Art Courtesy from JetXPegasus

Frieza brought his glass up to his lips. The sweet taste of wine flows into his mouth. A satisfied smirk graces his features.

He was Emperor of the universe: none dared question his judgment or his command. He controlled his own imperial army and was feared for his ruthlessness and power.

If he desired something, he would acquire it through forceful means. In summary, he held the distinction of being the most formidable individual currently in existence. The mere mention of his name instilled fear and apprehension, causing a multitude of races to retreat to the safety of their dwellings and seek refuge under any available shelter. This very fear and apprehension served as the driving force behind his insatiable longing to conquer the galaxies.

"Lord Frieza." Kikono entered the room.

The Emperor lifted his glass to his lips. "Yes."

Kikono bowed his head.

"I've come to report that Regarding the Super Saiyan and Super Saiyan God, we've researched them extensively but they appear to be only myths." He straightened himself up and stared up at Frieza's back.

"Oh, wonderful. I expected as much." Frieza smirked. "But I can't afford the least bit of anxiety right now, so I had to be sure, not that they'd be a problem."

"So then, are you canceling the attack?" Kikono asked hesitantly. Frieza laughed as if the idea were ridiculous.

"You are hilarious. Not after I went through the trouble of assembling all these monkeys." Frieza wickedly smiles at Planet Vegeta. "This is a perfect plan to get rid of the Saiyans, planet and all." His eyes narrowed, his smirk grew. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Kikono blinked, taken aback by his words.

"But without the Saiyans, our fighting force will be drastically reduced, almost by half." Kikono countered hesitantly.

Frieza chuckled again, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"My troops will still be able to get by. These barbarians pretend to be submissive, but they're dangerous. They could bare their fangs against us at any time." Frieza paused, smirking wickedly as he subconsciously turned his hover pod around starting forward. "They are, after all, a species completely comprised of warriors. It's always best to put a sleeping beast down before it can be awakened."

Exiting from the ship's roof, Frieza stares at Planet Vegeta with a gleeful grin plastered upon his face. Right finger raised up to his ear, charging a small bright ball of burning energy. The ball grew larger and larger until it formed a miniature sun that hung just beyond his fingertips. The giant burning orb expanded into a sphere hundreds of feet large. The heat radiated outward from Frieza's finger into the emptiness of space.

The fireball floated above Frieza, waiting for its master to give the command to burn. The Emperor laughed to himself, his laughter echoing through the emptiness of space, a sound so cold and evil that it could chill even the hearts of innocents. The flames began to flicker wildly in the void of space, eager to be set ablaze and consume everything in its path.

With a flick of his finger, Frieza sent the fireball hurtling toward his target, aiming directly at the planet.

The massive burning ball of energy slowly drew close to Planet Vegeta. It had been orbiting the planet for a good few minutes and was beginning to grow hot enough that the grass around it started turning brown as well as the vegetation in the area around it began wilting. The energy ball looked like a huge orange balloon that was expanding even more, filling the sky above the planet with its immense power.

Every single Saiyan watched the ball, eyes wide and fearful. They knew there was nothing to be done about the fact that this enormous, fiery ball would crash into their beloved homeland soon and destroy everything within its range. All they could do was watch helplessly as the fireball proceeded descending towards their home planet.

Well, not all of them stood and watched.

A low level warrior, a low class Saiyan stood hovering in the air.

His countenance had relinquished its customary visage of trepidation and instead, assumed a resolute and unwavering expression. He extended one hand, with fingers tightly clenched into a fist, while the other hand brimmed with a surge of azure energy, poised to unleash an assault upon the encroaching orb of flames.

Although he was cognizant of the inescapable fate that awaited him beyond a certain juncture, he remained steadfast in his resolve to not succumb without putting up a valiant struggle. Even if it entailed sacrificing his own life to safeguard the lives of billions, or perhaps millions, or even hundreds of millions, including Gine.

Bardock emits a resounding battle cry that resonates throughout the battlefield. The power emanates from his hand, as a colossal beam of blue energy ascends and obliterates the approaching ball of fire. Striking the center of its target, he amplifies his power, causing more and more blue energy to surge forth from within him and towards the ball of fire, hoping that this alone will be sufficient to prevent its imminent collision.

In response, the fiery energy appears to only intensify, causing the ball to grow larger and larger, surpassing the very expanse of the surrounding atmosphere. Soon, the massive ball of fire becomes so immense that Bardock struggles to maintain his equilibrium.

Bardock grunted as he struggled to push it back but to no avail. The heat was getting intense and even he couldn't handle it. Inch by inch, the flames were reaching him, engulfing his arms, burning the skin off his exposed palms and finally, covering him completely.

With an anguished wail, Bardock was enveloped by the burning sphere signature. Said signature made an impact with the planet with a tremendous thud. Wiping out every poor Saiyan soul that didn't have the chance to flee.

Millennia and light-years of relativistic time away from Planet Vegeta's destruction, two forgotten starcrafts re-entered the universe. Following a preprogrammed course, they sped past a large ringed gas giant toward the local system's inner planets, which were warmed by the radiance of a shining yellow star. Although the star was small, the young sun-burned hotter than any other. It was still in the prime of its existence, which would last for another five billion years or so.

The two rocketing vessels passed through an asteroid belt, successfully avoiding any collisions with the orbiting space debris. Then it arrived at the third planet from the sun—a medium-sized blue world distinguished by two ice caps, expansive oceans, and several continents, as well as an atmosphere conducive to organic life. Electromagnetic signals, radiating from the planet's surface, indicated the presence of a rudimentary degree of technology.

The planet's gravitational pull was significantly lighter than Planet Vegetas', but proved sufficient to capture the approaching starcrafts. Ceramic heat shields boiled away as the two ships entered the atmosphere, blazing through the upper reaches like a falling star. They hurtled above a sizable landmass—at present enveloped in darkness—located in the planet's northern hemisphere, then descended toward the wide central plains found in the mid-western region of the continent.

It was then that the two crafts slowly began to drift away from each other. Leaving one vessel to descend alone.

Elements of the terrain below registered on the craft's sensors as it searched for a suitable landing site. Winding rivers of fresh water cut through vast stretches of undulating prairies. Population centers dotted the surface. Primitive radar transmissions bounced off the ship's protective plating.

The craft slowed as it dropped lower in the night sky. The light of a single moon shone down on fields of cultivated plants. The rush of its passage spun the sails of a modest wooden windmill.

Finally the orb capsule came in for a landing, bearing an alien gift in the form of a Saiyan baby.

A kid cried behind a little boy and clutched his burnt arm. Said little boy narrowed his eyes at the three kids who surrounded him with sharp grins. His round face is framed by a short mess of fluffy black hair which sticks up at odd angles around his head, casting noticeably dark shadows onto itself. His eyes are large and somewhat circular, their irises the same black color as his hair, and are usually stretched quite wide, giving him an innocent, energized appearance. He has a set of four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, one on each cheek.

A dark brown tail protruded from behind him, swaying slightly to and fro. The tail looked like that of a monkey's. The boy was also wearing a mint shirt, green shorts, and red sneakers. This little boy was a mysterious character, one nobody really knew what to make of, not even his own adopted mother. A mystery that his parents were trying very hard to keep hidden.

He had no quirk - nothing even remotely close but deep down he knew he was different. Apart of him felt it, like he had an invisible layer, something that hid inside him. Though at times he can be downright prideful, one would dare say that he had a warrior personality that most people couldn't understand. He was more independent than others his age. Most of all, he was determined.

Though he can be caring and gentle, something his mother always said he got from her.

Known by kids at his junior high school, his teachers, and his mother, his name was Midoriya Izuku.

"What's your problem? You're making him cry, Kacchan!" Izuku raised his clenched fist, glaring furiously at Bakugo. "If you keep on hurting him I'll stop you myself!"

Kacchan scoffed, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You want to pretend to be a hero?" Right fist punched his left palm causing sparks of bright explosions to fly off. "You don't stand a chance against us... Deku."

Kacchan and his friends chuckled, expecting Izuku to burst out crying and give up. But to their surprise, he smirked back, a hint of challenge in his eyes.

"I'm serious Kacchan, you should walk away. But if a fight's what you want, I won't mind." Izuku grinned.

Kacchan sneered. "Oh yeah?"

Kacchan lunged forward, right fist pulled back, and his buddies followed. But all three of them are left shocked and winded when Izuku launches forward. Landing his punch before theirs. Digging into three of them one-by-one and sending them backward, clutching their middles. Eyes wide in shock and pain.

Izuku in the blink of an eye stood behind the trio, his hand outstretched and his smile growing wider. He glanced at them, grinning mischievously.

"Is that all you got?" Izuku asked cockily. "Color me disappointed."

Kacchan slowly got up from the ground as he lifted his head, turning his gaze towards Izuku. He growled at him, clenching his fist. Both of them were staring intently at each other. A few seconds later, he unclenched his hand, surprising his friends.

"You're lucky Deku was here to protect a quirkless loser like you." Kacchan said, glaring at the crimson spiky haired boy. He looked at the ground and frowned at the insult.

"C'mon, lets get outta here." Bakugo ordered, the other kids deactivated their quirks and followed close behind Bakugou. Deku watched them leave and dropped his protective stance. He sighed and shook his head.

The child ran towards Izuku, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You saved me! Thank you!" The child cried out, more streams of water escaping his eyes. Izuku blinked at him in surprise before his expression turned blank and gently pushed the kid away from him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He replied, turning his head away from the kid and folding his arms. "Don't worry about those bullies though, I'll take care of them if they ever bother you again."

The child blinked in confusion before giggling lightly and smiled. "Okay! Thanks!"

Aldera Junior High

"So... as third-year students it's time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you want to do with your lives." Mr Nakamura began talking as he walked up and down the class. "I could pass out some career aptitude tests. But..." He chuckles. "Why bother? I know you all want to go to the Hero Track!"

All but two students in the class cheered loudly, excited to start their careers as hero hopefuls.

"Yes, yes, you've got some very impressive Quirks but no power usage allowed in school. Get a hold of yourselves..." Mr Nakamura said with a smile.

"Hey, teach..."

Everyone turned to the source of that new voice, Bakugou Katsuki. The boy, his legs rested on his desk, and his smug smirk was enough to annoy everyone who knew him. The teacher rolled his eyes.

"Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers. I'm the real deal but these guys will be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister. Ha!" Bakugou laughed, looking around the classroom with pride.

"You think you're better than us, Katski?!" The students shouted angrily, some of them getting up and yelling.

But Katsuki laughed again, waving them off. "Let's go, I'll take you all on!"

"Huh, you've got impressive test results," Mr. Nakamura remarked. "Maybe you will get into U.A. High."

"He's gonna try for the national school?!" One student asked, shocked.

Another one chimed in, "That school has a 0.2% acceptance rate!."

"It's impossible to get into!" Another cried out.

Katsuki smirked. "And that's exactly why it's the only place worthy of me." He climbs on top of his desk, pointing at himself. "I aced all of the mock tests. I'm the only one at this school who stands a chance of getting in. I'll end up more popular than All Might himself!" Katsuki said proudly. Filled by determination, his right hand bawled into a fist. "And be the richest hero of all time! People all across the world will know who I am and it all starts with U.A. High!"

Mr Nakumara looked back into his chart. "Oh yeah, Midoriya... Don't you want to go to U.A. too?"

The students went silent when they all turned their gaze at Midoriya. His face calm and neutral, eyes closed, arms crossed, and his tail wrapped firmly around his waist. All the students exchanged glances. Sharing the same shock expressions on their faces.

"Midoriya? Really?" A girl asked in disbelief.

"Well, when you think about it, he is pretty strong…" Said an older girl next to her. Right hand reached up and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "So he may have a chance to go to the Hero Course if he wanted."

"But that's the thing though," another student, this time a boy, interjected. He raised his eyebrows at the class. "He doesn't have a Quirk. There's no way of getting into the Hero Course without a Quirk."

Katsuki launches himself out of his chair and storms toward Izuku's desk. Right hand raised as sparks of explosives popped from his palm. But before he could slam said palm to Izuku's desk, Izuku's tail quickly uncoiled itself and wrapped around the blonde's wrist, holding it in place. The explosions died immediately.

Katsuki shouted in surprise as he was thrown to the wall behind Izuku. His tail releases its grip and wraps back around Izuku's waist. Izuku's eyes slowly opened. Said eyes were bright and intense while everyone else just stared.

It wasn't hard to tell what kind of expression he wore, narrowing his eyes and lips parted in a slight frown. His brow furrowed, his body tensed. But despite his intimidating stare, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his mouth, a clear sign of his hidden amusement.

"Trying to sneak up on me while I was asleep, Kacchan?" Izuku asked nonchalantly. He turned slightly towards Katsuki as he got up from the floor. "You should really watch yourself. You never know what might happen next…"

Katsuki scowled, turning his glare towards the green haired boy.

"Listen up, Deku... You're even worse than the rest of these damn rejects, you Quirk-less wannabe! You really think they let someone like you in when they could have me?" He grinned. Katsuki was then caught by surprise when Izuku smirked at him.

"May I remind you Kacchan that you lost against this Quirk-less wannabe when you were a kid?" Izuku retorted coolly. "I mean, I gave you a chance to turn and walk away. But, no. You had to fight me head on instead." A hint of disappointment flashed across Izuku's face. "It would have made things so much easier for you if you'd just left..."

Katsuki's jaw clenched and his fists balled up. He glared daggers at Izuku. "Shut up, Deku, I'm not scared of you..."

"Is that right?" Izuku scoffed softly. He turned, his gaze landing solely on Mr. Nakamura's face. "Can we continue Mr. Nakamura?"

Mr Nakamura nodded. "Yes. Everyone, retake your seats, now."

The class did as told and with that, Mr Nakamura continued teaching his class. The rest of the day was a blur. Izuku spends most of it writing down details that he can remember from the fight between Heroes and Villains the day before and notes about battle strategies and changes to his fighting style. By the time the bell rings, he closes his notebook and stands up. He goes to pick up his backpack but stops when Katsuki strides towards him.

"I don't know what you think you're doing Deku, but we're not done," he said, snatching Izuku's Hero journal out of his hands and studying it.

"What ya got, his diary? Hero Analysis for the Future?" One of Bakugo's friends called out. "Don't tell me you're taking notes on how to be a hero?"

"It's so pathetic!" Another friend of Bakugo's added.

"He's delusional!"

Izuku clicked his tongue. His eyes narrowed at Bakugo.

"I don't have time for this today," he muttered under his breath, his hand whipped up and wrapped around Katsuki's wrist.

Katsuki's eyes widened. Such speed! He barely saw it coming! Izuku grabbed hold of the journal with his free hand, pulling it out of the other's grasp. He placed the journal in his bag as he stared back at Bakugou.

"What do you want now, Kacchan?" Izuku asked, folding his arms.

Bakugo scowled. He was clearly pissed but also curious as to how he was strong despite being Quirk-less. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself as his palms began to spark dangerously. When he finally spoke, his tone was low, calm, and collected.

"Most first-string heroes show potential early on, people look at them and just know they're destined for greatness. When I'm the only student from this garbage junior high to get into U.A., people will start talking about me like that. They'll realize I'm legit, the next big thing. That's not ego talking, I just know I'm good." Katsuki smirked cockily. "Here's a little word of advice, nerd: Don't even think of applying, or else." He storms past Izuku, then pauses and adds. "You know, if you really want to be a hero that badly, there actually might be another way... Just pray that you'll be born with a Quirk in your next life, and take a swan-dive off the roof of the buil—"

Izuku's fist collides with Bakugou's jaw, sending him flying to two of his friends. Taking all three of them down. Izuku lowers his fist, his tail lashing furiously behind him, and his dark black eyes flashing with fury.

"Bakugou!"

Both of his friends shout at the same time as they scramble to their feet. Reaching down to pull the startled boy up. Yanking his backpack off the desk, Izuku walks out of the classroom paying no mind to the furious glare directed his way by Bakugou. He turns around at the hallway to glance at Bakugou once more.

The two glared at each other for what felt like an eternity until Izuku whirled his head around and walked down the hall.

He was energetic. He was pure hearted and kind of goofy to those who know him, but you'd be forgiven for thinking so after a single glance at his smile. And he didn't seem like one to make a fuss about things in general; if anything, he seemed more than happy with the way that he was living in the moment.

As he grew from a baby into a child, he became uncommonly strong. A child whose strength wasn't something one could simply gauge based on physical attributes. But even so, he wasn't someone who was easily overwhelmed, which allowed him to go out without much issue and not have any worries.

He was a kindhearted young man, and his name was Son Goku.

Goku has completed his training and is ready for the twenty-third world martial arts tournament. He adjusted his blue belt in a tight knot and started forward. A smile graced his lips as he looked at Kami and Mr Popo over his shoulder. Giving the pair a confident thumbs up.

"Alright, I'm off." Said Goku. Kami and Popo nodded.

Goku turned away from the pair and leapt off the Lookout's precipice.

"NIMBUS!" Goku called with a shout.

At the Knick of time, a fluffy yellow cloud shoots through a normal cloud. Coming in position just as Goku landed on it. With its passenger in place, it ascended into the sky flying forward.

Goku hums as Nimbus soars towards its destination.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter my little shimmerings! In case anyone is wondering, Izuku didn't hit his head like Goku. This is my take, as well as a what if story if Izuku Midoriya was born in the world of Dragon Ball Z as a Saiyan. The world of both My Hero Academia and Dragon Ball Z are collide, so the events from both sides will take place. I'll be writing his interactions with all the characters, slow character development, and more. This will be based on the anime on both My Hero Academia and Dragon Ball Z when the story progresses with more published chapters. I'll be going now, have a good day or night wherever you are.

Cya in the next chapter my little shimmerings!