Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

The blonde woman's hand skimmed across the dark hull of the spacecraft, her golden aura flaring with streaks of crimson and cerulean. Power crackled at her fingertips as she attempted to scan the vessel with her cosmic energy, only to meet an invisible resistance. Her brows furrowed. It wasn't just deflecting her energy; it was swallowing it whole.

Intrigued but undeterred, she clenched her fist, cosmic energy surging in her palm like a newborn star. Just as she prepared to knock, more like punch, a deep voice resonated in her ears, cutting through the silence of space itself.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to touch things that don't belong to you?"

Her head snapped around, eyes narrowing as she took in the towering figure before her. A young man, impossibly large yet composed, with piercing emerald eyes that gleamed like distant nebulae. Strands of gold streaked through his otherwise jet-black hair, a stark contrast to the gravitational pressure of power radiating from him. It wasn't just raw energy, there was something deeper, something primal. It made her pulse quicken.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she met his gaze, unflinching. "Oh? Is this your ship, kid?" she teased, voice dripping with playful arrogance. "You know, parking on the moon is illegal. Let me do you a favor, I'll confiscate this for you before you get into trouble."

She nodded sagely, pointing at him with mock authority.

Then, with a laugh that echoed across the void, she turned back toward the ship. "Imagine that," she mused. "The great Captain Danvers being the first to find you. Hah! Talk about lucky!"

She stepped forward once more, energy crackling around her, completely undeterred by the unknown force that stood before her.

Carol Danvers' fingers stretched toward William's ship, her gaze alight with greed, only for a firm grip to seize her wrist mid-motion.

William stood beside her, his hold unyielding.

Her eyes snapped to his, blazing with fury. Golden energy crackled to life around her, the raw power distorting the space between them. "You dare lay a hand on me?" Her voice was a snarl, laced with indignation and wrath.

Energy surged in her restrained hand, swelling like a miniature star, but William didn't flinch.

"UNHAND ME, FOOL!"

With an explosion of light, her golden aura erupted like a supernova. She lunged.

"BOOOOM!"

A radiant blast smashed into William's jaw, the sheer impact launching him backward. His body crashed into his own ship, yet the vessel remained untouched, pristine, and unscathed. Instead of concern, Carol's avarice flared even stronger at the sight.

Then her fury returned.

"Whoosh!"

A shockwave burst from her position as she rocketed toward William, her movements bending the laws of physics. Before he could shift, her fingers clamped around his throat like a steel vice.

They shot into the void, piercing the black expanse at speeds unfathomable to any Earth-born being. In the next instant, she dove, dragging him down.

"BOOOOOOM!"

The moon quaked. A crater the size of a battlefield erupted beneath them as Carol drove William into the surface with cataclysmic force. Lunar dust and debris billowed outward, forming a ring of destruction.

Hovering above the devastation, she scoffed at the motionless figure slouched in the shattered terrain.

"Hmph. Pathetic."

She turned, ready to claim her prize.

"CLASP!"

Her body jerked mid-flight. A force like iron shackles wrenched her downward.

Her breath hitched. She looked down, William's hand gripped her ankle, fingers locking around her like the jaws of an unrelenting beast.

Then he raised his head.

A sickly green fire flickered to life in his eyes, swirling like a vengeful storm. His lips curled into a slow, sinister smile, one that made her stomach twist.

A chill slithered down her spine.

An unfamiliar sensation crept into her chest, dread.

Before she could react, his grip tightened.

A savage yank tore her from the sky, and before she could process what was happening, a monstrous, energy-infused fist was already upon her.

"BOOOOM!"

The impact was apocalyptic.

Carol's head snapped back as the force of the punch obliterated her golden aura. The sheer shockwave behind the strike split the moon's surface like brittle glass, sending fissures spiraling outward in every direction.

The silence of space did nothing to mask the devastation left in its wake.

Carol stood frozen, eyes wide in shock, only for the sudden impact to reignite the fire within her. With a furious roar, her aura erupted, blazing brighter than ever, cosmic golden energy crackling around her like a living storm. She surged forward, closing the distance in an instant, stepping into the perfect range where her speed and power shined.

She struck.

"POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!"

A relentless flurry of golden-infused punches hammered into William's body like celestial meteors, each one carrying the force to shatter mountains. A maddened gleam flashed in Carol's eyes as she poured everything into the assault, unwilling to yield an inch.

However—

William didn't flinch.

Instead, he grinned.

Like an immovable titan, he absorbed each and every strike before slowly raising his hand. His fingers reached her face with terrifying precision, gripping it with overwhelming force.

And then—

"BANG!"

With a single mighty pull, he slammed her face into the surface of the moon. The ground cratered beneath the impact, sending a shockwave rippling through the lunar dust.

Carol thrashed for a moment, pushing against the stone, but as she peeled her face free, she left behind a perfect imprint of her features carved into the moon's surface.

William's laughter erupted, deep and unrestrained.

"HAHAHAHAAAAAA!" He wiped a tear from his eye, struggling to catch his breath. "Now people won't be wrong when they say there's a face on the moon!"

Carol's entire face turned crimson, cheeks, ears, and all.

William's laughter slowed, his gaze lingering on her. Despite everything, that embarrassed look of hers was... kind of cute.

"Hey, why don't we settle thi—"

Before he could finish, Carol's aura ignited in a violent explosion of gold and crimson. Her eyes burned with pure fury, her entire body radiating energy in pulsating waves. The ground beneath them trembled, cracks spiderwebbing out across the lunar surface.

"RUMBLE!"

Golden-red lightning danced between her fingers as she pulled her hands together, forging a crackling, volatile orb of cosmic energy. Space itself seemed to distort around the condensed sphere, as if reality itself was recoiling from its sheer power.

Her blazing eyes locked onto William's as she clenched her teeth and roared—

"BINARY BLAST!"

The unstable orb detonated forward, not as a singular projectile but as a devastating wave of destruction.

"BOOOOM!"

William barely had time to react. The energy struck him square in the gut, launching him across the lunar landscape at breathtaking speed. His body tore through the terrain, carving deep canyons in his wake, dust and debris erupting into space.

Carol didn't stop there. With flawless control, she guided the energy beam, directing his path around the moon, straight back to her.

And she was waiting.

Her fist pulsed with an overwhelming concentration of cosmic power.

The moment William came within reach—

"BOOOOM!"

She drove her fist forward with planet-rending force, the sheer impact detonating the surface around her, sending jagged shards of lunar rock into the void. A massive crater carved itself into the moon's crust from the sheer force of her strike.

But then—

"Crackle!"

A deep, electric-blue glow erupted from within the dust cloud.

William hadn't moved.

His aura flared to life, golden lightning arcing around his body. His hair now stood taller, crackling with raw power, his transformation had shifted.

Super Saiyanite 2.

Carol's eyes widened in horror.

Her fist, stopped.

William caught it.

His fingers curled around her knuckles, locking them in an unbreakable grip.

"Oh no..." was all she had time to think before—

"CRACK!"

With the lightest squeeze, a sickening snap echoed in the silence of space. Agonizing pain shot through Carol's hand as her bones fractured under his strength.

She barely had time to scream—

Because the moment he let go, his leg swung forward.

A devastating, lightning-coated kick slammed into her stomach, folding her in half. Her breath hitched, and the air ripped from her lungs in an instant. She choked, eyes wide in silent agony, before her body collapsed, gasping for breath, utterly overwhelmed.

Her aura flickered, dimming like a dying ember before vanishing entirely. Her body went slack, consciousness slipping away as exhaustion claimed her. William stepped forward, his movements deliberate, and scooped her up with ease. She was lighter than he expected, her frame deceptively fragile in his arms.

As he carried her toward the landing site, his gaze drifted to the two ships resting in eerie stillness. Throughout the battle, he and Carol had unconsciously steered clear of each other's vessels, as if guided by an unspoken truce. But now that the dust had settled, one problem remained, her ship.

He took a moment to scrutinize the pitiful excuse for a spacecraft. The hull was dented, the plating rusted at the edges, and the cockpit barely large enough to squeeze into. He let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"What a piece of junk."

Lifting his hand, green energy crackled at his fingertips, condensing into a volatile sphere of power. Without hesitation, he hurled it toward the ship. The orb struck true, and in an instant, the vessel erupted in a brilliant emerald blaze. A thunderous boom followed, scattering debris in a fiery spectacle against the void.

William barely spared it a second glance.

Stepping into his own ship, he crossed the threshold as the entry hatch sealed shut behind him. The hum of the engines resonated beneath his feet as he activated the stealth systems, shrouding the vessel in undetectable silence.

Coordinates locked. Destination set.

Earth awaited. And he had a delivery to make.

In the dimly lit briefing room of S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, the air was thick with tension. Fury stood at the head of the table, his one good eye scanning the faces of those gathered, his top agents, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, alongside a select few from the newly established agency, A.E.G.I.S. Seated among them were Steve Rogers, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, and Jean Grey. Each carried an unspoken weight, knowing full well the nature of the conversation to come.

Jean, arms crossed, shifted uncomfortably. The surveillance footage she'd reviewed earlier played over and over in her mind, destruction wrought by telekinetic force, familiar yet foreign. A stark reminder that power like hers required oversight.

Steve broke the silence. "Has anyone been able to locate William?" His voice was steady, but the concern behind it was evident.

Fury exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "We've got eyes on his mansion, his known associates, and every member of his immediate family. If he so much as takes a breath in public, we'll know." He fixed Steve with a pointed look. "But the real question is, are you sure you can contain him if things go south? You've seen what he's capable of."

Steve didn't hesitate. His eyes flicked to the two women beside him, Jean and Wanda, both radiating quiet intensity. "We have the world's most powerful telekinetic, Jean Grey, whose abilities rival even Xavier's in raw force. And Wanda Maximoff, someone who can alter reality itself. Between the two of them, I believe we can manage."

Jean met Fury's gaze, her expression unreadable, but the flicker of doubt in her eyes betrayed her. Wanda, on the other hand, simply smirked. "Contain him?" she mused, her voice laced with something almost playful. "Let's just hope it doesn't come to that."

uddenly, the sharp, blaring sound of alarms split the silence, and red lights flickered to life, casting an ominous glow over the base. On every screen in the command center, a sleek black spaceship appeared, its cloaking device deactivating with a faint hum, revealing its smooth, deadly silhouette against the vastness of the sky.

Fury's single eye widened in recognition, his gaze fixed on the craft as it hovered in mid-air, its form almost ghostly against the backdrop of swirling clouds. On the screens, the figure inside the ship was clear now, an imposing, dark figure with a presence that seemed to radiate power. He stood, watching the world below with a quiet intensity, unmoving but undeniably dangerous.

Then, the figure made his move. He reached for something, and with a single, effortless motion, he tossed a blonde woman from the ship, her body plummeting toward the ground. She landed with a soft grunt, her form crumpling upon impact, her eyes fluttering open as she groggily regained consciousness.

The voice that followed was sharp, charged with an otherworldly power that made the air itself tremble. "FURY, I THINK I HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO YOU!"

The words rang out through the speakers, amplified by the raw energy of his ki, carrying across the base like a shockwave. The force of his voice echoed in every hallway, breaking through the doors and traveling directly into Fury's ear, even as he stared at the screens in disbelief.

Fury looked to Steve who was already issuing commands to the three he brought with him and sighed in relief as he felt that he would survive this.

It wasn't long before their group went in different directions with Steve heading directly toward where William was to talk.