Yeah, sorry it's taking so long to update. School's been picking up as of late, and I've also been working on planning out several more fics I wanna write, most notably the MHA x Assassin's Creed crossover.
For those of you confused about the title change, I felt that 'Dancing With Magic Dragons' didn't exactly seem to fit with the premise.
Sorry if you wanted to see more than one more chapter of Kid Goku!Izuku, but there's actually not a lot I can do with him.
III. Timelapse
Before he had gotten curious about the fact that there was light even after the Sun had already set, Izuku would regularly go to sleep early, mainly in part due to his parents trying to instill a sense of having a proper sleep schedule, rather than being tired out at the end of the day from playing and learning how to fight from his grandfather.
However, in this particular evening, he was unable to fall asleep, and so became curious from the light outside. When he first laid his eyes on Earth's moon, he was initially overcome with a sense of awe and fascination by the sight of it, but then, something inside of him stirred, and his body began to shift as it slowly grew and transformed.
The process of him having his bones and muscles growing in size would have, should have been excruciatingly painful for him, but Izuku's sense of self had already receded, and in its place was the pure, animalistic Saiyan instinct and rage of the titanic Great Ape. All he knew right now, was the urge to destroy everything around him.
When he suddenly found himself lying on the ground after being hit by something, some of the animalistic nature had somehow subsided to the point where he was able to at least get a small semblance of his surroundings. But soon, he became distracted as he recognized the flying figure of his favorite hero, and equated the sight to one of several action figures he owned of the man.
"All...Might..."
'Aw, crap baskets.'
As he watched the massive appendage move closer and closer to him, Toshinori let out a grunt as he twisted to the side to dodge the incoming attempt to grab him, watched as the hand made contact with nothing but the air. However, the 'boy' obviously had more than one hand, and so he opted instead to fly higher in the sky to avoid the other one as well. "Young man!" he yelled out. "Please, calm yourself!"
"All Might...play..."
...Well, shit. So alongside seemingly having gone berserk, the kid thought he was a toy, like an action figure to hold in his hand and play with. This just made things quite a bit more complicated than he was hoping for.
Toshinori tried once again to descend in another attempt to reason with the boy, but nothing seemed to be working as his efforts to subdue him quickly devolved into a glorified game of cat and mouse, with him constantly having to dodge and back up every time he would get even remotely close.
To be honest, his patience was quickly deteriorating. He still couldn't for the life of him figure out how to subdue the large beast, other than knocking him out with a well-placed 'SMASH!' and hoping it wouldn't piss him off. However, it seemed that the decision was instead made for him, when the boy-turned-beast eventually let out an ear-splitting roar before leaving his mouth open, where the familiar yellow glow of ki began to pool in front of it, before sending out a blast towards him.
Toshinori saw the perfect opportunity that came with the attack, having used the precious few seconds where the beam was still being fired from the boy's mouth flying close to the ground, before soaring towards his forehead with his fist reared back.
"San Francisco...SMASH!"
As his fist made contact with his target, a sonic boom reverberated through the air, and for a split-second, Toshinori could have sworn that he had seen a brief burst of golden lightning circling around his arm before dispersing at the edge of his fist. Except it had happened so fast that he was only momentarily confused, before brushing it off in favor of assessing whether or not the punch he delivered was effective.
As it turns out, it was. Maybe a bit too much, because out of everything he expected to happen, it wasn't the giant monkey-boy holding his forehead and beginning to cry, of all things, and was even seeing tears well up in those red eyes of his - he didn't think he hit him that hard.
But then again, he did witness part of his mentor's home being ravaged not too long ago, so maybe it was for the best? Either way, he now had to comfort a crying transformed child who may or may not be angry with him.
After having been dropped off near Chazke Village, Gohan and Inko were able to find shelter inside the home of one of his former martial arts associates. They were both wrought with worry over Izuku's sudden transformation, and whether or not he would be permanently stuck like that, but Gohan knew that if anyone could at least subdue him, then it was his former student.
Less than an hour after having escorted them away to safety, Toshinori returned to the area and immediately requested that he return with them immediately. At first, Gohan immediately began to fear the worst, but when he took a deep breath and remembered the other man's tone of voice, he concluded that the news about his grandson wouldn't be something as heartbreaking as what he had initially thought.
When they finally returned to his estate, Gohan instinctively took a step back when he saw Izuku's still-transformed state, but soon relaxed when he saw that his mood was noticeably much happier, and was even speaking full sentences (though it was admittedly disturbing).
Inko had immediately begun trying to calm Izuku down through the use of soft words and loving pats on his titan-sized hand, and was eventually successful in lulling him to sleep, as he softly snored just a few meters ahead of the front door.
The three adults collectively let out a sigh in relief when the situation had finally been dealt with, with Toshinori fully introducing his civilian identity to Inko and explaining his connection to Gohan. Needless to say, she was shocked at the news of the Number One Hero having been trained by her father (she was only aware of him having helped train Bulma Briefs's husband and another Pro Hero).
Apparently, the Capsule Corp. heiress had requested of Toshinori to return the 'Dragon Ball' Gohan had given to her some time prior to Izuku first showed up in their lives, and his timing and intervention were only a coincidence.
However, the time was now nearing midnight, and there was a rather large-sized hole in the wall that covered Inko and Izuku's shared bedroom. Toshinori offered that they stay with him at Might Tower for the time being, but not only were Gohan and Inko uncomfortable at the prospect of being carried all the way to Tokyo, there still remained the quite glaring issue of Izuku still remaining transformed (the effects of which were unknown to be permanent or not).
Thankfully, it was a warm summer night, so they were able to rough it out under the stars for a night. Toshinori even insisted he stay as well, just in case something were to happen when morning came. So the three of them laid down beside Izuku in their respective sleeping bags and drifted off to sleep.
And when morning finally came, Gohan woke up to see Izuku naked and cuddled up next to Inko with his tail curled up around her wrist, but thankfully back to normal (or at least, back to what he was before looking at the full moon).
Seven Years Old
"So, you think you're smarter than me, do ya?" Katsuki Bakugо̄ asked with his teeth bared. Cracking his knuckles, he began to stalk forward, with his Quirk crackling in his palms. "Let me show you why you're not." When he reared his arm back, however, he was stopped by a powerful grip maintaining its hold on his wrist.
"What are you doing, Kacchan?"
Katsuki looked back to see Izuku keeping his arm in place. "I'm putting this extra in their place," he replied with complete seriousness, as if it were a matter of fact. "Now get out of my way, Deku, or I'll beat you up, too."
Izuku could only stare back impassively as he focused his attention on the boy staring at them from the floor in a silent command to leave. After watching him quickly scramble away, Izuku finally released his hold on Katsuki. "Only villains hurt people who can't fight back, Kacchan. Are you a villain?"
To the surprise of no one but the other children who acted as his cronies, Katsuki immediately began to seethe in rage at the accusation. "What did you just call me?"
"I said-" Izuku was cut off by having to jump a good distance backward in order to dodge the sudden blast that was aimed for him, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh (even though he was itching to spar with his grandfather) as he watched the other boy run towards him with the clear intention to fight, and shifted his posture accordingly into a fighting stance.
He could really go for some katsudon, right about now.
Ten Years Old
"One of the most important rules about martial arts," began the old man standing in front of Izuku. "Is that it's more than just learning fancy fighting techniques or being the biggest fish in the pond; it's also a way of life. You'll be tested beyond your wildest dreams as your body's pushed to its maximum limits, maybe even to the point of breaking it." With a yell, he dropped the staff he was holding and dropped into a horse stance, before bulking up to several times' his size in muscle. "And when you've proven to me both your growth in strength and character, only then will I teach you how to harness your ki. You with me so far?"
"Yes, Sensei." Right as he replied, however, Izuku received a soft wack to his head from the man's staff.
"Ah, ah, ah - what did I tell you to call me?"
Izuku resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he took a deep breath. "Yes, Muten Rōshi-sama."
Rōshi's beard twitched in amusement as he nodded in satisfaction at the reply. "Good. Now get started." He tapped the side of a large box of milk bottles next to him with his staff, before turning back around to walk back to his house. "This milk won't deliver itself, after all."
With a disappointed sigh, Izuku picked up the box, before setting off to complete the task given to him. Honestly, when it was initially suggested that he start training with his grandfather's former mentor, he thought he would be learning really cool and never-before-seen techniques, not menial labor such as this. At least it wasn't entirely boring - Rōshi at least gave him Kinto'un to use for delivering the milk to the villages closest to Kame House, with the chance to keep it if he was fast enough.
Twelve Years Old
When Izuku returned home after running a few errands for Gohan, he opened the door to see his grandfather talking to a skinny blond man, and when Izuku tried to introduce himself, it was quickly made known to him that the man was actually Toshinori Yagi (AKA the man who was an honorary member of the Midoriya-Son family ever since the Ōzaru incident).
When he asked the man how he was able to be both skinny and extremely muscular, Toshinori showed him his injury, Izuku's curious expression quickly turned into a grimace at the reveal of the man's grotesque scar. "Did...did Piccolo Daimaō do that to you?" he tentatively asked.
"No, I got this from another villain," Toshinori replied, before dropping his hand. "One who was arguably many times more dangerous than that demon was. He was the leader of the criminal underworld, and the man who killed the woman who trained me before I met your grandfather and Muten Roshi. It should've been easy for me to overpower him, but...I got careless. I wanted revenge, and I let my guard down. I finally got him in the end, but not before I got damaged to the point where I had to lose my stomach and half a lung."
"But couldn't Senzu Beans heal you?"
"They can regenerate if there's still something to work with, like my lung, but not when there's nothing left," the man replied. "And besides, I didn't have any on me, and it was already too late by the time new ones were grown."
There was silence throughout the room for a moment, before Gohan added in his two cents. "There might be a chance All For One may have survived, as well," he said. "Surely he has to have at least a few powerful healing Quirks somewhere in his collection."
Toshinori snorted at his words. "I'm pretty sure only the Dragon Balls could fix what was left of him. There wasn't even a head left."
Several more moments of silence passed between the group, before Izuku decided to speak up next. "...So what's gonna happen to you now?" It was quite clear with his injuries that All Might would eventually have to retire, but when that happened...it was obvious that the resulting power vacuum would be disastrous as the crime rate was simply because of his presence as a hero.
"I've got a whole lot of fight left in me, kid, so don't worry," Toshinori replied. "I can still use ki, and I even got an artificial lung transplant from Capsule Corp." He paused for a moment to consider his next words, before continuing. "But first, let me tell you a story about my Quirk...and where I got it from."
Fifteen Years Old
"Do I really have to wear this?"
"Izuku," Gohan reprimanded. "You know you can't just wear your training gi everywhere you want, right?"
Izuku slightly rolled his shoulders with a grimace before tugging on the collar of his tuxedo. "I know...but does it have to be so tight? I can barely move in this thing." When Hisashi had returned to Japan for his one-month leave of absence, he surprised his family with tickets to the annual Hero Fundraising Gala in Hosu, leading to Izuku staying in a hotel room with Gohan, and his parents in another.
And as uncomfortable as he was wearing such tight clothes, Izuku was not about to pass up the chance to meet some Pro Heroes.
Gohan hummed in response as he gave his grandson a once-over. "Well, it'll have to do for now," he said. "You'll need to get a new one soon. And look on the bright side," He clapped Izuku on the shoulder as they turned to look their reflections in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. "You'll be catching the attention of every young woman in the room."
"Grandpa..." Izuku whined, as he amusedly noted how his grandfather reached only up to his shoulder. For years, even though his career as a hero was all but cemented, he thought that he would forever be fated to have the height of a four-year-old. He had even suffered quite a substantial amount of bullying during much of primary and middle school, but he mostly ignored it from the knowledge that he could easily fight back if anyone ever tried anything.
That didn't mean it never stung, however; it was just he cared more about fighting and becoming stronger at the end of the day.
He never really showed it, but he was secretly very relieved when he finally got his growth spurt after becoming a teenager, although he could've gone without the pains and awkward hormones that came with his body deciding to change in such a short period of time. But now at fifteen years old, he stood at a comfortable five-foot-eight, and was still growing.
A sudden knock on the door caused the two to cease their conversation as Gohan walked over to open it, revealing Hisashi and Inko waiting on the other side and also aptly dressed for the occasion. "Hey. You two ready?"
"Just about," Gohan replied, before motioning for Izuku to follow him. "Come on, Izuku."
"Hold on a second," Izuku said, as he tied the laces on his dress shoes while simultaneously quickly finishing his half-eaten DynoBar, before he moved to follow his parents and grandfather outside of the hotel, where Hisashi hailed a taxi.
When they finally arrived at their destination and had gotten their invitations validated, the family of four proceeded through the main lobby of the building where the gala was being held, marveling at how posh and sophisticated everything looked. Soon after, Hisashi and Inko had splintered off to speak with a few of his business associates, leaving Izuku and Gohan to awkwardly walk around and mingle with some of the lesser-known heroes.
The former, however, was particularly doing everything in his power to not fanboy at the sight of so many Pro Heroes gathered in one place, and even spotted a few of the Top Ten (most notably Hawks's wings and Miruko's ears), while the latter lit up at the sight of one of his former pupils.
"Hey! Gohan-sensei!"
At hearing someone say his grandfather's name, Izuku turned to see a rather large man wearing a Viking-esque horned helmet. He instantly recognized him as Ox King: the Number Five Pro Hero and a close friend of All Might's. However, the sight of one of the heroes he looked up to was momentarily brushed off to the side by the sight of a girl that looked to be around his age walking beside him.
"Man, you're a sight for sore eyes," the man greeted, as he leaned in to hug Gohan. "How's the family?"
"I'm doing quite well, Ushiyama-kun," Gohan replied, before clapping a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "My grandson's just about to start his first year of high school."
At this, Ox King turned to Izuku with a grin. "So you're the Izuku Sensei always talks about," he began, giving him a slight bow, before gesturing to himself and the girl next to him. "Nice to meet you. Name's Yaoyorozu Ushiyama, and this is my daughter Momo."
"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I-it's nice to meet you both, too!" Izuku replied with a much deeper bow.
"Well, I do say you're looking quite lovely, Momo-san," Gohan spoke up. "Your mother's dress suits you perfectly."
Momo gave him a light smile as she gave him a light bow. "Thank you, Son Gohan-sama. I've heard quite a lot about you from my father."
"Now, now, no need to use that honorific here," he then said with a slight shake of his head. "Just 'Gohan-san' is fine."
"Of course."
A moment of awkward silence passed through the group, before Gohan spoke again. "Anyway, why don't we take some time to catch up, and these two get to know each other?" he offered to Ushiyama.
"Uh, sure," the man replied. "As long as Momo's fine with it."
"I am, dad."
"Uh, same here," Izuku piped up. With a nod from his grandfather, the two men began to walk away, though Izuku looked responded with a confused glance when Gohan patted his shoulder and subtly winked at him.
"So," Momo began, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Are you planning on taking the Hero Course?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," Izuku replied. "My grandpa's been teaching me martial arts since I was little, and I also started learning from his teacher a few years ago."
Momo hummed in response as she picked up two glasses of sparkling cider from a nearby table and handed one to him. "I'll admit, I've asked my father several times over the years if I could train under Muten Roshi as he had," she began, before grimacing. "But then I found out about what the man was like, and...well, you get the picture."
Izuku nodded in understanding at the mention of his mentor's perverted antics. "Yeah...he can get a bit much, sometimes."
"But I digress," she continued. "Will you be taking the general or the recommended exam?"
"I'm not really sure," he replied, taking a sip of the cider. "I know a family friend wants to recommend me, but I also wanna prove myself and get in with my own power, you know?"
"I can understand that," Momo replied. "Though my Quirk isn't very well suited to what my father told me he's had to face. Is it still robots?"
"Last I checked, yeah," Izuku said. "Um, what is your Quirk, if you don't mind me asking?"
Momo then proceeded to explain how 'Creation' functioned, which caused Izuku to go off on a muttering tangent about how versatile it was and all of the different situations it could be used for. He was eventually snapped out of his thoughts, though she was more amused than annoyed. In return, he explained what his own power was, making sure to pass everything off as a sudden mutation, even showing her his tail that he was using as a belt for his pants.
Their conversation then turned to the Pro Heroes, and when Momo brought up All Might's Quirk, Izuku had to maintain caution in fear of accidentally revealing something about One For All that he wasn't supposed to.
"Pardon the interruption," a new voice broke in. "But I was hoping if I could borrow your companion for a moment, miss." Izuku turned to his side to see a man with what was possibly the longest hair he had ever seen, with it reaching down to his legs.
"...All right," Momo replied, before turning back to Izuku. "I hope we can continue this conversation later, Midoriya-san."
"Me too, Yaoyorozu-san." With a smile and a nod, she turned around and began to walk away, leaving the man to take a good look at Izuku before he finally spoke.
"Damn, you really do look just like him."
Izuku could only blink back in confusion at the strange statement. "...Huh?"
"Sorry, that probably sounds weird," the man said with a chuckle. "But does the name 'Kakarotto' ring any bells?"
"Uh...no?"
"Hm...what about 'Saiya-jin?'"
Izuku's gaze immediately hardened at the mention of his race. "How do you know about the Saiya-jins?"
The man smirked in reply as he crossed his arms. "Straight to the point, eh? Well, my name's Raditz, and I'm your brother. From your birth family."
I know you're going to ask if Roshi taught All Might how to bulk up, and the answer is yes.
Ushiyama = Ox Mountain (|Ox| King of Fire |Mountain|). I have quite a few more of these name puns planned.
Think of the DynoBar as a DynoCap/Hoi-Poi Capsule but in food form (i.e. a granola bar that can store 2-3 meals' worth of nutrients and calories). I'm debating on whether or not to make Hisashi the one who pitched the idea.
If you didn't already get it from the scene and the pairings, I have decided to combine Chi-Chi and Momo into one character. And if the conversation felt awkward at all, then sorry, but I couldn't really summarize and use exposition there like I normally do.
I was very unsure about skipping all the way to 15 years old, but I will be spending more time over the next three years of his life as he grows stronger and discovers more about himself (U.A. is a university here).