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Goku: Happy birthday, buddy. I hope this chapter brightened up your day

Fun fact: Contrary to popular belief, Bulma does not have a surname. The name "Briefs" is a misconception on the dub's part. Since titles often go in conjunction with last names and Bulma's family are all named after underwear, they assumed Brief was meant to be Briefs and that it was Dr Brief's last name. In actuality, the name Brief has always just been Bulma's Dad's 1st name. Goku's family remains the only significant characters we've seen in the series with a surname. This is how Videl was able to suss out that Gohan was Goku's son, because it's considered old-fashion to have surnames in the DBZ world.

June 7th, 2014.

It had been a couple of months since Goku and his deputy, Yaoyorozu, were elected as Class president and vice respectively back in April. They were to partly organize field trips or bring ideas to the table but for the most part, they were just the face of the class. Considering they were indisputably the strongest and smartest students of the class in that respective order, it suited everyone else just fine. Even Bakugo hadn't taken an issue with Goku toppling him to the hotspot of leader, but considering he hadn't accumulated even a single vote most could guess where his one went.

Midoriya had kept up with his rigorous daily training under Goku's tutelage. Goku would also teach him the true meaning of Roshi's Martial Arts philosophy on their one day off, Sunday. He even worked up the courage to venture out to Kyoto and other such prefectures independently using a portion of his Quirk's power that his much-improved body could now handle, delivering milk, ploughing fields or even swimming across a huge pool of water while being chased by a shark before lugging his tired body home and dropping off his turtle shell before school starts.

The usual unanimous students often parting like Jesus halving the ocean merely flinched, more so out of habit when Goku elegantly landed with Mina curled happily in his arms. Some even readied their phones to snap a quick photo of the two. It was all about that traction on Chatter, after all.

"Never get tired of that," Mina smiled, pulling Goku into a long, deep kiss, moaning into the tavern of his mouth and caressing his delicate cheekbones with her thumbs. They parted after, Mina hopping from his arms and instantly looping hers back around his right after.

They rendezvoused with their friends Kaminari and Hagakure by the entrance and made their way to their homeroom class, stepping through its barrier and seating themselves in their designated desks.

Aizawa was all business, as usual, instantly ejecting their costumes of heroism from the wall to their right with a push of a button under his desk, "We're going on a field trip today," He mumbled, immediate interest filling their gazes like an inflating hot air balloon. The metaphorical balloon symbolizing their anticipation then burst when their sensei whipped out a laminated card with the word RESCUE printed across it in big, capitalized blue letters, "Suit up or not and rendezvous outside. Today's activity is rescue training. It's up to you what you wear."

A chorus of loud, colourful cheers exploded throughout the classroom as though it were the 5th of November all over again.

"Rescue training!" Mina bubbled, cuddling Goku's neck.

"Sounds fun. I hope there's gonna be someone strong to fight." Goku said, a smirk gleaming across his visage.

Goku stepped out into the open air of the outside world, adjusting the straps of the wristbands of his signature orange turtle school uniform for good measure.

He predictably found the light overpowered by a brighter source, the pink blur of his ever excitable fiancée barrelling toward him full force, "Goku-chan!" She squealed, tightly clinging to him and snaking her arms behind his neck.

"Hey, Mina," He greeted, surveying her distinctively different dressed figure to everyone else curiously, "You're not wearing your costume?"

Indeed, Mina wasn't donning the outfit she sported during their combat training and instead wore the official U.A. gym clothes, "Oh, that?" She said, a grin breezing onto her face, "I didn't like it so I scrapped it. It clashed too much with my looks." A bead of sheepish sweat rolled over her forehead at the admission, "They said they'd fix me up something even cooler, though!"

"It looked fine to me."

A fond roll of the eyes proceeded, "Hobo clothes would've looked alright to you." Her grin was redecorated with a teasing tint. "Sweetie, I love you but let's just say I don't value your opinion on fashion." She held a piece of Goku's slightly chubby cheeks, the last resides of his baby fat.

"Guess that's fair," Goku snickered without shame, "I'll wear anything as long as it's comfy."

"Hm-mmm!" Mina's aura of innocent satisfaction flared brightly around her, "Thought so. Now, carry me?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Goku's waist. Goku shrugged, traversing their way to a green and white single-decker bus, much to her delight as she clung lovingly against him.

The suited Uraraka and Midoriya blankly watched the lovebirds ascend the steps of their carriage.

"Um, those two are really confident, aren't they?" The red-cheeked brunette inquired, pointing a finger at the couple.

"Uh. I don't think it's that." Midoriya offered, likewise stunned witnessing Goku and Mina's brazen open affections in public, "They're just not aware that others might be watching them." A seed of envy sprouted in his heart and try as he might to suppress its growth, it rose to the gigantic shape and height of a beanstalk. What he wouldn't give to be as blissfully oblivious as them. Uraraka wouldn't fluster him nearly as much.

The gravity girl sighed, a hint of uneasiness dispelling from her lungs, "So they're airheads," She said. "Must be nice to be so carefree with the one you love." A smile emerged, lifting her round cheeks up at the sight of the tailed boy and horned girl seated together, a pink head resting on an orange shoulder whilst a furred brown tail curled cutely around her, "Right, Deku-kun?" She turned to him, wide eyes shining with innocent curiosity.

"R-Right!" He stammered, averting his rapidly reddening face trying to do its best impression of a tomato in the rain, "I-I m-mean I wouldn't really know! I really never thought of it like that!" He hurried, voice raising with every syllable as he hid his red-hot face behind the palms of his hands.

Uraraka watched him in warm amusement.

U.A. was a very impressive structure, it had to be said. Its landmass alone was twice the size of his hometown of Kamurocho, being so big the students with powers unlike his had to take buses around its sprawling landscape just to traverse from place to place. Like right now, for instance. They had only just left the main campus, travelling along the road of the school's gigantic landmass.

Goku and Mina sat in the back seat by the window for the duration of the ride, the pink-skinned girl's head perched on his shoulder and his tail wrapped around her like a warm blanket. They listened to their classmates conversing in the side seats upfront. Poor Midoriya was the subject of some interest when Asui brought up the similarities between his Quirk and All Might's, but thankfully Kirishima came to his rescue, citing All Might doesn't get injured whenever he uses his Quirk.

The conversation then shifted to the nature of flashy and powerful Quirks and a hero's popularity when Kirishima mentioned his ability wasn't flashy enough to appease the masses, eventually citing Son, Bakugo and Todoroki had power and the aesthetics in the bags in relation to their Quirks. Asui brazenly offered her two cents regarding Bakugo's potential popularity, casually stating he wouldn't be that popular given his anger issues, which he proved by snapping at her.

Asui cheekily quipped back at him, propping Kaminari to lob his own taunt at the raging blond, leaving Midoriya trembling in disbelief that the seemingly invincible Bakugo of their former Elementary preschool and middle school was the subject of ridicule.

They truly were in a whole other pond, one far wider than the small one Bakugo used to tower over.

All pleasantry and amusement at Bakugo's expense curtained when Aizawa announced they had arrived at their destination. The bus pulled up outside a huge stadium-sized, dome-shaped building with a white egg-dome glass roof, releasing the marvelling students in short order.

A pudgy figure clad in a bloated spacesuit with yellow gloves and boots awaited them outside the sprawling establishment, "Everyone, I've been waiting for you." A feminine voice floated through the figure's pitch-black helmet. A pair of whited sclera with no pupils cutting through the vast darkness of her helmet remained the only things visible on her headgear.

They gasped in recognition.

"It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The gentlemanly hero who's rescued tons of people from disasters!" Midoriya gushed, holding his hands over his mouth.

"Oh, I love Thirteen!" Uraraka exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Without further delay, let's go inside."

"Look forward to working with you!"

"Whoaaaaaaa!" Goku exclaimed. That about summed up everyone's sheer amazement walking through the huge gates of Thirteen's training facility, a sprawling land awash with five sets of different natural disasters beyond a purple tiled pathway leading to an enormous staircase, "It's like an amusement park!" An amusement park of natural disasters. Just another example of U.A. flexing its elite status as though it were a bodybuilder's perfect figure.

"A shipwreck." Thirteen started, shifting their view to a pool of water and a lone boat. "A fire." Next, she pointed dramatically toward a mini burning neighbourhood block, "A storm." Then to another cast in a thick, ferocious downpour, "A landslide." Half of a buried building sat wedged on top of a small cliff, "Et cetera." Lastly, a minuscule mountain range overlooked everything.

She spun back to her audience appreciating her work in awe, "It's a training ground I made with different types of accidents and disasters!" She said. Lucozade had nothing on her energy at this point, "It's called Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Or USJ for short!" She finished, thrusting her arm outward and balancing on a toe.

Aizawa approached her, hands tucked into his pockets. He asked brusquely, "Where's All Might?"

"About that," She adjusted her feet before holding up three fingers, the meaning of which only Midoriya and Aizawa got. She stepped into his private space, speaking low enough that only they could hear, "It seems he did too much hero work on the way here and used up all of his power."

"That's the height of irrationality," He replied, glancing off to the side, "Well, we took precautions just in case. Oh well. Can't be helped. Let's just begin.'

"Let's see. Before we begin, let me just say one thing. Or two, or three, or four, or five…"

'It's increasing.' A deadpanned thought circulated through the minds of nearly everyone present.

"Everyone, I am sure most of you are aware of my Quirk, Black Hole." Thirteen said, conjuring the image of a black hole in her mind's eye, "I can suck up everything and turn it to dust."

Goku wasn't aware of this potentially lethal power, but as was already established he never paid any attention to the happenings around his new world unless something particularly caught his interest. He hadn't done so in his previous life either. Really, the only thing he kept up with these days was the latest games because gaming was fun.

Contrasting his total indifference to society's heroes was his fitness student's geeky enthusiasm, "You've been able to use that Quirk to save people from all kinds of disasters, right!?" Midoriya praised while Uraraka nodded in rapid succession at his side. They resembled a pair of adoring otakus admiring one of their favourite celebrities.

"Yes, but it is a power that can just as easily kill," That earnest admission doused their fires, "Some of you have Quirks like that, right? In a superhuman society, personal Quirks have been certified and stringently regulated, so that it doesn't seem like a problem at first glance." She continued, "However, do not forget that there are many Quirks that can just as easily kill with one wrong step. With Aizawa's physical fitness tests, you found out about the possibility of your hidden power and with All Might's person-to-person combat training, I think you experienced the dangers of using those powers against others. This class is a fresh start. You shall learn how to use your Quirks to save people's lives. You do not have powers so you can harm others."

The trio of Iida, Midoriya and Uraraka especially were paying her apt attention.

"I hope you leave here with the understanding that you have powers in order to help others." She dipped her upper body mid-way, crossing an arm over her torso and holding out the other horizontally, "That is all I wanted to say. Thanks for listening."

Goku simply smiled in acknowledgement while most of his classmates applauded Thirteen's spiel with a spirited cheer. It was a good speech even if he didn't agree with most of what she was saying. One thing was for certain, though, and that was he wanted to protect Mina and his friends, so in that sense, he understood the gist of what Thirteen was saying. He just wasn't sure if he would purposely go out of his way to assist total strangers if a fight weren't involved.

"All right then, first-." Whatever Aizawa was about to instruct had to be put on stand-by for a more pressing matter, namely every single light abruptly being short-circuited by a jolt of electricity, causing the students to baulk. The tired sensei hastily searched for the disturbance, normally half-lidded gaze dilating when the water of a flowing fountain parted briefly, permitting entry to a black shadowy wisp-like entity with dark purple trim. Its lone flame tongue appearance expanded, stretching to the width of a long wall.

And one by one a dozen eerie individuals stepped through the darkness, soaked in killing intent.

Goku's expression hardened.

"Don't move!" Aizawa ordered, surprising his students with his haste, "Thirteen, protect the students!"

Kirishima peered a worried look over in the direction of the gathering army, "What's that?"

"They're bad guys," Goku answered him coolly, strolling forward as if on auto-pilot instinct.

Kirishima paled, as did most of everyone else, "Bad guys!" Goku nodded and he shifted his gaze at the assembled army in newfound fright, "B-But how'd they get in?"

"Dunno," A small smirk carved itself across the hard stone of Goku's impassive visage, "But that's why I'm gonna fight them." He stated, leaving everyone stunned at the sheer confidence he radiated. What should've been a terrifying situation for first-year students barely out of Junior High, he found riveting, emitting nothing but overflowing belief with every step he took forward.

"Don't!" Their sensei commanded, but Goku didn't obey, continuing forward to the waiting mass of villains who wouldn't hesitate to tear him a new one, striding forward with measured, nonchalant footsteps, as though he were taking a casual stroll in the park with Mina. Aizawa couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could he be so arrogant to think he could handle villains? Aizawa didn't know what fuelled the boy's quiet confidence, but he knew he had to stop him.

"Stay back!" His widened eyes flared a scarlet red, dirty scarf flinging out, quickly imprisoned by the open palm of the boy who didn't even turn around to face him, "What!?" He was sure his eyes were extending even higher if were possible, 'I'm positive I erased his Quirk! So then…' He remembered the boy's childhood sweetheart referring to his abilities as his power during his Quirk Assessment Test, not his Quirk. 'He hasn't got a Quirk!'

"Why?" Goku asked, turning his head over his shoulder and frightening his sensei with the complete lack of emotion evident in his eyes.

"Those are villains!" The long raven-haired man said, as if that explained everything, desperately trying to reel in his insubordinate student, but no matter how hard he pulled Goku wouldn't even budge. Not even an inch. "Do… Do you understand the gravity of the situation, Son?"

"Yeah." The tailed boy replied impassively, releasing his grip on his scarf, much to the scarlet eyed man's relief, "That's why I'm gonna fight 'em."

"Don't be so arrogant!" Aizawa snapped, "You couldn't possibly know what it's like to face real villains!"

"I do," Goku insisted.

"Prove it." Aizawa deadpanned.

Silence.

Class A's homeroom sensei heaved a deep sigh, "Look Son, it may be true that you're capable of some truly great things but you're still just a fifteen-year-old kid barely out of Junior High. Don't waste your potential. Stand down and let me hold down the fork until reinforcements arrive." He looked him in the eye. "Please."

Goku looked back and forth between his concealed pleading look and Mina's more prominent one then back to the warp gate, gaze zooming in one particular muscular dark blue-skinned bad guy. He… or most likely it – looked like the gross grotesque experiment of the incredible Hulk gone incredibly wrong, a perpetual insane glow in its eyes, a strange dimmed golden beak over its smiling mouth and red lacerations all over its arms as though it had been stitched horrifyingly together. It wore straw-coloured long shorts and skull-shaped shin guards.

The most disturbing thing about the creature was that its brain was exposed to the world.

It felt nowhere near as powerful as the famed big green guy of the west but it still could've broken Aizawa in half like a twig if it got its hands on him. Once it engaged his teacher, that would be the time to strike to protect him. For now, he would bottle up his frustrations over being babied, vacuum up an intake of calming air through his nostrils and step down. It probably wouldn't benefit him in the long haul to disobey his teachers.

"Fine." Goku said, stepping aside Aizawa, "But if things get hairy, I'm stepping in." He assured, walking back to his fellow stunned peers and grumpily sitting down leg-crossed beside Mina's leg like a petulant child.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Aizawa replied sarcastically, resting his eyes for a moment. He checked his phone to see the no reception signal and hashed out orders, "Kaminari! Try getting in touch with the school with your Quirk! It seems the enemy has someone with an interference Quirk within their camp."

"Uh, right!" Kaminari snapped to attention, pressing a hand to the radio device cupping his right ear, "Shit. I can't get through either." He grimaced.

"Does that mean they've disabled the trespasser sensors?" Yaoyorozu inquired, worriedly peering over to the astronaut sensei, "Sensei."

"It would seem so," Thirteen clarified, "We certainly have them, of course, but..."

"Did they only appear here or around the whole school?" The heterochromatic boy propped up, hair half red and half white, representing his two inherited Quirks. With one half of his body being a plain beige uniform with a white undershirt and white pants and the other encased in thick ice with an ominous glowing red eye above its frozen walls, he bared a striking resemblance to the terminator, "Either way, if the sensors are not responding, that means they have someone with a Quirk like that. An isolated area separated from the main campus, during a time when a class is supposed to be here. They may be fools but they're not dumb. This surprise attack was carefully planned with some sort of goal in mind."

Aizawa turned to Thirteen, "Begin evacuating the students, Thirteen!" A quick glance at Son sulking on the floor told him he wouldn't be moved even if he ordered him to, so he factored that in his plans, "Just leave Son, though." Thirteen nodded sharply.

"What about you, Aizawa-sensei?" Midoriya offered worriedly, "Eraserhead's fighting style is suited to capturing and restraining the enemy after a surprise attack. Group battles aren't your forte."

In response to his student's valid point regarding his weakness, the Erasure hero slid down the yellow goggles hanging over his forehead over his eyes, "You can't be a pro with only one trick." He said, springing into action with a single leap and demonstrating some impressive hand-to-hand skill despite Midoriya's concerns.

"Do you think Aizawa-sensei is going to be alright?" Mina asked her beloved, standing by his side with her arms wrapped behind her back while their peers followed Thirteen toward the exit.

"He'll be fine as long as that bird-guy doesn't get involved," Goku explained, drawing Mina's attention to the muscled monster. She recoiled. "That guy's about as strong as Might-sensei." Honestly, their sensei really didn't stand a ghost of a chance against it.

Mina gasped breathlessly, "As strong as All Might…" She repeated, tilting her head to Goku's silent contemplative look. "Think you can take it?"

Goku didn't respond, but a smirk moulding itself across his stony countenance let Mina feel the light breeze of his unspoken confidence twirling around her. Her smile brightened, "Right! Nothing can beat you."

The descending footsteps of their evacuating classmates abruptly stopped. They perked up, turning around to see a towering wispy pitch-black flame of smoke blocking their exit to freedom, two yellow slits narrowing in a form of disapproval, "That warp guy," Goku frowned.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," The portal spoke in a deep, baritone male's voice, surprisingly courteous given his wicked intentions for them, "Greetings and salutations. We are the League of Villains. We were led to believe All Might would be here. Could there have been some mistake?" The gateway parted as though a Messiah had just cast an incantation from the heavens, a ferocious gale of wind blowing past everyone.

"Oh dear, that's dangerous," He said, undeterred by the hedgehog-haired boy's rapid display of super speed, reassembling himself. Even his classmates and Thirteen herself looked utterly bewildered seeing him on the other side of his body where previously, he had been sulking behind them.

Goku wasn't deterred either, isolating the only thing emitting his lifeforce; a peculiar silver long neck bracelet below his sunshine yellow eyes hidden by his waves of cloudy, dark mist. He could hide his clothes but unfortunately, he couldn't hide his energy from Goku's senses. With a leap, Goku reversed heel-smashed the warp gate's neckwear hard, slamming him to the feet of his astonished classmates with a pained grunt.

"W-What are you?" He stuttered, a panic colouring his tone. When the boy coolly stepped onto his neckwear as though he were in no rush, he felt like he had been handcuffed by the cops but held at gunpoint by the Yakuza, such was the immense intimidation he felt radiating from his jailor.

"Start talkin'," Goku demanded, opening all five fingers. A crystallized blue orb materialized on his palm, "How'd you know Might-sensei was gonna be here today? Whaddya plan to gain from it?"

"Please let me go," He pleaded.

"Answer me!" Goku snapped.

…

"Pretty please…"

Goku got off him.

"Young man, no!" Thirteen insisted frantically.

To his credit, Goku looked reluctant to release the villain even though he did, "And you're sure you're sorry?"

The gateway dusted himself off, wearing a grey buttoned vest over a white dress shirt and black slacks, resembling a sophisticated chauffeur of a rich family, "I am." He said, eyes slitting and body instantly reverting back to his warp form, "Sorry you're so naïve, that is."

Goku's gaze glowed in a wild-eyed look of fury as he rushed him again but this time he was ready, having opened up a vortex over his neckwear just before Goku charged him. The result: Goku flying headlong into a ready vortex and all but being absorbed into its mists before everyone's horrified eyes.

"Goku-chan!"

"You are far too dangerous to be left unattended, boy," The warp gate cited, shepherding Goku not only from U.A.'s grounds or even from its province itself, "Farewell."

"Goku-chan!" Mina cried, reaching out for her beloved but to no avail. The portal vanished as quickly as it came.

"That fool!" Todoroki reprimanded harshly, instantly falling into a stance out of reflex. The undisputed strongest among them had near effortlessly been marshalled away somewhere once he let his guard down, "How could he be so naïve?"

Kurogirl's glowing eyes slitted, "Now then, as for the rest of you."

Tokyo's Anti-Hero

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An Unstoppable Force of Nature

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Chapter 6

A long scream of instinctual fright accompanied Goku's journey through the surprisingly short trip through the endless darkness of the bad guy's power and then into more dark when he was spat out into the open. Wherever he was now, it was clear it was night-time as a crescent moon hung over its city. He was thanking his lucky stars it wasn't a full moon.

He got his bearings in order, stopping himself before he fell any further and ended up forming a massive crater in the ground, "Damn it! He tricked me!" He ranted, levitating leg-crossed in the air like a genie and monitoring his surroundings, "It's night-time here, huh? He musta sent me to the other side of the world." He grimaced, looking over the sprawling, gigantic buildings in annoyance. He rose higher, frown deepening when he spotted the distinctive lady-holding torch statue of the Big Apple, "New York, huh?"

He had been here. He had been almost everywhere in the world in search of exploration and adventure, often taking Mina on his back.

He rose two fingers to his brow, deep lines of an annoyed scowl entreching across it. A red-hot smouldering heat clouded his mind and try as he might, he couldn't dispel it to lock onto Mina's Ki/Quirk-signature "No good. Instant Transmission ain't gonna work like this."

A flaming blue lustre glinted around his body, "But I gotta get back on the double! No telling when that bird guy'll go on the attack! Gotta hurry!" Even if teleportation wasn't an option right now, his immense speed could never be taken off the table. Not taking any time to admire the sights, Goku booked it back to Japan, a long trail of crystalized blue trailing in the wake of his ferocious speed.

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(USJ)

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"I am sorry, he got me." A decimated and shredded Thirteen rasped lowly, pieces of her blown open astronaut costume scattering about in a slow breeze; her broken body falling to the ground before Mina and Uraraka's terrified eyes.

"Sensei!" Mina cried.

"Yours is an astounding Quirk, the ability to suck and convert everything to dust." Kurogirl complimented, "However, you're a rescue hero. You specialize in rescue operations. As such, your battle experience is less than half of a normal hero."

More than half of the students had been warped away to different parts of the training facility following Goku's forceful exit from the battlefield. Iida had managed to save Sato, Uraraka and himself from the ominous sphere of teleportation while Shoji used his massive body to cover Sero and Hagakure, successfully stopping the vortex from carrying them away. The rest had been scattered to different parts of the training area.

Thanks to Shoji's use of surveillance via sprouting extra eyes and ears on his Dupli arms, they discovered no one other than Goku had been dispersed elsewhere outside USJ. Mina wasn't too worried about her fiancée. Given his speed and flight usage, there shouldn't have been a place Kurogirl could've sent him to that would've left him stranded.

Sato growled, "Go, Iida!"

Iida hesitated, but then remembered Thirteen's words telling him to be a real hero. He swallowed his pride with a thick gulp, then galloped as fast as he could toward the exit doors, "Damn it!"

"One of the children who was not scattered," Kurogirl mused, appearing in front of him like a whirlpool, "We are only waiting for All Might. If the other teachers are summoned here, it will be hard for us."

A noisy explosion and the ear-splitting sound of crushing metal resounded throughout the area, causing Kurogirl to blanch.

"What!?" He baulked, whipping his flaming head around to a silhouette figure clad in the sprawling dust clouds generated by the eruption of the doors, 'How did reinforcements arrive so soon? Did one of the scattered children manage to find and defeat the one disrupting their communication devices?"

"That's enough!"

Kurogirl's glowing yellow orbs widened at the empowered demand, "But how?"

A relieved smile crept across Mina's face at the sight of her beloved emerging through the dust with slow, purposeful footsteps, an intense scowl etched upon his normally happy face, "Goku-chan!" She exclaimed, sitting on her knees by the damaged Thirteen with Uraraka and Hagakure.

"Sonny…"

"Son-kun…"

"Son-sama…"

"Son."

The others couldn't explain this peculiar yet not unwelcomed sensation engulfing them like a mother's comforting embrace. He should've been in the same boat as the rest of them; a mere youngster fresh out of Junior High, yet his mere presence brought an impossible aura of reassurance, like just him being there meant the day was won. Maybe because the villain had been frightened enough to teleport him miles away from USJ, but Hagakure, Uraraka, Iida, Sato, Sero and Shoji all felt the same warm shroud of assurance Mina no doubt felt.

And as they felt reassured, Kurogirl only fell into the depths of despair, "How have you managed to return within such a short timespan!? I sent you to the other side of the planet. That at least should've taken you seventy-two hours just to get back to Japan."

Goku flexed all five of his fingers to his horror, slamming him away to the other side of the room with the pure force of his invisible repulsion blast of energy.

"Son-sama." Iida flinched, slowly lowering his arms from the forceful gale that billowed above his head generated by Goku's hand, "Did you happen to call for backup by any chance?" He chanced, watching Goku saunter past him like he had all the time in the world, shaking his head in the negative.

"Nuh-uh." He uttered bluntly, "Don't worry, though." His gaze sheened in determination. "I'll win."

Somehow, he believed him, despite his brain screaming at him to just use this opportunity to run for the hills and warn the teachers they had been sneakily invaded, that Son was just a mere boy regardless of his extraordinary power. He was rooted to the spot, gaze frozen on the kanji-covered orange wall of Goku's back as he strolled forward, stopping by his girlfriend.

"You okay, Mina?" He asked, kneeling down to her, an unmistakable warmth softening his face.

Mina wiped a loose tear with the back of her finger, beaming smile still in place, "Am now!" She insisted, cuddling his head happily, "Now that you're here!"

Goku let her have her fill, then stood, expression hardening again, "That's a relief," He resumed walking, "Sit tight a minute. This'll be over in just a sec."

Mina saluted, "Aye aye, sir!"

Goku stood at the top of the massive stairway, monitoring the wreckage down below. The vessal of the shipwreck really embodied a wreck now, being eviscerated down the middle as though someone had taken a chainsaw and sliced it in half. A horde of dazed bad guys floated harmlessly downstream. Just his hunch, but he would wager his student had something to do about that considering he and Asui were on the edge of the body of water, in a spot of danger themselves.

The watered-down Hulk had Midoriya ensnarled in a powerful grip while a guy with multiple hands on his figure ominously had his hand extending toward Asui's face, the girl bravely choosing to try and reach for Midoriya with her long tongue than worry about her own safety.

"Well, well, well," The handsy man said, "I thought that noise above might have been signalling the heroic symbol of trash's arrival but it turns out it's just a brat with a tail."

Midoriya looked despairingly at Son's image standing defiantly atop the stairway, "Son-kun…" The world blurred like he had just been spun really fast and then, he was on the ground again, the red-tiled flooring of the entrance's pathway to be exact, "Huh?" He said, touching the red floor to make sure he wasn't just hallucinating.

"Whoa, Deku-kun! Tsu-chan! When'd you two get here?" He flinched at Uraraka's voice and turned to stare into her gaze of dumbfounded confusion.

"Uraraka-san?"

"I think Son-chan brought us here." Asui surmised, instantly proven right when the boy materialized in front of them cradling the absolutely battered and bloodied Aizawa in his arms, "Guess I was right. Ribbit."

"I'm sorry, Sensei. I shouldn't have listened to you," Goku murmured, setting Aizawa down to rest beside the unconscious Thirteen, drawing gasps from everyone present.

"Sensei!"

Aizawa looked beaten to hell and back. Both of his arms were damaged beyond relief. The right one was flaking off at the elbow and the left had been badly twisted like a doll. Not to mention blood caked his horribly busted visage, lacerations decorating his forehead.

"This is bad," Midoriya stated, voicing everyone's thoughts, "We need to get them help right away!"

"Yeah, I know," Goku assured, "I'm gonna finish this quickly, then we can call an ambulance for these two."

The implications of what he meant to do dawned on Midoriya, "But Son-kun! That thing took a full-powered sma-." He paused, "He took a full-powered punch and wasn't even hurt!"

"Yeah, I know. He's as strong as Might-sensei," He smiled, belief never once dwindling despite the admission and that left everyone speechless more than the actual statement itself, "Don't worry, though. I got this."

"Son-kun." Midoriya stared at his back.

Sato pointed a finger at Goku and glanced down at Mina, "Is he…" He swallowed like he was uttering some forbidden taboo, "…Saying he's stronger than All Might?"

Mina shrugged in happy indifference, "Probably. Honestly, Goku-chan's always been super strong." She stretched contentedly, "Ever since we were little he's been able to bust mountains like lego blocks."

Sato blanched, mirroring everyone else's horrified looks of surprise, "No way."

"Yes way."

"But wouldn't that make him a god or something?"

"Well, then I guess he's surpassed transcendence a long time ago."

Sato paled further, desperately clinging to the punchline of Mina's potential joke, but when her satisfied smile showed no signs of cracking, he resolved himself to watch Goku's encounter with the remaining bad guys, "Now this I gotta see." He took off toward the edge of the stairway.

"Me too!" Uraraka agreed firmly.

"Me three! I wanna see Sonny's true power, too!"

"Guess I'll go, too," Sero said with slightly less enthusiasm, caressing the back of his head, following after the three, "Being able to bust mountains sounds like something straight out of a comic book but then again, this is Son we're talking about. He's been pretty unbelievable from the start."

Iida stared in fretting worry at his peers as if trying to comprehend the insanity he was bearing witness to. His brain just kept insisting he should be running back full throttle toward the school to bring reinforcements, but his morbid curiosity couldn't be denied, "Damn it! Save a space for me, too."

"I guess everyone wants to see Son-kun's power," The messy green-haired boy mumbled blankly.

Mina giggled, springing to her feet and dusting herself off, "C'mon guys." She said to the remaining two, feeling reenergized, "Let's go watch Goku-chan kick butt."

"R-Right."

"Ribbit."

xXx

Moments before

xXx

"No, no, no," The handsy man muttered raspily, roughly scratching both sides of his neck in irritation. "A kid like that shouldn't exist." That display of speed he used to dematerialize and carry both his fellow classmates and the beaten Aizawa away was on the level of his Nomu. Such bullshit. There was no way a first-year freshman should've possessed that kind of immense power. It just occurred to him Kurogirl being catapulted across the area was probably his doing, too.

Speaking of his ride, he materialized beside him in a twirl of dark shadows, "Shigaraki Tomura," He announced, "It seems we've severely underestimated one of the children. I had initially dispersed him across the globe after he released me due to his naivety when he had me pinned down, but by whatever means he possesses, he used to speed back here within a few moments at best." The lights comprising his eyeballs narrowed, suggesting regret, "To add to that, one of the other children I couldn't disperse escaped the building. He's most likely on his way to call for backup as we speak."

Shigaraki's annoyance intensified, clawing at his reddening paled skin in newfound petulant frustration. The young man was a dishevelled mess already, uncombed, light blue hair falling to his shoulders and a severed, mechanical-looking hand covering his awfully wrinkled face and tinged yellow teeth. Other hands gripped his arms and the back of his head as though he was some kind of Frankenstein-like experiment. Uncaring of his appearance, he sported a creasy long midnight blue shirt, black pants and red sneakers with black laces.

All things considered, it looked as though he had aged well beyond his years, resembling a man in his early seventies than one in his early twenties.

"Kurogiri," He rasped, a red-eye peeking through the opened fingers of his face-hand shining in irritation, "If you weren't a warp gate I would crumble you."

"Forgive me." He bowed, "In any case, it would be wise to not underestimate the boy. I would recommend a tactical retreat."

"Now, now," Shigaraki said, "What's to fear? We still have the bio-engineered anti Symbol of Peace. The brat who flung you across this dump may possess All Might-level of speed but Nomu was designed to be the direct antithesis of that heroic Symbol of Trash." He lifted his arms skyward, a menacing, creepy grin etching itself across his face, "Let him try and take on my Nomu. He'll be an idiot." He baulked at the sudden materialization of his hated foe, narrowing a lone eye in annoyance.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Goku quipped impassively.

"I don't like when you do that!" Shigaraki said.

"You don't like that you're weak and have to rely on others like that guy to do your dirty work for you," The spiky head retorted, jerking a thumb to the silent dollar store Hulk.

Shigaraki's gaze widened, irritation boiling in his veins like poisonous acid, his adversary's smirk only increased his output like Warden Magellan's poison, "This is why I hate brats," He calmed, hashing out orders with a flick of his slender arm. "Nomu! Kill that brat now. He annoys me!"

The knockoff Hulk screeched incomprehensibly and vanished. The next thing Shigaraki knew and felt was the oh so satisfying noise and the windy storm of his bioengineered creature's power blasting into the head of that smart-mouthed brat, bending the trees to a curve, causing a tsunami in the lake as though an earthquake was happening and sending unconscious bodies flying everywhere like litters of garbage. It was a most glorious sight to behold. He could just imagine that cocky brat's headless body swaying backwards after Nomu crushed his head like a grape.

"Hahahaha!" Shigaraki sniggered, "Oi, Oi! Where's all that big talk now, br-?"

"That all?" Shigaraki recoiled, eyes widening hearing his hated foe's bored, dismissive voice floating through the cloud produced by his Nomu's power.

"What…" He murmured.

"That cannot be," Kurogiri whispered, a disquiet plummeting into the depths of his misty flesh. They waited with bated breath for the clouds to part. Their entirely negative expectations were not left disappointed, as much as it terrified them to be proven correct on this occasion. The boy remained perfectly intact with the fist of Shigaraki's Nomu wedged against it. There wasn't even a scratch on him. All Nomu had accomplished was turning his cheek aside.

Goku methodically straightened his face, revealing his look of disdain for the two. They paled. "You're gonna have to try harder if you wanna beat me."

"No…" Shigaraki rasped, taking an involuntary step back, "That's not fair. You cheated. Someone like you shouldn't exist. My Nomu is the bio-engineered anti Symbol of Peace. There's no way you can just withstand a punch from him."

Goku smirked, "Well, I guess you can just call me the anti-Nomu, then."

"That's not funny!" He said, drawing a smug snicker from the boy, "Nomu!"

Nomu screeched again, unloading on Goku with a relentless, unforgiving flurry with all the pent-up programmed fury of a gorilla, and every strike bounced harmlessly off of the dismissive Goku. It was as though he was hitting the hardest steel in the world. His fists were a blur, taking severe damage it recovered from within seconds after punching Goku.

"This is unbelievable," Kurogirl uttered, usual unbreakable composure shattering at the seams, "I never imagined there would be someone this strong and as a child no less. Nomu was designed to be as strong, if not, stronger than All Might and yet here this child is withstanding his punches as though he's standing in a harmless breeze."

Shigaraki rapidly scratched himself, "He's a cheat. He's nothing but a cheat code. Those hypocritical heroes. They've done the same thing we did with Nomu. They've created a being far stronger than the heroic Symbol of Trash. Whether he's bioengineered or infused with some kind of drug we don't know about is another matter. There's no way he could be that strong naturally."

When Goku reared his fist to finally strike back, Kurogirl's eyes dilated, "Get down, Shigaraki Tomura!" He warned, throwing himself on the top of his young leader, a swirling vortex materializing around them. The warp gate's impressive foresight proved correct. The instance Goku's fist made contact with Nomu's ribs, an immense, devastating whirling vortex ploughed through Nomu, utterly eviscerating him at the waist. And it didn't just stop there. The ocean was carved, the land beyond that body of water split into an instant crevice and a giant hole opened up in the far wall as though a truck had been driven through; all wrought by the powerful hurricane-styled shockwave of Goku's single punch.

And the two halves of the bioengineered creature fell limply to the floor.

"No, no, no," Shigaraki rasped as Kurogirl began to warp them out of harm's way, "That's cheating. You cheated, cheater. You're a cheat code. A cheat code! That Nomu had shock absorption and regeneration! There's no way you should've been able to kill him with one punch!"

"Try bringing something stronger next time." Goku snarked.

"I'll get you for this," The portal enclosed on Shigaraki's face, instantly vanishing and leaving Shigaraki's last words echoing in the winds, "Mark my words."

Omake

"Don't move!" A villain ordered of the lovely young ladies on the cliffside of Et Cetera, holding a completely dazed Kaminari hostage. "Use your powers and I'll kill your friend."

Reluctantly, they raised their hands where he could see them, "Kaminari-san," Yaoyorozu murmured, red jacket shredded via the initiation of her own Quirk.

"An ambush when we thought we got them all," Jiro grimaced, a dozen unconscious bodies scattered about haphazardly. Kaminari's ultimate attack had indeed been powerful and once Yaoyorozu had created an insulated blanket to cover her and Jiro so Kaminari could unleash it without hurting them, he had absolutely decimated the remaining enemies in sight. Unfortunately, the use of his strongest attack fried his brain, completely incapacitating him. "He got us."

"I'd hate to kill an electric-type like myself," The skull-faced villain said, sparks of electricity crackling threateningly in his palm. Kaminari shivered. "I always feel a sort of kinship with my fellow electric brethren."

"An electric-type!" Jiro gasped in realization.

"He must be the one Todoroki-san said was jamming communication." Yaoyorozu rationalized grimly.

"If you value his life, stay right there. Don't move a muscle." He warned, an ominous, lecherous gleam twinkling in his eye as he started approaching them.

Jiro grimaced further, eyes rolling to the back of her boot, "You know, electric-types like you and Kaminari are champions." She complimented, drawing an inquisitive look from Yaoyorozu.

Yaoyorozu followed her elongating earlobe headphone slowly stretching down behind her back. Recognition flashed across her face, 'Of course! Jiro-san can attack the enemy from a distance.'

Jiro kept attempting to give his ego the massage of a lifetime, "I was just wondering, you know? What's someone like you with such an amazing Quirk doing as a villain."

The villain shoved his clawed hand even closer to Kaminari's frightened face, flaring his electrical power. The girls baulked, Jiro's headphone earlobe reeling back in, "Nice try, but a simple ploy like that only works on dumb adults." He took sadistic delight watching their sexy faces scrunch up in frustration, licking his lips as he undressed them with his eyes, "Now, don't move."

The audible sound of a slap whistled through the tense air and the villain found his striking arm forcefully and painfully hoisted in the air, "What the… ARGH!" Only after did he feel the agony of his trapped arm did he hear the swift movements of untraceable speed blurring behind him, "I-Impossible!"

A wave of relief washed over the girls at the sight of an orange blur materializing into Class A's representative, "Son-san/Son!" They exclaimed in bright recognition.

"Let him go," Goku said with a measure of deathly, patient calm, eyes hardening in intent. "He's my friend."

The skull mask-wearing villain shakily turned his head over his shoulder, trembling gaze widening at the sense of intimidation some mere boy was able to exude as though he was a pro hero, "Why you!" He released his hostage and the Class representative released him. He catapulted his arm forward with all the fury of an enraged bear, sparks cackling at the edge of his hand, "AHHHH!"

Goku instantly ensnarled his wrist in a vice lock grip, crushing its squishy flesh in a single, devastating squeeze. A bloodcurdling scream was then silenced by Goku ramming his fist into his face, shattering his mask and sending him flying into the surface of an upheaved piece of earth with enough force to form a crater around him.

"Man." Jiro shivered, head automatically following the trail led by the launching body to its destination sandwiched against an upturned rock. "Okay, remind me not to get on your bad side, Son."

A warm fire defrosted the uncharacteristic cold demeanour of the tailed boy, "Yo, Kaminari-kun! You okay?" He smiled cheerfully, kneeling down and helping his friend up.

Kaminari had a stupid look on his face as though he had lost all function in his brain, a trail of snot dripping from his nose and thumbs jerking up, "Whee. Whee. Whee."

"Huh."

"Don't mind him, Son-san," Yaoyorozu held her cheek in sheepish amusement while Jiro snickered at her side, "Kaminari-san overused his Quirk to subdue most of our foes and, well," The bashful air around her increased, "That happened."

"Okay," Goku blinked, lobbing a finger Yaoyorozu's way, "What happened to your clothes?"

Suddenly remembering a man had a free look at Yaoyorozu's body, Jiro moved to cover her, arms held out eagle-spread, "Eyes off, you!"

This just left Goku even more confused, "What?"

"You know what!" The purple-haired girl's eyes narrowed.

"Whaddya mean?" Goku's head cocked curiously to the side, bulky arms crossing.

"Huh?" Now Jiro was left in the wilderness of confusion seeing the clear innocent bewilderment shining in the boy's gaze, "You mean you really don't know?" She asked, her own arms falling like a depleted puppy.

"Know what?"

The girl's brain finally found the memory disk of their very first History class and slotted it into the recollection player so she could recall Goku being the only student in their class – girls not included – not to be taken in by Midnight-sensei's feminine wiles and provocative poses.

Jiro sighed, uncovering Yaoyorozu with a red tinge erupting across her face, "...Never mind."

Yaoyorozu giggled with a hand delicately covering her mouth, "I can make another jacket."

"Okay."

Mina is getting another costume because her one in canon is just straight garbage. It looks like she robbed a fabric store grabbing the ugliest shit she could find and slapping it together to make that abomination. It completely clashes with her complexion on top of being hideous to look at. Hers and Mineta's have to be the worst for me. Mineta looks like he's wearing a diaper. Speaking of Mineta, he's in... neither Class A or Class B. In fact, he didn't make the Hero Course at all. He seemed like the most logical choice to be replaced with Goku out of everyone. Plus, he's a little bitch. No one is missing him. Don't lie to yourself.

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