Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

The air trembled with the fury of the Hulk's newfound power, his body growing even more massive than before, muscles swelling with raw strength and rage. His eyes burned with an incandescent green fury, a reflection of the storm of emotion that churned within him. He was no longer the Hulk that had been crushed by gravity, no longer the savage beast flung through the air like a ragdoll. This Hulk was a force of nature, unstoppable, unstoppable.

With a roar that reverberated through the heavens, Hulk launched himself into the sky, his gargantuan form a blur as he surged toward the floating landmass where Zola awaited, the source of his torment and frustration. But despite the sheer force of his leap, the distance was too great for one bound by the limitations of the physical world.

He wouldn't make it in a single bound.

But Hulk wasn't about to be defeated. He wasn't about to let anything stand in his way. He was rage incarnate, and no matter the odds, he would reach Zola.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Each thunderous sound echoed across the battlefield like the crashing of waves against the rocks. Hulk's massive hands slapped together with the force of a seismic shockwave, propelling his massive body higher into the sky with each powerful clap. The air itself seemed to vibrate from the sheer intensity of the blows. He repeated the motion, building lift with every strike, the weight of his anger fueling him as he defied the gravity that had tried to hold him down.

With each clap, the Hulk rose higher, his body creaking with the effort, until finally, BOOM! with one last mighty clap, Hulk landed on the floating landmass with a deafening crash. The ground beneath his feet cracked and splintered, the force of his landing shaking the very foundation of the floating island. His body, larger and more powerful than ever, glared down at Zola, the object of his rage.

But as his eyes locked onto Zola's, the crimson hue that had once burned with unbridled fury began to fade. The illusion that had fueled his anger, a manipulation crafted by the Scarlet Witch, began to dissipate, leaving only the raw, undiluted rage of the Hulk in its wake. The anger didn't disappear, but it shifted, becoming more controlled, more deliberate. It was as if the Hulk now knew what he was up against, and he wasn't about to let some puppet master of gravity dictate his fate.

Zola stood, unmoving, staring at the giant that now stood before him, his mechanical form eerily calm in the face of the coming storm.

But the Hulk was far from finished. His fists were not just weapons, they were tools of destruction, instruments of vengeance. He turned, his massive arm reaching out with terrifying strength to grip a massive tree, its trunk thick and sturdy enough to withstand the force of the Hulk's immense hand. His fingers curled around the bark, the wood groaning in protest as the Hulk's strength twisted and bent it to his will.

With a growl, Hulk tore the tree from the ground, the roots snapping with a loud crack, sending a shockwave through the land beneath him. He didn't pause to admire the strength it took to uproot such a massive object; his eyes were already focused on the task at hand.

Using his free hand, Hulk ripped off the smaller branches, peeling away the leaves and twigs until the trunk was bare, the tree now nothing more than a massive makeshift club in his hands. With a mighty swing, he slammed the tree against his other hand, the sound of the impact like thunder ringing out across the floating island.

The makeshift club echoed with power, the simple motion an intimidating display of Hulk's strength. He wasn't just going to fight Zola, he was going to destroy him. His muscles coiled with the force of a spring, his body vibrating with barely contained power. Every fiber of his being was attuned to the one thing that mattered now: annihilating the man, or whatever he was, who dared to stand in his way.

Zola's expression never changed, his cold eyes reflecting nothing but disdain. But the Hulk didn't care. He wasn't here for words. He wasn't here for speeches or diplomacy. He was here for vengeance.

And Zola was about to feel the full force of the Hulk's wrath.

In the sky above the Mediterranean Sea, a golden streak of light blazed through the heavens, its radiance almost blinding as it carved a path across the darkening sky. The very air seemed to tremble with the weight of the power that radiated from the figure soaring above the sea, its aura ominous and undeniable. It was as though the sun itself had fallen to earth, a shining beacon of both promise and destruction.

"RUMBLE!"

The sea parted beneath him with a deafening roar, the waves parting like the Red Sea before the might of an unstoppable force. Fishermen who had been out at sea screamed in terror as the turbulent waters surged upward in massive swells, capsizing smaller vessels and sending them tumbling like toys caught in a storm's wrath. The sailors scrambled desperately to regain control, but there was no escaping the impending fury that loomed overhead.

William's gaze burned with an intensity that mirrored the light that surrounded him. His thoughts raced, torn between the instinct to unleash his weapons, his power, something that could end this fight quickly, and the urge to tear Zola apart with his bare hands. It wasn't just about the fight, not anymore. Zola had dared to take something from him, someone who was his, and for that, he would pay.

A snarl twisted across William's face as he clenched his fists, the multicolored flames within his eyes flickering, their intensity growing with every passing second. The air around him seemed to crackle, the very atmosphere bending beneath the weight of his power as his speed increased. The sky itself seemed to stretch and blur as he moved faster, each passing moment driving him further into the storm of his own emotions.

The waves beneath him, once mere ripples, surged into towering walls of water, crashing violently against the shores and sending debris scattering in all directions. The cries of those caught too close to the shoreline were drowned by the roar of the ocean as it swallowed everything in its path. Those unlucky enough to be caught in the chaos felt the sting of the water, the surge knocking them off their feet, but none of it mattered to William. All that mattered was Zola.

"SPPPT!"

With a sound like tearing fabric, William sliced through the air like a knife through silk, his body cutting through the atmosphere with the precision and force of a blade. His form shot toward the floating island, his eyes fixed on his target. As he closed in, the silhouette of the landmass loomed larger before him, and he couldn't help but scoff.

"I do one thing, and suddenly everyone does it," William muttered to himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. The implication of the moment wasn't lost on him, Hulk, Zola, and now him. It was a battle of titans, one that had dragged him into its chaos, but he wasn't about to let Zola walk away unscathed. Not this time.

His body rose higher, the golden light surrounding him like a corona, a beacon of vengeance. His eyes narrowed as he neared the island, the sounds of destruction rising to meet him. The Hulk was already there, his massive form smashing a makeshift club against Zola's defenses, rage fueling his every strike. But Zola, he was a different beast entirely. He wasn't just defending; he was controlling.

As William approached, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him. He could see Zola standing tall, unfazed by Hulk's fury, his yellow gem glowing with a faint but steady luminosity. The bastard was just waiting, calculating, using his gravity-warping abilities to keep the Hulk at bay. William felt a flash of anger surge through him, but he quickly suppressed it, focusing instead on the task ahead.

"BZZT!"

Without warning, a sharp, golden beam of energy shot from Zola, its speed blinding as it pierced through the air. The bolt of power screamed through the distance, striking the Hulk with a force that seemed to shatter the very air around it. The beam slammed into the Hulk's chest, its energy cutting through the green giant's sternum with sickening precision.

"THUD!"

The Hulk froze, his massive body locking in place as the energy coursed through him, searing his insides. His mouth hung open, his eyes wide and empty, pupils lost in a sea of darkness. The anger that had once burned within him was extinguished in an instant, his strength draining away, leaving him a shell of the beast he had been moments before.

The makeshift club, the very weapon he had used to try and intimidate Zola, slipped from his grasp, the green giant no longer able to hold onto it. With a final, agonizing groan, the Hulk went limp, falling backward as his body crumpled to the ground with an earth-shattering crash.

"BOOM!"

The sound reverberated through the floating landmass as Hulk's colossal form hit the ground, leaving a crater in the island's surface. The shockwave from his fall rippled outward, sending tremors through the landscape. Blood, green and thick, pooled beneath him, staining the ground as his once-untamable eyes now stared blankly into nothingness. His body lay motionless, the fierce light in his eyes extinguished as darkness took hold.

For a moment, all was still. The battle had paused, and the world seemed to hold its breath. The golden light of William's form hovered above the scene, casting an otherworldly glow on the devastation below. Zola stood in the distance, his yellow gem still glowing with that eerie luminosity, but now, one more hero had fallen, and the other Avengers could only stare in horror witnessing how Zola dispatched the Hulk.

Zola was about to lift his hand and dispatch the remaining Avengers when a powerful grip held him by the wrist and squeezed, "WEEENNNG!" the sound of metal bending under the pressure of his grip was heard and Zola turned around to see a golden Warrior staring him down from above with a light of pure fury burning in his eyes and before he could react— 

"BOOM!" The hand is pulled free under William's grip and in a bid to cause fear in the heart of Zola he crushed the hand of the Nazi, "CRUNCH!" the metal bent like it was made of aluminum, but Zola didn't seem to react as he used his other hand to increase the gravity around William by several times.

William smiles as he feels the gravity attempting to press him into the ground in utter futility and he kicks Zola away, his metallic feet carving deep trenches into the concrete before being stopped by a wave of gravity and staring up at William with a smirk.

"So you must be the final Avenger ja? The Viridian I have heard so much about from darling Viper ja?" Zola held out a remote control to several nearby large monitors and clicked a button.

"FLK!" the screens flickered to life to show the video of a naked woman with green hair furiously raping an unconscious but somehow active William.

"You weren't much then and you aren't much now ja?" Zola chuckled as the screens continued to alternate between different times when Lady Viper raped him each time being a different position and intensity.

Zola clicked a final time and crushed the remote, "What are you here for them?" the images on the screens showed different videos with different times of Anissa and Sif being tortured and sexually assaulted by Viper in a multitude of ways.

"I don't know about you ja but I might head to the dungeons later to try out this new body on them myself hahaha I mean how could one not when one looks at them being so helpless ja?" Zola teased William however the moment he showed the images of his girls being tortured and raped by Viper something snapped and the world around him went dark.

Zola seeing his opportunity launches at William and throws a flurry of attacks using the combined power of the mind stone and gravity to create a series of fists that struck William continuously.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" William is flung in the air in several directions but his pupilless eyes never leave the screen.

"RUMBLE!" William crashes into a wall as the gravity fists smash into him and cause small explosions before dissipating.

"Im going to cut off your arms and legs and make you watch while I fuck them hahaha it will be fun ja!" Zola said with a gleeful expression on his robotic face.

The heavens above seemed to churn with fury, as if nature itself had been swept into the storm of impending violence. "RUMBLE!" A deafening roar filled the air, the sky twisting into a dense, swirling mass of dark clouds that seemed to pulse with the fury of a coming tempest. The very air crackled with electric tension as lightning streaked across the heavens, an unrelenting barrage of raw, uncontained power. The violent flashes were blinding, casting Zola in stark silhouette as he shielded his face, his mechanical form trembling under the intense light.

With every burst of lightning that lit up the sky, the world seemed to tremble, the thunder reverberating through the very bones of the earth. Zola grimaced, his cold, calculating expression barely flickering as he held up his hands in a futile attempt to block the onslaught. But the storm wasn't done yet. It was only just beginning.

"GRRRRR!"

The primal growl that tore through the air was unlike anything Zola had ever heard before. It was raw, guttural, the sound of fury and vengeance incarnate. Zola's mechanical eyes flicked to the side, his heart, or what passed for one, skipping a beat as he caught sight of the Hulk, who, to his surprise, was not down for the count. The beast had recovered.

And now he was coming for him.

With a speed and ferocity that defied his massive size, the Hulk lunged forward, his massive form a blur of green muscle and rage. In an instant, the Hulk's arms wrapped around Zola's robotic body, squeezing with the raw force of a vice. The very air seemed to groan under the weight of his grip as he pulled Zola into an ironclad embrace. Zola's mechanical frame groaned in protest, but there was no escaping the Hulk's strength.

Zola struggled, thrashing and twisting, trying to break free from the Hulk's grasp, but it was as though he were trapped in the clutches of a storm. His body, though advanced, was no match for the raw, untamable power of the Hulk. His limbs flailed uselessly against the sheer force pressing him into submission.

With a savage snarl, Zola's body responded. The air around him shimmered as he manipulated his own form, reshaping his mass with unsettling precision. Vibranium spears materialized from his body like jagged shards of ice, extending outward with brutal force. Each spear slammed into the Hulk's skin, sinking deep into his flesh with a sickening "SKT! SKT! SKT!" The Hulk roared in agony as the spears tore into his body, their sharp tips carving through muscle and bone alike.

Blood spilled from the holes in the Hulk's body, but the green giant only seemed to grow more enraged, his healing factor kicking in, starting to close the wounds. But even as the wounds began to heal, more spears appeared, one after another, cutting deep and cruel, as Zola continued to impale the Hulk with brutal precision.

"RUMBLE!"

The very earth beneath them seemed to buckle and groan, as if the landscape itself were reacting to the fury of the two combatants. Small pieces of rubble began to float into the air, rising with an eerie, gravity-defying force. The ground shook beneath their feet, the force of the battle reverberating through the island as though it were being torn apart by the violence between the two.

But amidst this chaos, something more... something deeper, began to take shape.

The air around them seemed to thicken, as if charged with an electrical tension that could be felt in the very bones of anyone present. The golden aura surrounding William began to grow, brighter and more intense, filling the space with an otherworldly glow that seemed to eclipse everything else. The smell of ozone filled the air, and the sound of crackling electricity surged like a storm ready to break. The entire battlefield hummed with energy, like a live wire begging to be unleashed.

William stood there, unwavering. His posture was absolute, a figure of immovable purpose amidst the storm. His eyes, filled with an unrelenting crimson glow, never once strayed from the TV. His attention was fixed, his focus absolute. His girls had arrived, his heart, already surging with fury, now swelled with a deeper, darker emotion.

The golden light around him intensified as his vision bled into a deep crimson, everything else fading into the background. Zola's efforts, the Hulk's struggle, all of it, nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered now was what had been taken from him.

And now, it was time to make Zola pay.

"YOU WILL PAY!!!" William's wrath-filled voice rang out as his electrified aura swelled and exploded outward sending Zola, the Hulk and the Avengers who weren't pinned in position flying helplessly in the wind