In a world where the Dragon Ball universe and the DC Comics universe merge into one, a Superman for a new age struggles to be the hero Earth needs when mankind still remembers the crimes of his predecessor and his Regime. This Saiyan Kryptonian hybr...
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The instantaneous materialization of physical bodies was followed by a sudden pop in the air as air particles were displaced by matter suddenly forcing them out of their previous location and as Sparga and Chronoa appeared within the confines of the Time Nest, the two took a step apart from one another, but they hesitated for just a moment before withdrawing from that shared space. The soft trickle of water flowing was the only sound between the two for a moment before Sparga finally spoke up. Turning his gaze back to Chronoa, he smiled and began to lift his index and middle finger back toward his brow.
Sparga: "Well... See ya."
Chronoa: "Wait! You promised! You're not off the hook yet, mister! You promised you'd talk to him!"
Chronoa protested before the Superman could project himself anywhere else and when she did, his hand lowered back down and he grimaced. His tail instantly lowered itself and almost tucked itself between his legs as he sighed with a slump of his shoulders. His hair rustled as he turned to face her with a pleading expression.
Sparga: "I did! But you want me to just walk up to him without a heads-up? Can't you at least talk to him first and let him know I wanna talk? I can't just walk up and–"
The sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention, stopping Sparga abruptly mid-speech. Both the Saiyan of Steel and the Supreme Kai of Time turned to watch Trunks approach them, his long black coat unbuttoned and left to flow unrestrained. On his face was an expression that was mixed between curiosity and anger and Sparga braced himself when he saw that Trunks was about to say something.
Trunks: "Can't just walk up and what? No, go on. Finish. I'm curious about what you have to say."
Chronoa stepped between the two of them to use her own body as a barricade between the two men. She held her hands up softly to try and defuse the spark that was already lit and she pleaded with Trunks.
Chronoa: "Trunks. Sparga just wants to talk. Can't you at least hear him out?"
Trunks: "Sure. I'll hear him out, and then he can leave. The Time Nest is Time Patrol territory only, remember? And he's not a Time Patroller anymore."
Sparga: "Trunks, c'mon. This used to be my home before too."
Trunks: "It was your home. And then you chose to abandon it and us for a crusade that's doing nothing but tearing you apart inside for people who hate you. Do you really expect me to sit here and listen and be okay with whatever justification you have for that? Cuz if you do, then that "S" must stand for stupid."
Chronoa: "Trunks!!"
Sparga sighed deeply and his shoulders sank even lower while he turned toward the portal that lead out to Conton City, not willing to engage in a fight where nothing he says or does might affect the outcome. He had other things he needed to focus on, and he didn't want to listen to this. Chronoa reached to grab his hand and stop him from leaving, but the moment her hand grabbed hold of his, Trunks protested.
