Superman's Saiyan little brother

"Are you insane? You're trying to shoot a child?!" Hancock's face was filled with rage. He couldn't believe that while trying to understand his powers, he stumbled upon something so outrageously infuriating.

Initially, when Kyle brought Brandon into the forest, Hancock considered moving elsewhere. He hadn't mastered his abilities and feared accidentally harming Kyle and Brandon if he used too much force.

But just as Hancock was about to leave, he saw Kyle aim his hunting rifle at Brandon's head. At first, Hancock hesitated, unable to believe a father would shoot his son. When the bullet finally fired, Hancock's heart skipped a beat. He surged forward with unprecedented speed, unwilling to witness such a young life snuffed out before his eyes.

After intercepting the bullet, Hancock sighed in relief, but his anger remained. He glared at Kyle, unaware of the danger behind him.

"Insane? No! I'm not insane!" Kyle's eyes flickered with fear under Hancock's piercing gaze, but he quickly steeled himself and said, "A person who disregards life is not a child. You monsters, why can't you be like Superman and help people instead of going astray?"

"Monster?" Hancock was taken aback by Kyle's words. Before he could react, a hot beam of red light pierced Hancock's shoulder and blasted through Kyle's head.

Kyle, who had just been glaring at Hancock, was now dead, his blood splattering everywhere. The scene was as gruesome as when Hancock had shattered the robbers in the bank hall, momentarily stunning Hancock.

The pain in his shoulder brought Hancock back to his senses. He turned to see Brandon hovering in midair, his eyes glowing red.

"If you dare to kill me, be prepared to die, no matter who you are!" Brandon coldly said, glancing at Kyle's lifeless body before looking at Hancock. "Meddling fool, do you think a bit of power makes you special? I am the unique one!"

"What?" Hancock, still processing Brandon's words, was blindsided as Brandon's silhouette blurred and charged at him.

"Boom!" Brandon's headbutt sent Hancock flying, crashing through trees and landing painfully on the ground. The pain in his chest and backside was immense, but the greater blow was to his pride—he couldn't accept being overpowered by a child.

Hancock assumed Brandon's abilities couldn't match his own, given his youth. But he was wrong. Power wasn't just about age, and while Hancock had only just regained his abilities, Brandon had been honing his for a while.

Moreover, the rule of "villains being stronger" applied here. Brandon, in his darkened, rebellious phase, was immensely powerful—an adolescent version of Clark Kent gone rogue.

Hancock's ego bruised, he misjudged the situation. Kyle's attempt to kill Brandon had a reason. Even without Hancock's intervention, Kyle would have failed and been killed. This realization added to Hancock's frustration.

"Dammit!" Hancock roared, lifting off the ground and launching himself at Brandon to show his true strength.

"Boom!" But as Hancock reached Brandon, his punch missed, and Brandon's kick sent him flying again. A powerful laser from Brandon's eyes followed, piercing Hancock's chest this time.

"Thud!" Hancock lay on the ground, gravely injured and struggling to breathe. He couldn't believe how every attempt to use his powers ended in disaster. Earlier, he was punched away by Clark; now, he was on the brink of death at the hands of a child.

The cold, numbing pain in his chest told Hancock he might die here, making his breaths shallow and weak.

"Trash! I am the only god!" Brandon sneered, looking at the dying Hancock with disdain. He turned towards his home, feeling a pang of emotion.

His mother, Tori, was his last remaining attachment. A voice in Brandon's head urged him to shed this weakness and demonstrate his power to the world, conquer Earth, and rule humanity. But memories of his past still caused hesitation.

At that moment, a phone rang. The sound came from Kyle's corpse, not Hancock.

Unperturbed by the gore, Brandon retrieved the phone and answered.

"Honey! Our son is indeed the monster. He killed someone!" Tori's panicked voice came through, intensifying Brandon's resolve. His face turned icy as he vanished.

"Boom!" Tori, unaware of Kyle's death, heard the crash and felt the house shake. Panic gripped her as the crashes continued.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Crashes echoed as Brandon tore through the house, venting his anger and destroying his former home, symbolically severing his last emotional ties.

The commotion attracted the police, but in these chaotic times, only a male and female officer were dispatched.

"Boom!" The male officer was thrown back, reduced to a bloody mist. The female officer raised her gun, but she couldn't see Brandon, let alone aim.

"Boom!" She met the same fate, leaving only blood stains.

"Brandon!" Tori screamed, and Brandon finally stopped, landing in front of her with an emotionless face.

"Son, I know there's good in you..." Tori said, her voice trembling, tears welling up.

"Mom, I wanted to be good..." Brandon whispered, feeling a rare moment of emotional turmoil. Despite his dark tendencies, his upbringing still held sway.

"Sweetheart, you can always be good. You're always my baby..." Tori hugged Brandon, murmuring, "It's my fault. I didn't guide you well. I'm to blame..."

"Swish!" But as she spoke, she raised a hidden sharp object, aiming to stab Brandon.

"Slap!" Brandon caught her arm mid-attack, his hope for redemption crushed. His face turned cold.

"Ah!!!" Tori screamed as Brandon flew her through the roof into the sky. Her desperate struggles ceased as he released her, letting her fall. Brandon watched her plummet, detached and cold.

In that moment, Brandon abandoned all feelings, losing his humanity. He resolved to follow his dark path, proving Clark and Hancock as failures. Brandon, he believed, was the true god and ruler of Earth.

With this new, unyielding desire, Brandon vanished.

In the forest, Hancock gasped for breath and sat up, bewildered by his surroundings. "I'm not dead? I survived such severe injuries? Am I immortal? Not even a scar, except my torn clothes. Was it a hallucination?"

"Wait! Where's that little monster? He's incredibly dangerous. If he goes on a rampage, he'll be far worse than those robbers..."

Hancock's worry grew. He had to find Brandon, who lacked humanity and moral restraint, quickly.

He took off, searching for Brandon. Soon, he spotted him and sped towards the scene.

"Submit to me, become my slave, or die..." Brandon coldly threatened Catherine, his eyes glowing with deadly energy.

"It's you! You monster! You killed my mom! You should die!" Catherine threw her toy at Brandon, hitting him. The toy bounced, knocking scissors off a table, which lightly scratched Brandon.

The minor incident made Brandon pause, a fleeting moment of hesitation as he stared at the fallen scissors.

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