2 On The Moon, Just Chilling...And Then Supergirl Appears

Sitting in the soundless void really allowed me to get used to the thoughts in my head right now. I never did have sensitive enough senses to hear EVERYTHING but they did allow me to hear everything within a dozen houses around us.

Though that's not too bad; Superman can apparently hear everything on the Earth if he wants to.

Even then, being able to come up here...allowed me to clear my head without hearing everything. It was nice.

Looking up at the stars, I shook my head before lying back down on the dusty ground of the moon. My father...was an alien. His, or rather, my people are coming to this world...to take over the Earth and kill me if I don't join them. What about mom? Would they let her come with us--No, that's a stupid and naive thing to think. From how he described them, the Viltrumites seem to look down on other races quite a lot.

So, joining them is off the table.

Would the Justice League be able to stop them? Maybe. Superman's the only person I can think who'd exceed me in physical strength. But from the information in my head from that vial...I'm not even to the strength of an average Viltrumite.

And how could I be? The average Viltrumite trains their entire life to perfect their body for combat, and Viltrumites can live for thousands of years...so think about that; supermen and women who can continue to grow as long as they train. Even if they get beaten by the Justice League...they'll just keep coming back but stronger and stronger each time. A basic run down of a Viltrumites biology has shown me some pretty...scary things.

Our cells, hell, even our atoms, are intelligent. They evolve on the fly when stimuli is applied to them. It's not instant and can take dozens of exposure events but eventually a Viltrumite's body...learns, is how I guess I'd put it.

The Justice League couldn't contain dozens of Viltrumites let alone the 50-ish that were on their way.

...They could barely keep a goddamn clown in an asylum, let alone super soldier aliens. Unless I told them about a Viltrumite's weaknesses. But do I want to do that? What if they try and turn it on me? What if...I don't want to feel so vulnerable? I've been practically invincible most of my life and I really don't want to give that up.

But do I want to put humanity at risk for my own pride? For the stupid desire to continue to be Invincible? No...I really don't want to do that. I don't think I could sleep with that much death on my conscience.

Closing my eyes, I went through my memories to something...interesting. Martial arts. Viltrumite martial arts that is. So many of them were in my head, just waiting to be trained in. I had a few months and I always learnt things quickly - perk of my genius genetics coming from my mom - so what's to say I couldn't make such progress in martial arts?

I never bothered to learn any before...but now with a threat against Earth, a threat being brought on by me and my family (father) no doubt, so I guess you could say that I feel slightly inclined to help stop it.

But how do I tell the Justice League about all of this?--What? Thought I was gonna take the invasion on all by my own? Yeah, good going Sherlock. Could I go up against 50 adult Viltrumites who've been training, killing, and committing genocide for centuries on end? Hell no. I'd die so fucking quickly it wouldn't even be funny. It'd just be sad.

Floating myself off the ground and onto my feet, I opened my eyes as I picked up the basics of the basics called 'Basic Combat Techniques'.

Then I began to go through the motions.

And boy, were the motions fucking rough.

It was like working muscles I never knew I had. Everything I'd done before this was...easy. Running, push-ups, throwing a car around like a water balloon when you get angry--What? I went through puberty as well, you know?--But this. This training...it got my muscles burning. It was like my muscles weren't just moving but fighting against themselves and each other.

And it made sense for a Viltrumite technique to be like this. At a certain point of strength it becomes incredibly hard to workout because of the ridiculous amount of weight you need. But this problem is thrown out the window when you use your own powerful muscles.

They get stronger from the workout which makes your next workout even more fruitful - it's a beneficial cycle. Even then, I felt my body learning and growing from the experience. The moves were practically being ingrained into me as I practiced them.

Though I didn't let it get to my head - I'm pretty sure every Viltrumite has this advantage. So in all honesty, this is actually a pretty bad thing. If I'm like this after a single training session...

How are they are countless? Centuries of training...damn, now that's pretty goddamn scary.

Just as I finished I sat down, my sweat floating off of me as I pulled away from where it was. It slowly fell down to the ground, wetting the Moon was more liquid than it had ever had. But looking around at the small to medium-sized craters that littered the area around me...I knew I couldn't train this on Earth. Not unless I want everyone to know I have powers.

...I did fly from the doorstep quick enough, didn't I? Too much of a blur to be recognizable, right? I hope so.

Just as I was about to rise up off the ground and shoot back to Earth - I had to talk to my mother, after all - I saw...something coming toward the moon. When they got close enough, I knew it was a girl.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and an extraordinarily beautiful face...she was a real stunner.

But what really caught my attention, was what she was wearing and what it meant...what did it mean? Well, it seems that Supergirl has just found me.

...But seriously, she looks way better than she does on TV. Nicely toned but not too muscular...weird to think those wonderfully slender arms can lift that massive globe on top of the Daily Planet building like it weighs so little. I mean, I can do the same but, you know, I'm ripped as hell. Must be my Viltrumite-DNA, huh?

And what? I can't fanboy over the only girl who could probably make me feel normal right now? She's an alien as well, you know. Superman's cousin or something like that.

--Ah shit, I spent too much time looking.

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POV Change - Kara Zor-El

Urgh. Why did I have to go and check for that reading? Could have just been some alien leaving Earth, right?

Kal's been getting so paranoid since he found out Lois is pregnant. Not that I blame him or anything...but why could he come check out the moon? The moon's sooo boring...I could be hanging out with Cassandra and talking about how our college life is gonna be but no, I have to go and scan the moon for something that's probably not even there anymore.

This whole scenario started an hour ago when I got a call from Kal, telling me that something left Earth's atmosphere as hypersonic speeds before practically disappearing as it got to the moon*.

(*A/N - The way he just disappeared will be explained in later chapters)

I tried to tell him that maybe whoever left went into FTL-speed once they left the atmosphere but again, he was way too adamant about me personally checking it. I'd only been on earth for two years but the work was really working me to the bone. It wasn't all 'fighting world-ending events' but mainly stuff like what I'm doing now - being a glorified security guard.

Don't get me wrong, I like saving people, but I really don't think there are going to many people on the moon, that'd be pretty weird--

...What? Why's there a guy on the moon?

I stopped flying and simply floated a few miles away from the moon and I saw...him. The guy. Standing on the moon. He looked...like a human. But from the lack of, well, death via vacuum, I don't think he was.

He was blonde, like me, but unlike my golden blonde hair, his was...well, it was so light it was nearly white, and his eyes...other than looking full of surprise and, uh, all over my body, were a piercing ice blue that just seemed to bore through whatever it looked at. Unlike when other people stared at my body the way this guy was, I felt all...tingly instead of disgusted. And I can see why.

He was, well, I'm struggling for a word other than gorgeous. He looked like a prince, honestly. A prince who'd done nothing but eat healthily and workout, that is.

He was about an inch shorter than Kal but he looked just as intimidating. His shirt was also a little...tight, so I could see all of the defined muscle his body had.

Then, before I could get any closer, he was gone, leaving a massive crater behind.

...Ah, I spent too much time staring.