Doomsday Kryptonian.
It wasn't just a title. It was a state of being.
Luther stood in the desolate wasteland of Planet Vampa, clenching and unclenching his fists. The power coursing through him didn't feel like the solar battery of a normal Kryptonian—that always felt like a fuel tank you had to keep topping up.
This felt like a nuclear reactor melting down in his chest, but infinitely sustainable. It was endless. Inexhaustible.
He looked at the jagged rocks around him. He had the sudden, intrusive urge to punch the planet in half. Just to see if it would break.
"I need a punching bag," Luther muttered, his voice dropping an octave lower than usual. "I need to know what my limits are."
He thought about Broly. The Saiyan was somewhere over the horizon, probably eating a giant spider leg.
Broly was the perfect sparring partner. If Luther went over there and started a fight, the resulting shockwaves would probably disintegrate the solar system.
"But..." Luther hesitated.
He was strong. Insanely strong. But he wasn't the True Doomsday. He didn't have the spore-cloud that killed everything it touched. He didn't have the absolute immortality that allowed him to tank Darkseid's Omega Beams and laugh.
And Broly? Broly was a freak of nature. If Luther pushed him too hard, Broly might evolve faster than Luther could adapt.
"Not worth the risk," Luther decided. "I'm not dying on a rock named Vampa just to measure my ego."
He had what he came for. He had the upgrade.
"Time to go home."
Preparation for the jump was different this time.
Luther reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of the advanced Universal Capsules he'd fabricated in his underground lab. Inside these tiny pills were the spoils of war: The remaining Senzu Beans, the synthesized Ultra Divine Water, his lab equipment, and the data drives.
He couldn't carry them in his hands. The teleportation process was brutal; it stripped him down to his molecular structure. Anything outside his Biological Field would be atomized.
He had to internalize them.
Luther swallowed the capsules dry. He used his bio-kinesis to tuck them safely next to his heart, wrapping them in a concentrated layer of his own impenetrable bio-field.
"Alright," Luther exhaled. "Let's see if the upgrade handles the ride better."
He focused on the coordinate in his mind. The sub-basement of Emperor Tower. New York. Marvel Universe.
"Teleport."
He pulled the trigger on his new ability.
CRACK.
Space shattered around him.
Last time, it felt like being shoved through the eye of a needle. It felt like being ground into hamburger meat.
This time?
It still hurt. It felt like being squeezed through a fire hose. But the passage was wider. Before, it was a thread; now, it was a tunnel the size of his forearm. He was still compressed, still distorted into a stream of biological dough, but he wasn't obliterated.
Marvel Universe. New York.
SPLAT.
Luther hit the floor of his solar chamber.
He didn't need the sun.
The moment his form reconstituted, the Doomsday cells went to work. There was no slow knitting of flesh. It was violent and instantaneous.
SNAP. CRUNCH. POP.
His bones realigned with the sound of gunshots. His muscles snapped back into place. The gray, rock-hard skin smoothed over.
In less than three seconds, he was standing up, fully healed.
"Whoa," Luther breathed, looking at his hands.
He didn't feel weak. He felt... annoyed. The energy inside him was roiling, demanding release. He felt like he needed to scream or break something just to vent the excess pressure.
"The recovery factor is insane," Luther noted. "It's like Wolverine, but faster. And stronger."
He looked up at the solar collectors. He didn't need them anymore to survive, but when the yellow sunlight hit his skin, it felt like a bonus. A multiplier.
If he combined the Doomsday "Endless Stamina" with the Kryptonian "Solar Charge"... he was theoretically unstoppable.
"Wait."
Luther froze.
He looked at the digital clock on the wall of the lab.
[14:02:35]
He frowned. He checked the date.
It was the same day he left.
"I was gone for two years," Luther whispered, staring at the blinking red numbers. "And only one second passed here?"
He started laughing. A deep, resonant laugh that shook the glass beakers on the shelves.
"Time dilation," he realized. "Or maybe the Dragon Ball Universe moves on a completely different temporal axis."
This was the jackpot.
He had been worried that his company would have collapsed, or that Tony Stark would have bought his patents, or that S.H.I.E.L.D. would have raided the building while he was gone.
But no. To the world, he had just blinked.
"I have infinite time," Luther grinned. "I can train for decades, research for centuries, and come back here in time for dinner."
He sat down on the floor, trying to unpack the mechanics of the teleportation.
Why was the tunnel wider this time?
Hypothesis A: Strength. His energy levels were exponentially higher now. Maybe his sheer power forced the dimensional rift open wider.
Hypothesis B: The Destination. Maybe going to Dragon Ball is harder than coming back from it?
"I'll have to test it later," Luther decided. "I need to go back eventually. I need to get Bulma. I need more Dragon Balls. But for now... I'm home."
HURK.
Luther leaned over and coughed violently.
Five small capsules shot out of his mouth and clattered onto the metal floor.
He wiped his mouth. "Disgusting. But effective."
He picked up the capsules. They were pristine. The Biological Field had protected them from the dimensional shear.
"Okay," Luther said, holding a capsule up to the light. "Phase Two begins."
He needed to mass-produce these.
He couldn't use the exact materials from the Dragon Ball world—Dr. Brief used alloys that didn't exist on the periodic table of the Marvel Universe. But the concept? The physics? That was universal.
"Microscopic particle rearrangement," Luther mused. "In this universe, the closest equivalent is Pym Particles."
Hank Pym was a paranoid old man who guarded his secrets jealously. But Luther didn't need Pym. He had a Super Brain and the completed blueprints for spatial compression. He just needed to find a local substitute for the containment field.
He stood up and walked to the console, cracking his neck.
He was back. He was a monster. He had billions of dollars, a frozen timeline, and technology that would make Iron Man look like he was playing with LEGOs.
"I'm done hiding," Luther said, his red eyes glowing in the reflection of the monitor. "I want the money. I want the power. I want the women."
He typed in a command to wake up the manufacturing facility.
"Let's show this universe what a real superpower looks like."
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