Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 210 - 211: Lord Thanos, Trouble Again, It’s Prince Lothar

The Universe, Planet Xandar.

In the command center of the Nova Corps, Nova Prime, the future empress of the Nova Empire, stood at the helm.

On the main display hovered a battleship, scarred, smoking, and clearly in disrepair, yet unmistakably Lothar’s personal warship. Behind it, the splendor of deep space shimmered in stark contrast.

Despite the ship having lost two engines and trailing plumes of smoke, the entire command center stood at full alert. Tension crackled in the air. The man just logged by Xandar’s planetary defense systems, a blond-haired warrior of legendary renown, was aboard that half-ruined ship.

"Prime... It’s his communication signal," came a voice, breaking the oppressive silence. It was Rhomann Dey, cheeks trembling as he stared at the blinking prompt. His finger hovered uncertainly above the receive button.

He was afraid. Afraid that pressing it might trigger Lothar’s declaration of planetary annihilation.

"...Put him through," Nova Prime said at last, after a long pause.

She would not abandon the planet that raised her, at least not until every last diplomatic thread had unraveled.

Let’s hope his demands are something I can fulfill.

Nova Prime harbored no illusions. Lothar would never silently forgive the fact that Xandar’s defense system had unleashed a full-scale plasma-based Star Annihilation Beam on his ship.

Two cosmic mafia battleship armadas, equivalent to ten elite Kree Imperial Legions, had already been obliterated in retaliation. That spoke volumes of Lothar’s fury at the "accidental" encirclement.

With half of the Nova Corps still stationed off-world, Xandar stood exposed. If Lothar truly wished to reduce the planet to ash, Nova Prime had no countermeasure.

"Esteemed Lord of Chitauri, Lothar... I believe there’s been a terrible misunderstanding between us," she began, voice steady but reverent.

Crucially, she avoided calling him "Son of Thanos" or "Titan Heir." Instead, she used a title drawn from The Other’s hymns, words sung in awe, not diplomacy.

Respectful. Humble.

"Deactivate your planetary defense system. Now."

Lothar’s expression didn’t flicker. His voice, cold and commanding, swept through the channel like a blade. Nova Prime’s face blanched.

"Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to erase your planet from existence."

The bloodlust still lingering in his eyes nearly made Nova Prime forget how to breathe. And when the golden-haired man slowly raised his right arm toward Xandar, her heart sank.

She had seen, clearly, how Lothar had decimated that vast fleet.

"Lothar, I—"

"I’m giving you two minutes," he interrupted, forming a V with his index and middle fingers, a gesture Nova Prime didn’t recognize but dared not question.

"If your defense system isn’t shut down by then... there’s no reason for Xandar to exist anymore."

From the corner of the ship, Hela leaned against the bulkhead, eyes narrowing. That hand gesture, it was familiar.

"You’re still 20,000 years too early to surpass me."

He had used that exact motion to taunt her the first time they clashed in the royal court of Jotunheim.

So it had another meaning?

"You’re really going back to Xandar?" she asked, arching a brow as she strolled to the window and stared out at the drifting wreckage of warships.

"Weren’t we headed to the Kree Empire’s capital, Hala?"

Lothar ended the call without replying. Then, returning to his seat, he tapped his wristband. A cobalt-blue mechanical feline materialized, Woz, purring to life.

With a clatter of metal limbs, Woz extended eight robotic arms from its belly pouch and began repairing the broken engines with methodical precision.

Three years new, three years old, patched up again, good as gold.

Lothar wasn’t ready to discard this ship just yet.

He’d rather avoid giving Proxima Midnight more ammo to mock him: the Black Quadrant’s "biggest spendthrift," "professional crash pilot," whose ships never made it home intact.

"Flerken?" Hela blinked. "You still haven’t extracted the Reality Stone?"

She looked incredulous. She didn’t believe for a second Lothar had been charmed by the Flerken’s "adorable" exterior. After what happened in Egypt, she had assumed he would’ve removed the Reality Stone by now.

Thanos was famous for his caution and intellect. Surely this wasn’t negligence?

"No. Father said... the time isn’t right."

Lothar himself didn’t fully understand Thanos’ rationale.

Even if the Stones weren’t yet assembled, wouldn’t extracting the Reality Stone make it easier to safeguard?

It was something Lothar had questioned often.

By logic, Thanos should have been obsessed with securing the Infinity Stones. Yet, he’d left the Reality Stone inside the Flerken.

Lothar could chalk that up to the creature’s unique physiology. But letting The Other carry the Mind Stone in his scepter, that made no sense.

Especially since Lothar didn’t currently need it.

And yet, Thanos hadn’t recalled the gem, allowing The Other to retain it for Lothar’s use.

Lothar still hadn’t figured it out.

"Prince Lothar, Xandar’s planetary defense system has been shut down. Do you wish to proceed with atmospheric entry?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Hela opened her mouth to ask another question, but Woz’s prompt silenced her.

"It appears the Xandarians made the right choice," she muttered.

"Obviously." Lothar exhaled, letting go of his darker urges. His mind had already leapt light-years ahead, toward Hala, the heart of the Kree Empire.

He didn’t care much for Xandar. But the Kree? He had scores to settle, especially over the time they cornered him on Planet N52.

And as for the Skrulls of U40 who dared impersonate him?

Not one would escape.

Not one.

He was the kind who could fill a whole book with childhood grudges. Revenge had no expiration date.

...

Black Quadrant, Central Hall.

In the vast throne room, Thanos gazed at a projected starmap, deep in thought.

He was interrupted by the sound of rapid footsteps.

It was Ebony Maw, clearly agitated, an unusual sight.

"What is it?" Thanos asked, lifting his gaze.

He hadn’t seen Ebony Maw this flustered in ages.

"Lord Thanos, it’s bad."

"Lothar... he’s caused trouble again."

Ebony Maw knelt on one knee, head bowed in respect. After taking a moment to calm himself, he spoke.

Thanos, however, looked utterly unfazed.

Trouble? From his son?

That was just called Tuesday.

"What did he do?"

After all, he had written a very sincere reflection letter last time.

"According to Woz’s mission logs... Lothar just stormed the Kree homeworld, Hala. Alone."

Thanos’ face froze. The warmth that had surfaced when hearing his son’s name vanished.

His gaze shifted.

Over on a nearby wall, Lothar’s two apology letters, written after his last punishment, were still clearly visible.

Sincere repentance...?

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