Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

A violent tremor rippled through the floating landmass, its very foundation groaning under the sheer magnitude of the energy unleashed. The structure, once stable, now quivered as if caught in the grasp of an earthquake, the force shaking the very air itself. Cracks spiderwebbed along the metallic interior, dust and debris cascading from the ceiling as William's explosive aura surged outward like a tidal wave of raw, unrelenting power.

Deep within the bowels of the stronghold, two women lay bound in separate cages, their bodies restrained by thick, rune-etched chains that gleamed with a sinister sheen. The metal was laced with paralytic poisons, sapping their strength, rendering their bodies weak, and suppressing the immense power that lay dormant within them. But even the most potent of restraints had their limits. And tonight, they would be tested.

The first to stir was the redhead.

A shiver ran down Jean Grey's spine as something ancient and primal awakened inside her, stirring from its slumber. Though her limbs were still weighed down by the enchanted chains, she could feel it, that pull. A wellspring of life force so vast, so impossibly powerful, that it sent a deep, hungry shudder through her very soul.

And she was not the only one who noticed.

From within the depths of her being, a cosmic presence flared to life. A being of fire and rebirth, destruction and renewal, the Phoenix.

Jean's lips parted as a shuddering breath escaped her, steam billowing from her mouth like smoke from a dormant volcano stirring to wakefulness. Her pupils shrank, swallowed by a black void as golden flames flickered within her irises, casting eerie reflections against the dim walls of her cage. Her skin prickled as the Phoenix's awareness fused with her own, an intoxicating blend of euphoria and hunger.

"What glorious life energy..." the Phoenix cooed, its voice a sultry whisper laced with dark curiosity, overlapping with Jean's own. She licked her lips, reveling in the sensation of raw, unfathomable energy saturating the very air around her. It was a power that rivaled her own.

"Is it another Phoenix? No… that's impossible!"

The entity's fiery gaze swept across the room, piercing through layers of steel and stone as it sought the source of this overwhelming presence. And then, she found it.

Jean's head snapped upward, her eyes locking onto a single point in the ceiling. Her vision tunneled, seeing beyond the walls, past the layers of reinforced metal, beyond the structure itself, to the storm of energy that pulsed and raged just above.

A tremor coursed through her, a sharp inhale rattling in her chest as the Phoenix stirred with something that bordered on instinctual need. It wanted more.

The cuffs around Jean's wrists and ankles quivered, the dense metal beginning to glow a molten red as invisible forces wrenched against their integrity. Then—

"WENG!"

The restraints snapped apart, the once-indestructible alloy curling like fragile leaves in the wake of her telekinetic might. Sparks scattered across the floor as the broken shackles clattered uselessly to the ground.

Jean rose.

Her movements were slow, deliberate, every step forward causing the very air around her to tremble. The bars of her cage did not break, they simply… moved. Bent and twisted of their own accord, parting to accommodate her presence, as if instinctively afraid of impeding her path.

The Phoenix had awakened. And it was hungry. 

Sounds of gunfire were heard throughout the halls followed by the screams of HYDRA soldiers as they were either disintegrated or torn in half by the pure telekinetic force emanating from her body.

Ophelia in her labs was stunned when she heard the sound of Gunfire for a moment before coming to her senses and checking the computer screens to see a single woman tearing through swaths of HYDRA guards with blades of telekinetic force.

Seeing the approaching storm of a woman moving steadily towards the labs where she was as if she could feel her presence and how to get to her exactly Ophelia panicked and began to gather a series of toxins that had been made recently using DNA she had grabbed from William as she was doing her sensual business with him.

The X-Jet cut through the darkened sky, streaking toward Sokovia like a shadow against the storm-laden clouds. Its engines hummed with a steady power, but inside the cockpit, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. A team of mutants sat in grim anticipation, their focus locked on the glowing display screens detailing the chaos below.

In the main compartment, Kitty Pryde sat stiffly, her fingers fidgeting in her lap as her gaze flickered toward the red light above the exit ramp, the signal to drop. Despite her best efforts to steady herself, a thin sheen of sweat formed at the nape of her neck. This was her first big mission, and she was feeling every second of it.

Across from her, Storm watched with knowing amusement. The tall, regal woman flicked her flowing white hair over her shoulder, her stunning blue eyes gleaming as arcs of electricity danced across her fingertips.

"The wind is uneasy tonight..." she thought, but instead of voicing her concern, she turned her attention to the nervous young woman before her.

A chuckle escaped Storm's lips. "Don't worry, Kitty. We chose you for a reason. Your abilities give you an incredible chance of making it through this mission unscathed. All we need from you is support, get people out of harm's way."

Her words were reassuring, yet her tone left no room for doubt. This was war.

Kitty swallowed hard, then puffed out her cheeks in defiance. "I… I'm not nervous. You're nervous!" she huffed, crossing her arms.

A ghost of a smile played on Storm's lips, but before she could respond, a deep red glow illuminated the cabin, the drop signal.

The time had come.

A few seats away, nestled in a shadowed corner, a figure remained unmoving. Storm exhaled through her nose and extended her leg, giving a sharp kick to the slumped mass.

THUD.

A gruff, sleep-laden growl rumbled through the compartment.

"Wha… What? Who kicked me?"

A rugged man in a yellow and black suit shot upright, claws extending instinctively, his wild eyes darting around in sudden alertness. The moment he realized where he was, he grumbled and retracted them with a snikt!

Storm crossed her arms, the hint of a smirk on her lips. "Drinking again, Logan?"

Wolverine rolled his shoulders with an irritated grunt, the scent of whiskey still clinging to him.

Storm didn't wait for his reply, she merely nodded toward the glowing red light. "We have a mission. Move."

Wolverine exhaled sharply through his nose. "Tch. I ain't forgettin', Goddess," he muttered, rubbing his temple.

Storm slammed her hand against a panel at the rear of the jet, and with a deep mechanical hiss, the cargo doors split open.

A roar of high-speed winds flooded the cabin, whipping through Storm's flowing white hair. Her feet left the floor as she gracefully hovered into the air, her long legs bending slightly as she turned toward Kitty.

With an effortless motion, she scooped Kitty up into a princess carry, her arms like steel wrapped in velvet. The younger mutant let out a small squeak of protest but quickly wrapped her arms around Storm's neck, knowing better than to fight it.

Storm smirked, then cast a playful glance at Logan.

"Find your own way down, drinky!"

Before Logan could protest, Storm shot forward, diving straight out of the jet.

WHOOSH!

The wind howled around them, but Storm moved like a goddess of the sky, gliding smoothly through the air as she descended toward the floating landmass below.

Logan, still inside the jet, blinked.

"...Wait. What?"

Realization hit like a truck.

"Oh, ya gotta be KIDDIN' me!" he snarled, whipping his head toward the gaping cargo bay doors.

The howling wind answered him with indifference.

Gritting his teeth, Wolverine backed up, muscles tensing. He hated flying. No. Scratch that. He hated falling even more.

With a growl, he took off at a sprint toward the opening.

"I HATE FLYING!!!"

And with that, he leaped out of the jet—

—straight into open sky.

The rush of air hit him like a freight train, his body twisting wildly as he plummeted toward the floating landmass below.

"OH SHIIIIITTTT!!!" Logan bellowed, his arms flailing.

The drop was fast. Too fast. But deep within, his instincts took over. With gritted teeth, Logan angled his body downward, narrowing his profile to control his descent.

The ground rushed toward him like a goddamn freight train, and he let out a vicious snarl.

This was gonna hurt.

Back on the ground, William roared, a deafening, primal sound that sent shockwaves through the battlefield. His golden hair stiffened, each strand crackling with raw power as arcs of wild, electric fury coiled around him like living serpents. His once-massive golden aura expanded even further, turning volatile, its edges fraying like a storm barely contained.

His eyes flared an eerie crimson, twin suns of annihilation burning through the haze of energy. The very air around him trembled, carrying ghostly echoes of destruction and carnage, whispers of long-forgotten wars and untold massacres bleeding into reality itself.

[Ding… User's pure rage has unlocked a temporary feature of the Demon God's Bloodline!]

[Warning! Bloodline encountering resistance from the Omega Spark… Conflict detected. Compromise established to prevent host deterioration.]

[Demonification initializing…]

A sudden shift rippled through the battlefield. The crackling green lightning that once surrounded William flickered, twisting, writhing, before darkening into a bloody crimson. Then, as if reality itself recoiled, it deepened further, transforming into a suffocating black that devoured the surrounding light.

His moderately tan skin turned deathly pale, as if his very essence was being drained. Veins darkened, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Then, with a sickening tear of flesh, small dots formed across his forehead, only to be violently ripped open as massive, jagged horns erupted forth. They twisted upward in the shape of a cruel, demonic crown, their obsidian surface gleaming like volcanic rock still molten from the forge of hell itself.

At the center of his forehead, an inverted Omega symbol ignited, formed of pure, concentrated hatred. It burned with an ethereal fire that twisted and pulsed as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes, once a myriad of shifting colors, darkened into bottomless voids, twin abysses that swallowed all light and warmth.

Then—

"WHOOSH!"

A dense, otherworldly force exploded from his form, unfurling like the wings of an ancient, wrathful god. The power did not simply radiate, it howled. It screamed. The very air became saturated with an unnatural chorus of agonized wails, as if the souls of the damned themselves had been torn from the afterlife and woven into his presence.

The battlefield stood still.

The Avengers, their hardened expressions momentarily faltering, felt an unfamiliar shiver crawl down their spines. Even Zola, despite being a construct of logic and data, found himself locked in place, his analytical mind unable to process the sheer wrongness of the being standing before them.

William Parker was no longer merely a warrior.

He was something else entirely.

Something that should not exist.

[Ding… Demon Saiyanite form temporarily unlocked—power restricted to 75% to prevent catastrophic overload.]

[Ding… Power level increasing from 366,152,500,000 to #@%&#$@##!^&]

[Error! User's power level is beyond the system's ability to measure.]

[Ding… Phage has sent a message from the system space— "Master… what's happening? The system is advising me to remain in system space for my own safety."]

But William couldn't answer. His mind, now sharpened to a lethal, predatory edge, locked onto Zola's robotic body. His lips curled back in a vicious snarl, exposing jagged, razor-sharp canines.

Then—

"FLCK!"

Reality shuddered.

William vanished.

The air itself cracked in his wake, displaced by sheer velocity. Before Zola's sensors could fully register his movement, William reappeared behind him, demonic claws bared, gleaming like obsidian blades forged in hellfire.

Zola's mechanical systems blared immediate danger. Trusting instinct, or whatever passed for it in his artificial consciousness, he erected a gravity barrier, warping the space around him into an impenetrable shield.

Then he heard it.

A sound that bypassed logic, bypassed programming, and burrowed deep into the raw, primal fear buried within all sentient beings.

Screeeeeeech!

It was the sound of nails on a cosmic chalkboard, a sound of reality being unmade.

Zola's robotic head swiveled, synthetic optics widening as he processed the unthinkable.

William's claws were slicing through the very fabric of gravity itself.

Not resisting.

Not struggling.

Dominating it.

Tearing it apart through sheer, unrelenting will.

A pulse of something disturbingly close to desperation flickered through Zola's mind. He reacted instantly, unleashing a tidal wave of gravitational force, an attack dense enough to rival an asteroid impact, aimed directly at William's chest.

"BANG!"

The battlefield trembled as the force of the strike rippled outward, sending shockwaves that fractured the ground beneath them. The very air distorted, bending under the pressure of the unleashed might.

For a brief moment, silence reigned.

Then—

A voice.

Deep. Echoing. Crawling with something ancient and unnatural.

"…Is that all you have for me?"

The dust settled, revealing William untouched.

The gravity blast had struck true yet hadn't even scratched his flesh. He stood there, head tilted slightly, his black void-like eyes filled with nothing but contempt.

A slow, predatory grin stretched across his pale face.

And then, the temperature seemed to drop.