Son Of Darkseid

He was born beneath the blood-red skies of Planet Vegeta, his first cries echoing in the vast royal chamber. In that hallowed hall, King Vegeta - his father - stood rigid, his eyes sparking with fierce resolve and hidden hope.

"By the gods," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of certainty, "this child… he bears the mark of destiny. His power level… it's already over a 100,000!"

His trusted advisor, Rurik, stepped forward, astonishment mixed with reverence. "My King, such raw power in an infant is unheard of. He blazes like a comet. This must be the Saiyan of Legend - the Messiah our people have awaited."

King Vegeta's jaw tightened as he regarded me with both pride and a sorrowful urgency. "I've seen it in dreams and battles past.

My son, you are destined to lead us against Frieza. But with such a potent force, we must hide your true nature from imperial eyes."

He turned to an aide, his voice firm and resolute. "Prepare the cloaked pod immediately. Its shielding must mask not only his fierce energy but also his power signature. Frieza and his lackeys must never know the extent of his might."

The aide bowed quickly. "It is done, Your Majesty."

Gently, his father lifted him with all the care a warrior could muster and placed him inside the sleek, advanced pod.

With quiet intensity, he whispered, "My son, carry with you the hope of our bloodline. May your destiny be a beacon in our darkest hour." His grip trembled with pride and resolve.

The pod's engines ignited with a quiet roar, the craft lifting from his hands as if propelled by fate itself. "Farewell, my legacy," King Vegeta said, his tone a mixture of pride and protective despair, "May you find a future worthy of our Saiyan spirit."

As the baby then flew through the dark abyss of space, to ironically the blue planet, earth, since apparently Bardock was indeed wise enough that he chose the same planet for Kakarot that the King and his advisor would choose to hide the Royal Prince with all their data of various planets considered.

Yet, the baby knew that it is not where he would end up. No.

As he saw before him the space distort, and a fiery heat envelop the vessel of his pod, he knew he was about to arrive at his true destination.

The pod trembled as it careened through the torn veil of space, its descent now less like a sudden crash and more like a reluctant surrender to fate.

The hull groaned under the strain, and sparks of energy danced briefly along its seams as it collided with the harsh, cracked earth of Apokalips.

Dust and ash swirled slowly in the turbulent air, and the landing was far from graceful.

A small patrol unit of Darkseid's forces was the first to arrive at the scene. A soldier in heavy armor studied the pod carefully, his tone measured and cautious.

"Secure the pod. Maintain a safe perimeter," he ordered into his commlink with deliberate precision.

A pause followed as the patrol circled around the mysterious craft. One technician, peering at his datapad, remarked quietly, "The readings indicate a power level of around 100,000. It's not remarkable by our standards, yet something about it is... off."

Within the stillness of the aftermath, Big Barda herself arrived, her heavy footsteps deliberate on the scorched ground. She surveyed the wreckage with a measured frown before addressing the assembled soldiers.

"Gather the extraction team. I want the pod retrieved intact and transported to the secure chamber. We must learn what secret it carries that allowed it to get past our planet's defenses," she commanded, her voice calm but laden with an underlying urgency.

Inside the secure chamber of a nearby hangar, time seemed to slow. The pod was carefully placed on a reinforced platform, its presence silent and unassuming.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from flickering monitors displaying data and energy readings. Every second felt prolonged as the soldiers prepared to breach the pod's enclosure.

Big Barda stepped forward and, with controlled resolve, said, "Prepare to open the pod. I will lead the examination personally."

A hushed murmur filled the air as the device's outer layer began to hiss, seals disengaging slowly in a ritual of tension and expectancy.

As the protective shell slid aside, the interior was revealed - a dark, quiet space that seemed to hold its breath. Then, a delicate glow emerged from within.

What had been measured as a mere energy signature now blossomed into a living, breathing presence.

The assembled forces exchanged stunned looks. One of the grizzled veterans muttered, "It's... a baby." His words were barely audible as if the revelation itself commanded reverence.

For a long, nearly silent moment, the infant lay there, wrapped in soft coverings. His eyes were closed, and an indescribable aura - at once innocent and profoundly potent - softly pulsed around him.

The quiet was almost palpable.

Darkseid's towering figure finally entered the chamber. He moved forward with deliberate, heavy steps, the gravity of his presence slowing even the heartbeat of the room.

His cold gaze fell upon the baby, and for the first time, his expression softened from stoic command to something resembling tender curiosity.

Darkseid's gaze soon hardened as he slowly reached for the infant, his expression unflinching even as an electric thrill surged through him.

In that dimly lit chamber, beneath the cracked, fire-scarred ceiling of Apokalips, he took the little Saiyan into his arms.

Outwardly, his voice remained a smooth, unyielding rumble, yet within, he reveled in the discovery of a weapon unlike any other.

"Child of defiant lineage," Darkseid began, each measured word laced with a hidden fervor, "you have been hidden from those who would seek to quench your power. Now, I claim you as the ultimate instrument of war."

Big Barda stood a respectful distance away, her armor glinting in the low light. The surrounding officers exchanged uncertain glances.

One soldier dared whisper, "Our master rarely shows such passion… though it seems he hides more than mere interest behind that calm mask."

Darkseid's eyes, burning with secret ecstasy, never wavered from the slumbering child.

Holding him firmly yet carefully, he murmured almost to himself, "I have long desired a weapon to reshape the cosmos - a force that bends fate and instills terror in those who defy me.

With you, I shall forge not only loyalty but a new heir to power. You will be my son in all but blood."

He paused, the silence stretching as his mind raced with possibilities.

The Saiyan infant's latent strength - measured lightly as mere potential moments before - now promised a future that could dwarf even the legends of old.

Darkseid's voice remained low, his tone betraying not a hint of overt excitement, yet every word was deliberate and searing with promise.

"Prepare a chamber for him," he commanded, finally addressing his assembled retinue. "I intend to nurture his power and mold his destiny.

He is to be a symbol of my might - a weapon refined by my hand, bred to serve and conquer."

A nearby officer replied, his tone cautious, "Yes, my lord. We will ensure that nothing alters his course, and his energy is kept secure."

Darkseid's façade of stoicism never faltered as he slowly turned his gaze away, the baby still cradled securely in his massive arms.

Internally, however, his mind raced with unspoken ecstasy - a secret delight that he now possessed a key to an even greater future.

In that silent, charged moment, Darkseid's plan unfurled like a dark tapestry.

The child would be raised, trained in the crucible of Apokalips, and ultimately become an inseparable extension of his will - loyal, ruthless, and utterly unstoppable.

And though his voice carried only measured authority, his heart thrummed with the promise of a revolution that would echo through the cosmos.

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