely disappeared from where he was floating.

One second he was way up high.

The next—

CRAAASH!!

He came slamming down right between Sparga and Mokaryū like a meteor, cratering the ground hard enough to send stone and dirt flying everywhere. Golden lightning crackled out in every direction.

The little Saiyan slowly stood up in the middle of the fresh crater, steam rising off his shoulders, fists squeezed tight at his sides.

He pointed straight at Mokaryū.

“Alright listen up!!”

Golden ki exploded around him again like a bonfire.

“I got no clue what’s even happening right now—”

Electricity kept snapping and popping all over him.

“BUT THIS FEELS FREAKING AWESOME!!”

No more talking.

Rutaba shot forward at full reckless speed.

Zero control.

Total chaos.

His little fist cocked back glowing bright gold as he screamed at the top of his lungs.

FURIOUS RUSSSSSSHHHHH!!”

 

[Sparga]

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The whip of his tail’s swift strike producing the shockwave to push Mokaryu away and force her to take some breathing room, he proceeded with the previously stated course of action to goad Rutaba into a fight as well as establish defensive measures both in the form of sharp reflexes and preternatural perception. So when Mokaryu flew back at Sparga and sent more projectiles at him from his rear flank, he might not have had eyes in the back of his head, but he didn’t need them. Not when he could hear the vibrational resonance of air waves rippling from her movements, and then the inclusion of additional vibrational sources to indicate that there were several additional objects moving toward him through the air. And having learned his lesson from the beginning when she assaulted him without warning or provocation, the Saiyan of Steel was not about to just stand idly and wait for her to run him through with some random objects. His body lilted to the side with a pivot of his right foot to bring him into a comfortable sidestepping lean so that whatever it was she threw at him would spear through the air harmlessly before making contact with him. As he bladed his physique out of harms way, he’d glance up at her with a playful and cocky grin before she might expand back to full size - as if letting her know that he always knew where she was. He was so smug that it bordered on arrogant.

When her aura expanded out to cause the ground to shudder beneath her and send electromagnetic disturbances into the atmosphere, he stood steadfast and sure. Undaunted and cocksure in his belief in his abilities, he watched the rods return to normal size just before stabbing into the ground where he would have stood had he not moved and his grin widened. So she was definitely trying to kill him, then. As if that first attack with those shards of debris didn’t tell him that already. As far as Sparga was concerned, Mokaryu was a threat to not just him if he let his guard down - something he was not going to do until he knew she was subdued, but to the Earth and as for the pint sized Super Saiyan? Sparga held his ground and waited for the boy to come.

Mind and Body as One, he kept his super senses sharp and alert so as to maintain the area of radius he perceived for thousands of miles around. His awareness so acute and vigilant that nothing might escape his notice, and his body relaxed and ready to react, the Superman patiently held the line in the sand. His boots dug deep, leaving firm footprints where he stood as the winds around them plumed dust and sand at his feet.

When Rutaba charged with his fist cocked back, Sparga held his ground, ready to react with eager anticipation and baited breath while keeping half of his attention on Mokaryu so that any activity she engages in wouldn’t be blind to him.

 

[Prince Mokaryū]

Mokaryū's eyes widen seeing that her hidden rods didn't hit the target but hit air and landed in the dirt, seeing this made her feel like this person has some unique defense against her attacks that allowed him to evade and block them without harm. Mokaryū would have to figure that out, but for now, she wanted to test and see how capable this boy truly is, getting into a fighting position that shifts for defensive posture as this boy flew right at her with all he has and more in his cocked fist, using a caffaian technique by holding up her index and middle finger to activate it and a shimmering gravitational field appeared around her body like a second skin and rippled upon Rutaba's strike hitting her hard and causing the ground to shatter and make her fly across the desert but she smiles feeling how strong it was but caught herself midair "Come Rutaba! show me more!" she says loud enough, her professional martial artist facade drops and reveals a teenager excited for a brawl. She flew back at a fraction of the speed but still fast enough to leave him lost as she came behind him and gave a swift round-house kick that would send him flying if he managed to dodge it, then she would smack him across the sternum using her tail that would send him bouncing off the ground before following up with a double hammer slam that would send him crashing harder into the dirt, making a crater.

 

[Rutaba]

The moment Rutaba’s glowing fist slammed into Mokaryū’s weird shimmering aura, it felt like punching straight into a damn waterfall made of solid mountains.

BOOOOM!!

The hit shattered the desert ground under them, rock and dust blasting out in every direction like a bomb went off. Rutaba’s turquoise eyes lit up with pure shock.

“I HIT HER!!”

For one glorious second the little Saiyan actually thought he’d landed a winning blow.

Then Mokaryū stopped flying backward like it was nothing.

“…Uh oh.”

Before his overloaded Super Saiyan brain could come up with any kind of plan, she was already on him.

Rutaba spun around fast but saw absolutely nothing.

“…Where’d she go?”

WHAM!!

Her roundhouse kick smashed into his side and sent him skipping across the canyon like a golden stone on water. The whole world turned into a blur of sky, dirt, and crackling sparks as he tumbled end over end, bouncing hard off rocks and cliffs.

“AAGGHHH!!”

He finally caught himself in midair, skidding across nothing but ki while trying to shake it off.

“I MEANT TO DO THAT—”

SMACK!!

Mokaryū’s tail whipped across his chest before he could finish the sentence, folding him up like a cheap folding chair. Rutaba’s tiny body bounced across the desert floor, rocks exploding under every skip — once, twice, three times — before the double hammer strike came crashing down from above.

KRAAAASH!!

The canyon floor caved in completely as Rutaba disappeared into a fresh crater, golden lightning exploding outward from the impact zone in wild arcs.

For a few long seconds… nothing moved.

Total silence.

Then a small dusty hand reached up from the middle of the hole.

Another hand grabbed the edge.

Slowly, covered head to toe in dirt and debris, Rutaba hauled himself back out.

His hair was still bright gold.

His aura was still roaring strong.

But one cheek had a big dirt smudge on it.

He stood there wobbling for a second before spitting out a pebble.

“…Pthoo!”

Rutaba stared down at the rock in his hand.

Then back up at Mokaryū.

Then over at Sparga.

Then straight back at Mokaryū.

His eyes suddenly went huge with wild delight.

“…THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

Golden energy exploded around him again in a massive burst.

“You hit REALLY hard!!”

He rolled one shoulder, then the other, wincing a little from the ache.

“…Okay… maybe a bit too hard.”

His tail lashed back and forth like crazy as the Super Saiyan power kept surging through him, making it almost impossible to stand still. Rutaba dropped into the closest thing he had to a real fighting stance — it wasn’t perfect, honestly it was kinda sloppy — but his grin was massive and full of fire.

“I don’t even know how I turned into this!”

He pointed at his own glowing golden hair with one finger.

“I just got REALLY mad and then everything went all shiny!”

A little bolt of electricity snapped off his shoulder.

He blinked at it.

“…Neat.”

Then his attention snapped right back to Mokaryū.

The grin slowly shifted.

Not angry.

Not mean.

Just pure, hungry Saiyan excitement burning in his eyes.

“You wanna see more?”

Golden ki erupted around him like a bonfire going nuclear.

“So do I!!”

With zero plan and all the reckless energy in the world, Rutaba blasted forward again, tearing across the canyon like a golden comet on steroids. This time he didn’t just throw a punch right away.

Instead he started zipping around her in wild, completely unpredictable circles, laughing his head off the entire time.

“HAHAHAHA!!”

One pass.

Two passes.

Three.

Then he suddenly dove straight in, unleashing a rapid flurry of little Super Saiyan punches and kicks with everything his tiny body could throw at her.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!”

Punch.

“But THIS—”

Kick.

“IS THE COOLEST—”

Another punch.

“THING—”

Spinning kick.

“EVER!!”

 

[Sparga]

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There was an unshakeable confidence to Sparga’s presence, a stalwart resilience and unquenchable belief in the assurance of his own capabilities that bordered on unreasonable - or it would be for anyone who hadn’t fought so hard to prove themself a Superman. To have gone through the trials he had faced to stand before them while wearing that crest adorning his suit’s chest was no simple feat - proving his worth and earning the right to wear such a weighty symbol that meant so much meant proving he had the strength to back up such confidence. And it was why he had earned his epithet as the Saiyan of Steel.

With the two fighters choosing to engage one another instead, this allowed Sparga to cross his arms over his chest while levitating up off of the ground to find himself a vantage point where he could oversee the battle while it unfolded. This way, he could allow Rutaba the fight he wanted while making sure that Mokaryu wasn’t going to cause any real harm. He didn’t trust her yet - how could he when she had managed to pierce his hide with that underhanded and sneaky pre-emptive assault? He wasn’t going to let his guard down around her just yet. And if she took the fight too far with Rutaba, he’d step in. But for now, he’d let the pint-sized Super Saiyan have his fun. She didn’t seem too keen on hurting the boy too much. She might still trying to play some sort of game, get them to let their guard down and lull them into a false sense of security. So he was much more keen to study her than he was Rutaba. He’d seen a dozen Super Saiyans by this point in his life. She was new to him - her entire biology and species foreign to his knowledge and understanding.
So the Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid found himself a perch atop a nearby mountain plateau where he could observe uninterrupted and unimpeded.

From here, he could watch the fight unfold with the studious discipline of a martial artist and a warrior.

From his elevated position, he held his arms crossed over his chest and watched the exchange quietly. Mokaryu’s shimmering incandescent aura caught his hinterest and he watched Rutaba charge to deliver a punch that caused the ground around the two fighters to crater beneath them. And then the trading of blows began in earnest, with Sparga’s own warrior’s blood chilling in his veins into a state of calm while he watched. Overhead, the sun shone down brightly to let his Photonucleic Effect drink deep of the vitalizing solar rays while he kept his senses sharp and honed to remain alert to their every move. Mind and Body as One, the Superman let a subtle smile play at his features while he let them have their duel. A true warrior didn’t interfere with an honorable match, and he wasn’t going to cut into their dance until the time was right. Rutaba was a true Saiyan, alright - he clearly liked to stay in the pocket and engage directly, shrugging off any attack thrown his way. And while the nature of her abilities was still not fully known to Sparga, it was apparent to his sharp perception that Mokaryu was every bit a brawler herself. They had fighting spirit, the both of them. His responsibilities as Superman would take priority, and they might not be a match for his hero duties, but he still had a few friends in Conton City who might be interested in these two…

He just needed to make sure neither of them were a danger - Mokaryu to the Earth, and Rutaba to himself mostly. So he held his ground, watching with sharp eyes that missed no detail.

 

[Prince Mokaryū]

Mokaryū smiles, seeing Rutaba smile at her, wanting more from him, and pointing at his own hair in amazement, never expecting to see himself with golden hair and increased power radiating from his little body like a battery given extra juice from a lightning strike hitting a rod connected to it. Watching the boy look at her with pure excitement only made her feel more excited to see more from him, listening to how he addressed her comment, then replying before he flew at full speed, zipping around her with reckless energy that tore up the canyon with his laughter echoing across the place. She was expecting him to come at her with some strategy. Still, she was not anticipating him to come and strike at her upon the third roundabout, feeling the blows of the young boy's strikes rattled her entire skeletal body, with the surrounding area shaking and crumbling from the shockwave, each punch sent blood flying from her face, each kick shook her body and sent it crashing into pillars and boulders that merely made debris become dust clouds that made even their clash hard to be seen.

Mokaryū smirks feeling each blow become stronger and increase in impact but when he went for a spinning kick, she shrunk herself to avoid the kick but the force from his kick made her tumble downwards and crash through the rock pillars but she recovered herself quickly then flew back into the fray by flying past him with insane speed that made his hair blow wildly as she returns back to normal as she focus ki into her fist and delivers a devastating strike to his back that would send him crashing into the earth and skip across the landscape but if he manages to dodge this, she will fly rapid kicks at him.

 

[Rutaba]

Rutaba was having the absolute best time ever.

Golden ki exploded around his tiny body as he ripped through the canyon like a screaming comet, every punch and kick making huge shockwaves that smashed stone and sent whole cliffs crumbling into dust clouds. His wild laughter bounced everywhere while big chunks of rock flew sky-high from all the crazy hits. For the first time since going Super Saiyan, the massive power burning through him didn’t feel totally out of control. It still felt like a wildfire in his blood, but now he was kinda riding it instead of getting burned up.

“HAHAHAHA!!”

He threw another punch, then another, then another, each one hitting harder as his golden aura flared brighter and brighter. The whole battlefield shook under the nonstop beating, cracks spreading across the canyon floor while boulders exploded into nothing from the pressure.

Then Mokaryū vanished again.

Rutaba’s eyes popped wide open.

“…Huh?!”

His spinning kick sliced through empty air.

The force still went wild anyway, blasting out a giant crescent shockwave that ripped the dust apart and chopped a faraway rock pillar clean in half. Big chunks of mountain came crashing down, but she was already gone.

“She got tiny again!”

His body kept spinning from the momentum but he didn’t stop. He twisted hard and kept moving, golden lightning snapping all over him while his turquoise eyes darted around like crazy trying to find her.

Find her.

Keep moving.

Don’t let her sneak behind!

The thoughts weren’t some smart plan.

They were just pure fighting instinct.

The little hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.

A split second later the air changed.

Behind him.

There!

Rutaba spun around super fast just as Mokaryū’s huge counterattack came flying in.

BOOOOOOM!!

The punch still smashed into him, catching him in the ribs instead of dead center in his back.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!!”

The hit launched him flying across the canyon like a golden cannonball.

CRAAAASH!!

One whole cliff exploded.

BOOOOM!!

A giant stone pillar turned to dust.

KRAAAK!!

The ground split open as he bounced and skidded hundreds of feet, carving a long trench through solid rock before smashing straight through another big rock formation.

For a second everything went quiet.

Dust covered everything.

Rocks kept raining down.

Then the rubble blew apart.

BOOOOOOOM!!

A huge pillar of golden light shot upward as Rutaba burst out of the wreckage like a rocket. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. One sleeve was ripped half off. Bruises were popping up all over.

And yet—

He was grinning like an idiot.

A huge, wild Saiyan grin.

The kind only a kid who loves getting punched really hard can make.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

Golden electricity crackled all over him as his aura swelled even bigger. The Super Saiyan power inside roared louder after taking that hit, every sore muscle begging for more.

But something felt a little different this time.

He wasn’t just blindly charging anymore.

He was learning.

A tiny bit.

Floating high above the battlefield, Rutaba wiped the blood off his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

“Okay…”

He pointed at Mokaryū.

“You get tiny.”

Another finger.

“You’re crazy fast.”

Third finger.

“And you hit super hard!”

His grin turned into something wild and hungry.

“So I just gotta smack you first before you do all that stuff!”

Pure Saiyan logic.

He suddenly slammed both fists together.

CRAAACK!!

A massive shockwave flattened nearby rocks while golden ki exploded off him like a sun going crazy.

Then he vanished.

BOOM!!

Straight up.

BOOM!!

Sharp turn sideways.

BOOM!!

Down fast.

BOOM!!

Back up again.

The little Super Saiyan turned into a golden lightning bolt ricocheting all over the canyon at crazy angles. Every direction change made huge explosions of ki that shattered the air. Sonic booms kept rolling across the wasteland as Rutaba zigzagged faster and faster, leaving glowing afterimages everywhere.

This wasn’t just a charge.

It wasn’t even a normal attack.

It was a challenge.

A crazy hunt.

He wanted Mokaryū to move.

Wanted her to try something.

Wanted to see exactly when she liked to counter so he could smash her first.

The whole canyon shook under the pressure of his growing power.

Then suddenly—

He stopped dead.

Perfectly still.

Hovering in open air.

A tiny opening.

An invitation.

A trap.

Golden ki started spinning around his right arm, getting tighter and tighter until the energy made the air around him go all wavy. The ground far below started cracking even from the distance.

His tail lashed like crazy behind him.

The grin never left his face.

“COME ON!!”

The little Super Saiyan floated there like a tiny golden sun, surrounded by snapping lightning and roaring flames.

“LET’S SEE WHO’S FASTER!!”


The second Mokaryū made a move, Rutaba was gonna meet her head-on with everything he had — not another wild barrage, but one giant strike packed with all the momentum, power, and crazy fighting spirit he could shove into it.


A hit big enough to make the entire canyon shake.

 

[Sparga]

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From his vantage point above the clash between the two spirited fighters down below, the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid could oversee and study both of their movements, assessing how he might need to subdue either of them if the fight went on for too long or if it spilled outside of this barren wasteland and into civilization, where innocent people could be hurt. He needed to keep this little game between these two contained long enough for them to tire each other out so he could hopefully resolve this conflict peacefully. The Superman wasn’t in the mood to fight today, and he would rather stay focused on his responsibilities. Mokaryu was just another of dozens of intergalactic invaders looking to prove their mettle as far as he was concerned, and he was far long bored of that game. And Rutaba was just a kid. A Saiyan kid, sure. But that didn’t change anything for Sparga.

He watched their clash with focused attention, digesting every move with fast twitch reflexes and quick perception. With his arms crossed over his chest, he held himself in place while the light of the Sun continued to fuel his cells with solar radiation, giving a slow but noticeably gradual rise to his strength - not necessarily his Ki aura, but his physical raw might separate from the inner vitalizing spiritual energy within his veins waiting to spark into ignition. Of course, physicality attributed to the strength of one’s Ki, and that meant that his power was indeed rising, but in an unconventional way that only the most finely attuned to sensing energy might notice. And Sparga wasn’t sure of whether or not these two might possess that ability, but he was willing to bet a zeni they were too focused on each other to worry about him right now.

Rutaba was as straightforward as it gets, from his perspective. Simple, honest, and direct like any Saiyan. Admirable traits, if a little on the nose. The way he fought told the older hybrid a lot about the boy - Saiyans are an easy people to understand. He’d almost be jealous of the child for being able to fit with their people like that if he had any desire to mingle with other Saiyans. Sparga never really got along with others of their race… But Rutaba’s eagerness and excitable love for the thrill was endearing in its own way, and the way he threw himself into every punch and kick was as honest and as true to Saiyan pride as it gets.

Mokaryu was a little harder to read, though. The way she fought was unorthodox compared to the little Saiyan child. Her ability to change her size made it harder to get a proper measure of her fighting style. It almost felt avoidant to him. Like she was the total opposite of the near wild honesty of Rutaba’s direct approach to combat. She was probably the worst kind of match-up for the kid at his current skill level. But maybe his recent ascension might bring him to a level of raw strength that might balance those scales out? Until he could get a better read on Mokaryu’s preferred tactics in combat, it was difficult for him to measure out who was actually edging toward victory. And try as he might to deny it, a part of him that always gnawed at the back of his mind was curious about which of them actually was stronger.

Sparga’s tail twitched in idle curiosity as he stood over them, Mind and Body as One, with his senses sharp and his reflexes primed should he need to intervene and prevent something far more dire or dangerous from going off. Or in case they decided to drag him back into it. Either way, he was alert and ready.

 

[Rutaba]

Rutaba barely had time to think before he was already moving.

Golden lightning danced wildly around him as he rocketed across the battlefield, the crater he had launched from still collapsing behind him. His Super Saiyan aura trailed through the air in jagged ribbons of gold while the ground beneath his path split apart from the sheer force of his speed. His turquoise eyes stayed locked on Sparga the whole time. The grin on his face was still there, bright and fearless, but there was something different behind it now.

The excitement hadn’t disappeared — it had sharpened. Every instinct in his body screamed to fight. His heart pounded with exhilaration as the raw power of his transformation surged through every muscle, threatening to outrun his own control. Even so, he refused to slow down.

“Here I come!”

He shouted, laughter mixing with the wind as his small frame closed the distance at incredible speed.

The instant he entered striking range, Rutaba threw the first punch. It wasn’t some wild haymaker — it was a fast, direct jab straight ahead before he flowed right into another strike with the opposite hand. Without pausing, he stepped into a snapping front kick, using the momentum to spin into a roundhouse before planting his foot and driving forward again. Every attack chained naturally into the next as though his body had stopped thinking and simply trusted its Saiyan instincts. Golden sparks crackled from his limbs every time he moved, and each missed strike carved glowing streaks through the air. He laughed between breaths, unable to hide how much fun he was having even while attacking with complete commitment.

“You’re way tougher than everyone else!” he called out. “This is AWESOME!”

Never staying planted for more than an instant, Rutaba bounced in and out of range with explosive footwork. He darted left before shifting right, constantly changing angles as he searched for another opening. His tail whipped behind him for balance while his movements remained quick, unpredictable, and full of youthful energy. A short hop carried him into another flying kick before he landed lightly and immediately sprang away again, refusing to remain in front of his opponent any longer than necessary. The sheer speed of the transformation made every movement feel almost too fast for his own body, forcing him to make tiny corrections with every landing. Instead of becoming frustrated, he simply laughed louder.

“Okay… still getting used to this!” he admitted with a grin.

Despite the excitement written all over his face, there was no wild flailing or wasted effort anymore. Past lessons lingered somewhere in the back of his mind, quietly shaping his actions. Rutaba kept his breathing controlled between exchanges, his eyes tracking every movement in front of him instead of blindly rushing forward. Whenever his momentum threatened to carry him too far, he adjusted his footing and redirected himself rather than overcommitting. His attacks remained relentless, but they were no longer random. Every punch naturally flowed into another strike. Every kick positioned him for the next movement. He was still fighting like an energetic Saiyan child, but there was growing discipline hidden beneath the chaos.

Golden electricity snapped around him as he surged forward again, throwing himself into another rapid combination of punches and kicks without hesitation. His small fists blurred through the air while his legs fired off quick snapping kicks one after another, each movement fueled by excitement rather than anger. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, mixing with dust from the battlefield, yet the grin never disappeared.

“Come on!” Rutaba shouted. “Don’t tell me that’s all I’ve got to chase!”

His voice carried equal parts confidence, challenge, and genuine excitement, as though this battle was the greatest game he had ever played.

Even with the overwhelming power coursing through him, Rutaba never lost sight of who he was. He wasn’t fighting because he hated his opponent. He wasn’t fighting to prove he was stronger than everyone else. He was fighting because protecting people mattered, because testing himself mattered, and because somewhere deep inside every Saiyan lived the thrill of meeting a worthy challenge head-on. With another burst of speed, he launched himself forward once more, golden hair blazing beneath the storm-dark sky, fists raised, feet light, and a fearless smile stretched across his face as he continued his relentless assault.

 

[Sparga]

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Having been allotted several precious moments to stand by and let his Photonucleic Effect to drink in the vitalizing solar rays that empowered his physicality and strength to greater heights while observing the fight during its course, Sparga stood tall and vigilant with surety and a stalwart calm. His senses having been deployed into hyper-vigilant awareness to bring him to a point of near preternatural perception, he could see the newly ascended child’s eyes lock onto him. For his part, the Saiyan of Steel looked as calm and undaunted as ever, more concerned with keeping the fight from escalating and spilling out into nearby civilizations. It was as if he didn’t feel threatened in the slightest, to an almost overconfident point. And that was because the Superman wasn’t. At this stage in his career, very little brought him to feel that way. So when Rutaba announced his declaration of intent, the Saiyan Kryptonian Hybrid held his ground and kept his feet firmly planted.

When the Saiyan child lunged forward at high speed, Sparga’s sharp eyes kept track of the target that had locked itself onto him with a narrowing furrow of his brow. And when the first attack threw itself forward in a sharp and controlled jab, Sparga for all his efforts - made no movement. So the punch landed true and solid with a loud “KLANG” that echoed out and even in the heightened state of Super Saiyan, it would feel as if Rutaba punched solid steel. Whether or not that slowed him down, Sparga kept his arms crossed over his chest even when the snap kick swiped out in an arc against his physique only to echo dully with another rattle like steel being clanged against.

The compliment to his prowess didn’t go unnoticed, even for his lack of effort, and he allowed himself a small and subtle smile while letting his tail flicker and twitch behind him. The freshly transformed child’s attacks kept flying, and Sparga watched in vivid detail to study the course of velocity and arc upon which each strike travelled. Sparga could tell he wasn’t yet used to his new level of power, and would need training. Maybe if he didn’t have so many prior obligations, he’d consider giving the boy some time. But as the Superman, Sparga had more important responsibilities. But he might know someone else willing to train the boy with his new transformation…

That was a consideration for later, however. Right now, he needed to do something about the fist smashing itself against his face as the hopping golden child bounced around him to keep himself mobile and maintain his momentum. To his credit, Sparga could see the kid was sharpening with every movement and learning quickly. Like any good Saiyan, he adapted rapidly and got stronger with every failure - and strength didn’t necessarily have to mean raw punching destructive power. True strength was skill as much as it was muscle.

And since the kid wanted to push his strength beyond its limits, Sparga responded in kind. Even despite taking no visible signs of damage against his tanky body, he watched the last fist fly and then uncrossed his arms from over his chest to let his right arm swipe out and parry the incoming punch with speed so fast that only a blue and red streak might blur between the two, creating an illusion with how dizzying his arm’s movement was so that he might (if successful) redirect the child’s incoming punch before his left fist threw itself forward in a sharp jab from its starting point against his chest where it had only moments ago been folded.

The velocity of this light jab was so swift that the air burned from friction and sparked with hot jolts of plasma steamed into life from the vibrational resonance of Sparga’s fist moving through the air so fast that it supercharged oxygen particles into ignition to burn at the slightest spark - a spark that lit when his fist smashed through its path to jab right into Rutaba’s chest and knock him down with enough force to pulverize stone into fine rubble and send him hurling back several dozen feet.

Sparga: “You got spirit, kid. But you’ll need more than guts to prove you’re a warrior. Focus your momentum. Concentrate. Don’t burn all that energy off so carelessly.”

Standing tall still and with his shoulders squared and strong, Sparga waited for a rebuttal with his senses still sharp and alert and his reflexes honed. Mind and Body as One, he waited patiently for Rutaba’s next move, curious if he could concentrate on the lesson being offered freely with how wild his life force might feel in his veins with the adrenaline spike of one’s first ascension into Super Saiyan. It was never an easy subjugation to calm one’s spirit when that kind of power was burning in their veins for the first time. Did the kid have what it takes? The Superman held his footing, unflinching as he waited to find out.