'Sup. I've come up with a fantastic idea for a fusion AU, so I'd like to share it! Enjoy!

I. Crash Landing

"Bardock," said the voice of a woman. "How can you be so sure that Frieza's going to blow up the planet? We need to think about this!"

The man known as Bardock ceased his traversal of the deserts of Planet Vegeta, and briefly set down the space pod he was currently carrying as he turned to address his wife. "Gine, listen to me." He put his hands on her shoulders. "This is Frieza we're talking about. There's no good reason why he would call back all of the Saiyans who are currently off-world back to the planet, if he didn't plan on exterminating them." He let go of her and hoisted the pod back on his shoulder. "Besides," he continued. "Even if I was wrong the entire time, then I can just get him myself."

"Then why can't we just go with him? All three of us?"

Bardock shook his head and sighed. "I've thought about that, but it's not an option." He turned around to look at her. "They'll be able to track our battle power with those goddamned scouters of theirs." He had considered the option many times on his way to Planet Vegeta, but there was just no feasible way for him and Gine to lower their power levels enough to fly away undetected.

He briefly considered damaging the both of them to the point of near-death, but it was too much of a risk to take, and it was unknown if the stasis gas was capable of life support to that degree.

"...What's gotten into you, Bardock?" Gine eventually asked with a wistful expression. "It's unlike you to show so much care. You never showed this much care when Raditz was this young."

"That's because Raditz can easily take care of himself," he countered. "His power was high enough to get placed into a squad with the prince. But Kakarot...Kakarot doesn't have that power. Not now, at least." He sighed and looked up at the night sky, taking a moment to bask in its beauty. "I've spent most of my life pillaging and destroying...so I thought that maybe, I should try to save something, for once. Especially if that something is our son." Coming to a stop, he set the pod down, which soon calmed the crying toddler who was currently occupying it.

Gine placed a hand on the window of the pod so that she could look at her son. "Where...where are you sending him?"

"It's called Earth," Bardock replied. "And it's pretty damn far in the frontier. The overall power level isn't too low, but it isn't that big, either, so no one who doesn't already know would think to look for him there. The planet itself doesn't seem to be worth much, so I'm just hoping that it wouldn't be detected by their computers."

Gine took a deep breath as she took in the information, then turned to look at her son. "Everything's going to be all right, okay? We're going to come and get you as soon as possible." Suddenly, Bardock's arm lightly slammed onto the window, startling her.

"Kakarot, I need you to listen," he began. "No matter what happens, you need to survive at all costs, got it?" He let out a small smile as he saw Kakarot's tiny hand reach up to touch his own, before stepping back. Soon after, the pod slowly began to rise in the air, before accelerating into space.

"Don't forget about us, Kakarot!" Gine yelled out with her hands cupped around her mouth, before eventually breaking down into crying. Bardock reached out and wrapped an arm around her, as she sobbed into his armor.

"...I really hope you're wrong about this..."

Bardock swallowed as he watched the sky for a pod that was already long gone. "I hope so, too...I hope so, too."

Son Gohan happily hummed to himself as he traversed the wilderness of Mount Paozu. Relishing in the ambient noises of the various wildlife, he thought of some interesting music that could accompany his walk perfectly, and took a moment to ponder on the state of the world.

Until a large boom shook the surrounding trees, sending a numerous amount of birds flying away.

"Oh, goodness me!" he cried out, briefly holding a hand to his chest and wondering just what could have caused such a loud noise. "Must be one of those poachers I keep hearing about." Curious and wary, Gohan slowly made his way down the mountain in an attempt to search for the source, until he found his way to a clearing.

In the middle of it, sat what looked to be a round, metal ball, and that it had smashed its way through several trees.

"What..." he trailed off as he eyed the object in awe. When he noticed a red window on the ball, his awe turned into astonishment and shock. "Is...is that a spaceship?"

Even though the emergence of Quirks over the past two centuries had caused the general population of the world to distance themselves away from religion and more towards the sciences and the unknown, the concept of extraterrestrial beings was still something most of the population eyed with scrutiny, even though there were people with mutation Quirks that made their appearance very much like how one would think an alien would look.

"Hm. That power..." Gohan said, when he used his ki sense to gauge the power of whoever was inside. "I should be on my guard." At that moment, the door to the spaceship began to open, sending him on high alert, and he dropped into a fighting stance. Unfortunately, he had left the Nyoi-bō in his house, so he would have to exert himself a bit more if whoever was inside the strange pod turned out to be a threat.

Once the door had opened fully, he had to do a double-take when he saw that a child was the occupant, and looked to be the age of a toddler, no less. He also noted how much the boy looked like a human, but he filed that thought away for later.

'I better tell Inko about this...' he thought, as he decided to take a risk and move towards the boy.

Inko Midoriya stared at the pregnancy test with trembling hands as she waited for the small machine to process her urine. Becoming a mother had been her dream ever since she was a young girl and knew what babies were, always volunteering to babysit her cousins and her friend's siblings. As the years passed, she had to force that dream to the back of her mind so that she could get her nursing degree, but meeting Hisashi had brought it back full force, and then some. She loved that man so, so much for how much he made her feel special and whole, but deep down, she felt that their marriage wouldn't be complete without a third person in the mix, which was, thankfully, a sentiment he shared.

And so they tried for a child. The first time, nothing had happened, but Inko didn't let it discourage her, and had chalked it up to timing it poorly around her period. The second time, however, was planned with her period in mind, but again, nothing had come of it. By the third, she was starting to get worried. Hisashi had offered that they go to a doctor to see what was wrong, but she declined out of fear of what the results would be.

This time, she told him with confidence. This time, it'll work.

When she felt that enough time had passed, Inko took a deep breath and looked down at the pregnancy test. But all she could see was a single red line, meaning that the test was negative. Again.

She wasn't able to conceive a child.

With tears threatening to run down her face, Inko tried to slow down her breathing, in a vain attempt to calm her nerves and keep herself from hyperventilating. 'Please,' she thought, praying to whichever deity would be kind enough to listen. 'This is all I've ever wanted...please don't take this from me..." Failing the battle to maintain her composure, she let the tears fall, as her whole body shook with sobs.

It just wasn't fair. Why were terrible, evil people allowed to have children, when she couldn't?

Suddenly, a loud vibration echoed from the countertop of the sink, shocking Inko from her despair. With a sniffle, she reached over to grab the device, and swallowed at seeing the name of the contact that was calling. With a deep breath through her nose, she hit 'answer' and placed the phone to her ear.

"H-hey, dad," she greeted, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible.

"Hello, darling. I, uh, I heard from Hisashi about the, uh...trouble you were having."

Inko felt her face drain at the revelation. Her father had jokingly made her promise to give him lots of grandchildren to spoil during the wedding reception, but she had ended up taking it to heart, with the intent to see it through.

And now, it looked like it was a promise that she would never be able to keep.

"Oh. I-I see," was all she could say at the moment, because she was once again starting to become overwhelmed by her emotions, with more tears threatening to run down her face, but she kept a hand over her mouth to keep him from hearing.

"Um, I don't know if you're busy right now, but I'd like for the both of you to come over as soon as you can. There's something that you'll want to see." She heard a clatter from the background, causing her father to let out a curse. "Damn it. Looks like something came up. I've gotta go now. Love you!" With a click, he hung up, leaving Inko back to her thoughts, and her despair.

After finding the strange child with the tail and spiky black hair, Gohan had waited for a few days to see if any more of his people would show up (and maybe his parents), but it seems that enough time had passed where he was confident that the boy had come here alone. He even tried to make conversation with him, but he assumed from the blank stares he got in return, it was either that the boy had no idea what he was saying (after all, it was improbable that aliens would know even a lick of Japanese), or that he was simply at the age where he hadn't learned to speak yet, which Gohan found odd, all things considered.

Children younger than a year old could generally speak one or two words, and simple babbling even before that. So it was rather strange that the only methods of communication the child in front of him used were crying and pointing. Perhaps the people of his home planet lacked the ability for complex speech patterns? No, that wouldn't make much sense, especially seeing how his appearance was strikingly similar to a human's. If it weren't for the space pod, armor, and spiky hair, Gohan would have thought that he had simply been abandoned by his parents.

Well, at least he was as sweet as human toddlers generally were, for the most part. Well, most of the time.

The sound of a loud clatter brought the aged man out of his thoughts, and back towards his young charge. Turning around, he saw that the toddler was currently eating - or rather, inhaling - the sixth batch of bao buns he had made that same day, and just making a general mess of himself. "Well it's a good thing I have quite the amount of martial arts experience under my belt," he said, shaking his head at the display. "Otherwise, you'd have killed me with that rowdiness of yours." When the boy had finally finished eating, Gohan wiped his face clean, before having him play with some of Inko's toys he had stored in the attic.

Watching the boy move about his living room with a sense of curiosity had Gohan wondering what his daughter was currently up to. It hadn't been too long since he had called her, but she and her husband were quite busy with work, but he was content with waiting for them. He was touched when she offered that he go live with them, if a bit insulted. While he was technically retired, he didn't become one of Muten Roshi's best pupils for nothing, damn it!

A small part of him wished he had joined that nice young lady on her quest to find the, uh...'dragon-whatsits' a year prior, just so he could have an excuse to travel the world one more time. He wondered what his old master was doing right now on his island. It didn't take much to assume that he would probably be watching some pornography or doing drugs with Turtle, the poor creature.

Oh well, it wasn't like he had any right to complain. After all, even at his age, he had power the average man could only ever dream of having, so he was mostly content with what he had.

His thoughts then turned to his daughter, and Gohan suppressed a sigh. He had made a joke during Inko's wedding but looking back on it now, he cringed at how extremely insensitive it was to say.

In all honesty, when Hisashi had told him the news of her not being able to conceive, he was overcome with sadness, but not to the degree his little girl must have felt. His heart ached to see her suffering so much, and so he hoped that with this child, she could finally be able to start the family she's always wanted to have.

Before long, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, which broke the young toddler's attention away from his toys, as he looked around him in confusion at what the strange noise was.

Gohan, however, chuckled at seeing his bemused expression. "Oh, that must be them." He walked over and ruffled the boy's head. "Just stay there for now, little one. I have to go get the door." Turning away from the living room, he walked towards the front of the house, and opened the door to see the faces of his daughter and son-in-law.

"Hello, you two," he greeted, giving them a smile as he wrapped his arms around Inko in an embrace.

"Hey, dad," she replied, returning the offered embrace with more than equal force. "It's been a while." After maintaining the hug for a few more moments, she eventually let go, allowing Gohan to turn to the man standing next to her.

"Long time no see, eh, Gohan-san?"

The old man chuckled. "That it has, Hisashi-kun," he replied. "That it has." He moved to hug him as well, but this time with some manly back pats for good measure." When they broke apart, he clasped his hands together as he gave them another smile. "It's good to see you both."

"Not that I didn't miss you, dad," Inko began. "But, uh, what's the occasion? It seems awfully important if you wanted the both of us to come visit you..."

Gohan nodded in agreement. "Well you see," he stopped himself from continuing his sentence, pausing for a moment to consider his answer. "Actually, I..I think it'd be best if I just show you." Turning around, he motioned for the two adults to follow him to the living room. "Just...follow me, then."

Inko was starting to get an ominous feeling from her father's words, but she followed him anyway. When they reached the living room, she did a double-take at seeing a child, dressed in some kind of armor, who was playing with some of her old toys from when she herself was a little girl.

"What...?"

"You should probably sit down for what I'm about to tell you," Gohan spoke up.

"I...this is a lot to take in." The explanation Gohan had told her of space pods and aliens, of all things, didn't make much sense. But her father had rarely lied to her, and he had even shown her a picture of the very same pod that little boy, er, arrived in. In truth, this was all rather surreal and seemed like something out of a science fiction novel.

But then again, so were Quirks, and the world had long since adapted to their sudden existence.

"But why didn't you call the government? Why not have someone come and pick him up?"

"Inko," Gohan said, exasperatedly. "I'm going to be frank with you, here; for the past two years, you have been trying and failing to conceive a child. Repeatedly. In all honesty, there's a good chance that you might not ever be able to get pregnant." Inko flinched at the harsh words her father was telling her, and was looking down at her lap as tears started to well up in her eyes.

Hisashi stood up in defense of his wife. "Okay, I think that's-"

Gohan raised his hand to silence the man. "I'm not done, yet, Hisashi. Sit down." Inko's husband stared at him for a moment, before sighing and sitting down. Turning back to his daughter, Gohan kneeled down as he softly wrapped her hands with his own. "You know I don't like using harsh words unless I have a point to make," he continued. "But you have to see reason. This little boy I found, he has no one left."

"B-but," she began with a soft voice. "Surely his parents-"

"Inko, listen to me. When I searched that pod for any clues as to where he came from, I found a message from his father." When he saw that he had her attention, Gohan pulled out his phone and opened a voice recording application, playing the most recent entry.

"My son," began the voice of a male. "If you end up finding this message, then I assume the worst has come to pass. If I have still not arrived to retrieve you, then you are now one of the last surviving Saiya-jins in the universe. Our home planet has been destroyed, and with it, our people." When he first discovered the message, Gohan had found it odd that the man could speak fluent Japanese, as there were hundreds of other languages on Earth, but eventually chalked it up to some sort of translation technology.

"There should be other survivors out there," the man continued. "But they're so far away that you might never come into contact with them. Based on my scans and research, you should be able to fit in with the natives of Chikyū, as our two races share very similar appearances. No matter what it takes, you must survive, my son. For me, your mother, and all of the people who were killed at the hands of Frieza. Survive."

With that, the message ended with a click, leaving the three adults in silence, as the weight of the man's message was felt by the married couple.

"...So he really has no one left?" Inko asked.

Gohan nodded. "He never said his or his son's name once throughout the entire recording, and I have a feeling that he did that because he knew that he was going to be raised by a different family. A family that I want you and Hisashi to start, by adopting that little boy sitting across the living room." Said toddler was now waddling over to the group, before stopping and staring at them with a curious expression.

Inko took a deep breath and found the courage to stand up and walk over to him. "Hi," she said softly, bending down with her hands on her knees. The little boy stared at her intently for a moment, before he visibly beamed, and his arms reached out to her with his hands repeatedly opening and closing.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

Inko felt Hisashi put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but all her attention was now focused on this sweet little boy who she had picked up, and whose head was now resting on her shoulder.

"What do you want his name to be?" Gohan asked after a few moments.

Inko paused for a moment. She had a few ideas for names, but there was only one that seemed to truly fit. "Izuku," she replied. "His name will be Midoriya Izuku."

To accommodate for the technological advances of Dragon Ball and some of the theories of when the first Quirk baby was born, I'll be setting the time period to Izuku starting U.A. in 2170.

Also, Gohan doesn't live in a hut here. I like to think that he has a house similar to that of the one in Dragon Ball: Evolution (literally the only time I'll ever mention that abomination).

See you soon!