Son of the Queen: A Saiyan Among Gods

Chapter 5: Shadows on Olympus

The fires of Olympus burned brightly against the evening sky, casting long shadows across the marble columns and silver halls. Divine auras shimmered faintly in the air as the gods gathered in the Grand Hall—each throne carved to reflect the power and personality of its occupant.

A call had gone out to all Olympians, minor and major. The cause? Uncertainty. Disturbance. A ripple in divine fate. A being had awakened—one neither born of Earth nor Heaven as they knew it. One whose presence shifted the tapestry of destiny.

Goku.

None knew his name yet. None, except one.

Earlier That Day: Camp Half-Blood

The sun beamed down as the sun-chariot-turned-bus screeched to a halt outside the magical borders of Camp Half-Blood. Apollo, in his latest "cool surfer dude" form, turned around and grinned at the passengers. "End of the line, demigods!"

Percy, Thalia, Nico, Bianca—and a towering, orange-clad Saiyan—filed out of the bus. Goku looked around, his tail swaying lightly behind him.

Apollo eyed him for a second too long. "Yo, big guy… you've got some serious energy radiating off you. I'd guess... son of Zeus? Or Hades? Or Poseidon?"

Goku tilted his head. "Nope."

"Hmm," Apollo muttered. "Must be one of the Big Three. That's the only explanation for that kind of power."

As they entered the camp, campers took notice. Some whispered. Others stared. Goku, oblivious as ever, waved cheerfully.

Then came the thunderclap.

The skies trembled.

A golden light descended before the Big House, and Hera stepped forward, her presence regal and commanding. Everyone—including Chiron—froze.

"I claim this one," Hera said.

Gasps filled the air.

"Wait… what?" Percy blinked.

"You mean he's your son?" Thalia muttered.

Goku scratched his head. "Mom?"

Hera smiled softly. "Yes, my child."

More gasps. Campers turned toward one another in disbelief.

"You had a child?" Clarisse said, eye twitching. "With who?"

Hera's eyes gleamed. "He has no father. I formed him alone. He is mine and mine alone."

Even Chiron's eyebrows rose.

Olympus: Now

Back in the Grand Hall, tension crackled like static.

"You hid a demigod from us?" Ares barked.

"He is no demigod," Hera said. "His father is not mortal. He has no father. He is born of divine essence alone."

Zeus's face was unreadable for a long, pregnant moment.

Then it shifted—lightning cracked above the Hall, splitting the air with a deafening roar. Thunder followed instantly, the walls vibrating under the weight of the storm. His eyes, glowing like storm-choked skies, turned toward Hera with fire.

"You dared keep this from me?"

The words were soft, but the air tightened like a vice. Every god present stilled.

"You—my queen," Zeus growled, fists clenched, "my wife—harbored a child whose power could rival gods... and did not speak a word?"

Hera lifted her chin. "You were too occupied with your mortal playthings."

The room darkened. Thunderclouds swirled above the divine ceiling. Zeus stepped forward, divine power flaring around him.

"You shame me."

"You shamed us first!" Hera snapped, voice sharp with centuries of quiet resentment. "This child is not born of lust. He is born of power, of destiny. Of purity. He is more than any of your bastard sons!"

Zeus's hand twitched toward his master bolt, and for a terrifying moment, gods like Hermes and Ares tensed, ready to intervene.

But then Poseidon stood, his trident tapping once against the floor. The sea god's voice was calm, but stern. "Brother. Now is not the time."

Hades emerged from the shadows, his cloak of darkness pooling beneath his feet. "We face the unknown. Save your fury for what lies beyond."

Zeus glared at Hera for a long moment, eyes glowing with stormlight. Then, slowly, his clenched hand loosened.

His words came low, dangerous. "If this boy proves a threat... I will not hold back. Not for Olympus. Not for you."

Hera met his eyes. "Then hope he never sees Olympus as an enemy."

Artemis, still composed, gave a faint nod to Hestia, and their silent exchange passed unnoticed. It had been Hestia's request—her plea—that Artemis not reveal the truth of the power surge. Not until the time was right. Not until Goku himself stood ready. For now, the Olympians believed it to be another anomaly.