Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

Superman roared in defiance, his body straining against the overwhelming force of the ki blast. His muscles swelled beyond their normal limits, veins pulsing and writhing beneath his skin like coiled steel cables. His cape, now tattered, flapped violently against the sheer energy engulfing him. His teeth clenched, eyes burning crimson as he fought to push back—but the relentless force was too much.

"BOOM!"

His body slammed into a jagged fragment of lunar rock, the impact sending cracks spiderwebbing through its surface before he burst through the other side like a human missile. Dust and debris exploded outward in a violent shockwave, tiny shards of moonstone scattering into the void like shattered glass.

"BOOM!"

Before he could regain control, another colossal chunk of the moon's remains intercepted him. His back struck the cold, unyielding surface with a sickening crunch, and for a split second, the rock held—only to erupt into a thousand pieces as the force of the beam carried him deeper into the wreckage.

Then—

"BOOOOOOOOM!"

The energy reached its threshold. A massive detonation rocked the desolate remains of the moon, consuming Superman in a violent inferno of ki. The explosion expanded outward like a dying star, sending shockwaves rippling through the vacuum of space. For a moment, people thought it was daytime as it appeared the sun was out but what they saw shook them to their core and they huddled inside trying to find shelter.

Remnants of the moon began to disintegrate around Superman who was now floating within the heart of the explosion an expression of utter pain and fury on his face.

The explosion soon died down leaving Superman floating listlessly amidst a massive gaping hole in the moon.

[In a fiery pit of a planet]

The vast throne room of Apokolips was a cathedral of darkness, its towering obsidian pillars stretching high into the abyssal ceiling, where jagged veins of molten rock pulsed like the arteries of a dying god. Fires burned in massive braziers, their eerie red glow casting monstrous shadows that writhed along the ancient walls, as if whispering secrets of conquest and ruin. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoldering metal and the weight of unrelenting oppression, pressing down upon all who dared to enter.

A lone figure knelt at the foot of the colossal dais, his tattered robes pooling around him like a spill of ink. His dark hair, wild and unkempt, framed an ashen face, sunken with the burdens of knowledge too great for a mortal to bear. His eyes—two swirling voids—devoured the very light around them, their depths filled with both terror and urgency. His breath hitched as he dared to speak, his voice an uneasy tremor against the oppressive silence.

"Lord Darkseid, I bring grave news of Earth and its champions!" His words, though barely above a whisper, echoed like a death knell through the vast chamber, their weight pressing into the stone as if the very planet shuddered at their implications.

From the towering throne of blackened stone, a force beyond mortal comprehension stirred. Darkseid. The God of Tyranny. The End of Hope.

His voice erupted like a cataclysm, a symphony of thunderclaps that rattled the chamber's very foundations.

"SPEAK."

The single word was an unshakable decree, a command that allowed no hesitation, no weakness. The weight of it was crushing, the sound of it reverberating through the very marrow of the kneeling figure's bones.

Darkseid sat motionless, an immovable titan of unrelenting dominance. His form, a mountain of godlike strength, was hewn from the very essence of destruction itself. His stone-like skin, cracked and jagged, bore the appearance of volcanic rock eternally on the verge of eruption. His arms, thick as pillars, rested upon the arms of his throne, fingers like sculpted iron curled with patient menace.

His eyes, two searing pits of Omega energy, burned with an unyielding fire, smoldering embers of annihilation that pulsed in sync with his silent, measured breaths. The very air around him trembled, as if the universe itself feared to exist too close to his presence.

The robed figure swallowed hard, feeling the unbearable heat of Darkseid's gaze settle upon him like the judgment of an unfeeling god. His heart thundered in his chest, his very soul teetering on the edge of oblivion. He had come bearing knowledge, but knowledge alone was not enough to ensure survival.

If he faltered, if his words displeased the Lord of Apokolips… his existence would end before he could even draw his next breath.

And so, with every ounce of courage he could muster, he spoke.

"Great and mighty Darkseid the Champions of Earth fight amongst themselves and are dying in droves!" Dasaad waved his hand, and an image of the earth shattered and blasted moon was shown just as Superman began recovering!

Darkseid leaned closer as he witnessed the image, "Who is dealing with the Kryptonian like this?" as if by command the image shifted to the direction of Earth and zoomed in on a golden mass of light rising through the atmosphere and Darkseid's eyes flared with omega effect energy and the image zoomed closer and the close up image of William in his symbiote battle suit that took the form of Saiyan battle armor using the bone growth ability to form dense plates over his vitals, the symbiote undersuit reached up to his neck and formed into a flexible cartilage armor leaving his face and hair free.

[Back in the battle near Earth!]

Superman's eyes blazed with burning fury as he saw the Saiyanite approaching through the vast emptiness of space. With a snarl twisting his lips, he charged forward, his powerful legs propelling him with a speed that could rival light itself. A sense of unrestrained rage fueled his every motion.

"BOOM!"

The deafening sound of their collision echoed in the void, a shockwave rippling through the airless expanse as the two forces collided with the force of a hundred meteors. Their fists collided with brutal precision, each landing with a bone-shattering impact against the other's face. Superman staggered, his jaw snapping to the side as William was sent reeling back, the sheer force of the blow leaving him disoriented. The world spun, but before either could gather their bearings, they were already in motion again.

The vacuum around them crackled with the tension of their hatred. They shot toward each other, moving faster than the eye could track, and collided again with an earth-shaking force.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!"

Superman's fists rained down with blistering speed, aiming for William's face, but the Saiyanite was prepared. His head snapped to the side, narrowly avoiding the first few punches, but Superman's relentless assault was unyielding. The force of one blow caught William's temple, sending him spinning violently. The momentum carried him around in an uncontrollable arc, but before he could regain his bearings, he twisted his body, planting his feet firmly in the void and swinging his elbow with devastating force.

The bone-crushing impact of the elbow hitting the back of Superman's head echoed across the space. For a split second, the Man of Steel faltered, his momentum sending him tumbling through the void. His cape fluttered wildly in zero gravity as he fought to right himself, but William wasn't finished.

Without missing a beat, Superman surged forward, his powerful knee crashing into William's stomach. The force of the blow was enough to lift him off his feet and send a spray of blood and saliva flying from his mouth, the air thick with the metallic tang of it. William gritted his teeth against the pain, but his body didn't relent, even as the bone armor across his chest groaned under the pressure, cracks forming along its surface like a spider's web of destruction.

With a primal roar, Superman closed the gap, his fist merging into a singular, hammer-like weapon that descended toward William's back with the fury of a collapsing star. The sheer weight of the punch sent William rocketing backward, his body trailing behind him like a comet in the void. The force was so great that even the fabric of his battle-worn Saiyan armor couldn't withstand the pressure, bending and crumpling under the blow.

William's body continued its uncontrollable flight, the vast expanse of the void swallowing him whole, but the fight was far from over. 

"WHOOSH!" William stopped his momentum with a powerful blast of ki around his body and his already transformed body began to increase in size and muscle density his hair extended down to his waist and the hair on his tail stood on end, his aura flared with a mix of gold and green lighting up the dark of the void with his might.

"Flicker!" In an instant, William vanished from sight, his presence slipping through the fabric of reality like a shadow in the night. Superman's eyes darted around, the urgency in his movements betraying his confusion. He scanned the surroundings in frantic desperation, every muscle in his body tensing in preparation for the unseen attack. A cold shiver crawled up his spine, a premonition of something dreadful, something approaching with terrifying speed.

Suddenly, a chilling sense of doom washed over Superman. His breath hitched, and the hairs on the back of his neck bristled with an unnatural alertness. A feeling like the calm before a storm, a silence so thick it screamed of imminent violence. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The shout was thunderous, cutting through the stillness like a bolt of lightning.

With no time to react, Diana burst into view, her silhouette a blur against the darkened sky. Her form streaked downward from low orbit, burning through the atmosphere with unrelenting speed. Her hair trailed behind her like a comet's tail, and the mighty weapon she wielded, a spear forged from the essence of the gods, was poised to strike.

Meanwhile, William hovered in the air, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the vulnerable back of the Man of Steel. His hands clenched into fists as he drew forth a blade, but not one of steel, this weapon was forged from the very essence of fear and willpower. The blade was an extension of his mind, the embodiment of his will to bring destruction. It shimmered with dark, unholy energy as he brought it to bear, poised to slice through Superman's throat.

But just as the attack was about to be unleashed, a ripple in the air warned him of the danger approaching. His senses screamed, an overwhelming instinct to retreat, but it was too late. A blinding flash of light, pure and raw, tore through the air like a lightning bolt from the gods themselves. It pierced through William's midsection, a wound that burned with intense heat and left an echoing shockwave in its wake.

William staggered, his breath catching in his throat as he felt his body seize in place. Time seemed to slow, the rush of battle fading into a distorted hum in his ears. His once-steady grip on the blade faltered as the pain surged through him. The dark energy he had channeled flickered and sputtered as the powerful strike disrupted his concentration. His mind swirled in confusion, the pain blurring his focus.

Superman, still in shock from the unexpected turn of events, stumbled backward, his eyes widening in disbelief. He hadn't even seen the attack coming. His gaze shifted from the scene unfolding before him to the person who had just struck Diana, no longer a distant blur but now a fierce force on the battlefield, her powerful spear glinting in the harsh light of the ongoing combat.

But as he turned, the true shock hit him: William, now half-crumpled in the air, was still behind him, his energy swirling around him in a chaotic whirlwind of dark and light. The wound in his body was closing, but the intense heat of the strike had left William disoriented and vulnerable for the moment. Superman's jaw clenched and his eyes flared with murderous red light, "DIE!" a beam of hatred-infused lasers blasted the still shaken and wounded William sending him crashing listlessly into asteroids created by the shattered moon, "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" William finally crashed into a large portion of the moon where he lies in a crater slouched over with a thin line of blood leaking from his charred lips.

[Back on Apokolips] 

"SEND THE ARMIES!" Darkseid's voice reverberated through the vast, oppressive halls of Apokolips, shaking the very stone and metal of the fortress. His command was like the growl of a tempest, a harbinger of chaos, sending an icy shiver down the spine of all who dared to hear it. The walls seemed to quake as if trembling in fear, though none dared show it. A few lingering echoes bounced off the towering obsidian walls, reinforcing the monstrous magnitude of his fury.

Dasaad, standing at attention before the godlike tyrant, bowed low, his form casting a long shadow upon the cold floor. He felt the weight of Darkseid's gaze, an invisible pressure pressing down on his very soul. Without uttering another word, Dasaad turned, his cloak trailing behind him, his boots clicking sharply as he fled into the depths of Apokolips to carry out his master's will.

As Dasaad's form disappeared into the labyrinth of corridors, Darkseid remained seated on his obsidian throne, the seat of an ancient power whose authority stretched across galaxies. The dark lord's eyes, glowing like embers in the deepening darkness, were fixed upon the vast image projected before him—a vision pulsing with divine energy.

The air around him crackled as the image swirled and twisted, revealing Diana, radiant and dangerous, cloaked in her lightning-woven raiment. Her armor shimmered with arcs of crackling power, each bolt of energy cascading down her form like a storm bound in flesh. To Darkseid, she was a shining prize, a beacon of power, and as he observed her with an intensity that could scorch the earth, a twisted hunger spread across his face. His lips parted, and a slow, predatory lick flicked across his mouth, savoring the thought of her strength and the prize she would make when torn asunder and added to his dominion.

"A FINE PRIZE FOR CONQUEST," Darkseid's voice was a low growl, more a thought spoken aloud than an actual sentence. His words dripped with malice, the anticipation of victory already swirling within him. He could feel the energy of the image pulsating like a heartbeat, feeding his dark ambitions.

With a deliberate slowness, he rose from the throne, the very air around him seeming to bow in submission to his power. His feet did not touch the ground as he floated up, his cloak of darkness swirling like a living shadow. The dim glow from the throne room's molten pits flickered around him, casting long, eerie shadows across the vast space. He moved as if he were weightless, a god who required no effort to defy the laws of physics.

The distant sound of grinding machinery and the hum of Apokolips' eternal engine systems echoed in the background, but none of it mattered to Darkseid now. He was already heading toward an unknown area, an even darker place within the depths of his fortress where plans were forged, and destinies sealed. There, in the depths of his empire, he would prepare for the war to come.