Marvel’s Superman

the next day.

noon.

Clark sat alone on the fence of the Kent farm, looking out from afar.

His face was full of confusion and sadness, revealing complex emotions.

Just an hour ago, he and his father Jonathan had a heated argument.

The reason is that Clark rescued Lex Luthor who fell into the river before.

The other party sent a brand new sports car in order to express their gratitude.

A young high school student with a fancy, expensive, cool sports car is the perfect gift.

Even Clark couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

Superman with perfect character, in a childish and confused adolescence, is no different from ordinary people.

Desires to be recognized by others, wants to become a man of the school, and wins the heart of a crush...

A sports car that can change a lot of things.

But Jonathan doesn't think so.

The son is brave and has a good character, which is to be appreciated.

But doing good deeds should not ask for anything in return, even if the other party takes the initiative to give it.

Jonathan is a man of fairly high morals, enough to be called a role model.

But because of this, as his son, Clark sometimes feels very depressed.

"I didn't jump in to save Lex when he fell into the river and his car hit me at sixty miles an hour."

The emotions that Clark had suppressed in his heart could no longer hold back, and finally burst out.

"And I'm standing right in front of you now. You always say let me be a normal person, but is this normal?"

"I can't participate in any sports, I don't have any friends at school, I have to learn to hide myself... If I can be a normal person, I will give everything."

Jonathan watched his son run upstairs to the barn, which was Clark's private property.

He once named it "Fortress of Solitude".

In desperation, Jonathan realized that it was time to tell Clark the truth.

So he found his son and told all about the meteorite shower seventeen years ago and the spacecraft that fell on the Kent farm.

This nearly shut down Clark's brain.

Anyone who suddenly learns that he is not his own parents, and that he is an alien, will be in an unacceptable state of collapse like him.

Although Clark had countless times, wanted to know the truth from his parents.

Regarding his super powers, those special things that are different from ordinary people.

But when the truth came, he was not so happy.

Looking at the tech-filled spaceship in the barn, Clark didn't know what expression to make.

As old questions are answered, new questions arise.

Who is he?

Where are his biological parents?

Where is he from?

There are so many questions that Clark's thoughts are like a ball of yarn tangled up in a ball, and he can't sort them out at all.

"People are afraid of things they don't understand, so I can't let you show your abilities."

Jonathan spoke earnestly and said to Clark: "You are the answer, boy, the answer to 'Are humans alone in the universe?'"

"I don't want to do this answer!"

Clark's expression was a little painful, and there were tears in his eyes.

He's used to everything on Earth, everything in Kansas, everything in small town.

But now someone told him that none of this belonged to him.

The psychology is still fragile, and Clark, who has not grown up, cannot accept it.

He jumped directly through the window and quickly disappeared from Jonathan's sight.

...

...

Clark, the autistic boy, sat on the railing, looking up at the darkening sky with his head raised at a forty-five degree angle.

Night fell, and a few stars were looming.

"Um?"

Suddenly, a dark red cloth blocked his vision.

Subconsciously moving eyes, capes, boots, uniforms... Luke?

The opponent's feet were off the ground and suspended in mid-air.

The dark red cloak behind him fluttered, like rolling waves.

Compared with the gentleness and kindness when meeting during the day, Luke at this time is full of oppression and majesty.

"You... can fly?"

Clark, who was still thinking of a normal human being, looked astonished as if he had seen aliens.

"What's so surprising about that?"

Luke had stopped above, watching Krypton's little cousin for a while.

He lives right next door to the Kent farm, a next-door neighbor.

For Superman's super hearing, the previous father-son quarrel was like only a layer of cardboard.

It fell into the ear and heard it clearly.

"Clark, you are extremely powerful, you have a body of steel, let go of your senses, you can even hear all the sounds of the whole town, your sight is like X-rays, you can see the flesh and blood organs in the human body through flesh and blood... "

Luke landed slowly, looked directly at Clark who was bewildered, and said softly, "Compared to the above, I can fly. Is it something surprising?"

Clark was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Even though he vaguely felt as though something was wrong, Luke made a lot of sense.

"Wait! How did you know... those?"

Clark, who was a little sluggish, turned his thoughts around a few times before suddenly reacting.

The secret that he and his parents have been hiding for a long time seems to have been exposed.

"Because of the abilities I just mentioned, I have all of them."

Luke showed the fascinated smile of an elder, and said lightly: "You stupid little cousin, haven't you realized the problem until now?"

"We come from a place, belong to the same race, and have similar abilities."

"You should even call me, esteemed cousin."

Luke's words fell like a blockbuster, making Clark dizzy and ringing in his ears.

He learned so many unbelievable truths today that he was caught off guard and heard even more amazing news.

Just like an antique Pentium computer, trying to drive Cyberpunk 2077.

What will happen is naturally self-evident.

Vaguely, Luke saw a wisp of smoke rising from his little cousin's head.

It seems that the brain that is not enough has been burned out.

"...Big cousin?"

After dozens of minutes, Clark, who had calmed down, looked strange.

He is currently in a state of dubiousness, and his perceptual thinking tells himself that this is all fake!

But rational thinking keeps reminding that this is likely to be true.

"Of course, I am your big cousin who has been separated for many years and finally met."

Luke looked serious and started talking nonsense.

"Clark, I came to this planet before you."

"You should have heard that the mysterious crater that once fell on the Kent farm is where my spaceship landed."

Clark suddenly believed a little more. Before him, there had been a meteorite fall on the Kent farm.

It's just that there is no residue at the scene, and it once became a strange incident in the town.

There were also rumors that some kind of alien embryos that could parasitize the human body were lurking in the town, ready to hunt everyone, causing a brief panic.

"Then what is our planet called, where are my biological parents? What is my name..."

Clark had a lot of questions in his mind, and he looked at Luke expectantly, eager to get answers from the other side.

"Don't worry, Clark, we'll do it one by one."

Luke waved his hand, signaling his little cousin to relax and not be too impatient.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he seemed to think of some kind of interesting picture, and said softly: "You are actually a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, named 'Kakarot', who was sent to Earth as a lower-level warrior and executed. Task."

"Kakarot? Lower-level warrior?"

Clark frowned slightly and repeated it.

Why does it feel a little weird...

"Yes, one of the hallmarks of being a Saiyan is that when anger rises, the hair changes color."

Luke nodded vigorously and said affirmatively.

"When the time comes, you will awaken the powerful power in your body - Clark, if you want to become a qualified Saiyan, you must dye your hair green. This is the fashion trend of our Saiyans."

"The big cousin, why is your hair?"

Clark touched the tuft of curly hair, hesitant.

Dying your hair in a conservative town is not an option.

What if you are identified as a hippie?

"I personally don't like that color, but it suits you well."

Luke said with a smile, his eyes full of sincerity.