Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

William was flying toward Stark tower with Lady Sif in his arms and Anissa flying by his side taking in the city nightscape as they flew over, a few passersby manage to capture the image and upload it to the internet but the three took no notice as they flew between skyscrapers and finally arrived at the big fancy tower with the STARK logo and after gently landing on the pad with a soft thud!

[Inside Stark tower, in a secret lab for Tony's secret projects!]

"Sir William Parker has arrived with two female guests' and is waiting to be let in, should I let them in?"

Tony took a swig of his bourbon and smiled, he was just applying the finishing touches to the suit that he intended to gift to William however he had yet to create a suitable power source as the Badassium core is the hardest part to create, he activated an implanted device that connected to his devices and swiped his hand causing an active video feed of the roof and nearly choked on his bourbon when he saw the two ladies on either side of William, "I must have rubbed off on the boy hahahaha!" he scratched his head before he put the image away and said, "Let them in Jarvis and light the way for them so they don't get lost!" he says as he takes a position in order to look mysterious when his guests arrive.

"Footsteps!"

The sound of footsteps was heard and soon William walked in with his two beauties in tow, "JIGGLE!" they pressed themselves against William and Tony was caught off guard when he was taking another swig, "Cough! Cough!" and he accidentally choked before setting down his drink and asking, "So what can I do for you William?" Tony said a mischievous grin on his face as per usual.

"Well, your lovely partner Ms. Potts was given an item of clothing from me, and it is very important that I recover it!" he said with a stern expression.

Tony looked at him for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "Did you see her naked?" his eyes squinted, and he began activating certain devices, William was stunned by the question before he took up a slightly defensive position with his hands up.

"Don't worry I didn't see anything I just happened to be in the area!" he lied, imagining the tight figure of Ms. Potts lying helplessly her clothes scorched away as her brilliant red hair flowed in the resulting updraft as her lovely chest glowed under the light of extremis!

He felt a sudden surge in his dragon but through sheer willpower he manages to stop it from rising as he continued the act.

Tony looked at him suspiciously for a moment before immediately deactivating his secret defenses and standing up, "Follow me." he said as he began walking down a hallway and down a hidden staircase, the three followed their host and after a small flight of stairs they arrive at an armored door made of an unknown material that seemed to shimmer in an almost crystalline quality that was silvery-grey in color.

"BEEP!" a sound was heard from the door as a scanner activated and surrounded Tony, "Welcome Mr. Stark and guests.

Tony walks in and gestures them to follow and as they did so they marveled at all the suits that they saw around them, "Least you have a hobby Hehe." William chuckled as he said this before they stopped at a black and green suit being held in a large and sterile chamber where it was being scanned continuously, William gave Tony a side eye, "Sorry I got curious, I was attempting to check on Pepper and had to remove her clothes when the thing moved on its own and formed into your suit which is why I didn't blast it immediately.

William thought for a moment, "I'd probably be surprised and curious as well." he sighed and nodded toward Tony who proceeded to disengage the locks and open the door, William raised his hand and the suit being held in the air suddenly turned liquid and formed into the brilliant black and green super suit that hugged his every contour and curve the suit seemed thick in the chest with a rough texture while his midriff became thin and seemed to be made of cotton and silk and tightened around his abs causing Anissa to drool and Lady Sif to blush, the same material formed on his arms and legs hugging his massive arms and his legs and a glowing green glyph formed in the chest piece that appeared to connect everything with ethereal green light.

The girls stared in awe at how strong William looked and began feeling an itchy feeling between their legs.

Tony couldn't help but compare himself to William thinking, "JESUS it's like he was born in a gym and raised by Arnold Schwarzenegger!" he looked at himself and his average build and squeezed his fist, "I need to hit the gym, maybe I'll ask him for tips." Tony thought as he released his clenched fist.

"By the way William!" Tony said while activating his implant and waving his hand toward a cabinet, "SWISH!" the cabinet rotated on a swivel and when it finished its rotation a suit of armor that is worthy for battle appeared in front of him.

This armor is a futuristic, Saiyan-inspired battle suit designed with advanced technology. Its design incorporates a sleek green and black color scheme, highlighted by golden accents and a glowing green core at the chest, resembling an arc reactor. The armor is bulky yet aerodynamic, with angular, reinforced plates covering the torso, shoulders, and limbs, designed for durability and agility in combat.

The armor mirrors the style of Saiyan battle attire from anime, with a flared, high-tech collar and shoulder plates that enhance its imposing look.

 The glowing chest core and streamlined engineering suggest Stark's influence, emphasizing power efficiency and advanced materials.

The gauntlets and boots are reinforced for combat, and the overall structure appears optimized for both offense and defense.

A dark cape adds an authoritative and heroic flair, balancing functionality with aesthetics.

The backdrop hints at a highly advanced design process, with holographic displays showcasing schematics and potential upgrades.

Tony spread a certain screen showcasing the core of the design the Arc reactor and highlighted a problem he has yet to find an answer for, "See I've tried to build the suit but seeing as how you are already a super powered being I figured you wouldn't settle for a mere arc reactor and I've hit a sort of wall on how to improve the reactor!" 

William remembering a certain suit of armor tony made in the comics reached in his pocket and opening a portal to his system space he reached in and pulled out a vial containing a strange orange liquid that glowed with an angry light, and was about to hand it to Tony but before he could even remove it from his pocket his Symbiote suit swallowed the vial glass and all and suddenly the green threads of ghastly energy began to shift to a deep blue before pulsing like a heartbeat, "THUMP!" the veins of blue energy began spreading over the suit before settling in the center and the veins returned to their previously ghostly green state leaving the core looking like a glowing green sun.

"MASTER!" phage yelled out in extasy as it was devouring the extremis and assimilating its nanotechnical properties and biomechanical functions.

William as if by instinct began walking toward the suit which began opening as he approached, "BZZZT!" the metal shell opened, and he climbed into the immaculate suit of armor.

The extremis core in the suit began spilling into the Arc reactor creating a sort of handshake between the suits.

[Symbiote is connecting with the suit!]

Thick black and green tendrils stretched out from within the suit and connected to every part of the it, the tendrils pulsed with orange light momentarily.

[Connection Complete!" Suit is now merged with the symbiote allowing telepathic control and the ability to morph body parts in the shape of weapons!]

The tendrils retracted and smoothened before reforming back into the suit right down to the deep green core, "I AM IRON SAIYAN!" he yelled out as he struck a pose, Tony cringed in his chair as he remembered that press conference.

[System message - Suit named IRON SAIYAN confirmed!] 

"HUH what the hell?" Willam thought helplessly.

Tony was brought out of his reverie when William's armor settled and he walked to the bar, "Your 21 today right?" before handing him a drinking glass of brandy, William swallowed the brandy, "COUGH!" he wasn't expecting it to be so strong and he coughed unrelentingly for a few seconds.

"HAHAHAHA" Tony laughed relentlessly as he gazed at the arc reactor and wondered what exactly the extremis and the symbiote did to it exactly, but these were all questions he could ask later right now he wanted to see how powerful the unibeam was as it is his prized weapon and activated a shielded targeting range with a prototype iron man armor that was built as a mobile defense platform capable of deploying hexagonal light shields that could be folded and pressed onto each other.

"Ready for this, Parker?" Tony's voice came through the comms, a mix of curiosity and confidence. He was standing behind the observation glass, arms crossed, the faintest smirk on his face.

William smirked back, his black hair ruffling slightly as the suit's energy systems pulsed to life. "Hope you didn't grow too attached to that shield."

The green light of the Uni-Beam's core began to pulse, growing brighter as it charged. The air around William crackled with energy. With a slight incline of his head, he focused on the shielded target.

"Fire," the AI in the suit confirmed, and the Uni-Beam erupted.

A lance of concentrated emerald energy streaked across the range, slamming into the shield with a deafening crack. For a moment, the shield held, its surface glowing a fiery orange as it absorbed the blast. Energy rippled across its surface like a stone dropped into a pond, and the force of the Uni-Beam seemed to be locked in a stalemate.

"Not bad," Tony murmured through the comms. "But—"

William clenched his fists, his energy spiking. The Uni-Beam responded in kind, the emerald core flaring brighter. The focused energy beam intensified, the frequency shifting as the suit's AI recalibrated to match the shield's unique signature. The glow of resistance on the shield flickered. Once. Twice.

And then, with a final surge of power, the shield gave way.

The target disintegrated in a brilliant explosion of light and debris, the reinforced steel structure behind it melting into slag as the Uni-Beam cut through everything in its path. The light faded, leaving nothing but scorched earth and the faint hum of dissipating energy as a distant explosion was heard in the sky and people looked up and saw a green light shining on the moon before it dissipated showing the moon now missing a chunk of its surface, "It looks like someone took a bite out of it!" Tony said his face full of shock 

William stood in awe as he looked at the destruction that he caused and just knew this was going to cause problems.

They spend a few more hours tweaking the suit and after they were both satisfied with the results the three left the tower with Tony waving them off from the roof, "Did I just make a weapon of mass destruction?" he couldn't help but think as the trio disappeared over the horizon.

Pepper was watching tv down below in her lingerie waiting for Tony to come back when the tv suddenly changed programs.

BREAKING NEWS: MOON PARTIALLY DESTROYED, J. JONAH JAMESON DEMANDS ANSWERS

By J. Jonah Jameson

Editor-in-Chief, The Daily Bugle

Ladies and gentlemen, catastrophe struck today in the most dramatic fashion imaginable. The Moon—yes, the Moon, the one thing in the night sky we could always count on—has been partially destroyed. A massive, unmistakable crater now mars its surface, visible to anyone with a pair of binoculars or even the naked eye. Scientists are scrambling to calculate the consequences, but the real question is: who is responsible?

And, as usual, the answer isn't aliens or natural disasters—no, it's the so-called heroes.

Eyewitnesses report that the destruction is tied to a Stark Industries testing range. That's right—Tony Stark, the "brilliant innovator" whose reckless experiments seem to put the planet in danger every other week. But this time, he wasn't alone. Enter William Parker, also known as Viridian, an individual with strength and abilities far beyond that of a normal human. A high-tech Stark-designed suit of armor, piloted by Parker, is being cited as the likely cause of the Moon's partial obliteration.

Let me paint the picture for you: a blinding emerald beam of energy erupted from Stark's facility, tearing through its intended target and continuing into the heavens. Aimed poorly—or perhaps poorly controlled—it struck the Moon with catastrophic force, blowing away an entire section of its surface. The result? An entire planet left to deal with the fallout of one man's hubris.

Tony Stark and William Parker haven't said a word about this disaster. No apology, no statement, nothing. What do they expect? For us to applaud them for their "advancements" while the Moon—OUR MOON—is left in shambles? Let's not forget the consequences here.

Scientists are already warning of erratic tides, flooding, and destabilized ocean currents. Entire ecosystems could be disrupted. Coastal cities are preparing for the worst as water levels fluctuate unpredictably. And if debris starts falling to Earth? Don't expect Stark or Parker to help clean it up.

Who is this William Parker, anyway? Some up-and-coming super-powered vigilante Stark plucked out of obscurity to be his next big experiment. What gives this guy the right to wield such untested and dangerous technology? And why is Stark so obsessed with handing these walking weapons of mass destruction the keys to the most advanced tech on the planet?

These so-called "heroes" need to be held accountable. Today it's the Moon—what's next, Mars? The Earth itself? Where does it stop? Parker's glowing suit of destruction and Stark's penchant for playing God are a deadly combination, and the rest of us are stuck cleaning up their mess.

This isn't heroism. This is negligence. Plain and simple.

I'm calling on world governments, S.H.I.E.L.D., or anyone who still believes in responsibility to step in. Stark and Parker should be held accountable for this cosmic catastrophe before their next "test" puts Earth in the crosshairs.

This is J. Jonah Jameson, and I won't rest until someone answers for this. Because the Moon may be far away, but the consequences of this disaster are hitting all of us, right here at home.

Tony arrives just as the sudden news segment ended and pepper was visibly upset at him, "What did you do?" she asked in a huff as she strained to look tough while dressed so sensually.

Back at S.H.I.E.L.D Fury was watching the news with an angrier than usual look in his eye, "MOTHA FUCKA!" he pressed a button to call a certain someone and somewhere in space a second button began lighting up causing a blonde woman floating amidst the wreckage of Kree battleships to sigh, "I guess he needed me after all." she said as she began flying at light speed towards her home world!

William arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D HQ to rest from a long day of moving around and meeting people and the three walked inside to rest.

a relatively uneventful week pass with William and Anissa often seen working out in the gravity control room while Lady Sif ran drills with the soldiers amongst the personnel, Williams muscles strained from the effects of 500x gravity his veins pulsing as he lifted a pair of 50-ton dumbbells and Anissa's legs pressed a massive weight labeled 300 tons causing her thick legs to quiver from the effort as crystalline beads of sweat fell from her like rain.

"1998, 1999, 2000" William set down the dumbbells and put on some weighted gear with each piece weighing 20 tons and the pressure he felt increased exponentially, William took a step, a small series of cracks formed under his feet, he jumped into the air and performed a series of quick kicks before rushing forward and throwing a few quick jabs and a hook each strike causing waves of force to echo from where his fist stopped with an audible, "BANG!" 

"Pow!" "Pow!" "Pow!" "Pow!" "Pow!" "Pow!" a series of devastating punches struck a punching bag made of some kind of super durable elastic material and shockwaves formed on the other side.

His fists crackled with power, yet he was far from satisfied. He knew this wasn't enough—he had to be more controlled, more efficient. The raw power of a Super Saiyan surged within him, but it needed to blend with the cold, calculated precision of a Viltrumite warrior.

"Focus…" William muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes.

He could feel the energy swirling within him, but instead of letting it explode outward, he focused inward, suppressing the chaotic rush and redirecting it. The air around him began to crackle with faint energy. His form seemed to shimmer for a moment, then sharpen, as if a subtle shift in his aura had just occurred.

He could feel it, his body adjusting, his mind synchronizing with the power, learning to control it. This wasn't just about raw destruction anymore. It was about mastering his hybrid self.

With another deep breath, he pulled his fist back and sent it flying once more—this time, the punch landed with controlled precision, sending the bag flying backward, but not with the explosive force of his previous strikes. It was calculated. Efficient. He smiled faintly, a rare glimmer of satisfaction.

"Almost…" he muttered. "Not quite there yet but getting closer."

His golden aura flared into existence, lighting up the room like a blinding sun. His hair, which had once been black, now blazed with a golden glow, standing on end in a perfect display of the Super Saiyan transformation. His eyes, now a piercing emerald green, burned with intensity as the transformation completed.

The power was intoxicating, but William didn't let it overtake him. He focused, tightening his stance, grounding himself in the energy rather than being swept away by it.

He exhaled slowly, then shot forward, faster than a human eye could track, and struck the punching bag again, this time, with a controlled, devastating blow that sent the bag flying with the force of a missile. But even as the bag soared, William didn't let the energy surge out of him. His aura pulsed around him, but it was steady, stable.

The impact sent a shockwave through the room, but William didn't falter. His fists clenched tighter as he focused on the energy coursing through him, understanding it, mastering it. This was the true power of the Super Saiyan, but in perfect harmony with his Viltrumite heritage.

"I'm getting closer…" he muttered under his breath, sweat dripping from his brow, his golden hair shimmering with power.

His transformation was no longer a mindless beast's rage, it was controlled, deliberate. This was only the beginning of his true potential.

The air in the training room still hummed with residual energy as William's golden aura slowly began to fade, leaving behind the lingering warmth of his transformation. His breathing was steady, but his body felt heavy, a combination of the immense power he'd just unleashed and the physical toll of refining it.

He lowered himself to the ground, wiping the sweat from his brow, and let out a long exhale. The room felt quieter now, the tension that had been building for so long gradually dissipating.

Anissa, who had been observing from the sidelines, approached with a calm, knowing smile. She had seen him train countless times before, but this, this moment felt different. William had changed. He was no longer just a powerhouse; he was learning to control the tempest inside him, to wield the energy in a way that made him even more dangerous.

He sank into the nearby couch, leaning back with a soft groan of relief. His muscles were sore, but there was a sense of accomplishment that came with it. Anissa followed him over, her movements as graceful as always, and before he could say a word, she gently guided his head into her lap.

William's eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax, the weight of his transformation and training melting away as he rested against her. Anissa's fingers ran lightly through his black hair, her touch soothing, grounding him in the present.

"You did well," Anissa said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

"Not quite there yet," William replied, his voice a little hoarse, though he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. He felt safe in this moment, surrounded by the quiet peace of her presence. "But I'm getting closer."

"You always push yourself too hard," she teased, though there was affection in her tone. Her fingers continued their gentle motions, tracing circles on his scalp. "You've made progress. Let yourself rest."

For a few moments, neither of them spoke, allowing the quiet comfort to settle in. William let the exhaustion from his training take over, the warmth of Anissa's touch lulling him into a peaceful state.

As William lay there, resting in the calm after his intense training, the quiet intimacy between him and Anissa felt almost palpable. Her touch was a comforting anchor in a world of constant chaos and power. Her fingers, still gently running through his hair, made him feel more grounded than he had in ages.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, but the bond between them only seemed to grow stronger in the silence. Then, without a word, William lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking with hers.

Anissa's gaze softened as she met his stare, the unspoken connection between them clear. His hand reached up, brushing a lock of hair from her face, and before she could react, his lips were on hers, drawing her into a deep, fervent kiss.

It wasn't rushed or frantic, but a slow, tender embrace that spoke volumes. It was the kind of kiss that came after a long journey, after battles fought and progress made, as if reaffirming that they had each other in this world of uncertainty.

When they finally pulled away, both slightly breathless, they shared a soft, lingering smile. William's thumb traced the curve of her jaw as he gazed at her with a rare tenderness that only she could bring out in him.

Without another word, they both stood, William offering her his hand. Anissa took it, her fingers intertwining with his as they walked out of the room together, their steps in sync. The weight of his training, his doubts, and the chaos of the world beyond seemed to fade as they moved forward, hand in hand, into whatever came next.

In a lab in a frozen wasteland a group of scientists and engineers were building a machine that would bring the world to its knees in their name in the name of HYDRA as a man living inside a computer was controlling operations, "My new body will be perfect and once its complete no one not even the avengers will be able to stop us HAIL HYDRA!" Arnim Zola's face appeared on a screen and proceeded to salute a nearby flag with the hydra logo on it! 

Zola looked at his robotic creation and was pleased, his revenge would soon be complete, and no one would be able to stop him, the machines that were working tirelessly were putting the parts together.

"I'll avenge you, my friend!" he stared at a picture of Red Skull with a look of determination.