World War Saitama: Part 6

"Over here, I saw our guy land somewhere towards the river!" Sakura instructed her red-suited companion as they both sped through the jungle on foot. Moments ago, the skilled ninja had spotted Yamcha getting knocked out of the sky, where his unconscious body fell into the forest a short distance away.

"Yeesh, wait up, pinky!" Deadpool called from behind, where despite his peak mutant physical capabilities, he was having trouble keeping pace with the pink-haired young woman.

Arriving at the fallen Z fighter, Sakura knelt down next to Yamcha's broken and bloody body and held her hand over it, where she allowed chakra to flow through herself as she used the mystical palm technique to rapidly accelerate her teammate's natural healing. With the sound of his bones cracking and crunching while they snapped back into place, Yamcha awoke with a gasp a few minutes later.

"Glad you're back with us!" the medical ninja exclaimed as she smiled sweetly, causing the young man to blush as he stammered a 'thank you' in response.

"Thank God you're okay!" Deadpool added boisterously as he fell onto the Z fighter's lap, where he stroked his face. "Tell us where he hurt you, pretty boy, so that old Deadpool can find and kick his ass."

"Would you get off of him? He needs to finish healing," Sakura chided as she shoved the masked merc aside, before turning back to Yamcha. "What happened? Are the others okay?"

"That idiot Homelander switched sides, I had a bad feeling about the guy from the start," the former bandit admitted as he ran a hand through his long hair. "I don't know where Lex is though. You need to be really careful, this villain guy is no joke, and I've met some powerful people that bust planets for fun. I think we need to wait for Luthor to unleash his secret weapon before we try and fight that guy.

"Too late, I'm already on my way to meet him!" Deadpool called out from somewhere in the jungle as he raced away from the pair. "See you guys in the winner's circle!"

"Moron," Sakura and Yamcha muttered together.

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"Well, I guess that's the last of them," Saitama sighed as he finished ripping the head off another android, where he let its metal body fall to the ground outside his mansion. "So where is the rest of your team?"

"Beats me, the scientist who recruited us was flying in with this big mech suit," Homelander replied as he scanned the treetops. "Hold on…something is coming this way…"

"It might just be Dabi, he got punched into the jungle a little while ago," the caped baldy replied as he too detected something approaching. "He's our other teammate."

Emerging from the tree line was a figure that was dressed from head to toe in a tight black and red body suit. Although there were two swords hilted on his back, the stranger walked forward carrying a laptop.

"Ah, this is one of our guys," Homelander stated as his eyes began to glow red. "I'll handle him."

"Why hello there, you big star spangled traitor," Deadpool snickered as he walked confidentially towards the pair. "Did that thick skull of yours get confused and make you serve the wrong bald guy?"

Growling, the American-themed supe came at the masked mercenary and prepared to tear him apart. Before he could reach the mouthy hero, however, Deadpool began to type on the laptop.

Homelander then decided to fly up into the stratosphere and let the big kids fight.

"Wait, what? I don't want to do this!" the blonde Adonis screamed in rage as he started to fly high into the sky. "I-I'm being controlled, what the hell!?"

"Oh neat, is mind control your power or something?" Saitama asked as he started strolling towards the mutant mercenary. "That's cool, can you make me do something?"

The bald guy in a cape then proceeded to skip towards the very-handsome Deadpool like a girl.

"HAHAHA whoa, it worked!" the caped baldy laughed as he found himself skipping whimsically towards the red and black-clad man.

The bald guy then turned around and started to spank his butt cheeks while making baboon sounds.

"HAHAHA OOHH OHHH AHH AHH!!" Saitama yelled like a primate as he promptly turned around and began to spank his own buttocks. "Well this is interesting! I'm amazed that you're able to do all this!"

"Haven't you realized it yet, chrome dome?" Deadpool asked with a snicker as he held up the laptop. "I can tap into and edit the author's story with this, so I can add my own personal spin on things using this keyboard!"

Perplexed by Deadpool's amazingly super cool strategy, Saitama sat on his ass and declared defeat at the hands of the strongest man in the marvel universe.

"No way, I'm not defeated!" the bald clown grinned as he sat down on his butt. "Story? Author? What the heck are you talking about?"

"There are people reading this story, ding dong, and there's a person that writes it," the handsome and Thanos-killing Deadpool continued to explain. "As long as I can edit the text, your fate is my design!"

His fist clenching, Saitama simply continued to do what he'd always done and defied the odds by temporarily breaking free of the chapter's constructs. Throwing his fist towards the masked merc, the caped baldy

"Yikes, weren't you about to attack me?" Deadpool mocked as he defiantly walked right up to the grey-suited man.

"I was HAHA what the hell? Where'd my punch go?" Saitama asked in amusement as he stared at his immobilized fist.

"Well to be honest, there was a whole paragraph about how you destroyed me in a single punch and that even my healing ability didn't do crap to stop myself from becoming strawberry jello," the guy that is way handsomer than Captain America explained. "But I deleted every word, so it never happened."

At a loss for words, the jokerized one punch man wasn't exactly sure how to combat his newest foe. With the laptop in his hands giving him total control over the narrative, Saitama was looking at power that rivaled that of a God's as the entire universe could technically bend to the red-suited man's whim.

"Before I make you punch yourself into oblivion, let's celebrate my victory!" Deadpool exclaimed.

With that, a large table that was filled with delicious, freshly-fried chimichangas appeared right there in the jungle. Taking one of the scrumptious morsels in his hand, Wayne Wilson took a long, savory bite as he stared into the increasingly irate eyes of his caped opponent.

"Hehehheh…HAHAHAHA," Saitama laughed as both his fists began to clench. "Oh, funny man, you're going to regret making a clown out of me."