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Fan Fiction Fuel - Arkham City
It was the night that Goku first became a Super Saiyan, the night where he gained so much.....but lost everything. His son, his ex-wfie, even her new husband who he supported through thick and thin. Even after the sad falling out due to his line of work they were still his family, the very rock to keep him grounded and continue being who he was.
And just like that they were taken away by a raging demon with red buring eyes, a face like a lion and a black teathered sleaveless gi with the word Heaven writen on the back. Goku fought this combat loving psychopath before, won officially through ring out and not even using his full combat prowess. Worst of all this monster sensed a power within Goku that not even Goku knew about further making that fight an even greater humiliation.
Enraged from being so thoroughly cheated out of a good fight the demon has gone so far as to bring in bullied in help to take care of Goku's family so that he doesn't have to do it himself spouting the bullshit excuse of not killing weak and helpless opponents keeping him from soiling his own hands. But all the same it was by this demon's will that Goku's family died all so that the dormant power hidden within him with be flushed out by the pain of loss....
This was the night that Goku first became a Super Saiyan, the night where he gained so much but lost everything. It was also the night that the so feared raging demon died a most pitiful death, killed by an even greater monster with gold blazing hair that he foolishly awoke for selfish gain. Goku's hateful and pity filled eyes surging with power were the last thing the demon would see before his neck was crushed into mulch. As the demon's blood completely soaked his hands Goku's humanity suddenly returned, the reality that he just killed someone out of hatred is all but overwhelming to him, such a sobering horror leaves him screaming in remorse....
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And at that moment Goku wakes up, a dream he relives all too often. This time he awakes still chained up to a chair and still very weak from the past one and a half days of sadistic chemical induced torture in this dingy rat infested shithole of a medical ward. Still before him are the two horrifically smiling pale skinned bodies of Xehanort's lesser heralds. One was a woman with short yellow hair and two antennae like bangs shooting backwards, when she was alive she always had the most arrogant look on her face, now it is just straight up sickeningly vile with that grin. Beside her is the body of a young boy who has a rather niche mopey haircut straight out of an emo rock band line up, in life he was always so reserved and very much brooding, in death it is much too unsettling and alien to see him smiling.
He is unable to turn his head very far due to the still crippling pain throughout his head and neck, all he can do is focus his hearing to pick up on the television just left on behind him, the live report on the world wide news channel covering the continued hostile takeover of Gotham city by the nihilist terrorist Xehanort. The continued relaying of the same information for the convenience of those just tuning in, how about two days from now the city was turned into a warzone. More than two thousand people were caught up in the crossfire, the joint efforts of the Gotham Police and National Guard their only defense against the mysterious Organization XIII and the hundreds of formerly imprisoned inmates of both Blackgate and Arkham now running loose in the city with stolen military grade weapons and vehicles.
The reports also bring up that even the Batman is knee deep in the middle of this current citywide hell, the rest of the makeshift Bat Pack team too tied up in all the chaos to come for him or Ryuko. He can still hear her heart stopping screams of pain, not as loud as the television right in the room with him but still loud enough to shift his focus completely. He can barely see into the other room where they have her, only the light cast shadows of everyone in there. He can barely make out Ryuko's shadow in the center as it is only her upper half hung up by chains running down from the ceiling, standing on each side are shadows of a woman and a man with a glass dome over his head. The two figures prode and poke at Ryuko with unidentifiable objects.
Joker:
"Man the lungs on that girl. They happen to be flopped on a tray and severed yet she can still scream up a storm."
There is no mistaking who this figure is walking towards him from the shadows even with how much Goku's head feels like hammered shit, the only clear proof he hasn't suffered any brain damage...yet. As one would expect the mad clown was reveling in this twisted role of authority, gleefully wearing the full standard issue garb of a Arkham psychiatrist. Even his mannerisms emmulate the role, professional in stature and just casual enough to offer some false semblance of bedside manner.
Joker:
"And you? Man you are quite the piece of work. I can see why Bats gave you an internship."
The clown grabs a nearby wheeled chair and rolls it up in front of Goku, sitting down upon it he is now right in front of him and able to look him in the eye at evel level.
Joker:
"Okay, so....Moses. You know him right? After having liberated his fellow Hebrews from the cruel pharaoh Ramesses and led them into the desert, he then has to leave them and go up some mountain for forty days and forty nights. After so long in solitude, God finally shows up. The big guy then carves ten commandments into a nearby stone, ten divine laws of mankind that are just the most basic no shit sherlock tips on how to be a decent human being. Don't be a racist, don't be a sexist, don't be a hypocrite, don't be full of yourself, don't be an edgelord, don't be a troll, don't be a sore loser or a sore winner, don't use money to solve all your problems, don't twist or pervert my holy lessons for your own selfish needs and don't be a perpetual meme factory. Now Moses being a smart and optimistic individual is more than cool with these laws and he has every hope that his people will also accept them....but then as he returns to his people with those two stone tablets in hand, turns out they all became Republicans and their new leader is Donald Trump."
The clown has such an estactic smile as he stares right at the battered hero, hoping for a reaction. But instead the clown is given only a deathly glare and scowl.
Goku:
"I gotta admit, that was pretty funny."
The clown is not pleased with how dead panned serious Goku was conveying his opinion, grabbing hard onto his jaw just so he can snarl right into his face.
Joker:
"Then why aren't you laughing?"
Goku continues to glare at the clown with such fierce defiance.
Goku:
"Ha. Ha. Ha."
With that the clown just shoves Goku's face to the side hoping to break his neck, walking over to a nearby utensil table. Instead of the kind of medical tools there are instead crude instruments of pain. After a moment's pause he then picks up a crowbar.
Joker:
"Harley be a dear and give him another dose."
Goku suddenly feels a slender feminine hand tightly grab onto his jaw very close to his neck, this hand forces Goku's head upward at which point another hand appears from behind forcing an oxygen mask onto his mouth and nose. Keeping his mouth shut does nothing as the green noxious gas is free to go into his nose. This is in fact the twenty sixth time his lungs were set ablaze with this vile searing substance but it is still as unbearable and blood boiling as the first.
Harley:
"Man with endurance like this I bet he's just a beast in bed."
Joker:
"Harley that's the seventh time you've made that tired quip, if you wanna ride him like a pony just shut up and do it."
Harley:
"You wouldn't mind Puddin'?"
Joker:
"Just don't expect me to film it for you, you're a big girl you can post it on redtube yourself."
And with that the female clown takes that oxygen mask away from Goku's face, the two mad freaks seeing if this latest dose will be the one to finally break their plaything.....but as before he does not break. The refusal to give in was more than just simple willpower. This was the power of a Super Saiyan, a golden force that has redefined Goku's nature as a mortal god, this dormant power was the only think keeping him from falling to the specific effect f this gas. All nine thousand ounces of it is poured into keeping that toxin from performing its twisted corruption on his very person....
Not one fraction of this great power is left to make his still vulnerable face weather the sudden crowbar from the left side. What would be little more than the bite of an insect in normal circumstances is now a full on reality check, all his senses both surging with new awareness and yet muffled by deafening interference. The only clear sounds he can make out in his fluctuating state of consciousness is the sound of hard metal colliding with his skull....and the slightly muffled laughing of the mad clown. And then the female clown comes in with a sledge hammer and knocks him out cold.....