"There sensei," Shigaraki paused the video of Gohan arguing with Endeavor. "This was the boy who defeated the Nomu, his hair turned gold and it was over in seconds."
"I see," the static on the television screen attached to the wall warbled for a moment. "That is unfortunate, but now understandable. I will be giving you some more Nomu's to make a statement of your own, I will need to attend to other details. We will require more information." The screen cutting out after All for One finished his instructions.
Stepping into the laboratory, the sounds of machinery whirring. "Doctor, my suspicions were correct, the half-saiyan Son Gohan has emerged into the public once more, we will need to accelerate our time table before he or his compatriots catch onto the plan." Striding up to the mustachioed man wearing goggles.
"I am unsure where to go, I was certain that the first Nomu would have been enough to kill All Might and any other hero it came across. Even with what notes I salvaged from Dr. Gero's destroyed lab, I couldn't create something strong enough to match that level of power. The Nomu's weren't even close to the beauty that was Cell." The doctor lamented as having spent years pouring over every detail of the deceased mad scientist's notes was enlightening towards his own new designs. He was even preparing to splice quirk genetic material into other people to create subjects with multiple quirks without the severe weakness of mental degradation that the Nomus suffered from.
"We would need to know if these Saiyans have any weaknesses that can be exploited." All for One mused as he paced. "All Might has his wound I gave him years ago. These alien lifeforms will also have something that can be exploited for our benefit."
"Hmm," the doctor hummed before he snapped his fingers. "We need a quirk to find their weakness. And I know just the person," he turned his chair to the computer and pulled up files on heroes, before the face of a woman with green hair was on screen. "Get her quirk from her and you'll know their every weakness."
"Excellent, we will monitor the situation to find the optimal time to strike." All for One chuckled darkly as he returned to his plotting.
Monday morning rolled around much faster than Gohan would have liked. After the sports festival ended, Gohan had the entirety of Sunday to reflect on his actions. And the feelings he had weren't the greatest. As he walked towards the train station that morning in the rain he could hear the whispers of people who noticed him. Many were cautious of him, because of his attack on Endeavor. Instead of getting into the crowded train car he opted to fly to the school instead and landed just outside the gate.
"Woah." Gohan called out as he dodged out of the way of his classmate Iida. "Where's the fire?" Picking up his pace to run alongside the other boy.
"Nowhere Midoriya." Iida answered as he put emphasis on Gohan's name. "It is the first day back after a momentous event in our careers and we should do more to exemplify the traits of a hero by arriving early."
As the two opened their lockers to change their shoes, Gohan looked over at his classmate and wondered if now would be a good time to discuss what he heard on the news. "Hey Iida," softly calling out to his classmate. "I uh, heard about your brother." Gohan had gotten another Senzu bean in case the worst had happened.
"Nonsense," Iida waved him off. "I was very worried too, but Recovery Girl stopped by that night and took care of him. He's been told to take a break to recover but he'll be back in top shape in a week." The teenager was incredibly relieved that their school nurse was such a capable person. She had been almost giddy when she arrived as she wanted to try out some new applications of her quirk and had amazed the doctors that she was able to completely heal his brother's spine.
"Oh yeah," Gohan nodded. "Well then, don't take my condolences, just tell him I wish him a speedy recovery." Happy that instead of something depressing starting the week it was actually good news.
As soon as Gohan stepped into the room, it was obvious that the conversations had managed to turn towards him as the topic, evidenced by them all suddenly stopping. "Okay, what's going on now?"
Electing herself as the speaker of the class on issue Momo strode forth. "We would like to know what Ragdoll meant when she called you Gohan on Saturday." The class nodded in agreement as they would like some kind of an answer to one of the mysteries of their classmate.
Deciding that if the entire class wanted to know, avoiding that topic would simply cause animosity between them. "It's my name, or was my name," Gohan shrugged. "I had to change it after I moved out of the mountains."
"What?" Kaminari questioned.
"I used to live in the Paozu Mountains as a kid," Gohan scratched the back of his head. "It was just my mom, my dad and I. After my dad died again-, it just," hoping the class wouldn't press on his slip up. "We couldn't feasibly stay in such a secluded place, not with my mother pregnant. So Bulma convinced her that we should move into the city, so we changed our names to avoid any..." Pausing as he tried to think of the way to explain wanting his privacy without telling them the truth about Cell.
Gohan was saved when the door opened and Aizawa entered the room, his presence ceasing all conversations as the students hurried to their seats. "Today is an important day in the road map of your careers as heroes. Today you pick your code names." Aizawa's words excited the class into a frenzy of jubilation. "Ahem," he coughed into his hand, silencing them once more.
"This is related to the offers you have received from numerous agencies who are showing interest in your potential." Pushing a button to display the names of the students and the offers they got. With Bakugo, Todoroki and Tsuyu having the most for placing in the highest ranks of the festival. "However, some of you received a few special offers from some unique individuals, and I highly suggest you consider them." Aizawa said as he went around the room and handed those of the 1-A class that Gohan's friends had made offers to.
Of them only Tsuyu seemed outwardly happy. "Thank you sir, I will do you proud to get as strong as I can while training with Mister Piccolo." the frog girl deciding to ignore any other offers and instead go with the Namekian.
"Wait, you didn't even see what other agencies sent you offers and you're just going to take this one?" Momo questioned, curious as to why this one offer outweighed even knowning the rest of them.
"Of course, none of the other offers could compare to these special ones." Tsuyu bluntly said.
"Mine just says," Todoroki said aloud. "I am coming to get you at 7pm." looking around the room. "Is this a threat?"
"No," Gohan sighed. "Vegeta just doesn't bother asking when he's decided something." Turning around to face the other teen. "Look, it's just easier to go along with it sometimes, worst case scenario you're going to be stronger than your dad by the end of the week." He said, fairly confident that Vegeta would get him into gravity training right away.
"No way, a first-year student capable of defeating a top pro, that's ridiculous," Sero scoffed. "Oh wait, you did that. I retract my previous statement."
"Wait, how do you know who sent the offers?" Uraraka asked as she looked up from her offer from the Turtle Hermit.
"Because those are my friends who sent them out." Gohan answered. "They all made some dumb bet about who could train someone the best in one week. Each one of them are accomplished martial artists of incredible strength."
This was enough to make those who received the offers consider them very carefully. "If they are your friends and so strong, why aren't you getting an offer from them?" Iida questioned.
"Well for one, I've been training with them all since I could walk. So there's not really anything I can learn from them I don't already know. Secondly, I'm stronger than all of them, except Vegeta, for now." Gohan tacked on, his pride not allowing him to give up in this race for the strongest. "I was just going to stay in the U.A. actually. Do some training here for the week."
"Wait can students do that?" Sekijiro questioned from the open doorway.
Meanwhile, a few minutes ago in the 1-B classroom, Sekijiro had to deal with a somber class, all but one of them failed to make it into the final event. "I know the pool of offers is small," he said as he had a few dozen to share among his entire class. "But, we will make the most of it. We are not the reject class."
"It feels like it," Pony said sadly as she rested her head on her desk.
Much of the class was sharing that sentiment. They had all been knocked out before they could do anything to really show off in the festival. And before that the 1-A class was getting all the attention because of the villains they fought, which further pushed 1-B out of the spotlight.
Clenching the small stack of offer papers in his hands, Sekijiro headed down the hall to see if he could get some help from Aizawa to come up with something for his students so they didn't fall behind, until he heard Gohan's declaration.
Shrugging Gohan looked at the 1-B teacher. "I mean you guys are licensed heroes and I'm pretty sure there isn't a rule against it. Other than going to Yardrat like my dad, I wouldn't really be able to do a whole lot. But then I'd be gone for about a year if I took that option." Gohan rubbed his chin as he thought about the places around the galaxy he could train at. "Maybe over the summer, learning Instant Transmission would be pretty useful." he started to mutter as he thought about the techniques he could learn.
"Where or what the hell is Yardrat?" Mina leaned over and whispered to Tokoyami.
"Never heard of it." the bird headed boy answered.
"Ahem," Sekijiro cleared his throat, drawing Gohan's attention back to him. "And yes, I am unaware of any rule that would forbid a U.A. student from interning here at the school." He clarified for Gohan. 'Even if such a rule did exist Nezu would probably remove it immediately if Gohan was going to want to stay here.' Sekijiro smirked to himself. "If you do, would you be opposed to some more students joining you as well?"
"Of course not," Gohan quickly answered in shock. "I couldn't monopolize all of your time like that."
"Oh no, you let us worry about that." Sekijiro said with a smile as he shut the door to the class. Pulling out his phone he quickly called Nezu and explained to him his plan.
"And Gohan doesn't mind teaching more students?" Nezu asked.
"Doesn't seem to really care, however he mentioned something about a Yardrat?" Sekijiro mentioned.
"Unsure, will have to ask Mrs. Briefs about it when I see her next," Nezu mused as he finished his call.
"Good news," Sekijiro said to his students as he re-entered his classroom. "For those of you who want specialized, focused training, we, as in the U.A. staff are making ourselves available for internships this week."
After further discussion in the 1-A classroom about internship offers. Midnight slunk in and discussed Hero names with the class. Many of the students having already thought of their names years ago. Gohan instead looked at the white board in his hands and realized he was facing an impossible challenge. "Midoriya, is something wrong?" Midnight asked as he had been so sucked into his thoughts he didn't realize that everyone else in the class had presented.
"No, yes," Gohan answered. "I just, never thought about this before." And he realized he genuinely hadn't. 'I know dad told me to protect the world, like a hero, but everything we've done has been hidden or never heard of by others, so I didn't think about making up a name for myself.' Slowly he looked out the window and saw his own reflection. "Should I?"
Slowly getting out of his seat he wrote down the words he wanted to say for a while now. "It's not going to make a whole lot of sense but. I am Son Gohan." He proudly declared. "This was the name my father gave me, before I thought I should hide from the world. Now I'm going to show off what I can really do." His eyes flashing green for a brief moment.
As the students handed back their offer sheets throughout the day. Gohan had two people come up to him during lunch. "Hello," he kindly greeted Todoroki and Uraraka. "How can I help you?"
"These people," Uraraka started unsure how to broach the subject.
"Can they really make us stronger?" Todoroki asked quickly, cutting through the awkwardness to get to the point quickly.
Nodding confidently. "Absolutely, they are some of the strongest people I know, each one of them has decades of experience or in your case Uraraka, Master Roshi has been training himself for over three hundred years."
"THREE HUNDRED YEARS!" Ochako shouted in shock.
"Ow," Gohan covered his ears to protect himself from the loud noise. "Yeah, he taught my dad, my grandpa and a bunch of other people over the centuries."
"But, but, that would mean he pre-dates quirk origination, so how has he lived for so long?!" the brunette questioned.
"Oh that's easy, there are a lot of ways to extend your lifespan," Gohan shrugged. "Mostly a waste of time though." As from his own experience, every person who sought out eternal life seems to have met a tragic end, barring Master Roshi, but maybe that was its own punishment, Gohan wondered. "But he's a really good trainer, you'll get really strong if you can put up with his behavior though."
"What's he like?" Uraraka asked nervously.
"Huge pervert," Gohan shrugged. "I mean, it's mostly done as a joke but that might just be because I grew up around him that I'm immune to it."
While Uraraka contemplated the pros and cons of dealing with someone like that, Todoroki quirked an eyebrow. "And Vegeta?"
"Well in your case, you don't really have a choice, he's going to come get you at 7pm." Gohan bluntly told him.
"And if I don't want to go?"
"He doesn't care."
"That would be illegal." Todoroki folded his arms with a frown.
"No one would be stupid enough to try and arrest him," Gohan said with a sad smiled. "The man has a body count that even I have a hard time believing." Recalling the day he sat down one day and tried to comprehend the fact that Vegeta has likely killed hundreds of billions of people throughout the galaxy by genociding them to sell their planets for a profit. "At least Bulma will be around to keep him from killing you." Gohan tried to offer comfort. "Probably."
"Whatever can't be any worse than more training with my father," Todoroki stormed off in frustration.
"He's not really going to die is he?" Uraraka nervously asked. "That's just some weird humor right Midoriya?"
"Ehh, I mean, if he does," Gohan waved his hand back and forth, knowing they could use the dragon balls to bring Todoroki back if Vegeta went too far.
Uraraka nervously left Gohan to his food as she hurried to sit with some of the other classmates as they discussed the offers they were given.
As the day drew to a close the students were given their hero costumes and sent out to the train station with the tickets they had been given, except the students who chose the special offers, Gohan said they'd be getting picked up. The sound of a whirring engine made many of the students look up. "Hey Gohan," Bulma said as she landed the flying car in an open spot. "How's it hanging?"
"Pretty good Bulma," Gohan chuckled as he spoke casually with the blue haired billionaire genius inventor. "Didn't think you'd be coming too." He said as he saw Vegeta leaning against the car.
"Yeah, I sent an offer to that pink haired girl you were teamed with in the festival." Bulma said as she waved to Mei as she hurried over with a large trunk, which considering the size and weight was not very fast. "Vegeta, can you please put that on the roof?" Bulma requested.
Shrugging the prince hefted the box with one hand and placed it on the roof of the vehicle, causing it to creak under the weight.
"Tha-that was at least half a ton?" Mei gasped at the ease with which her inventions were moved.
"Ice Brat," Vegeta shouted, startling the students who had forgotten just how loud the mysterious man could be. "If you don't want to be made to run all the way to Capsule Corp, you will get in the vehicle now."
With a frustrated huff Todoroki stomped over to the car and was prepared to get into the vehicle when a firm hand stopped him. "Boy, it seems that I will also be teaching you manners," Vegeta snarled as he turned to look at Mei who was standing right behind him.
"After you," Todoroki growled as the pink haired inventor giggled and got into the flying car.
"Better," Vegeta smirked as Todoroki got in and slammed the door. "Teenagers." the Saiyan Prince grunted in frustration as he waited for Bulma to finish talking with Gohan.
Soon the area started to fill up as a few other interesting individuals arrived. "Yo red dude," Yamcha said as he arrived at the station. "Are you ready to be the strongest in the universe?"
"Oh please," Tien scoffed. "You couldn't even be the strongest in a retirement home." The triclops teased as he and Chiaotzu touched down.
"What was that you youngin'? I swear you brats are getting more and more arrogant every century." Master Roshi cackled as he walked up to the station, his cane tapping with each step. "Now where is that cutie that agreed to be my pupil?" He said as he lecherous gaze wafted over the students.
"He-here sir," Uraraka raised her hand as she came over to stand next to the turtle hermit.
"Ahehe," Roshi chuckled. "Well missy, I'm too old to be wasting time, so we'll be on our way." He said as he led the brunette away from her class.
"Just give a Gohan a call if you need help." Yamcha chuckled before knocking his fist on the red headed kid. "We'll leave in a moment, I want to see the look on the purple kid's face when he sees Krillin."
"Where will we be going?" Kirishima asked as he reluctantly agreed to take the special offer when Gohan mentioned these were people he thought were strong.
"We'll train for a week in the Diablo Desert," Yamcha said proudly. "My old haunting ground."
"That place is uninhabitable," Momo gasped as she had heard of the harsh environment, it was regarded as one of the most dangerous places on Earth.
"Hey I used to live there you know." Yamcha defended the place he had called home. "It's not that bad once you get used to it."
Sero jumped back as out of the corner of his eye he realized that someone had been standing next to him the entire time, in his fright he shouted out the first thing that came to his mind. "What the hell is that?!" His outburst earned the attention of his classmates.
"Do you have to do that every time?" Yamcha groaned as Piccolo walked through the group of students.
"It's fun, teaches them to be more aware of their surroundings." Piccolo growled out. "So Tsuyu are you ready for the most intense week of your life?" Nodding firmly, the frog girl stepped up to let Piccolo pick her up off the ground before he took off into the sky and rocketed away at insanely high speeds, the Lookout would prove to be an excellent training ground and one Tsuyu was familiar with.
"Hey hey everyone," Krillin said as he touched down his car. "I was hoping I wasn't late, so where's the student I'm taking with me?" He said as Mineta pushed through the group of students only to stop short as he saw that his mentor for this program wasn't that much taller than him. "What's with that look?" Krillin questioned as he put his hands on his hips.
"Nothing," Mineta sighed as he lugged his boxes behind him, one containing his costume and the other what he would need for the week. "Let's just get this over with."
"Man, something's got him down." Krillin scratched his head as he watched the sullen kid walk up to him.
"Really, didn't know people that tall could get up." Yamcha snickered at his short joke.
"Come on, I've got a lot to teach you," Krillin said as he stormed away with the shorter kid in tow.
"Yamcha, did you always have to make short jokes," Gohan sighed as sometimes the ribbing seemed to go a bit too far at times.
"What, he's fine," Yamcha defended the humor. "I'll make it up to him later, we'll go get some froyo." Turning to his pupil. "Alright, take my hand, and we'll be off."
"Same," Tien turned to Shoji.
Reluctantly the two fighters flew off with their interns to a very confused group of students who hadn't expected everyone to be flying. However they had trains to catch so eventually the only two students left on the platform were Gohan and Itsuka Kendo. "So, since those are your friends," Itsuka rubbed her arm. "Who is Chi-Chi?"
"Oh that's my mom," Gohan chuckled. "Who is just pulling up."
"Where, I don't see a car?" Itsuka looked around at the nearly empty street.
"Look up." Gohan nudged his head surprised that with so many people flying the orange haired teen's first instinct wasn't to check the skies.
"Is she on a cloud?!" Itsuka exclaimed in shock.
"Yeah, I did wonder where the Nimbus had gone off to." Gohan mused as he hadn't seen that thing in years. "Hey mom." Gohan waved as his mother pulled up next to them. "So, you're getting back into training too? I didn't think you'd bother."
"Hey, I was in the semi-finals of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament and I only lost to your father." Chi-Chi said to her.
"Wait, you were a semi-finalist at the 23rd WMAT?!" Itsuka said in shock. "Oh my gosh, You were Anonymous by Request, you're like my idol." Itsuka gushed as she realized who she was going to be getting training from.
"Didn't think anyone really cared about my performance." Chi-Chi said bemused by the notion that she had a fan.
"Are you kidding, no female fighter has ever made it past the quarter finals before." Itsuka was shocked that the woman had no idea the accomplishment she had achieved. "I would be proud to learn from you." To Gohan's surprise the cloud allowed Itsuka to ride it.
As Gohan watched his mother and the other student ride off into the sunset. He heard his teacher groan. "Your friends are so weird." Aizawa grumbled as he went back to the school followed by the boy who would be teaching him.
"I know it doesn't look like much," Krillin said as Mineta set his boxes down. "But, I promise, after the end of this week you're going to be much stronger." The two had gotten to Krillin's apartment just a bit ago.
"Yeah sure," Mineta sighed.
"Yamcha's comment really got to you didn't it?" Krillin asked the short kid.
"It doesn't matter," Mineta shrugged. "I'm used to them by now, it's just. I don't know." Mineta answered.
"Okay kid," Krillin said as he sat down on a pillow next to the table. "I am thirty-six years old. I have a bit of life experience. What's up?"
"I went to this school because I wanted to be a cool hero that the ladies loved," Mineta answered. "But, everyone is so much cooler than me and I looked like an idiot on television."
Before Krillin could try and give advice the door opened and Eighteen walked in. "Krillin, I got some take out since we got a guest," the android called out.
"Thanks Eighteen," Krillin smiled as his wife entered the apartment. She joined the two at the table only to see that the student her husband decided to train was just staring at her. "Sup." she nodded her head.
"Oh my god you're hot," Mineta blurted out.
Sputtering a laugh Eighteen dug out a burger. "Thanks, I know, I wouldn't be a supermodel if I wasn't."
"But, but he's," Mineta pointed at Krillin.
"Short?" Eighteen guessed.
Mineta nodded after she guessed what he was going to say. "And that's allowed?"
"Kid come on, I'm right here." Krillin rolled his eyes.
"H-how?!" Mineta turned back to Krillin. "Teach me." He pleaded for guidance.
With a sigh Krillin moved over closer to his wife. "I have no idea. She is way out of my league and for some reason she chose me."
"Pfft," Eighteen snickered. "Krillin, it's because you tried." Leaning over and kissing her husband on the head. "I got this one." She said to Krillin. "That's really it. Trying. I have had a ton of bigger, better looking and richer guys hit on me, like all the time. It never works." Eighteen explained. "I know they might be fun, but, none of them would go as far as Krillin did for me. They would never try as hard as he did."
"So if I want a hot wife, I just have to be the best man for her? It's that simple?" Mineta asked in awe of the wisdom.
Looking up at his smiling wife Krillin nodded. "Pretty much."
"I'm ready to begin master," Mineta bowed to the bald man.
"Are you ready kid!" Yamcha cheered loudly as the sandstorm swirled around them.
Kirishima had already hardened his skin to withstand the buffeting sand that threatened to shred the flesh from his body. "How are you okay?"
"It's because I'm so tough," Yamcha bragged before taking off into a jog through the storm.
"So manly," Kirishima smiled as he ran up alongside his mentor.
"You two are strange." Shoji commented on the people who would be mentoring him. A three-eyed man and a small floating doll boy.
"Please, out of our group, we're the most normal," Tien corrected. "First things first though, we need to help you find your center. Then we can work on techniques."
"If you say so," Shoji responded as they headed into a dark forest.
"Is that all you got," Vegeta barked as Todoroki struggled to push himself off the floor. "It's only a pathetic five times Earth's gravity." As the harsh red light of the room blinked. "My god you are pathetic, all you are is a flashy showy power, what's the worth of that?"
"It's my mother's power." Todoroki hissed as he glared at Vegeta's boots. Furious that the other man seemed to not even struggle for a moment under the pressure that threatened to break him.
"I didn't realize you were borrowing it, maybe you should find a better one then," Vegeta shouted. "It doesn't matter if it's yours, your mothers or your fathers, if you are weak, then it is weak. And I don't tolerate weakness."
"Should we stop this?" Mei asked as Bulma went over the specifics of the Gravity Chamber with the brilliant young girl.
"Nah, Vegeta knows what he's doing," the blue haired wife could tell when her husband was serious or not. Pushing a button on the console. "Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"Excellent, you have until then to stand up," Vegeta smirked at the boy, giving him a deadline to get off the floor.
"So how high does this thing go?" Mei wondered as she looked at the dial.
"Vegeta hasn't asked me to make it go higher yet, so it doesn't go more than four hundred and fifty times." Bulma answered.
"WHAT?!" Mei gasped. "That's, the forces needed to survive, he, he, he shouldn't even be able to breathe, the oxygen shouldn't even be moving in that room at that level."
Bulma shrugged. "He's the one who asked for it to go that high." Snapping her fingers. "Hey want to see the original Hopoi Capsule?"
"Do I?" Mei's eyes sparkled with excitement as she followed her mentor out of the observation room.
"Wow, this place is beautiful," Itsuka said as she stared over the natural beauty of the Paozu mountains.
"It is," Chi-Chi smiled as the Nimbus brought them low to the ground and stopped next to Goku's house. "This is where we will be staying. My old house," Chi-Chi said as she opened the door, a smell of stale air hit her nose. "Oh right, it has been a few years since I've been up here."
Sekijiro walked up and down the line of students, all but one a member of his own class. He had told those that were staying behind, which was all but Itsuka Kendo, to line up on the yard. "Ahem, I am sure you are wondering, how exactly we the teachers are going to train you and give you the experience you need?" as he could see his students muttering to themselves.
"We aren't," Kan answered his own question. The simple words shocked his students.
"But then what are we doing here?" Pony asked.
"I said we aren't, he is." Motioning to Gohan who stepped forward.
"Really, we're supposed to learn from a first-year student," Monoma scoffed.
"I mean, you don't have too," Gohan scratched his head. "But, I've been teaching the U.A. staff for the last couple of weeks and they've all gotten a lot stronger now."
"How are you teaching them, you're our age." Komori questioned.
"Because Gohan here, has a breadth of knowledge not a single person here could replicate." Nezu explained. "In terms of combat capabilities, even if every single one of us attacked him, he would not be scratched."
"That's impossible," Tetsutetsu exclaimed.
"It is true," All Might said, quelling any responses. "Even I am no match for Gohan."
"So he's got a stupid strong quirk, how is that going to help any of us?" Shishida snarled, normally much more calm, but this situation felt like they were being mocked.
"Easy," Gohan raised his hand and fired a ki blast at a tree nearby, the object disintegrating from the blast leaving a large hole in the ground. "Every single one of you, is capable of doing that."
"What?!" the 1-B class shouted in confusion at that declaration.
"When will the Nomus be ready doctor?" All for One asked.
"A few more days, then they will rampage in Hosu," the doctor responded. "This will give us a baseline for the time needed to respond to an attack."
Tsuyu fell onto the plush pillow that night exhausted. Piccolo's training was intense, but he was able to explain each and every step and how it would benefit her. Sighing she wondered how her classmates were doing on their first night.
"I have to wear this, hrg, heavy thing," Uraraka grunted as she slipped the metal turtle shell onto her back. "For the entire week?"
"Of course, and that's the training shell I started Goku and Krillin with." Master Roshi cackled. "Maybe in two hundred years you can move up to my shell." Tapping his training item he always wore.
"Plus if you make it through the week, you can keep it," Roshi offered. "I have plenty of extras, but none for quitters."
"You said Goku, who is that?" the brunette inquired.
"Ahh Goku, my greatest student, and a very dear friend. He's Gohan's father," Roshi mused as he recalled the good times. "How about this, each night I'll tell you a story about some of our adventures, to show you just how good my training can be."
"They can't be serious," Todoroki stared at the room he would be sleeping in, it had two beds, one on each side of the room.
"Dibs on the right," Mei shouted as she pushed past the other teen and leaped onto the mattress. "Oh that's so soft."
"We can't share a room," Todoroki turned on Bulma, who had shown the two the accommodations.
"Why not?" Bulma asked. "Oh right, right sorry, I just got used to sharing rooms at that age when I used to go on adventures. Tomorrow I'll have Vegeta clear out an unused room and then we'll get you moved over." Bulma offered before she smirked evilly, causing Todoroki to flinch back as he did not like that look. "Or you could use this as an opportunity to get to know Mei here."
Bulma waited a moment before walking away from the shocked teen. Todoroki stood silently before he was grabbed by the arm. "It's a sleepover, let's tell each other stories." Mei demanded as she pulled Shoto into the room.
"That," Vegeta commented, having watched the entire bit. "Was evil."
"Ehh, he's too wound up," Bulma shrugged. "I mean, you did read the file I got on his dad?"
"Oh did I, almost makes me sad that I didn't take a shot at him when I had the chance," Vegeta chuckled. "And I thought I had issues with my father."
"Mei also seems like she needs a bit of structure, so if the two of them, bond," Bulma stuck her index finger through a circle she made with the fingers on her other hand. "Well, they'll both benefit from that."
The 1-B students were in rudimentary dorms made by Cementoss, they weren't amazing, but they would be the framework for an impressive set of dorms that would be built in a short amount of time. Instead of sleeping right away the tired class were having a meeting. "So, I'll say it, what the fuck?" Tokage said firmly. "I shot a laser beam out of my hand today."
"I can fly now," Kuroiro said, almost not believing himself, as he floated up before flopping down onto the couch. "Not well, but, what the actual fuck happened today."
