Godzilla Warriors: One-Offs

Godzilla VS Ghidorah

Description: Godzilla's fist fight with his ultimate enemy, King Ghidorah.

2003

Midnight...

All was peaceful on Monster Island. Everything had been going well. Godzilla, Mothra, Anguirus, and Rodan had been living on the island on their own for years, and other than occasional attacks from other Kaiju, everything was fine. That was, until that night. Mothra woke up with a start, sweat dripping down her forehead. She began breathing heavily. She often had prophetic dreams; it was one of her many goddess powers. But this one was different. She placed a hand on her mouth as she realized what it meant.
"He's coming." She whispered. "We're finally going to face him. Ghidorah..."

The Next Day...

Godzilla couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He thought about the frequent nature of recent Kaiju attacks. They all had one thing in common; they all mentioned Ghidorah at some point. He didn't like to think about Ghidorah much. While he had never met him, he felt his presence nearly every day. Ghidorah was his father's arch nemesis. He always told Godzilla that one day, he'd have to fight Ghidorah too.
"But am I ready for that?" Godzilla thought to himself. Without warning, he felt some sort of presence behind him. He quickly turned around, but was met with nothing. Just his reflection in a puddle. He furrowed his brow as he noticed the reflection looked different. The eyes were dark red, and it looked back at Godzilla with distain.
"You'll never be ready." The reflection hissed. Godzilla's eyes widened in surprise, until a foot splashed the water out of the puddle. He looked up and saw that the foot belonged to Mothra.
"Godzilla!" She said. She seemed worried.
"Is there something wrong?" Godzilla asked.
"I had a dream... I believe it was a warning." Mothra explained. "In my dream, I saw you. And you were battling with... Ghidorah."
Godzilla's eyes widened again as shock ran through his body. "You... y-you're serious?"
Mothra nodded. "I don't know when he'll arrive, but I know he's coming." She said. "And when he does come, you and I will have to fight him."
"Why us specifically?" Godzilla asked.
"I must because I am the Goddess Guardian of Nature. It's my duty to protect all life on Earth." Mothra explained. "And you must because you are connected by destiny."
"What does that even mean!?" Godzilla shouted. He calmed down when he saw Mothra's frightened expression. She knew what he was capable off, and it often scared her.
"Sorry, I'm just stressed out right now." Godzilla apologized. "If we have to fight Ghidorah, we're going to have to train harder than we've ever trained before."
Mothra nodded. "Agreed. I may have to call upon some powers I've never used before."
"Should we tell Rodan and Anguirus too?" Godzilla asked. Mothra nodded again.
"I'll tell them. You stay here and start training." She said. Godzilla nodded as well, and Mothra sped off to find the others. When he saw her leave, Godzilla sighed in frustration.
"Huh. So Ghidorah's coming to Earth again." He said. "Good. I'll finally get to meet this bastard."

Meanwhile...

"It's been over 2 decades since my last attack on Earth." Ghidorah said, staring out the window of his ship. Earth was in front of him, only a few miles away. "This time, Gojira and Mosura are dead. There will be nobody to stop me now."
"But what about their kids?" Gigan reminded. "Godzilla and Mothra and those other two Kaiju are getting pretty strong."
"Godzilla nearly killed us last time we fought him." Biolante added.
"True, but I must respectfully remind you that I am far stronger than both of you." Ghidorah said. Gigan and Biolante shrugged. They couldn't disagree, since it was true.
"Godzilla and Mothra pose no threat to me." Ghidorah said. "In two days, this world will be mine."

Back on Earth...

Godzilla punched and kicked the tree in front of him mercilessly. He didn't have a punching bag on the island, so he had to use a tree instead. Each punch ripped bark off the wood, and added more and more wounds to his hands, even though they were bandaged up. He was able to heal them quickly, but the blood still remained on the training tape covering his knuckles. It made his hands look worse than they were. Mothra was getting worried.
"Godzilla, when I said we should start training, I didn't mean you should hurt yourself." She said. "It's getting late. You should head off to bed now."
"I'm fine." Godzilla argued, wiping the sweat off his brow. He didn't even look at Mothra as he spoke, keeping his battle stance up. "I don't know when Ghidorah's coming, so I gotta keep training until he does. I'm gonna beat him no matter what."
Mothra sighed. "Well, at least use your sword." She said.
"Good idea. Wanna spar with me?" Godzilla asked as he began replacing his training tape.
"Eh... no. You're way stronger than me." Mothra chuckled, slightly nervously. "I'd probably get the crap beaten out of me."
"C'mon, I'll go easy on you." Godzilla offered.
"No. But maybe tomorrow." Mothra yawned. She left Godzilla to his training. He sighed as she walked away.
"Yeah, if Ghidorah doesn't show up tomorrow." He muttered, continued to unwrap his hand. When he finally did, he noticed something strange; the flesh on his hand wasn't fully healed.
"What the..." He said. He suddenly felt a chill run up his back, and spun around to face something unexpected. He was facing himself. But this wasn't just a reflection. This version of him was wearing the same clothes, but dark grey and black rather than green, and had similar coloured hair, as well as deep red eyes.
"So what're you, my conscience or something?" Godzilla asked.
"I am your doubt and your uncertainty." The reflection replied. "I am everything you hate about yourself."
"Pfft. Cliche." Godzilla said as he rolled his eyes and turned back around. "So what, you're gonna tell me there's no way I can defeat Ghidorah or something?"
"Something like that." The reflection said. "That's not what you're worried about. You can defeat Ghidorah no problem. You know this."
"Not so great at your job, are you?" Godzilla smirked.
"But you are worried about something." The reflection said. "You're worried that you'll never measure up to your father. He was the most powerful Kaiju on Earth. What does that make you?"
Godzilla stopped for a moment. He hated it when someone mentioned his father. "You're just trying to get to me." He said. "I know how this works. I'm just gonna ignore you until you leave."
The reflection placed a hand on Godzilla's shoulder. "What you're ignoring are the things you know to be true." It hissed. "Your father was better than you. But you refuse to admit that."
"I'm not my father." Godzilla growled. The reflection laughed.
"Of course not. You'll never be your father. And that's what you hate about yourself." It said.
"Shut up!" Godzilla yelled, swinging his sword at the reflection. As soon as he swung his sword, the reflection disappeared. He realized he had been breathing heavily. His eyes furrowed and he put his sword away.
"Maybe I have been training too hard." He said. He closed his eyes and shook his head, and placed a hand on his forehead.
"I just need some sleep, that's all." He assured himself. He picked up his sword and walked back to his hammock. He knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep.