"First day," Gohan sighed as he walked up the path to the main U.A. building. "New class, new teachers, new chances," he nodded as he walked the halls, sensing the ki around him, he could find that the teachers were all in a room, likely having a last-minute meeting. Which made sense since any last-minute issues that would crop up before the first day.

"1-A," Gohan said a he looked up at the massive door. He opened it to see the numerous students milling about the room. Not sure what to do or where to go, he stood in the doorway just long enough for Bakugo to notice him.

"Fucker," Bakugo roared as he launched himself across the room with a loud bang, easily startling the other students. Gohan looked to the source of the commotion before stepping out of the path of the human projectile.

"Hello Bakugo," Gohan greeting his angry acquaintance.

"How the fuck did you get in," Bakugo snarled.

"Same as you, the door," Gohan shrugged as he walked away and chose an open seat.

"Bullshit," Bakugo wiped a bit of angry spittle from his lower lip. "They called your name not even five minutes in, what the hell was that all about, no one could have scored enough points to get in that short amount of time."

"Well I did," Gohan retorted as he started to pull out some paper and a pen.

"Wait, five minutes, you're Izuku Midoriya," Kaminari gasped.

"That's him, so manly," Kirishima shouted as he rushed over. "Dude, I heard what happened in City B, did you really appear out of nowhere and vaporize a Zero Pointer with one attack."

"Yeah I mean, I guess I did," Gohan chuckled as he realized that it would make sense that the other applicants would talk to each other.

"How did you do that, is that your quirk, can you like shoot lasers," Sero questioned.

"Not exactly," Gohan rubbed the back of his head.

"Knock it off," Aizawa shouted as he entered the room. "We don't have time for that, you all need to head out to the field for a surprise test."

"This soon," Iida questioned as he pushed his glasses back up his nose in shock.

"Yeah, now hurry up and don't waste my time."


"So what do you think he'll do sir," All Might asked as the group of teachers watched the monitors for the outside field.

"I don't know, I suspect he will not use his full power for something so trivial," Nezu sipped his tea. "But he will need to do something that might explain his capabilities, as I doubt he will inform the entire class."

"And about his daughter," Thirteen pointed to Videl who was standing near the back.

"I do not think a confrontation would happen, and should it, then Ms. Satan will simply have her entire worldview changed," Nezu shrugged. "It is far more important that we learn as much as we can from Mr. Son than it is that the ego of that man continue to be stroked."


"So because I despise the entrance exam, as if smashing a bunch of robots is an accurate or logical way to measure one's ability to be a hero," Aizawa said as he walked up and down the line of students like a drill sergeant. "U.A. gives me the freedom to test your abilities, doing so allows me to learn if you really have what it takes to be here."

"Sir, what does this test do?" Momo asked as she raised her hand.

"It shows me if you have the drive and dedication one needs to call themselves a hero, those who fail to impress, will be sent home, simple as that."

"That hardly seems fair," Mina grumbled as she folded her arms, she had been expecting something fun, being threatened with being sent home didn't seem like a lot of fun to her.

"Is life fair," Aizawa glared. "Was it fair for all those people killed by villains and monsters, was it fair that many heroes were too weak to do anything to stop them. U.A. wants to make heroes who keep people safe, to do that you have to be able to prove you deserve to be here in the first place."

After Bakugo demonstrated to the class the ball throw, they were moved to the fifty-meter dash. "These seem, oddly simply," Momo mused as she saw students line up to run.

"Probably because that's the point," Gohan shrugged. "If you gave a complex task, not everyone could do it, but a simple thing like throw a ball or run in a straight line, then it becomes about how you can do it better than everyone else."

"Interesting hypothesis," Momo nodded as she watched most students just run. "So if one has a weaker quirk, then they'd need to be creative with it's use to do well, show that power is not the only skill you possess," she hummed thoughtfully.

"If one has a quirk," Bakugo taunted. "So what are you going to do Midoriya."

Gohan calmly thought for a moment, "What am I going to do? I 've no need to go super Saiyan right now, but if I just outclass them all physically, then that might cause problems. So I'll need to do something."

"Midoriya, Bakugo, you're next," Aizawa called out.

"This is what we've been waiting for," Nezu said as he eagerly awaited the spectacle that was Gohan.

When Aizawa gave the start, Gohan just sprinted across the distance finishing it in a couple of seconds. He hurried off the track and passing Aizawa quickly whispered. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

"He has no idea what he's doing," Nezu slammed his face into his desk.

"Wow, impressively fast," Iida praised Gohan. "I think I would still be faster, but this short of a distance and I couldn't really get into my next gear."

"Ye-yeah," Gohan scratched the back of his head. "I'm just uh, kind of fast."


And for the rest of the tests it was like this, Gohan would exceed the normal feats the other students would without displaying any of his powers and it seemed to placate the other students who were surprised at the strength and agility of one of their classmates. Except one. "Deku you worthless fuck, when the hell did you get so strong and fast?" Bakugo grabbed Gohan's collar and threatened him with his quirk.

Aizawa reacted instantly and pulled Bakugo away from the Demi-Saiyan with his scarves for what he presumed to be the blonde's safety as he was aware that if Gohan wanted to, he could reduce this other child to a smear on the ground in the blink of an eye, and Aizawa really didn't want to do the paperwork for that incident, again. "Bakugo, one and only warning, no threatening other students, there is a time and place for combat and now is not it."

"Tch," Bakugo grunted in annoyance as he understood that U.A. likely wouldn't give him as much free reign as his middle school did, at least not this early on, soon they'd see he was the best and fall in line like everyone else.

"Midoriya, please, toss the ball so we can end this," Aizawa said painfully.

Shrugging Gohan took the ball and decided to do a little more and raised his power level up enough that a faint white aura could be seen. "Hah," he shouted as the ball rocketed out of the grounds. "Well at least it's something," Gohan smiled as he thought he had done a good job.

"Was that your quirk," one of his classmates shouted.

"He beat all out scores without his quirk," another lamented.

"I call hacks," a third student yelled.


"And it just got worse from there Krillin," Gohan moaned as he lay his head on the small table.

"Pfft, bwahaha, sorry, I shouldn't laugh," Krillin wiped a stray tear from his eye. "You tried to fake a quirk and it, oh man, that must have been awesome."

"It's not that funny, I didn't know what to do, I never thought about quirks before, Saiyans don't get them," Gohan defended himself.

"Probably not, but jeez, kid, the other brats must have been pissed," Eighteen chimed in as she sat next to the pair and opened a beer.

"Ugh, this quirk stuff is hard," Gohan whined.

"Then just go Super Saiyan or fire a few ki blasts," Krillin offered.

"But that's too much," Gohan flopped back onto the floor. "I don't want to stand out too much, I was always the weird kid for being "quirkless" but I don't want everyone thinking I'm some, some," Gohan mumbled as he tried to find the words.

"Showboat," Krillin offered with a smirk.

"Ooh, cheater," Eighteen added while chuckling but from her angle she could see that this was actually getting to the teen.

"Fre-," Krillin started to say but was stopped when his wife put her hand on his shoulder.

"An outsider, different. You don't want them to look at you like you're an alien," Eighteen said thoughtfully as she watched Gohan roll over to not look at them.

"Yeah," Gohan admitted. "I just, it's hard being this different."

"I get you kid," Eighteen sighed. "I was a teenager when that bastard kidnapped me and my brother, then turned us into half-human killing machines. I worry everyday that when I go out, someone will recognize me and then it's all over."

Gohan rotated his head so he could see the blonde as she spoke softly. "But you know what I don't do," she said as she glared at Gohan. "I don't hide. Sure I bitch and whine about my day and Krillin listens to me, but I never hide. I might not need to use all the power that I have every day, but if I was needed to, to help others," she commented as she thought about the shift from how she used to be, not caring about the feelings or safety of other and only the thrill of destruction. "I'd throw it all away if it meant helping people."

"So I shouldn't hold back is what you're saying," Gohan inquired.

"You don't need to go all gold and lightning like you did to that cockroach, but if you hold back, you're depriving yourself just as much as you are everyone else," Eighteen finished spitting her wisdom.

"I guess you're right," Gohan realized.

"Damn right I'm right," Eighteen grinned.

"So what are your guys' quirks, I don't think I've ever asked or seen you use them?" Gohan asked the two humans.

"Err well," Krillin blushed as he shut his mouth firmly and swelled up in size before floating off the ground. He let out his breath before hitting the ground. "I used that in a fight against your father back in the day," Krillin chuckled. "It really caught him by surprise, but now it's not so useful."

"Cool, and you Eighteen," Gohan turned his head and saw Eighteen with her tongue out.

"I can produce a copious amount of oily saliva," she waggled her tongue as the flood of liquid spilled out and stained the top of her thin white blouse. She rolled her tongue back into her mouth and smirked. "Krillin really enjoys it," she teased.

"Too much information," Gohan said as he scrambled out of his seat, his face beat red, and hurried for the exit. "Was great catching up to you, see you next week," he quickly said before flying off into the sky so quickly that he was impossible to see.

"Man that boy needs a girlfriend," Eighteen said. "Well, are we going to try for another child Krillin, or do you want to see how long you can keep your quirk going while I use mine," she purred as she straddled her husband.


The next day was less awkward as the rest of 1-A had just gotten over Gohan being so powerful, that it wasn't even a topic of discussion for the rest of the day. "I am here," All Might proudly shouted as he flung open the door and somersaulted into the room, ecstatic that he was back to his 100% ever since eating the Senzu bean. He never felt so energetic and it showed, his crime catch rate had nearly tripled over the entire year.

"We are here too," a group of four costumed heroes bounced into the room after All Might. "Pixie Bob, Mandalay, Ragdoll and Tiger," They introduced themselves. "We are the Wild Wild Pussycats." They happily cheered.

All Might looked confused. "I uh, why are you all here?" he asked quietly.

"Nezu said it'd be irresponsible to let a man without a teachers license, regardless of his experience, teach a class of impressionable children all on his own," Ragdoll bluntly stated loud enough for the entire room to hear.

A few of the students snickered at the barb fired at the number 2 hero.

"But I had a whole lesson planned," All Might whined as he held up flash cards. "It was going to be so cool."

Tiger bent his body around the group and snatched the cards away, so that Mandalay could read them. "Surprisingly good, except for one thing," the redhead said. "This is for people who've already practiced their quirks on other people in a controlled setting. Actual combat isn't something you do on the first day," Mandalay shouted at the pro.

"That's how I was taught," All Might folded his arms.

"And we have all seen the results of that," Pixie-Bob swatted All Might's arm with a purr. "Come on big boy," she said as she started to rub up against the hero. "How's about some you-on-me sparring, if you pin me down you win a prize." She wiggled her bottom as she stared up at the hero.

"I need an adult," All Might said nervously as he stepped back from the lustful blue catgirl.

"We are adults," Pixie-Bob breathed huskily.

"Ahem," Tiger interrupted with a cough. "There are children present," he pointed to the rest of the room. "And we do need to teach them something they can use," he added.

Pixie-Bob opened her mouth before Mandalay put one of those large paws over it. "Not something that will get them arrested for."

Ragdoll jumped onto Aizawa's desk and pumped one of her paws into the air, "Alright 1-A, let's get our costumes on and head outside to the gym," she said to get the class moving.

Izuku and many of the other students grabbed their cases that came out of the wall and high tailed it down the hallway to get changed. Except for a couple of boys. "We want to learn what she's teaching," Mineta wiped some of the drool that was coming down from his chin as he looked at Pixie-Bob.


"Sorry kid," the heroine smiled. "You wouldn't survive me and secondly, I don't like kittens," she added on as she and the other members of her team left with her.

"That's a bold lie," Mandalay teased.

"Ehh, they kind of ugly anyway," Pixie-Bob waved off the accusation. "So that kid with the black hair, that's him right," she asked seriously, as the tone of the conversation changed.

"Yes, he matches the picture that Nezu sent us," Tiger said as he opened his jacket to pull out the file the Principal had sent them.

"An actual alien," Ragdoll said with excitement. "Half-alien but still, this is so cool."

"Yeah yeah, all cool until you realize that he's capable of putting All Might in the ground with no effort," Mandalay shook her head. "So none of you are to get caught because if he thinks this is some kind of attack," she didn't bother finishing that statement and let the implication hang in the air.


"Such an interesting choice," All Might scratched his cheek as he saw Gohan in his costume, a solid black morphsuit which tightly hugged his musculature, which was underneath a lime green gi, held with a gold belt, a large flowing red cape and to top it off a pair of shades and a bandana.

"Cool right," Gohan said with a smile.

"I worry that you are colorblind Young Midoriya," All Might walked away from the teen shaking his head.

"What, I look good, right?" Gohan asked Aoyama who was standing next to him.

"Please sir, do not touch me with that atrocity to fashion," the blonde said as he started to wave Gohan away from him.

"Well you are all, most of you, are looking quite spiffy in your uniform," All Might said to the group of students who were in the gym. "Today we will…" he trailed off as he realized he had no idea what the students were going to do since the Wild Wild Pussycats took over his lesson. "What are we doing," he turned to the other pro heroes.

"Well considering that none of you have ever used your quirk on another person," Mandalay start. "And before any of you say otherwise, before you came here any use of your quirk was illegal and most definitely using it on another person, so you will all be treated as if you were good little boys and girls," she leveled a harsh glared to the class that broached no nonsense.

"Yeah, if you're naughty, we give you to Pixie for extra training," Ragdoll threatened as Pixie-Bob stood to the side making joking growling sounds. Seeing a few of the boys perk up at the idea. "Just kidding, we let Tiger work you over," she pointed to the buff man who cracked his knuckles and neck menacingly.

The more perverted students quickly changed their mind as some special time with Tiger sounded truly terrifying. "Now that we have the problem students in line," Mandalay said. "We will start to pair you off at random, and you are to simply spar. No quirks, no fancy moves, we need to make sure you are okay with throwing a punch," she said as the other adults started to send students into squares to keep away from other groups.

"Hmm, except you two, Satan and Midoriya," Mandalay called out, causing the students to pause. "I assume your father trained you," the redhead asked the teenage girl.

"Yes ma'am," Videl quickly nodded.

"Second rule, don't call us ma'am, it makes me feel old," Pixie-Bob shouted loudly.

"Yes ma', sir, sensei," the class collectively decided on the best way to address the teachers.

"And you, placed highest on the exam and Shouta's little test?" Mandalay asked even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes sensei," Gohan confirmed.

"Good, you two shouldn't have much trouble then. Head over to that side of the room incase one of you loses control," she said ominously.

Videl was internally panicking, she knew her quirk wasn't good enough and now everyone would see it. Taking a deep breath she squared off against Gohan but was confused because she didn't recognize that fighting style. But before she could comment on it, Ragdoll had ordered them to begin. She had a moment to react before Gohan barred down on her. His flurry of punches and kicks leaving no room for her to even throw a punch.

Gohan was struggling already in the fight, he was finally doing what he wanted and it was so hard to hold himself back so he didn't accidentally hurt his opponent. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to let loose, raise his power level back to how it was when he fought Cell and destroy the girl in front of him. It was an intense battle of wills to control that wild Saiyan blood, so he just kept with the motions that Mr. Piccolo had taught, well more like had beaten into him.

Ragdoll watched as the boy held immense pressure over the daughter of the Number 1 Hero. So finally when this Gohan had turned his back she activated her quirk.


Ragdoll found herself naked in the mental space of her quirk, which was fine, it's just in her mind after all, but now she could take a look at this target. Outward appearance was a normal teenage boy, but something was wrong, she felt a presence behind her and when she turned around she froze, for standing strong, large and quite threateningly, was a massive fifty foot tall ape. "Oh my," she squeaked as she took a step back and the ape disappeared from view.

Refocusing on Gohan in front of her, she got closer but each step became harder and hard until she found herself on her knees and it felt like she was no closer to him, but he had changed his expression was a snarl, pure anger on his face as the ground shook and rubble floated. Tiny rocks exploded when struck by harsh bolts of electricity that crackled around an oppressive golden aura. She tried to look at him but could barely stand the brightness.

Finally after struggling so much she pulled herself out of her quirk and quickly caught herself as she stumbled. "Wow, that's a headrush," she said as she tried to nonchalantly walk around the room.

"So, what did you-," Tiger started to ask before Ragdoll cut him off.

"Nothing, none, zilch, nada, he has no weaknesses, they do not exist," She hissed punctuating each syllable. "The only way I could see anyone winning a fight with him is by being stronger than him, and I don't think that's possible," she added on as she nervously glanced to see that Gohan was dancing around Videl and still throwing punches at an incomprehensible speed. "I couldn't even get near him. Whatever the hell Nezu is planning, I want nothing to do with it if there is even a slight chance that he," she pointed at Gohan. "Ever turns that anger my way."

Mandalay waited for Ragdoll to give a signal and then stopped the groups of students. "So, how was it, actually throwing a punch at another person for the first time," she smirked knowing that at least half of the students had gotten into fights before today, not counting the report on Gohan that Tiger was carrying detailing numerous life and death scenarios of world ending proportions.

Across the students were various reactions, some like Bakugo and Todoroki who had fought or sparred for years before this had no trouble in getting into combat with their respective opponents, while some like Koda who had never even made a fist before had struggled greatly.

Videl was panting heavily as she had been pushed to her limit almost instantly under Gohan's barrage and yet the other boy didn't even have a single bead of sweat on him after that exertion, his breathing was perfectly steady as if he had been relaxing the entire time.

"Great, now I'm sure some of you may feel very different than the rest, this is okay," Tiger took over. "Not everyone is used to violence and especially children, being exposed to violence at an early age can drastically affect your development."

Mentally Gohan was trying to reconcile that he wasn't just used to violence, but death and even taking lives already. "Hmm, I might have some problems that I should talk to someone about," he hummed thuoughtfully. "Maybe I'll go see Hound Dog or Mr. Piccolo, wait, he did kidnap and teach me to fight, so, maybe not him, wow, hard to find someone to talk to when everyone you know is a trained fighter or killer," Gohan realized in a rare moment of clarity.

"Ahem," All Might coughed, getting his student's attention, "Please pay attention, this is very important, even if I don't get to do anything," he grumbled but did offer respect to his fellow heroes despite wanting to run the class his way.

"Now you will demonstrate your quirks so that your classmates can then get a feel for some of your power before we break you off into different groups again," Pixie-Bob said. "As that mean old Eraserhead probably didn't make the tests diverse enough for everyone to show what their momma gave them."

Before the teachers could call up the first student the speakers in the gymnasium crackled to life, "Would Izuku Midoriya please come to the principal's office, thank you," Nezu's voice echoed in the silent room.

"Well, that's you young man," All Might said as he pushed Gohan forward.


"Uh sir," Gohan called out as he stuck his head into the office and saw that there were a few other teachers in the room.

"Mr. Midoriya, please come in, come in, and shut the door would you," Nezu said sweetly. "No one else is listening, Mr. Son, I have to ask about yesterday, why did you do what you did?"

"Well," Gohan nervously rubbed the back of his head. "I uh, didn't know what to do, I wasn't sure going Super Saiyan would be a good idea and didn't know any ki techniques that wouldn't raise too many questions, so I just improvised."

"It is your power to do so," Nezu slowly nodded. "However, unless the plan is to expose your talents as things every person can achieve, then we will need to come up with a good enough excuse if people start asking questions."

"Sorry, no you're right," Gohan nodded. "I talked with some friends the other day and they said something similar, that I shouldn't hide what I can do, maybe not tell them about the whole, half-alien thing, but at least not keep everything I can do a secret."

"If that is what you wish, it is not like me or anyone else is capable of stopping you," Nezu said.

Frowning as he knew what the principal was doing. "You know I don't care for that," Gohan folded his arms.

"Care for what," Nezu squeaked as he realized Gohan had caught him out.

"Saying things like that, I get it that you all have ideas and opinions of your own, but don't try to guilt trip me into doing things your way," Gohan stated.

"My apologies, I'll try not to do that in the future," Nezu quickly amended.

"Thank you," Gohan accepted the apology for what it was. "Now, what was your idea that you think would be better."

"Well if you would like," Nezu straightened his tie as he sat up. "I think you should…"


"Sorry about that," Gohan said as he rejoined the 1-A class.

"Excellent timing, you're going to be the last one to go," Tiger smiled. "Seems someone here really wants to have a go at you though as he refused everyone else." Tiger pointed his large hand at Bakugo who was almost visibly steaming as he waited for his chant to fight Gohan.

"Okay," Gohan shrugged. "Here were go," he said nervously as he formed a ball of light in his hand and mimicking his friend Yamcha and began controlling the speed and direction of the Spirit Ball. He dismissed the energy ball and turned to face the teachers hoping for the best.

"I swear to god," All Might groaned as he had not expected something like that out of Gohan. "Alright, excellent," he beamed facetiously. "You two go over there and have a good, clean, fight," All Might stressed the clean to Bakugo who had been muttering threats and swears for the last few minutes. When the boys were far enough away from them, All Might turned to Mandalay. "I have no idea what that was other than it was that ki stuff he could do," All Might said. "I seriously question what the hell happens here at time."

"Yeah, and we're here once a week," Mandalay groaned. "Yaaayy…" she faked the saddest cheer of her life.

"Prepare to die Deku, that stupid light show won't save you today," Bakugo snarled as he readied to fling himself full force at his opponent.

Sighing Gohan formed the ball of ki, something fairly low power that wouldn't vaporize the rabid teen but enough to bat him around.

Tiger looked at him for a moment and sized him up. "You ready, you sure you're ready," he asked cautiously, to which Gohan just assumed was him not being aware of what the technique could do.

"Yeah, let's get this over with," Gohan said.

"Begin."

What happened next was the funniest thing that Tiger had seen, as soon as Bakugo launched himself off the ground, he never once touched it again for five whole minutes as Gohan used the Spirit Ball to bounce Bakugo around like a pinball. By the end of it, Tiger had to call the fight and Bakugo was laying twitching on the ground. "Well, uh, good job," Tiger thumbs-upped the demi-saiyan before walking away.

After a few rotations through the students to acclimate them to different quirks, the Wild Wild Pussy Cats called for an end to the spars. "Well I hope today has been productive and educational, not only have you learned some of your physical limits but are closer to understanding the limits of your quirks," Mandalay addressed the class.

"Unfortunately, we won't see each other again for a whole nother week," Pixie pouted. "I can't wait that long to see my kitties again," she wailed as she wanted to come back soon to see the 1-A class.

Ragdoll started to push Pixie-Bob out of the door so that they could leave in a reasonable amount of time, "We will be back so remember, practice what you learned, don't be afraid to make mistakes, it's all going to work out okay," she said as she and the rest of the Wild Wild Pussycats left, leaving the 1-A class with All Might.


"And next week, we're doing my lesson," he quickly said. "No take-backsies," he shouted. "It's gonna be great," he whispered loudly to the students. "Go on and get changed, class is over," he proudly said as he watched his class file out and head to the main building. Taking off at high speeds he rushed to the principal's office to talk about what he saw. "Oh my god, did you see his costume," All Might snickered as he burst in the door.

"The one I made for him," a woman with blue hair said harshly as she stood in the center of the room glaring at the assembled teachers.

"Mrs. Briefs, I assure you the drone was nothing but a precaution," Nezu said as he kept glancing to a dark corner of the room.

"I don't believe you, Sweetie," Bulma said nicely. "Lock the door," she commanded.

An evil grin appeared in the shadows as Vegeta stepped forward and started walking towards the door.

"Please don't lock that door, we need it to flee in terror," Nezu pleaded.

"Then I want answers," Bulma replied.

"I think giving you those answers will lead to violence," Nezu gulped as he really didn't want to be locked in a room with the Prince of All Saiyans.

"Then give me something that won't make me want to see my husband skin and wear you like a hat," Bulma leaned onto the principal's mahogany desk.

"We're working on ways to help integrate Gohan into the class better so he can make friends and not feel like such an outsider," Nezu quickly shouted as he watched Vegeta put his hand on the doorknob.

Bulma raised her hand to stop her husband. "Really, surely that's out of the goodness of your heart," she questioned.

"Partly, but also because if he has friends, he'd be less likely to turn on us if the current situation changes," Nezu answered. "I don't think it will happen, but I am still ultimately an animal, the idea of a planet destroying anything worries me."

"That's not, unreasonable," Bulma admitted, as she had only gotten over her fear of planetary destruction a few years ago and that was because everyone who could destroy planets was either dead or her friend. "But next time I catch one of your drones looking in our bedroom windows, Vegeta will personally deliver it to you, at whatever speed he thinks is necessary," she stood up and let the light frame her so she cast a large shadow on the terrified principal. "Good, Sweetie, I think we're done here. We should invite Chi-Chi and her sons over for dinner tonight. I bet you'd like to have a spar with Gohan to see how this school is working for him," she said as she exited the room followed by her husband. "Then later tonight we can do that thing where you…"

"I think I peed a little," Present Mic admitted as he raised his hand.

"Sir, what the hell did you do?" All Might questioned as he double checked to make sure Vegeta wasn't waiting outside the door or anything.

"I made a few mistakes today Toshi, ones I do not wish to make again," Nezu nodded as he finally let his body succumb to the hormones it was flooding his system with.


"Hey Midoriya," Uraraka asked as she sat down next to Gohan on the train, it was one of the later stops she most of the 1-A students that took the train had already gotten off earlier, so this was the opportune time to talk to him without eavesdroppers. "What was that thing you did today, it wasn't like that big beam you did in the entrance exam?" she asked as she looked to Gohan for an explanation.

"Crapbaskets," he thought as he realized he had no excuse ready for this situation. "Time to wing it," he resolved himself. "Mirrors," he quickly said before sprinting out the opening doors, even if this stop was a few kilometers away from his normal stop, this would be easier to run than spill the beans to someone about what he could really do.


"Vegeta," Gohan called out as he and his family landed on the Capsule Corps lawn. "Want to go a few rounds, I need to work out some energy."

Bulma smirked as she saw her husband suppress a smile at the chance to have a sparring partner, "All according to plan," she chuckled as she and Chi-Chi entered the home while the boys began to play.

A drone flying overhead, a very respectable distance away only monitoring the outer lawns hovered gently behind cloud cover to maintain maximum stealth.