Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

Chapter 91: Sokovia aftermath



William sat motionless, his breathing slow and steady, as Anissa and Sif idly played with his hair. Their fingers glided through the strands, feeling the odd mix of black and blonde, a stark contrast to the solid color they had known before. His hair was softer than they expected, almost silky, as if something about him had fundamentally changed.

Sif's brows furrowed slightly as she twirled a lock between her fingers. "Did he dye his hair?" she murmured to herself, her sharp blue eyes tracing the altered hues. But as her gaze traveled downward, she noticed something even more striking, his frame had grown. William was already muscular before, but now? His form was larger, his muscle mass more pronounced, his chest and arms sculpted to an almost unnatural degree. The sinewy definition of his body, even at rest, was unlike anything she had seen before.

Meanwhile, Anissa had abandoned his hair in favor of exploring the new contours of his chest. Her hands roamed his torso, tracing the ridges of his abs with delicate fascination. The firmness beneath her fingertips sent a warm shiver down her spine, and before she knew it, a small trickle of drool escaped her parted lips. She quickly wiped it away, cheeks tinged with embarrassment, but her green eyes shimmered with appreciation.

"It does look nice, though!" she finally chimed in, hearts practically dancing in her gaze as she continued her not-so-subtle admiration.

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled only by the sound of William's even breathing and their occasional giggles. It was a rare moment of peace, one that didn't last long.

Footsteps echoed through the aircraft, cutting through the relaxed atmosphere. Hawkeye strode in, his posture tense, one hand pressed firmly to his earpiece. His normally casual demeanor had been replaced by something far more serious, his brows knit together as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, sir. I'll relay the news." His voice was clipped, and professional, but there was a weight behind it, a heaviness that sent a chill through the air.

Lowering his hand from his earpiece, Hawkeye exhaled sharply and turned his attention to the women. His eyes flickered toward William's unconscious form for the briefest of moments before settling on Sif and Anissa. Their relaxed expressions faltered as they took in his rigid stance, sensing the gravity of whatever he was about to say.

"The floating island…" he began, his tone grave, "it's gone. It collapsed back into the earth." He ran a hand through his hair before continuing, his jaw tightening. "With Iron Man's help, we managed to prevent a potential complete extinction event. We evacuated as many civilians as we could, but—" he hesitated, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "There were still those who didn't make it."

Silence.

Sif and Anissa stiffened, their amusement vanishing in an instant. The weight of his words sank in like a stone, crushing the lightheartedness that had filled the room just moments ago.

"Casualty reports are still coming in," Hawkeye went on, his voice quieter now. "Thousands… maybe more."

Anissa's grip on William's chest tightened, her fingers curling slightly as if seeking comfort. Her golden eyes, once filled with playful adoration, dimmed with sorrow. Sif, ever the warrior, clenched her jaw, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Even though she had seen death many times before, it never got easier.

Hawkeye let out a slow breath, his gaze flickering back to William. "Whatever happened back there… it changed everything."

The air inside the aircraft felt heavier now, as if an invisible pressure had settled upon them all. And still, William slept, unaware of the weight of the world that awaited him when he woke.

William woke inside his mansion, lying in a bed that somehow defied the very word of comfort but when he tried to move, he realized he was being weighed down by the combined body weight of Anissa, Sif, Raven, Zatanna, Kara, and Harley who were each holding onto his limbs like a body pillow.

"Oh, right, I died and went to heaven of course!" William said as he observed the unparalleled beauties pressing themselves onto him.

Suddenly his little brother began to awaken and before he could stop it his engorging dragon pressed into the cheek of Harley who was wrapped around his leg and nudged the sleeping beauty awake in a daze.

"Oh uhh hi, sorry about that hahaha!" William whispered.

Seeing William was unable to remove himself from the pile of women on top of him Harley had a mischievous grin on her face before she opened her mouth and licked his dragon causing a tremor to run through his spine.

Seeing his reaction a blush appeared on Harley's face as her tongue began to massage his length in its totality before reaching the tip and allowing it to enter her mouth.

"GK, GK, GK!" she bobbed up and down before coming back up for air as a trail of saliva connecting them.

William was struggling to contain the pleasure he was feeling to not wake the other ladies but the tremors his body was constantly releasing soon caught the attention of Raven who had a competitive look in her eyes when she saw Harley going down on William. 

Floating above the rest of the women Raven slowly lowered herself onto William's waist forcing Harley to move as the flower was penetrated by the thick and engorged rod belonging to William, "ANN!" Raven stifled a moan using her finger and began to move up and down as Harley watched on while touching herself.

Soon the sounds of Raven being filled up and her incessant moaning woke the other girls and soon the room was filled with the sounds of lovemaking.

A few hours later when the sounds have mostly died down the other girls are passed out in exhausted bliss as a mixture of fluids stains the bed beneath them, while Anissa and Sif are licking both sides of William's swollen dragon which was beyond sensitive at this point.

"HA, HA!" William's breath quickened as he was unable to hold back anymore and soon released what was left in his tank on both of their faces.

William fell back into his spot and subconsciously reached within the void for a Senzu bean which he chewed on while watching both women using their tongues to clean the cum off of each other.

The sounds of splashing water and playful laughter echoed through the air, a soothing symphony of joy that contrasted sharply with the battles and destruction that had come before. William lay on his back, eyes half-lidded in abject bliss, the warmth of contentment settling deep in his core. The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaos and triumph, but in this moment, he allowed himself the simple pleasure of rest. The girls were enjoying themselves, their carefree giggles carrying through the air like a melody, bringing a smile to his lips.

With a deep inhale, he stretched, feeling the tautness in his muscles ease slightly. However, his relaxation was short-lived as Phage's voice echoed in his mind, a whisper of urgency threading through their connection.

"Master... the woman known as Myrina has finally awakened. She is currently confused... and very, very angry."

William's brows knitted together at the mention of Myrina. A formidable warrior, a survivor of Darkseid's tyranny, and a woman whose entire existence had been shaped by servitude to the dark god. Now that she was free, what would she become? Friend, foe, or something else entirely? He pondered the question for a moment, but no clear answer surfaced in his mind.

"Keep watch over her," he finally replied. "Let me know everything she does."

"As you command, Master." With that, Phage returned to her silent orbit over Gravitas, an ever-watchful sentinel in the void.

Far below, on the war-scarred surface of Gravitas, the air trembled with the force of Myrina's rage. Her fist met the mountain with a resounding boom, sending a violent shockwave cascading through the landscape. Cracks spiderwebbed across the rock face before a large chunk of the mountainside gave way, crumbling into an avalanche of stone and dust. The impact sent jagged fissures tearing through the earth beneath her feet, but Myrina barely noticed. Her chest heaved, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her fists clenched so tightly that her nails threatened to pierce her own palms.

The silence that followed her outburst was deafening. Without the ever-present commands of her master, the whispers of Darkseid's will guiding her every thought, she felt lost. Why? Why am I alone? Where is my purpose?

Her gaze drifted downward, catching sight of a small puddle formed from recent rainfall, its surface trembling from the aftershocks of her fury. She froze. Reflected back at her was a face she knew all too well—her own, yet different. Her expression twisted, eyes scanning desperately for the mark that had defined her for so long. The omega symbol, Darkseid's brand of ownership, should have been there, carved into her very flesh like an eternal chain.

But it was gone.

Her fingers trembled as they reached up to touch her forehead, running over smooth, unblemished skin. The symbol that had once burned like a curse, a constant reminder of her servitude, was nowhere to be found.

Her breath hitched. A strange sensation coiled in her chest, tight and unfamiliar. Am… am I free?

She staggered back from the puddle, as if the reflection itself had betrayed her. Her body, sculpted through war and subjugation, now felt foreign. She had been a weapon for so long that the absence of command left a hollow void within her.

Memories of endless battles under Darkseid's rule clawed at her mind. The agony of the brand searing into her flesh, the ceaseless bloodshed in his name, the knowledge that she had never once fought for herself—all of it threatened to drown her in an abyss of uncertainty.

She wanted to scream. To break something. To lash out at the void that had taken the only certainty she had ever known. And yet, a flicker of something else—something dangerously close to hope—whispered beneath her rage.

If she was truly free… then what came next?

Myrina had never been allowed to consider such a question. And that, more than anything, terrified her.

United Nations Headquarters – General Assembly Hall

A cacophony of voices clashed within the grand chamber of the United Nations, a swirling tempest of outrage, demands, and frantic discussion. The reverberating cries of delegates and representatives filled the air like a storm breaking over the ocean. The aftermath of Sokovia hung over the assembly like an unshakable shadow, an event that demanded an answer, one that the world leaders were desperately trying to find.

"RABBLE, RABBLE, RABBLE!" The uproar grew unbearable, a chaotic blend of overlapping accusations and fervent declarations.

Then, the room shook with a single voice.

"GENTLEMEN!"

A thunderous command ripped through the noise like a battle cry, demanding silence. The hall, once a sea of discord, fell into an uneasy stillness. All eyes turned to the podium, where a man stood, unwavering, clad in star-spangled combat gear and gripping a vibranium shield.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, surveyed the assembly with a steely gaze, his presence alone enough to command respect. The weight of the world rested on his broad shoulders, yet his conviction remained unshaken. He had fought on battlefields where the enemy was clear, where justice was straightforward. But today? Today, the lines were blurred.

Taking a deep breath, Steve spoke, his voice carrying the authority of a soldier who had seen too much war.

"What we are doing here today is not something we want to do… but it is something we must do."

A click echoed in the silent hall as Steve pressed a button on the remote in his hand. A massive screen lit up behind him, projecting scenes of devastation that had, in recent years, become all too familiar.

The footage played before the gathered nations like an unflinching specter of the past.

A mind-controlled Hulk rampaged through Johannesburg, toppling buildings like they were made of paper. Innocent people screamed, running for their lives as the green behemoth reduced entire streets to rubble. The next clip showed the nightmarish rise of Zola Ultron, the artificial intelligence that hijacked Sokovia's infrastructure, turning an entire nation into a hostage before attempting to obliterate it.

Murmurs filled the air again, but no one dared interrupt.

Steve clicked again. The next image froze the room in sheer tension.

It was him.

The man, or the alien, that had become a whispered legend among world leaders. A being whose mere presence had shifted the course of fate itself.

William Parker.

The footage captured the defining moments that left the world divided. They watched in stunned silence as he soared through the sky, a force unlike any they had ever encountered. They saw how he single-handedly saved New York from total annihilation, yet also witnessed the raw, terrifying power he wielded against Ultron's forces in Sokovia.

A leader from the German delegation adjusted his glasses, his face pale. Someone from the French committee shifted uncomfortably. Even the representatives who had remained skeptical were forced to confront an undeniable truth.

Steve let the silence linger before speaking again.

"Every time these conflicts erupt, the death toll rises. Hundreds in rural battles. Thousands in cities. New York. Sokovia. How many more before we stop counting?"

He placed his shield down on the podium with a heavy clang, looking across the assembly with an expression carved from stone.

"We cannot allow unchecked power to decide the fate of millions. We cannot stand idly by and hope that the next battle doesn't spill into our homes, or into our cities. The world is changing, and we must change with it."

He stepped back, letting his words settle like an anchor in the depths of the assembly.

The Sokovia Accords had begun.


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