Somewhere, high above the skies, on a soon to be concluding plane ride…
Resting in a comfy leather seat, Master Roshi, clad in a sharp, dark business suit and well-fashioned hat, suddenly stirred awake from his short nap to the soothing voice of a female attendant making an announcement over the aircraft intercom.
"Attention passengers, we'll be arriving soon at Musutafu Airport on Honshu Island, where the famed U.A. Sports Festival is being held. Please fasten your seat-belts."
Right across the aisle, Yamcha, wearing a fashionable tan coat, glanced as his seat-mate, Puar. "Wow, I can't believe this'll be our first time seeing the U.A. Sports Festival. It's crazy to think that Goku just finished participating in the 22nd Tenka-Ichi Budokai, and now he's doing this."
The furry creature, his best friend, giggled and waved her arms in excitement. "It's all so overwhelming! I can't wait to see Goku-san again, Yamcha-sama!"
Having just competed in the last martial arts tournament alongside Goku, Yamcha was pleasantly surprised to hear that his old rival was actually making friends his own age, again.
Sitting behind them, Bulma chuckled and closed the reading material on her tablet. "FUFFUFFU… thinking about how tough he was during the tournament, I wonder if Goku's gotten somehow even stronger." In stark contrast with her teenage years, Bulma now had shorter hair and a far more mature look. She also wore an opened up orange sweatshirt, a red shirt underneath, white skirt, orange socks and blue shoes with bright orange laces.
"Hah," Oolong, sitting next to Bulma, grinned, "that kid never ceases to amaze me."
Across from Bulma, a blonde vixen, wearing a black top with green pants, panicked out loud, while violently squirming in her seat. "UUUUUH! Whe-whenever I ride a plane, it makes me wanna hijack it…!"
"P-Please restrain yourself, Launch!" Sitting next to her, the Turtle desperately tried his best to calm down the girl with the violent, explosive personality. Launch joined the others at Kame house less than four years ago, the result of Goku's blunder at trying to find the old perverted Master Roshi a girlfriend.
"W-Whatever! Say, that Tien fella is comin' too, right?!" Launch glanced over at Bulma.
"I got extra tickets for both him and Chiaotzu, so hopefully they'll still take up my offer." Bulma smiled back. Tien Shinhan, a disciplined, reclusive and heavily devoted martial artist, was one of the strongest Earthlings next to Goku. He was originally a student of the Crane School who desired revenge against Goku for defeating his mentor, Mercenary Tao, but quickly realized he was on the wrong side thanks to some friendly advice from Master Roshi.
As a flight attendant approached the unique group to peacefully sort out the commotion, Master Roshi stopped her, beading tiny balls of sweat. "H-Hey stewardess lady," he stammered, clearly in some from of distress, "I gotta go poop!" Suddenly, he blurted out.
"Huh?!" The young woman was understandably taken aback from the old geezer's childish-like request. "I-I'm terribly sorry, but we will be landing shortly, so could you please hold it in for a little more…?"
"Roger!" Master Roshi shouted, while shaking profusely. "P-Please land this thing quickly!" He wiggled in his seat, feeling the the full force of the uncomfortable constipation. "MUMUMU… UKUKUKUH…!"
Everyone else, unbelievably embarrassed by the old man's actions, quietly pretended like they simply didn't know him. They would be landing soon, so they could wait it out. Thanks to Bulma's influence, the group managed to obtain prime seating for the upcoming sports festival, and everyone was excited to see their good friend, Son Goku, in action, once again!
Further in the city of Musutafu. The two weeks of rigorous training and preparation flew right on by for our newly-introduced heroes…
Overhead, a flock of birds soared high in the light-blue sky. It was mid-morning, and just outside the archway of the U.A. main entranceway, a dense crowd camped around the external walls, awaiting the epic, grandeur spectacle of a day to come.
A young reporter sighed, surrounded by her fellow colleagues, as she glanced at the the time on her watch. "This security check's taking forever…"
Three hours had passed and barely anyone had gotten through into the school or stadium yet. Her cameraman shrugged, simultaneously wiping a smudge of grease off his camera lens. "No helping it, boss. They're on guard after that villain attack, and a lot of people are speaking out against the event this year."
"Controversy means higher ratings for us," she spun around, a fiery determination lit in her eyes, "and at the center of it all Class 1-A! Today's the day of the U.A. Sports Festival! Nothing gets more exciting than this, baby!"
Amongst the festival stalls, three Pro Heroes walked together while chatting…
"Given that they always put their experience to good strategic use and give it their all for this last chance, the third-years usually take center stage… yet all eyes are on the first-years this time around. Ain't it somethin'?" Death Arms, a tall, muscular hero, commentated as he and the other two heroes continued their set patrol.
The man besides Death Arms responded with a slight nod. "I would have liked to do some scouting of my own." Kamui Woods, a popular hero amongst the higher rankings, crossed his arms, suddenly regretting his usage of time. Known for being quite serious and focused as a hero, he could get easily depressed when someone took his glory or credit on the job.
Death Arms shrugged. "Whaddya gonna do. They asked us to take security detail."
"Looks like they called in Pro Heroes from all over the country." Walking in front of the two, a beautiful, voluptuous young woman, Mt. Lady, reported as she glanced around the busy area, while snacking on a box of fresh takoyaki. She had purple eyes and long, voluminous, creamy blonde hair curled into two strands to frame her face.
"I still can't believe you did that to that poor guy…" Kamui Woods sighed, referring to an earlier incident where Mt. Lady had used her immense sexual appeal to snag a free snack from an innocent, wooed vender.
The cute Pro Hero simply turned around and shot Kamui Woods an adorable wink.
Meanwhile, in the Class 1-A Prep Room, everyone patiently awaits the hour…
"Huh, so this is what y'all wear?" Goku grinned as he easily hopped up and down in the school gym uniform: a blue tracksuit with thick white lines over the upper body and legs, which form the letters "UA". Instead of a traditional gi, he went with what his fellow classmates were wearing.
"Oh my God, you're so cute in that getup!" Mina squealed in delight as she grabbed Goku from behind, cuddling him as if he were an oversized teddy bear. It only took a few weeks, but Goku was already a welcome member of the classroom.
"Would you stop hogging him?! He's not a child!" Stella quickly pried Goku away from Mina like a young girl hogging her favorite toy.
"What, you jealous?" Mina grinned deviously.
"N-No! I'm just annoyed, that's all!" The crimson princess blushed and shouted back.
"Why do people keep pulling me around?" Goku asked, yet to no proper avail.
"Is everyone good and ready?! The event's about to begin soon!" Iida loudly announced, to nobody's surprise. No matter the scenario, he took his role as class representative seriously, perhaps even a little too much so.
"Wish I could've worn my costume." Kaminari lamented, while leaning his weight back in a folding chair. Today, everyone in Class 1-A wore the standard gym uniform.
"They're not allowed, in the interest of fairness." Tokoyami responded from across the table that many of the students were sitting at.
Meanwhile, as the students conversed, Deku tried his best to keep his composure together, unknowingly finding himself in a strange, constant pace around the room. His usual nerves were getting to him, but he couldn't find a way to part away with his anxieties.
"Midoriya." Suddenly, a cold voice brought him back to reality, and he turned around to face one of his fellow classmates. He was tall and built, with longish hair, evenly split between white on the right and crimson on his left, a adequate reflection his Quirk. A crude burn scar ran over his turquoise left eye, unlike his greyed right eye.
"Todoroki… what is it?" Deku was genuinely surprised. Focused and unemotional, Todoroki was a lone wolf who preferred to keep to himself instead of hanging out with other people. Like Momo and Goku, he was of the few who were accepted into U.A. through official recommendations.
"Objectively speaking… I'm stronger than you. More capable."
"Huh?!" His words ran through Midoriya like the ice. "S-sure…" Everyone in the class froze like a rock, drawn into the potential bout between the two classmates.
Todoroki slightly leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "All Might's got his eyes on you, doesn't he."
Deku's eyes widened, but he didn't speak. Goku, too, stopped to listen in on the conversation.
"Now I'm not about to pry into why that is, but I will beat you."
"OOH! A deceleration of war from the strongest in the class?!" Kaminari hollered, utterly shocked. Everyone else was also astounded by Todoroki's sudden, last-minute words.
"Hey, man," Kirishima quickly stood, trying to diffuse the situation, "why pick a fight now?! We're about to go on…"
Todoroki didn't let him finish. "I really don't care. I'm not pretending to be anyone's friend, here." He turned back to face Midoriya. "Got it?"
Deku glanced down at the floor, then tightly balled his fists. He had to speak up from himself. "Todoroki, I'm not sure why you felt the need to tell me you'll beat me. You're clearly stronger… and I can't measure up to most of the others here in skill. Objectively speaking, even…"
"Don't be so negative, Midoriya. No need…" Again, Kirishima tried to ease the situation, and yet…
"But…!" Midoriya, suddenly, shouted. "Everyone… even the kids from the other courses are aiming for the top. And I'm… well, let me say this. I'm not gonna fall behind." He looked back up at Todoroki, straight into his eyes, boiling with unrelenting determination.
"I'm going for it too. With everything I've got!"
"…" Todoroki was a smidgen taken aback, but quickly straightened himself out. "Right."
Somewhere in the background of the shocked class, Bakougo scowled and Goku smiled. To tell the world that they were here and ready, the future-heroes were ready to give the sports festival their complete all.
The first event of the U.A. Sports Festival begins, next time, on "Gotta Heed The Call Of Magic Dragon Balls!"