When the Saiyans appeared in the superhero world[Comprehensive]

A path can be seen faintly among the endless green. This is the evening in the countryside. When the sunset glow fades, there is only a piece of silver gray left between the sky and the earth.Drive through that path, and you can see several farms along the way. At this time, the lights in their houses have been turned on, and the sporadic lights add a little warmth to the land that is gradually sinking into black.Walking along this road to the end, you can see an old two-story house. The style of this house is also like a farmhouse in the Kansas countryside. The only difference is that it is not surrounded by fences like other houses. It is there independently, and it seems that it is not afraid of any danger at all.

This is the home of Martha Kent.

A dimly lit lamp is lit in the two-story old-fashioned house, and after a few steps in the door, you can see the wooden steps.Go straight up the steps and you will reach the passage on the second floor.

There are two rooms on the second floor, one near the south, at the end of the stairs, and the other, less than 2 meters away from the stairs.At this time, there were two people standing outside the door of this small room.One has a strong figure, and the other is leaning against the door, leaning slightly, looking a bit stooped.

They seemed to be talking about something. Suddenly, the tall man turned his head and looked into the back room.

The person on the bed was already asleep, but his thin and pale face remained the same as before.She frowned and rubbed the quilt lightly.Clark, who was talking to someone, paused for a moment, then walked over, sat down on the bed, and gently helped her turn over.

The person in his arms seemed to have changed into a comfortable position, his brows relaxed, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Martha, who watched the whole scene at the door, had a smile on her lips, but her eyes were moist, as if she was moved.

Clark noticed Martha wiping the corners of her eyes, feeling a little helpless, but her eyes were gentle.No matter which world Martha is, she is his mother.

This is constant.

Clark's expression softened a lot.

Martha standing by the door seemed to be lost in memory for a moment, looking at the beautiful and heart-shattering picture in front of her, she couldn't help thinking of what happened not long ago.

——Her son died, and in order to save the world, he finally died...

--finally……

Yes, in Martha's long-standing nightmare, her beloved son kept dying.Either he was killed after being captured by the government because of his exposure ability, or he was killed in a battle with various dangerous characters.She was always apprehensive, looking at her son with eyes full of love and worry, until that day came...

Superman really is dead.

All the newspapers, the news... almost everyone in the world mourned the loss of a person that day.

And she, holding Clark's clothes, mourned the martyrdom of her beloved, her son.

Martha has been having the same nightmare for a long time, and when this nightmare really came, Martha felt that she was not ready at all.She couldn't accept it, and she would never be able to accept it, just like her husband's death in that accident.This kind of grief is like a huge vortex, and like a dark swamp, it can only make people sink deeply and cannot extricate themselves.

Martha's mind went blank until much later, when Louise told her the news, when she learned that her son could still be brought back to life.

Trembling, she inserted the car keys and hurried home.Along the way, she was restless, and her mind was filled with countless thoughts. It wasn't that she didn't believe what Louise told her, nor was she afraid that Clark, who had come back from the dead, would become another strange existence.

Whether the person who comes back to life is Clark Kent, Kal-El or Superman, he will always be his favorite child.

What Martha was nervous and afraid of was that this dream-like news would come to naught in the end.

Martha, who was driving an old truck, stopped in front of her house. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw that tall and straight figure.

—It's Clark!

her son!

She will never admit it wrong!

Martha covered her mouth excitedly, and then wanted to run over.But as soon as he took a step, he heard a voice behind him: "Mom?..."

This is an extremely familiar voice that often appears in her dreams.

Martha turned around and saw a handsome face.The tall young man smiled and looked at her softly.This is her son too!

Martha opened her arms as if she wanted to hug the person behind her, but her body froze before she closed them.

Do not!

wrong!

Is this my hallucination?

Why are there two Clarks?

Martha suddenly turned her head and looked in front of her. The young man standing at the door seemed to have noticed the person behind her at this moment.

We all entered the house together.

The house had been auctioned after Clark's death, and it could not be redeemed. However, Clark's friends seemed to have bought the house from the bank that auctioned it off, so it was their home again.

The room was very old, and the floorboards creaked when you stepped on it, but no one felt bad, on the contrary, it was very warm.There is only one sofa in the small living room, hanging wall lamps, and dim lighting, but it is enough for the people present to see each other clearly.

Soon, Martha knew what had happened.Not only was her son resurrected, but a son from another world came here, and she even brought her grandson with her.I don't know why, after hearing these narratives that were enough to subvert the three views, Martha calmly took a sip of tea, and she looked less excited than when she heard the news of Clark's resurrection.

To ask her why.

That was probably in the heart of the mother, whether it was one son or two sons, as long as they were still alive, that would be a good thing.Everything else is nothing.

Martha is happy with her two sons.

The joy is indescribable.

Clark and Superman don't get along well, and the two often fight.There are too many reasons for this.Clark didn't like the Superman of this world, didn't like the way he accidentally hurt Pearl, didn't like the way he treated Bruce, didn't like his naive justice and his occasional self-pity.

And what about Superman?

Superman also hates the existence of Clark. Anyone who is beaten up in a daze will not feel very good, let alone this person not only took away all the care from his mother, but also brought a lot of mess to their world. .

Martha was very satisfied with her child's childish performance for the first time in a long time. Boys always encounter some bumps and bumps in their growth path, and they dare to throw punches.Such ignorant and fearless childishness is what a normal earth child should experience.

The former Clark Kent has never been able to make a move, always retreats, restrains, forbears, and is always a silent person, whether it is his childhood, teenager or youth...

Martha felt guilty, but she didn't regret it, because it could protect him.

But now, this regret is finally made up for.

Clark had a playmate, one of his own best playmates.

No repression, no restraint.This is a very beautiful thing.

It's a pity that what Martha saw as a beauty was a terrible nightmare for others.

Lex Luthor's greatest enemy, the son of Krypton, Superman, finally died in his plans.It was a happy event worthy of toasting and revelry, but unfortunately he didn't have time to throw the banquet, and with Superman's death, Luthor's plot was revealed and he was caught.

Even though he was in prison and shaved his head, he still couldn't stop Luther from being in a good mood.until--

A message came from outside.

Superman is not dead, and there is an extra twin brother!

Luther would not doubt the accuracy of the information provided by Deathstroke, so he escaped from prison openly.

When he saw two supermen with the same appearance and the same abilities in Metropolis, Luthor's mood was broken.Of course, he was not the only one who collapsed, but also Villain A who was being strangled by Superman and smashed against the wall, and Villain B who was hit by another Superman with his head on the ground.

Superman's hands are measured. This strength is not enough to kill the criminal, but bloodshed and concussion are inevitable.

Luther didn't seem to believe in evil, and let the people under his hands attack with firepower.

Someone fired a shot, and the bullet grazed Superman's cheek and shot into the wall behind him. Superman raised his eyes abruptly, and his sharp, hot gaze melted away the gun in the opponent's hand.

Seeing the other party gritted his teeth but helpless, Superman raised his eyebrows and looked at someone who was exactly like him.

Clark didn't seem to mind Superman's provocation.

More and more people arrived quickly, and Luthor's men had already changed into high-risk weapons.A number of improved grenades were thrown over, and Clark stood still without any movement, just exploding the energy in his body in an instant, and the armed teams blocking in front fell like dominoes.As for those grenades, they stopped firmly in mid-air, and could no longer get within half a minute of the field covered by Clark's air.

The corner of Clark's mouth hooked slightly, as if responding to someone.

Superman looked annoyed, why did 'myself' laugh so annoyingly? !

Luthor's fate was obvious. Originally, one Superman could deal with it, but now there was another one, and it was a matter of minutes to abuse him.After Luther was arrested, his subordinates were dealt with separately by the two.

Superman's method is to hand over his men to the government.

Clark, on the other hand, threw the rest of the group to Bruce.

Sure enough, within a few days, the group of people from the government prison escaped again.

For Superman who was furious and flew out to arrest people, Clark said that this guy is really stupid.No matter how tightly guarded and well-built the government's prisons are, these criminals still have a chance to escape.Why?Because the wardens of these prisons are not Bruce Wayne!A man who knows criminals better than they know themselves.

The Justice League in this world has not really been established yet, and there is only a prototype.So it's normal for Superman not to trust Bruce.But Clark is different. In Clark's world, the Justice League is already solid, and Bruce's decision-making position is also firmly established. His resourcefulness and character are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.Clark trusted Bruce, so their actions against crime were always more effective.

Clark will not remind Superman of this. What kind of person Bruce is and whether he is worthy of Superman's trust is Superman's business.All Clark cared about now was Pearl and his son.

In front of the bedroom door, Martha looked at her son from another world, he was mature and steady.Compared with the one he raised, the Clark in front of him has more tolerance for his lover and a sense of responsibility as a father.That's fine, whatever Clark Kent of the world, they're good boys.

Thinking of this, Martha's eye sockets became moist again.

Pei'er, who slept till dawn, sat up from the bed, her head still a little dizzy.

Clark came over with water.

After helping her up, Clark said, "Are you hungry? Mom made your favorite sandwich. Wake up and have some breakfast?"

Peer nodded.

After washing up, Pei Er went downstairs to have breakfast.Clark was relieved to see that she had a good appetite.Of course, not only him, but everyone else present (Martha, Superman, and Louise all breathed a sigh of relief).

During this period, Peier's pregnancy symptoms were too severe, and she lost a lot of weight, looking particularly fragile.Although this is not the case in fact, Saiyans are still a fighting nation no matter how weak they are, and they are many times stronger than humans.But Martha looked distressed.

Especially when she learned that Pearl fainted from hunger before, she gave Clark a hard lesson, and then paid more attention to Pearl's diet.

After breakfast, Clark accompanied Peer out for a walk.

The early morning in the countryside is beautiful, as far as the eye can see, it is an open scenery.The smell of green grass in the breeze, mixed with the natural freshness of the fields, is introduced into the nose together.

Seeing that Pei Er was in a good mood, Clark smiled and took her to his secret base.

On the back hill not far from the farm, there are ropes hanging under the trunks of two large trees, and there is a wooden board where the ropes are tied.

"Swing?" Pei'er sat on it and swayed gently twice, her eyes curled up, and she smiled unknowingly.

Clark stood in front of her, watching his little girl dangle.The fine black hair fell with the swing of the swing, and fell on her cheeks repeatedly.

An indistinct layer of pink appeared on the originally fair face, making the little girl look even more delicate and cute.

Although pregnant, Ke Peier is still his Peier.Just keep it so carefree forever.

Clark thought, and his eyes became more gentle.