"What the actual fuck just happened? Wakanda timeline is this?" Edward blinked in surprise as he saw Faora and Superman get dragged into a wormhole-like portal.

"Without Clark, Zod will activate the world engine, and destroy earth. Or will other heroes step in? Where's The nudist blue dude?"

Flashback

The skies above Metropolis trembled with the clash of two Kryptonians. Buildings reflected their blinding streaks of motion as Faora and Clark tore across the horizon like thunder and lightning locked in endless pursuit.

Clark's punches were sharper, heavier now, refined by the brutal duel with Zod earlier. He had grown—not just stronger, but smarter. He anticipated movements, shifted weight mid-flight, adjusted to strikes with a veteran's instinct.

Faora, however, wasn't Zod. She didn't try to overpower; she flowed. She was a dancer of death, her speed razor-precise, her attacks calculated to exploit every angle.

She lunged at him in mid-air, faster than the human eye could track. Her arm snaked around his throat, locking him into a brutal chokehold. The grip was like steel cables crushing his windpipe. The air shimmered as they broke the sound barrier, tumbling upward in a violent spiral of speed.

Faora's lips brushed against his ear as she tightened her hold. Her voice was low, filled with a strange sorrow.

"My apologies, Kal-El. I wish you could have joined us in rebuilding Krypton."

Clark's jaw clenched. His hands gripped her arms, and with a roar he burst upward, dragging her with him, soaring high above the city, higher still, until the blue curve of Earth bent beneath them. He twisted and threw her off after they exited Earth's atmosphere.

His voice thundered across the thin atmosphere.

"Stop this! It's not too late. Krypton can't be revived on the bones of billions!"

For the first time, Faora's eyes flickered—an ember of doubt breaking through her cold soldier's facade. The Earth spun beneath her boots as she hesitated. But duty hardened her once more.

"I am just a soldier following instructions," she whispered. And then, with chilling calm, she produced a small, ominous sphere, resting like death itself in her palm. Its surface shimmered with dark Kryptonian glyphs, pulsing with an unknown energy.

Clark's eyes widened. His stomach twisted.

"What is that?"

Faora's gaze didn't waver.

"If you resist further, I have to use it. This will destroy us both. At least you brought me here, where no other life is nearby." Her grip tightened around the device, her voice cold with finality. "So surrender, Kal-El."

The words stabbed deeper than the threat itself. Clark's heart hammered in his chest. He could hear the faint ticking within the device, the way it seemed alive, hungry.

His voice cracked with fury.

"Are you so foolish, so heartless, that you would kill yourself and billions of others? For what? Krypton is gone already! And Zod sure ain't no savior. He wants to rule Krypton."

Faora's eyes softened—not with weakness, but with something far more human. She sighed, her face framed by the stars.

"I… am sorry. But I have my orders. I need to fulfill my mission."

Clark reached for her again, desperate.

"Don't you even value yourself? Are you willing to die for such an order? Don't you have any hopes? Any dreams?"

For the first time, she laughed, not the cruel, arrogant laugh of a superior, but the hollow one of someone who had nothing left.

"Everything we had ended when Krypton died, Kal-El. We were banished, stripped of our world, our future. We merely held on because of the General, because he promised us rebirth. There was 7 of us. But now…" Her eyes clouded with loneliness. "…only I remain. I have nothing to lose. No purpose. Perhaps I should have died along with my home."

The stars flickered in her gaze, fragile, fleeting.

She steadied herself. Her fingers brushed the bomb almost tenderly.

"But I don't wish to kill another Kryptonian. Not when we are about to go extinct. So go, Kal-El. Save your people. Stop the General if you can. Don't let this planet end like Krypton."

Clark's voice was sad, torn with desperation.

"You don't have to die! You can come with me. Start over here, like I have. We can build something new, together. You don't have to be the last. I don't want the last of my people to die like this. Not when I can stop it."

Faora's lips trembled, a storm of emotions fighting in silence. For a heartbeat, her armor didn't look so unbreakable. But she shook her head, retreating a step back through the void.

"It's too late for me, Kal-El. Don't follow. Don't get closer. Otherwise you'll be dragged along. Leave and go save someone who needs to be saved."

Her eyes locked on his one last time. For the first time, she smiled—a fragile, fleeting smile carved out of centuries of war.

"Farewell, Kal-El. Live on. Carry the memories of Krypton."

And then she pressed the device.

The space around them shattered.

The sphere pulsed twice, then split open with a violent scream. Not fire, not an explosion—but something far worse. Space itself fractured as if glass, a vortex tearing reality into jagged shards. A roaring, howling abyss formed below her—swirling with tendrils of black lightning, pulling everything toward its center.

Faora's hair whipped wildly as her helmet cracked, her body straining as the pull seized her. Her feet slipped, dragging her downward into the screaming abyss. She made no sound. She clsed her eyes and accepted it.

But then, her arm jolted.

Her eyes snapped upward in shock. Clark's hand clutched her wrist, his grip iron, his face burning with defiance.

"What are you doing, Kal-El?!" she screamed over the deafening roar. "Are you insane?!"

Clark's teeth gritted as his body strained against the vortex, muscles screaming. His cape snapped violently behind him, nearly torn away.

"Maybe! But I'm not letting you die! If I'm supposed to be bring Hope to others, how can I give up without trying?"

Faora froze, her chest tightening with something foreign, something terrifying. This wasn't pity. This wasn't duty. It was something deeper, something the soldier had buried long ago. For the first time in her life, Faora felt her heart skip a beat. She muttered softly. "Why now?"

The void screamed louder, hungry. The portal widened, stretching like a maw across the stars. The gravity spiked, ripping asteroids apart, bending light itself.

Clark's eyes locked with hers. Even as the pull dragged them both downward, he held on tighter, refusing to let go.

And then—the vortex surged.

It expanded violently, swallowing them whole. The stars vanished. The Earth below blinked out. There was nothing but darkness.

The Phantom Zone consumed them both.

Flashback Ends

Edward's eyes remained fixed on the fading ripple in the sky, where the wormhole had snapped shut as if it had never been. His head tilted, expression blank, then he muttered aloud,

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

Meanwhile, far above the Earth, General Zod's ship loomed like a blade in orbit. Inside, Zod's hands danced over Kryptonian controls, the world engine primed, humming with ancient energy. His plan neared completion.

But Edward wasn't going to let him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath. "The others are busy, of course. Diana's off smashing tanks somewhere, Alphonse hates fighting, Soph would rather talk it out… Guess it's Cassie's turn to blow off some steam."

He pulled out his sleek, glowing Eternian magical smartphone. The call barely rang once before an excitable voice practically exploded from the other end.

"Daddy! Are you finally letting me fight that Krypto guy?! I promise I won't break too much stuff this time!" Cassie's voice was bursting with barely-contained glee.

Edward chuckled, shaking his head.

"He's in space, sweetheart. And it's Kryptonian. There's Not much around to break. But if you can, try to keep the ship intact. Your brother would love tinkering with it."

From the background, Hippolyta's stern voice cut in.

"Are you sure about this, my love? She's reckless and doesn't think before acting. She could get hurt. Or worse, start smashing everything."

"Mom!" Cassie groaned, dragging out the word like an annoyed teenager. "I'm over fifty! I can handle myself!"

Hippolyta's eyebrow arched audibly in her tone.

"Since last week? Because last week you destroyed the top floor of a building in Dubai just trying to practice your flight. It became the 3rd tallest building from 1st! "

Edward coughed into his hand.

"It's fine, dear. It's space. She can't break anything if there's nothing to break."

"Hey!" Cassie pouted audibly. "That's mean! Don't you guys trust me?"

Edward smirked.

"Of course we trust you, sweetheart."

Hippolyta's voice carried a smirk of her own.

"We absolutely trust you to somehow find something to break, even in space."

Cassie sputtered. "That's not fair!"

Edward laughed, the sound light despite the apocalypse brewing.

"Alright, Cassie. Get here. I'll throw him somewhere safe for you—Mars, maybe. You can fight him there. Less collateral damage."

Cassie beamed through the receiver. "Can I go all out? Nobody will miss Mars, right?"

Edward groaned. "No, sweetheart. We talked about this. Mars stays intact. No planetary demolition."

He cut the call before she could whine more, sighing as he pinched his nose. Then, without ceremony, he appeared behind Zod, who was hunched over his console, fingers flying across controls.

Zod didn't even notice until Edward's hand clamped around his neck.

"Yoink."

With a casual flick, Edward hurled the General of Krypton across space like a ragdoll, straight toward the barren red surface of Mars.

Then, with another snap, Cassie was teleported after him, Hippolyta trailing behind, arms crossed, ready to make sure her daughter didn't obliterate the planet in excitement.

Edward dusted his hands, muttering to himself.

"Alright. That's one problem handled. Now to figure out where the hell Clark went…"

******

Edward was about to manually scan for Clark's life signature, his eyes narrowing as streams of mystical light traced across the void in front of him. His hands hovered in the air, fingertips glowing faintly with the pulse of his spell. He was close—he could almost feel Clark's presence out there, distant but not lost. Just as he was about to push deeper into the search, a calm, mature voice entered his mind through the clear hum of telepathy.

"Master, are you there? I need to speak to you."

Edward exhaled sharply through his nose, lowering his hand.

"Not a good time, Jonny my boy. I'm looking for something."

The voice didn't waver, its calmness laced with quiet amusement.

"I believe I have what you are looking for."

Edward paused, raising an eyebrow. His lips curled into a crooked grin.

"Whatchu got?"

The voice chuckled, the sound carrying a maturity that belied the playful edge.

"Still the same as ever. I'm talking about the Kryptonian from Earth."

Edward's grin faltered into confusion.

"What are you doing in the Phantom Zone? Weren't you supposed to be on that healing journey?"

The voice let out another soft chuckle, patient and unhurried.

"I am not in the Phantom Zone, Master. I was on the planet Maltus, helping the people there. Then I sensed a special anomaly—something wrong in the fabric of space. When I followed it into dead space, I found two Kryptonians, unconscious. One of them is Clark Kent, the Superman they call him here."

Edward tilted his head back, a laugh escaping him.

"Thanks, kid. That's a big help. Now I just need to bring him back." He smirked to himself. "You earned yourself a reward, my dear disciple."

The voice answered with gentle warmth.

"I am happy to help you always, Master. No rewards necessary. You helped me find myself—that is all I need."

Edward chuckled again, shaking his head.

"That's why I prefer you the most, kiddo. Not like the others, all hardheaded and stubborn. You're polite, calm. You make things easy. When you're done, return to Earth. I'll give you a gift, Jonathan."

The voice softened, like the faint glow of starlight.

"Then I will return as soon as possible, Master."

The telepathic link faded. Edward smiled faintly to himself, snapping his fingers as the coordinates arrived in his mind. In an instant, he teleported.

The dark expanse of space twisted, and Edward materialized at the location Jonathan had sent. What he saw immediately froze him mid-step.

Superman was there, but not how Edward expected him.

Clark's arms were wrapped tightly around Faora, the hardened Kryptonian warrior. His voice was low, saying something softly—words of consolation, maybe even hope. Faora struggled at first, muscles tensing, her face defiant, but Clark didn't let go. He held her as if trying to stop her from vanishing into nothingness.

After a long moment, Faora's resistance faltered. Slowly, cautiously, she lowered her head against his chest. Her shoulders loosened as if she had been carrying centuries of weight. Words slipped from her lips, fragile and quiet, and Edward—thanks to his keen hearing—could catch enough of the tone to realize it was no threat. It was confession. Vulnerability.

What surprised Edward most wasn't Faora's reaction. It was Clark. Superman's face was flushed, awkward, his eyes darting around as if searching for escape. He looked like a farm boy caught in his first dance, not the savior of Earth.

Edward blinked once, then a grin split his face. With a flick of his wrist, a bucket of popcorn appeared in his hand. He sat back on nothing, legs casually crossed in the void, munching loudly.

"I've totally messed up the timeline," he muttered to himself with a smirk, "but I'm not even mad. The Kryptonian chick shyly saying to Superman that he better take responsibility for making her hope again, and Superman blushing like a hormonal teen—this is peak content." He dug into the popcorn and pulled out his phone. "Lemme just snap some pics."

The moment stretched between Clark and Faora. Their eyes lingered on each other, unspoken emotions swirling in the void of space. Clark's hand trembled slightly as he lifted a finger under her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. Faora's eyes softened; she closed them, waiting—for something.

Then—

Snap!

The sudden camera flash shattered the fragile silence.

Clark and Faora jerked their heads at once, their bodies stiff, like deer caught in headlights. Their faces were a perfect mix of guilt and shock.

Edward whistled innocently, sliding his phone into his coat.

"Nothing to see here, kids. Continue what you were doing."

Faora's composure cracked. Her cheeks flared as she shoved Clark away and charged straight at Edward, fury in every motion.

"Delete that photo!" she snarled, her voice sharp enough to cut stone.

Edward's grin only widened.

"Nope. This'll make a fine addition to my collection. Now go back to Earth, you horny kids."

He snapped his fingers casually, the air cracking like glass.

In an instant, both Clark and Faora vanished from the dead space and reappeared on Earth, standing side by side in shock, their surroundings spinning back into existence.

Clark blinked rapidly, adjusting. Then he felt something odd against his chest. He looked down and found a bright sticky note plastered on his suit. Written in bold, playful handwriting:

"Good luck, kid. The will of D is with you. Go repopulate Krypton! Ganbare!"

Beneath it was a crude doodle of a thumbs-up and a wide, mischievous grin.

Clark's eye twitched violently. He clawed at the note, trying to peel it away, but it clung to his suit as if welded by magic. With a long sigh, he gave up.

Beside him, Faora stood strangely quiet, her eyes distant.

Clark softened his voice, glancing at her.

"What's wrong, Faora?"

She blinked, startled, a faint blush painting her cheeks at the sudden intimacy. Her voice faltered as she spoke.

"Umm… Kal-El, why is General Zod—and his spaceship—gone?"

Clark frowned, closing his eyes to concentrate. He reached out with his senses, scanning the sky, listening for the faintest trace of Zod's heartbeat. But there was nothing. His brows furrowed.

"Strange. I can't sense him. I thought with me gone, he would devastate Earth. Wait…" He opened his eyes, suspicion flashing across his face. "…could it be that guy?"

Faora's eyes widened in realization.

"Yes! The magician who sent us back! Where is that bastard?" Her voice carried frustration but also uncertainty—uncertainty about whether she truly wanted the answer.

Clark chuckled lightly, shaking his head. Without hesitation, he reached out and took her hand. She flinched at the sudden touch, instinctively stiffening, but he didn't let go.

"What?" she asked, her tone defensive, though not entirely unkind.

Clark smiled gently.

"Let's go check it out. If he's truly gone, that means a hero of Earth probably took care of it. And do you know what that means?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, cautious curiosity taking hold.

"What?"

He met her gaze, his voice steady, his words sincere.

"It means you're truly free to start over."

His eyes softened, and for once, he looked away, almost shy. "I'd love to help show you around the planet..... Help you get accustomed to living here... Yeah, that's right! It's just helping you."

Faora studied him for a long moment. His nervousness was written clearly on his face—the sincerity in his words, the earnest awkwardness of a man who carried the weight of two worlds. Her lips curled into a small, genuine smile. Then, unexpectedly, she giggled, light and sweet, a sound that seemed foreign even to her.

"Then I'm counting on you to show me how to live again, Kal El."

Clark coughed awkwardly, his face flushing crimson.

"Y–yeah. You can always count on me. Let's… let's go to my home first. We'll find a place for you after we look around."

Faora's smile lingered, warm and soft.

"I would like to meet your mother. I wish to make her acquaintance."

Clark grinned despite himself.

"Sure. Mom would love to meet you. You'll love her cooking."

Together, the two Kryptonians lifted into the air, their capes fluttering as they soared side by side across the sky. Below, passersby stopped in their tracks, mouths agape.

"When did we get a Superwoman as well?" one muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

***

Far away, Edward stood with his arms crossed, facing his daughter. Cassie knelt before him, her head bowed low, guilt radiating from her posture.

Edward's eyes narrowed. His voice was cold.

"What did I tell you?"

Cassie mumbled under her breath, almost too quiet to hear.

"Don't blow up the planet…"

Edward's voice sharpened.

"And what did you do?"

Cassie lifted her head, her expression torn between guilt and frustration.

"I blew up Mars… But Daddy! It was an accident!" She turned toward her mother for support, her eyes pleading. "Mom, tell him!"

But Hippolyta merely stood beside Edward, arms crossed, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"This time, you're on your own, missy."

Edward's temple throbbed, a vein pulsing on his forehead. His teeth clenched.

"What kind of lunatic destroys a planet accidentally?! I let you out of my sight for less than an hour, and you redesign the bloody solar system! I sent you to fight Zod, not the whole damn planet!"

He bonked her on the head hard.

"Owwie… Daddy, I'm sorry!" Cassie yelped, rubbing her scalp with watery eyes.

He turned to Hippolyta. " And why did you not stop her?"

She smiled guiltyly. " I was just distracted for a moment watching the new episode of my favorite show."

Cassie spoke up. " There was nobody living here. What's wrong even if I break it?"

Edward growled.

"You're grounded for a year, young lady! I shouldn't have let Diana go on her own. She kept you kids in line."

Hippolyta stepped closer, her eyes softening as she pressed a kiss to Edward's cheek.

"That's enough, dear. It's already done. Let's go home. We can continue this later."

Edward exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Yeah. It's already done. No point arguing. I'll just fix it before we go home. Maybe renovate a little to make it habitable again."

Hippolyta sighed. "I still can't get used to you talking about casually fixing a planet."

He winked. "Your husband is awesome. Go ahead, shower me with praise."

She giggled despite trying to act stern in front of Cassie. " Of course. My dear husband is the best I could ask for."

Cassie groaned. "Can you guys not do that in front of me? You've been married for over 3000 years ! Give it a rest!"

Edward flicked her on the forehead. "I am here fixing your mess, yet you dare talk back? Should I increase your punishment?"

Cassie immediately folded. " Umm... I'm good. Carry on. Pretend I'm not here."

Edward pulled the planet together and restored it with his magic. Then He activated his powers of Nature. Trees and fauna started growing from the desolate soil. Soon, the barren wasteland of Mars was full of life again. Although there was no living creatures.

Edward's eyes lit up. "Maybe I can take animals from Earth and make my personal eco system tank! That would be a fun hobby. Alphonse would love it."

Hipplolyta chuckled embraced him. " Alright dear, let's go home before you start a new project." He nodded with a smile. Then he gave Cassie a glare. " We will continue our talk at home ."

Cassie deflated like a baloon as they teleported back to Avalon, their home.

Meanwhile, there was an awkward situation at the Kent farm.

Martha stood with her hands covering her mouth in shock as she stared at the armored woman who was kneeling respectfully after addressing her as Mother in law, and asked for permission to procreate with her son and revive Krypton manually.

Clark had a silly grin despite blushing like a tomato. He was rather naive in relationship matters, considering his inability to have a regular human girlfriend. Now he somehow landed his perfect match without knowing how. He was already thinking about baby names in his mind.

Fate is often rather mysterious.Faora, who should have Perished in other timelines in the invasion, had now found love, and learned to live again. Clark, who would have ended up with Lois Lane now found a different person as his partner.

How would that affect the timeline? How would that alter fate itself? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z... My bad, old habits.

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Heh, bet you didn't see that coming. Next chapter will begin the official Justice League arc. I honestly have so many arcs planned that it could be stretched over 300 chapters, but I don't want to drag it on, so I cut out the Marvel vs DC arc I planned along with some other stuff.

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