Ra-One, rocking his chubby-cheeked, 12-year-old shapeshifted form, bounced in the plush seat of a private jet, his divine baby charm practically sparkling like a cartoon halo.
The Raya family—Rudra, Alicia, and Maria—were strapped in, buzzing like kids on a sugar high as the jet roared toward Paris, France.
Beneath Ra-One's adorable exterior, his Demon King powers simmered, but today, he was just a kid ready to soak up family vibes. "World tour, baby!" he chirped, fist-pumping.
Rudra grinned, "That's my boy!" Alicia clutched a travel guide like it was a battle map, while Maria, snapping pics with her Canon, muttered, "Young master, you're stealing my spotlight."
In Paris, the family hit the ground waddling—Ra-One's tiny legs struggling to match Alicia's speed-walking. At the Louvre, Rudra struck a dramatic pose by the Mona Lisa, proclaiming, "She's smiling 'cause I'm the masterpiece!"
Ra-One, munching a croissant, deadpanned, "Dad, she's smirking 'cause your shirt's untucked."
Alicia cackled, snapping a photo, while Maria coached Ra-One into a "pensive scholar" pose by a statue. "Perfect, young master! Baby Einstein vibes!"
Ra-One puffed his cheeks fatter with shapeshifting, earning a squeal. "I'm framing this!" Maria gushed.
Italy was next, Rome's Colosseum their playground. Rudra, in gladiator sandals, roared, "This is Sparta!"—then tripped on a cobblestone, saved by Maria's Black Widow reflexes. "Focus, boss," she sighed.
Ra-One, licking gelato, used Telepathy to prank Rudra: "Lion attack, Dad!" Rudra flailed, yelping, as Alicia howled, "Ra-One, stop terrorizing him!"
Ra-One grinned, "Just sharpening my skills, Mom." At a pizzeria, his Omni-Linguist charm nabbed extra mozzarella from the chef. Maria, filming, whispered, "Kid's a global conqueror."
Dubai's Burj Khalifa left them awestruck. Rudra, in a gold-trimmed hat, declared, "I'm buying this tower!"
Alicia smacked him. "With your Monopoly money?"
Ra-One, in tiny aviators, used Telekinesis to float his ice cream, spooking a camel. "Oops," he giggled, as Maria dove behind a stall, yelling, "No superpowers in public, young master!"
At a souk, Alicia and Maria dressed Ra-One as mini desert prince, cooing, "Prince of Persia!"
Ra-One, posing, muttered, "I'm a Demon King, not a mascot." Maria's camera clicked like a machine gun. "Pure gold!"
Japan was a nerd's paradise. In Tokyo's Akihabara, Rudra splurged on anime figurines, while Ra-One's Intuitive Genius hacked a claw machine, snagging a Pikachu plushie for Alicia. "My hero!" she squealed.
Maria teased, "You're cheating at life, young master."
At a sushi bar, Ra-One's Kinetic Memory mimicked the chef's knife skills, slicing cucumbers paper-thin.
Rudra, mouth full, mumbled, "Kid's opening a Michelin-star joint."
Ra-One smirked, "Post-MIT, maybe."
In Kyoto, a temple's monk radiated calm, Ra-One's Aura Reading confirming it. "Gabee, note: Zen's legit," he whispered.
Thailand was chaos central. In Bangkok, Rudra's tuk-tuk race nearly flattened a fruit stall. "King of the road!" he crowed, as Alicia screamed, "King of bad ideas!"
Ra-One, giggling, used Psychometry on a market amulet, outing it as a scam. "Gabee, add 'bust scammers' to my vigilante list."
In Phuket, Maria posed Ra-One in a tiny sarong, yelling, "Work it!" Ra-One shapeshifted a mohawk, splashing in waves. "Keeping it fresh," he winked, as tourists gaped.
India felt like a cosmic homecoming. In Mumbai, Rudra dragged Alicia into a Bollywood twirl at a street festival. "We're stars!" he shouted. Ra-One, using Observation Haki, dodged a pickpocket, then Mind Reading spooked the thief into bolting. "Stay sharp, dude," he called.
At Kedarnath, Alicia teared up at Lord Shiva's idol, hugging Ra-One. "Bless my baby Lord Shiva."
Ra-One, mushy, whispered, "Love you, Mom."
Maria, filming, sobbed, "My heart's exploding!"
In Delhi, Ra-One's Omni-Rider skill turned an auto-rickshaw into a stunt vehicle, weaving through traffic as Rudra cheered, "That's my boy!"
Back at their Pasadena forest house, jet-lagged but giddy, the family collapsed amid souvenirs.
Ra-One, still chubby-cheeked, grinned. "Best. Trip. Ever."
Rudra, buried in silk scarves, sighed, "one million bucks, but worth it."
Alicia hugged him. "You made it perfect, baby."
Maria, uploading pics to Peggy, smirked, "Young master's a global icon."
Ra-One slipped to his room, diving into the Farm Dimension. A futuristic glass lab gleamed, housing his Kree spaceship and a sleek 1970 Dodge Charger R/T, black as midnight.
VIKI, the sentient android goddess, greeted him in a lab coat, tinkering with Chromosome-24. "Master, this facility cost 20 million store coins. All systems optimal."
Ra-One joined her, using his Quantum Brain to tweak CH-24 with his family's DNA, ensuring no mutations.
Together, they perfected NZT-V10, a drug boosting brainpower for 12 hours, requiring only a high-calorie feast and 10-hour nap.
VIKI, 10 times smarter than the Kree's Supreme Intelligence, repaired Ra-One's tech: a Lightsaber, Predator Gauntlet, and the Charger, plus a Red Demon Nano Tech vigilante suit—bulletproof and badass.
"You're my tech queen, VIKI,"Ra-One said.
She bowed. "Loyalty to you and creator Gabee, Master."
Two months zoomed by, Ra-One juggling magical studies (Upgrading the spells), psychic practice (levitating 100 ton's Metal block via Telekinesis), and science breakthroughs.
On December 31, 1998, his 13th birthday loomed. The family threw a cozy party, fairy lights twinkling.
Peggy Carter, in her tactical shawl, pinched Ra-One's cheeks. "This kid look beats your teenage Terminator phase," she teased.
Ra-One, in a tiny tux, pouted, "Grandma, I'm a Demon King, not a plushie!"
At midnight, Ra-One sliced a chocolate cake, Rudra filming like a paparazzo.
Peggy, sipping tea, asked, "Ready to shake the world, kid?"
Ra-One's evil smirk could've powered a city. "Oh, Grandma, soon you'll see Ravana Brahma, Tech Tycoon, rise like a Final Boss!"
—To Be Continued—