Till I Take You Down (I Want You In the Ground)
Summary: A peaceful day shattered by the arrival of the Legendary Super Saiyan in Metropolis. Thankfully, earth had it’s own legend on call—
A/N: I couldn’t wait for my invite link from ao3 anymore I wanted to post this so so bad. These bitches insane!!!!! Also this is set in my crossover au, hence the appearance of the Justice League and mentions of Transformers.
The best part about livingout in the boonies with no neighbors for miles had to be the fact Gia could lay out in nothing but bikini bottoms with a bowl of fruit and a sangria without worry of some uppity neighbor complaining about ‘indecency’. What was more indecent (to her, at least) was having her legs be a completely different color from her arms. There was no way she was going out in shorts if her half of here was pasty as hell while the other half was sunkissed! Speaking off, Gia suddenly felt something heavy and wet place itself on her thigh followed by a high pitched whine. When Gia hgnlifted a lid she was met with a pair of pleading grey-brown eyes and a slobbery muzzle squished against her thigh. For such a massive dog, Kaykay’s noises could have been mistaken for a French bulldog instead of a Cane Corso.
“What?” Gia cooed, reaching over to scratch the mastiff’s head. Kaykay’s attention glanced from her to the fruit bowl before whining again. “Want a blueberry?” Gia asked, earning an excited wiggle from Kaykay’s nub tail. The redhead would be the first to admit her dog was spoiled, but she deserved it. Besides, who could resist such a sweet face? Gia’s hand practically disappeared under the dog’s muzzle, leaving nothing behind but a trail of saliva that she wiped off on her towel. After receiving her tribute Kaykay went back to laying at the foot of her lounge chair, plopping back onto the grass with a satisfied grunt.
Truly a perfect summer day.
Until her phone buzzed, cutting off her Spotify playlist. Damn it, she thought she set that thing to u ‘Do Not Disturb’!?
Gia groaned, her hand slapping over to her side table and checking the collar id. Her annoyed expression quickly morphed into one of confusion—“Sups”. Superman barely called her, hell the only reason she even had his number was so the Kryptonian had a direct line to her dad. Goku had a tendency to never take his phone with him, and when he went off planet to train with Beerus he, of course, forgot it. But Superman knew Goku was away so why…?
“Yo.” Gia answered, only to be met with ear piercing yelling and the sounds of destruction.
Oh shit.
“Gia!” The voice on the other end was most definitely not Superman, she’d recognize the gravely, highkey-intimidating-when-they-first-met voice of Batman anywhere. That made her sit up. “Where’s your dad and brother!?”
“They’re training on Beerus’s planet with Vegeta I thought—?”
She was cut off by a loud yell followed by a ‘Damn it!’ From the caped crusader. “What’s going on over there?!” Gia questioned, “Where’s Supes—are you guys ok or…?!”
“Obviously we’re not!” He barked, ok fair that was kind of stupid to ask. “There’s a saiyan attacking Metropolis, we have the whole league mobilized but he won’t stay down—even the Boy Scout is breaking a sweat!”
“Oh shit.” Gia cursed under her breath, quickly getting up and redressing herself. The only time she remembered Superman actually straining was when he was training with her dad and uncle Vegeta. The fact it was another saiyan too gave her pause, from what her uncle had told her her father and himself were the only full blooded saiyans left after Freeza. “Are you sure it’s a saiyan—?”
“Wall of muscle, spikey hair, monkey tail.” Batman listed quickly. Ok, definitely a saiyan. “And he keeps yelling your dad’s name. You know him?”
“He keeps yelling ‘Goku’?” Gia questioned, raising a pierced brow.
“No, he’s yelling Kakarot.”
Gia’s confusion only grew the more Batman spoke. “Wait, how do you know my dad’s—nevermind.” That wasn’t important, Gia would question how much Batman actually knew about her family later. She quickly got up and redressed herself, her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder. “I’m coming, hold out for like ten-twentyish more minutes!”
She whistled, signaling Kaykay to go back inside. Spoiled as she was, her recall was top notch.
“Make it five,” Batman ordered sharply. Gia wanted to snap back at him,say something like ‘I haven’t mastered instant transmission so if one half of me is in Metropolis and the other stays here we’re all fucked’, but she held her tongue. Instead she slipped into her shoes and took off in a blaze of fire towards Metropolis. Thank god she was taught to fly, it made things so much more convenient.
“I’m on the way.” Gia said before hanging up.
The sounds of buildings crashing down and sirens blaring grew louder the closer she got to the city, strangled by the acrid fog of smoke that hung overhead. It wasn’t hard to spot the other members of the league, more specifically the barrier of one or multiple Power Rings blocking off a warzone. Christ, the devastation had to be on par with Megatron’s first attack and it had all been caused by one saiyan?!
“Yo!” Gia landed next to the first familiar face—a bruised and hunched over Flash. “What’s happening here, is Supes still holding out or..?” She asked, only earning a small wheeze of a laugh from the speedster.
“Hello to you too, kid.” He greeted, wincing as he tried to stand up straighter. “Glad to see you’re as caring as usual.”
“I’m not gonna ask because the answer is obviously no.” Gia rolled her eyes. “But that was caused by him? The saiyan?” She asked, shoving a senzu bean into his hand.
Flash tensed, clenching his fist around the bean. “He looked right at me.” He said, “He saw me while I had to be going at least Mach ten, stared directly in my eyes before clotheslining me into a building.” His gaze turned back to the redhead, “can all saiyans do that?”
“Dunno. Sounds like a Vegeta question.” Gia shrugged, suddenly feeling a pang of something between anticipation and downright glee. This guy was able to lock onto Flash and counter him, the fastest man on earth.
This guy was strong.
“Don’t waste that bean.” Gia said, making her way towards the barrier.
“Uh-oh…” Flash shot her an amused grin before popping the senzu bean into his mouth “I know that look. Don’t incinerate Metropolis outta excitement, ya hear?”
Oh? Gia hadn’t realized she’d been grinning.
“I won’t, I won’t…” Gia muttered. She wasn’t twelve anymore, she knew better than to fight in populated areas like a city. She wasn't sure she’d even have to use the Phoenix Fire for this guy, her hopes were up sure but…
“Mind forming a door?” Gia asked, gently nudging one of the Green Lanterns, a woman Gia hadn’t met before.
“A door—? Are you crazy!?” The Green Lantern looked at Gia as if she’d grown a second head. “I can’t in good conscious let a civilian—!” Gia immediately realized she was new.
“One door, coming up.” Kilowog spoke up from the right.
“Thank ya, thank ya.” She waved to the Bolovax as she stepped through.
“Kilowog!?” The woman protested.
”It’s ok Jessica, she’s the reinforcement. Ah, so she was a new lantern—that explained a lot.
It was so, so much worse on the other side—the force field put up by the Lanterns acted both as a physical buffer and a sound barrier against wailing sirens from cars that had been thrown through buildings and the distant reverb of energy blasts in the distance. But through it, Gia heard a roar that cut through the rest of the noise sharper than any blade:
“KAKAROT!”
Yep, clear as day her dad’s saiyan name was being screamed like a curse. At least she wouldn’t have to look too hard for the saiyan. That feeling of anticipation and anxiety grew as Gia’s boots crunched the destroyed asphalt before taking flight again.
Batman was not exaggerating, this guy was a saiyan all right— or an insane exaggeration of every saiyan trait. He easily cleared seven feet tall, a literal wall of muscle draped in gold matching the tell-tale super saiyan hair. Gia was led to believe it was only Superman facing off against this monster but flanking him was Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl, all of them fighting desperately against the saiyan.
Before Gia could intervene Hawkgirl landed a hit with her mace, the electricity searing into the saiyan’s flesh. Momentarily stunned Wonder Woman landed a haymaker directly to his cheek, lurching his head to the side with a sickening crunch and yet the manic grin the saiyan wore remained. With speed that shouldn’t have been possible for a being that size, his massive fist locked around Wonder Woman’s arm and swung her back, crashing into Hawkgirl before returning his attention to a visibly disoriented Superman. Ok, wow, that was the first time she’d ever seen him look that out of it without kryptonite being in the picture.
‘Can I beat this guy?’
The thought was fleeting, a spark of uncertainty after nearly ten years of throwing down with aliens, meta humans, and giant robots. All of which Gia came out on top of, she was a Phoenix after all. The holder of the divine fire that could erase any and all threat to her, something that made even the God of Destruction himself take pause. But Flash’s words, ‘he looked right at me,’ still echoed like a warning. This guy saw him through the Speed Force, he was making Superman bleed…when had her hands begun shaking? Why were her hands shaking??
Fuck it, now wasn’t the time to pussy out. Son Gia never pussied out!
“Yo, Roid Rage!” Gia punctuated her yell with an energy blast thrown directly at his back.
It connected dead center, the saiyan’s body heaving forward from the impact but not with the force Gia had expected. He leaned back upright slowly, craning his head back towards her.
“You…” His voice rasped, it wasn’t as deep as she’d expected it to be. But Gia was more distracted by his lack of pupils, her own amber eyes locked with blank, predatory white. “You’re new.” The pit returned, but Gia did what she did best (other than fighting, of course).
“And you’re clearly compensating.” She retorted, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. “Attacking a crowded ass city full of people you know can’t defend themselves? That’s some fuckin’ micro dick behavior.”
The saiyan scowled, easily taking her rage bait while giving Superman, Hawkgirl, and Wonder Woman time to escape. “Mouthy little bitch…” He sneered through gritted teeth, his attention now fully on her.
“Yeah no shit. Anyways…” She casually rolled her shoulders. “You’re strong, that I can acknowledge. So why don’t you give me a shot?” Her suggestion made the behemoth cackle, as if her challenge were some incredible joke.
“A little bug dares challenge me?!” He questioned, “You don’t know what you’re demanding, girl. But if you’re that desperate to be crushed…” Without realizing it he had been charging a ki blast in his palm, “then die!”
“Gah—!” The blast came at her at breakneck speed with Gia dodging it only by a hair. She had no time to recover, in the blink of an eye the saiyan was above her and bringing his fists down in an axe handle right between her shoulder blades. Gia plummeted, crashing into the earth like a comet and landing on her side. She shakily got back to her feet.
Ow.
Ow?
When had Gia ever felt ‘ow’ before?
She didn’t have any time to wonder, his massive fist was about to come down on her again—instead of dodging Gia was able to block. She used his fist as a springboard and launched herself up, connecting a powerful roundhouse kick to his head. In the moment the saiyan was stunned Gia threw her own ki blast at him—red light exploding in a fireball onto his side. He may have been built like a brick shithouse, but he was still organic. Still made of flesh. Flesh could sear, flesh could burn and sizzle like meat on hot iron.
But even as the saiyan’s skin rose and blistered he only laughed, the feral grin still plastered on his face. “That burns…” He said, cocking his head to the side as he stared at her. Somehow his gaze shifted, the blood lust was still there but now it was more curious, analyzing even. A predator acknowledging its own kin and trying to determine how much of a threat it posed. “You fight like a saiyan, but you reek of something else.” He pointed a massive finger at her, “before I kill you, tell me what you are!”
Gia scoffed, he really couldn’t have picked a more cornball way to phrase that? Besides, why would she do anything this asshole said? She just wanted to kick his ass and then go home, this was not how—!
Her train of thought was cut short, suddenly aware of a massive fist concaving her stomach. She tasted blood, unable to breathe but hacking up saliva in a forced exhale. Something cracked, a rib? Her sternum? Gia couldn’t tell, she just felt the pain bloom in her center and spread. Fuck— she’d never taken a hit like that before, even when Gia was training with her dad and brothers they never hit like that. Her ears rang as she was launched back into a nearby mountain, her body forming a crater in the stone.
Holy shit.
“If you won’t speak,” the saiyan grinned. When had he gotten so close again? “I’ll tear the answer out of you!”
There was that pit again, mixing with physical pain and forming an excruciating cocktail of agony and dread. This guy wasn’t just strong, his power was bordering on immeasurable—he was no Bane or Vegeta he was a league all his own! He was fucking scary!
Despite the fear and how bad it hurt to even take a breath Gia laughed. Though it came out more like a wheeze and her lungs howled with each intake of breath, her laughter filled the dead quiet landscape. She was fearing for her life, fearing what it meant for her to die!? When had she felt such primal emotions before? When had she ever had a fight this serious before!?
The saiyan looked at her oddly before scowling, “laughing? Have you simply lost your mind from fear?”
“Nah…” Gia grinned, spitting out some blood. “You wanna know what I am?” She echoed, letting her own fire spark to life. Her red curls ignited into dancing flames and her fists engulfed into twin infernos. “I’m Son Gia, and I’m a god damn phoenix!”
When was the last time she went all out like that?
Gia couldn’t count the amount of times Kaioshin and Whis drilled into her that ‘phoenix fire shouldn’t be used lightly’. That it must be maintained as a source of purification and not one of annihilation. Blah, blah, blah, important divine being stuff she probably should have paid more attention to—but they were her flames to bear. Son Gia was the Phoenix of Universe 7, or maybe the Phoenix was Son Gia? Whatever, it didn't matter either way. What mattered in that moment was she finally, finally got to use her fucking fire after nearly two years of being dormant!
The saiyan’s shark-like eyes widened slightly before breaking into a manic grin that matched Gia’s own. “So you’re not as worthless as I thought.” He said, “I am Broly, remember it. You’ll be begging to me once I put those flames out!” That only earned a manic cackle from the redhead, no snappy comeback, no snarky thoughts about his cornball threats. Gia just launched herself right back at him, the sand under her feet hardening into glass. Right, control, control…she wasn’t going to erase this guy—‘Broly’. She’d singe him a bit, maim him a little, enough to put him down temporarily. Because Gia would fight Broly again, he didn’t have a choice. He was too rare a find, an opponent with battlelust that matched her own and the raw power to back it up.
Gia’s fists flew, connecting, blocking, she couldn’t tell when one was moving and another pulled back. Was that her blood or his?
Two hands around her waist—massive, crushing against a scorched chest.
A laugh (or maybe a shriek?), teeth sinking into a solid trapezius. Gia tasted blood before she was ripped away. She took the chunk of flesh with her. Bitter.
Plummeting again, not again because she flew. Blinded temporarily by a ki blast, dodged but grazed her side.
A distraction, a knee to her back, lurching around on a bruised spine only to be clotheslined. Didn’t matter, it was too much fun!
Manicured nails dug into his arms, iron grip, a resounding crack amongst a chorus of euphoric laughter and the smell of burning flesh.
Feet connected to his chest and pushed, heels breaking bone.
When did Broly get blue eyes?
Both of them were suddenly earthbound, choking on blood and laughter. Gia’s bruised legs straddled Broly’s torso, one of his arms bent at an awkward angle and crimson flowing down his heaving chest. The bite was deeper than Gia intended, no wonder that gamy taste was stuck to her tongue. “Hey…” Gia breathed, twitching from multiple broken ribs. “You’re…really fun…” She giggled manically, gazing down at Broly as she nearly collapsed forward before bracing her palms against his pecs. “I wanna …fight you more…! You better fuckin’ fight me more…! I need it!”
Her psychotic plea was only met with an amused scoff. Broly’s uninjured hand shooting up, grabbing her by the nape and twisting into sweat soaked curls. “And you’re…an absolute freak…” He sneered back, trying to force her head forward and close the distance.
Yeah, no.
Gia threw her head down, her forehead crashing into his own. Something fractured, not bone, something that felt like metal and glass.
She couldn’t be bothered to find out, or rather her body couldn’t be bothered to keep her conscious enough to find out. The intensity of their battle left both of them unconscious yet satiated. Broly didn’t outright answer her but she recognized the feral look in his eyes, a ferocity that rivaled her own. If it were anything like her own Gia knew that ferocity would find itself directed back at her again.
She greatly looked forward to that.