"Seems Darkseid's finally bit the dust," Constantine muttered, his voice gravelly from years of chain-smoking and chanting incantations that no sane person should utter. He leaned against a crumpled air conditioning unit, his eyes scanning the horizon where the remnants of apocalyptic battles still flickered—distant fires illuminating the chaos below. "And Trigon? That demonic bastard slunk back to his hellhole, but not without a few parting gifts. Limping like a whipped dog, he was. Two down, eh? World's a bit less doomed for the moment."
Beside him, Martian Manhunter, stood with his arms crossed over his broad, green chest, his cape tattered and singed from the frayed edges of cosmic warfare. His telepathic mind, usually a serene ocean of thoughts, now rippled with the echoes of global suffering—the cries of the displaced, the wails of the injured, the silent voids left by the dead. "The world endures," J'onn replied in his calm, resonant voice, though there was an undercurrent of weariness that even his stoic demeanor couldn't fully mask. "Somehow, it always does. If not for your arcane interventions, Constantine, the night sky would be eternally starless. The moon's absence... it's a wound that will take eons to heal, but for now, humanity can breathe. A fragile peace, but peace nonetheless."
Constantine chuckled bitterly, taking another drag. "Peace? Mate, that's a bloody joke. We've patched up the leaks, but the ship's still sinking." He gestured vaguely toward the sprawling devastation below. The streets were flooded with debris—overturned cars, fallen power lines sparking intermittently, and emergency sirens wailing in the distance like mournful ghosts. "We contained the radiation in half a dozen cities—New York, Tokyo, Metropolis, you name it. But it'll be decades before anyone can set foot there without glowing in the dark. Forests from the Amazon to Siberia are infernos, pumping out smoke that's choking the atmosphere. And don't get me started on the oceans. That last quake cracked the seafloor like an eggshell; tsunamis are barreling toward coastlines again. If we don't seal those fissures soon, we'll all be Atlantis 2.0—drowned and forgotten."
J'onn nodded solemnly, his red eyes glowing faintly as he phased his consciousness outward, sensing the planet's pulse. "The losses... they weigh heavily. Our fallen comrades —they gave everything. We must honor them not just in memorials, but in vigilance. The universe doesn't rest, and neither can we. Preparations for the next incursion must begin immediately. Alliances reformed, defenses fortified."
As if summoned by the gravity of the moment, a shadowy figure emerged from the rain-slicked stairs leading to the rooftop. Batman, moved with his trademark predatory grace, his cape billowing like wings of night. His cowl concealed his face, but the tension in his jaw and the subtle clench of his fists spoke volumes. He joined them at the edge, staring into the abyss of the starlit void where the moon should have hung. Rain pattered against his armored suit, rivulets tracing paths down the bat emblem on his chest. "We've stabilized what we can," he said, his voice a low growl that cut through the storm. "But stability is an illusion. The League's scattered, resources depleted. We rebuild, we adapt, we endure. That's what we do."
The three stood in silence for a long moment, the weight of the world's survival pressing upon them like the storm clouds above. Constantine flicked his cigarette butt into the wind, watching it spiral downward. "Bloody hell," he sighed. "Let's hope the next apocalypse gives us a breather."
Far from the battered Earth, in a realm beyond the grasp of mortal comprehension, existed the Void—a paradoxical expanse that defied the laws of physics and reality itself. It was neither space nor time, a boundless nothingness at the heart of every multiverse, yet invisible and untouchable to all but the most supreme beings. Here, colors bled into monochrome, sounds echoed in eternal loops, and existence itself felt like a fleeting dream. In this ethereal domain, Son Goku lay upon a bed that materialized from the ether, his body a tapestry of scars and newfound power. His orange gi was torn and faded, but his spirit burned brighter than ever. As consciousness returned, he sat up slowly, wincing at the phantom aches that lingered from battles that had pushed him beyond mortal limits.
His chest and right hand bore intricate tattoos—not mere ink, but living memorials etched into his flesh during his slumber. The faces of his family—Chi-Chi, Gohan, Goten, and even the stern visage of Vegeta—gazed back at him, their expressions frozen in eternal encouragement. It was a reminder of what he fought for, a anchor in the chaos of godhood. Goku stretched his limbs, feeling the surge of energy coursing through his veins like a river of pure ki. "How long have I been out, Zeno?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity.
Zeno, hovered nearby his wide eyes sparkling with an innocence that belied his infinite power. "One whole month, Goku! I'm so glad you're awake now. You were all tuckered out from that big fight." With a playful snap of his tiny fingers, the air shimmered, and Wonder Woman—Diana Prince—materialized before them. Her wrists and ankles were bound with ethereal chains that pulsed with cosmic energy, unbreakable even by her Amazonian strength. She was stripped bare, her regal form exposed to the void's indifferent gaze. Zeno tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed, where she landed with a thud, her muscles tensing as she struggled against her restraints.
Goku's expression remained impassive, a far cry from his usual cheerful grin. The battles had hardened him, elevated him. He regarded Diana with a calm detachment, no malice in his eyes, but no mercy either. "I almost forgot about you," he said simply, sitting on the edge of the bed as she writhed and glared daggers at him.
Diana's voice was a fierce whisper, her spirit unbroken despite her vulnerability. "You will pay for this indignity, Saiyan. I am no prize to be claimed."
Goku ignored her for the moment, turning back to Zeno. "Tell me, Lord Zeno—why was I asleep for so long? That's not like me. Usually, I bounce back in no time."
Zeno tilted his head, his voice chipper as always. "Oh, Goku! You've become a god now. Your power... it's god-level stuff! Right now, you're stronger than Beerus ever was—if he were still around, that is. And after that epic battle a month ago? Whoosh! Your strength shot up even more. You're overflowing with it!"
Goku clenched his right fist, feeling the raw power thrumming within. It was intoxicating—a boundless reservoir that made his previous forms seem like child's play. Veins bulged along his arm as he tested it, a faint aura flickering around him like divine fire. "You're right. I can feel it... this huge burst, like my body's a volcano ready to erupt. It's amazing. I've never felt anything like this."
Zeno nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! And now, our next adventure: the Naruto Universe! That's where we're heading, Goku. But first, eat up, rest up, and... well, enjoy your guest however you want. Just let me know when you're ready, and we'll zip right over!" With that, Zeno transformed into a glowing white orb, his form compacting into a beacon of omnipotence.
Goku glanced at the orb. "Lord Zeno, this Void... where exactly is it? How does it even exist?"
The orb pulsed with light as Zeno's voice emanated from it. "Here? Oh, it's at the center of every multiverse! But also... nowhere. It exists inside them all, yet it doesn't really 'exist' like you think. Multiverses can boom and bust, come and go, but the Void? It just keeps on being. Kinda mind-bendy, huh?"
Goku rubbed his head, a faint smile cracking his serious facade. "Yeah, my brain's spinning. Too much to wrap around." As Zeno's orb vanished into the ether, the Void fell silent save for Diana's muffled grunts and the creak of her chains as she strained against them.
With a casual wave of his hand, Goku shattered her restraints, the energy bonds dissolving like mist. Diana wasted no time—her fist lashed out, connecting with Goku's jaw in a punch that would have felled mountains. But he didn't budge, not even a flinch. Instead, he smiled faintly, that old Saiyan spark returning to his eyes. She followed with a barrage, her Amazonian training fueling strikes of precision and power, each one aimed to cripple or kill. Yet Goku stood unmoved, his godlike durability turning her assaults into futile gestures.
"You're weak," he said matter-of-factly, not mocking, but stating a truth. "Too weak to change anything. Now, back to the bed."
Diana's eyes blazed with defiance. "I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons! Daughter of Hippolyta, wielder of the Lasso of Truth! I will not submit to a brute like you!"
Goku's response was simple: "I'm Son Goku." With gentle but irresistible force, he pushed her back onto the bed using just his right hand. She sprang up immediately, but he pinned her down again, channeling his ki to lock her wrists in place above her head. Invisible bonds of energy held her firm, her body arched in resistance.
"You'll regret this," she snarled, her legs clamping together in a last-ditch defense.
Goku's expression softened slightly, but his resolve was ironclad. "I'm a god now. I can do as I please." He leaned in, his presence overwhelming. With deliberate slowness, he parted her legs, his own arousal evident—his member thick, veined, and pulsing with the same divine energy that coursed through him. He claimed a kiss, forceful yet exploratory, his lips pressing against hers as she resisted. Then, he trailed downward, his mouth enveloping one breast, then the other, teasing her nipples until they hardened under his attention.
Despite her fury, her body betrayed her—warmth pooling between her thighs, a slick invitation she couldn't control. Goku sensed it, rubbing the tip of his erection against her clit in slow, teasing circles. She began to protest, words tumbling out in a mix of curses and pleas, but he silenced her with another surge of ki, muffling her voice.
Finally, he entered her, inch by inch, her eyes widening in shock at the intrusion. Her walls were tight, a velvet grip that clenched around him, wet and yielding despite her will. Goku began to thrust, slow at first, building to a rhythm that echoed through the Void—skin slapping against skin with increasing intensity. He released her mouth, capturing her lips once more in a deep, consuming kiss. Faster, harder, he drove into her, the bed creaking under the force of a god's passion. Minutes blurred into an eternity of sensation, her body trembling, his building to a crescendo.
With a final, powerful thrust, he released inside her, his seed flooding her depths in hot waves. He collapsed beside her, chest heaving, while Diana's legs quivered uncontrollably, excess spilling from her as aftershocks rippled through her form.
An hour passed in the timeless Void—Goku recovering, Diana silent and spent. He rose, dressing himself with a thought. "Lord Zeno," he called out. "Let's go."
They departed, leaving Diana unbound but alone in the expanse. A small cache of provisions materialized nearby—food, water, a simple shelter woven from the Void's fabric—enough for survival, but not escape. As the Naruto Universe beckoned, Goku's journey continued, a god unbound by mortal chains.