AN: Please read the author's note at the bottom of the chapter.

"A Hero will definitely not give up!" That was the thought that ran through Rumi's head as she approached the large capsule holding Shigaraki. And one she believed in.

But the second she looked at the seemingly sleeping form of Tomura, her Rabbit instincts told her everything she needed to know. If he awakens, Japan is done for. Along with the pain and anxiety of death racking her body and mind, overwhelming fear and desperation encapsulated her emotional state right now. Not since 11 years ago, has she felt like this, when she was still a young woman in her final year of Hero school.

She needed to destroy the capsule to prevent that from happening.

Rumi growled, a low roar escaping her throat as she threw her right leg forward heel first, regardless of the damage to it, onto the capsule, cracking the sturdy glass, but not breaking it. She just needs to launch herself forward with some Ki, and she'll-

Death. That was what she felt at that moment. With her now Ki-enhanced senses, she could tell the one that kept piercing her had two of his tentacles ready to spear her again, and this time it would be lethal. Her heart froze, and it felt like heavy lead fell into her stomach as death came for her.

'Is this how I'm going to die?... I don't want to go, I'll die with horrible regrets.' Tears welled up in her eyes, as the horrible reality became apparent. Her Ki rose to hysterical heights as extreme fear and despair consumed her.

And acted like the perfect beacon.

Grip!

The people and corpses in the room, Mirko, Endeavor, Gararki and the Nomus Ribby and Woman halted, looking at the new imposing presence. Not just them, or those in the Hospital. Every single person in Jaku froze as the most powerful presence they had ever felt in their lives bared down on them, the pure power and intensity making them tremble.

The Strongest Under The Heavens, Son Goku, silently glared at the offending Nomu, Super Saiyan aura flaring and buffeting winds as if it were a manifestation of his rage. Everything, from his aura, his stare and his entire body, made every instinct scream to run. Even the sleeping Shigaraki felt a shiver of fear at the imposing presence of Goku.

Rumi smiled in relief, Goku's mere presence and aura comforting her like no other. In the safety of his protection, she allowed her beyond-tense body to finally relax since she left for work. After all, who the hell is gonna beat her star-crusher of a husband? And with that assurance, she fell unconscious without worry in the warm embrace of his aura.

Goku tightened his grip on the appendages when he felt her fall asleep "For almost killing Rumi, I won't give you any mercy." With that cold, wrathful proclamation, he tugged Ribby forward, launching the Nomu to him. The corpse didn't have the chance to scream before it was atomised by a Ki blast, ending the creature. The blast continued onward, blasting Woman to atoms as well, and destroying much of the lab behind her, sending debris everywhere from the power.

The Heroes and Villains gawked at the destruction, Endeavor and Garaki especially sweated, as they saw how this "man" killed two High-End Nomus in one attack, with unreal ease.

But Goku didn't pay them or anything else any mind. With the offenders dead, he crouched next to Mirko, and with a gentleness that belied his power, carefully propped her up with his arms, a gentle and loving smile coming to his face as he looked at her relaxed face.

"Hey Rumi, sorry I'm late. I felt that you were in a lot of trouble, so I went to get a Senzu bean for ya. You'll feel better after this." Taking a small green bean from his pocket, he inserted it in her mouth and moved her jaw to help her chew. Swallowing unconsciously, within seconds a miracle beyond either human man's comprehension occurred.

Mirko's left arm, which was beyond the help of anything short Nomu level super regeneration, righted itself as healthy flesh and colour came back to it, bones knitting into top condition faster than can be comprehended. The holes tore through her, and the chunk taken from her side, filled up with meat quickly, leaving unblemished skin. Even her ear healed, going back to normal. Not only that, but her hair regrew as well, what white locks she lost returned. In the end, aside from her torn costume and blood stains, Mirko was back to full health and then some.

Garaki and Endeavor took a step back, shocked at the display. They had never seen a living body heal like that ever, not even Nomu regeneration compared to the efficiency of the healing effect that Bean just had. Just what was it, and who is this guy to hold and speak so familiarly of Mirko?

Rumi groaned as she awoke, rubbing her eyes and face to get rid of the tears and blood that built up. She felt strangely invigorated, full of energy but mentally exhausted still. Her sight quickly cleared, and she was face to face with a Super Saiyan Goku. Her last moments before unconsciousness flooded her mind, and she only had one response.

"Goku!" She embraced him with a bear hug, squeezing with all of her strength. If Goku weren't a Saiyan, his bones would've been broken.

Goku is slightly taken aback by her display but quickly recuperates, "Hey, you okay? You're not usually this touchy." This isn't to say she didn't show her love all the time; heck, she was very touchy by some standards, but bear hugs like this weren't very common.

Rumi sighed, letting all her worries wash away as she breathed in his scent and used her other senses to feel him as much as possible, "I'm okay, life just flashed before my eyes. Just let me have this for a few more seconds hon." She brought her legs into herself, letting his larger frame cover as much of her as possible.

Goku smiled wistfully at her request, dropping out of SSJ, his anger dead with her assured safety "Yeah, I'll give you as much time as you need honey." He held her tighter, lightly lifting her off the ground with his hug.

Endeavour gaped at the open show of affection, but was most stunned by the fact that it was Mirko who initiated it, and pleaded with the man, Goku, to let her hug him longer all the while they spoke to each other with such intimate familiarity.

'What the hell is going on!?' The change of atmosphere threw Enji off his game.

But Garaki was suddenly reminded of an order he received from All For One 11 years ago.

"No matter what, do not attack or try to kill Mirko." When he asked for elaboration, he was given a reason that baffled him.

"Her husband will seek retribution, and take it."

The idea that the husband of Mirko was so powerful, that even his master didn't dare to slight him for fear of retaliation, was simply incomprehensible to Garaki. He knew of the limits of his master and to his knowledge, only All Might in his Prime could stand against him. The idea of someone that even he feared was as fascinating as it was terrifying. Which is why he simply obeyed without question.

But now that he could see the Great Son Goku in person, and bore witness to his horrible display of power, he could see why even his master was cowed by the mere possibility of having such a monster seeking his death.

Rumi's eyes snapped wide open, remembering where she was "Hey hon, can I ask you a favour?" Goku pulled away to look her in the eyes, smiling wide as he gave his answer.

"Sure! What do you need Umi?" After the scare of seeing her so beaten, he would gladly do whatever his wife needed.

Rumi took a deep breath, swallowing her pride to ask "Can you deal with all of the villains and Nomu here for me? I'm exhausted and just want to rest after today, so can you please do this for me?" As much as it pained her to leave her work to her husband, Rumi was tired. While she feels like she just had the best sleep ever, and more energy than she ever woke up with in her entire life, the day's events took a lot out of her mentally.

You try to muster up the desire to fight after having chunks taken out of you, and almost dying. Right now, she'd rather spend her energy on...something else.

"Sure!" He didn't question how she could be exhausted after eating a Senzu bean, just stood up and flew away to deal with anyone who wasn't a Hero.

Rumi sighed, thumping her head against Shigaraki's capsule as she relaxed, completely unconcerned with the fact that she was right next to two villains. Like they could do shit before her hubby fucked them up. Oh yeah, Endeavour.

"Hey firebeard, just relax, my husband will take care of the rest. And yes, that includes you and dry lips." She glanced over to the shaking Garaki, the doctor completely overwhelmed by today.

Endeavour finally shook himself out of his stupor, "What the hell is going on Mirko!? First, that man, your husband, appears out of nowhere and completely annihilates those two High-End Nomu, then he somehow heals you to perfect condition and now you've just sent him off to deal with the rest!? You can't just gloss over this! I expect an explanation!" As he fumed, his flames grew brighter and bigger. Rumi just waved him off lazily, a dismissive grunt leaving her.

"Yeah, yeah, later though. I'm showing way too much skin than anyone besides my hubby should see." And indeed, much of her abdomen and legs were exposed, her purple pants ruined by repeated attacks on it, along with her short sleeves.

Enji growled, but he knew it was futile, that woman wouldn't budge a single bit.

'Honestly, how did this happen?'

One Year Ago

"Goku! Do you know where's my phone?" Son Rumi hollered as she looked through their bedroom.

A blur rushed through the open doorway, sliding to a stop just next to the woman, "I got it, Mom! You left it in the living room this morning." The young boy diligently held the device up.

Rumi smiled wide at her son, ruffling his hair with love as she took her phone "What a good little man! Helping your mom when she forgets where she puts her stuff." He blushed under the praise, his head held high and proudly at helping his mother with such a simple thing.

"Just for that, I'm gonna make nothing but your favourite for dinner!" The boy practically lit up like a sun at this.

"YAY!" Rumi couldn't contain her laugh at his excitement, slightly proud at the reminder that he and his father prefer her cooking over anything else.

"Alright, come on I've got to go to work soon, my managers are like headless chickens whenever I'm late." While she doesn't have an Agency, finding it to be too restrictive, she still has pencil pushers that she works with. After all, Pro Heroes are essentially celebrities. So they also have agents and pencil pushers like a PR team and such just like a regular celeb. It's all a big pain but for that sweet paycheck and the thrill of fighting across the country, legally, she'll suck it up like the adult she is.

"Okay!" He obeyed instantly and rushed away to let his mom finish getting ready.

Rumi shook her head, amazed at how lucky she was to have such a good son. She knows for a fact that she was a brat to her parents and that most kids are too, so she was expecting Gohan to be like that too, but he seems to have inherited his father's good behaviour. Not that she's surprised, Goku's genes are very strong, after all, the only bit of her their kid got was her white hair and a slightly darker skin tone. But she's not complaining.

To say she was a brat to her parents is an understatement after all.

She shook herself out of her reverie, pocketed her phone, picked up her purse, cleaned the slight mess she made in her search and exited the bedroom, picking up and shrugging on her jacket as she left.

Goku perked up at the sound of Rumi walking down the stairs, waving eagerly at his wife from the couch, watching TV "Good luck at work today Umi!" She smiled, before gaining a bemused look at his shirt.

"Thanks, hon, I still don't know why you like Crust so much." Gesturing to his green button-up shirt, littered with Crust's signature catchphrase.

Goku laughed it off, giving a closed-eyed smile as he responded "Come on Rumi, I know you're just jealous that you're not my favourite Hero!" He teased her, getting an exaggerated scoff from her.

"Me, jealous? Yeah right. I'm just wondering why he's your favourite Hero when you've got the number five Hero right here." She gestured to herself with exaggeration, a supremely self-assured look on her face.

Goku chuckled, grinning cheekily as he replied "Sure, and you always complain about it just because." Rumi scoffed again, shaking her head at his "audacity".

"I didn't know I married such a self-centred man. Unbelievable! To think you would think so lowly of me!" She proclaimed dramatically, getting a good laugh out of Goku.

Rumi broke her act, and with a laugh walked over to Goku "Alright, I need, to go now, I'm making Gohan's favourite tonight, so keep to the food I give you, got it?" She gave him a pointed look while standing over him. She loves her husband, but goddamn if he doesn't make Fatgum look anorexic with his appetite.

Goku beamed at her with a thumbs up, "Hey, no need to worry, just leave me a plate too." Rumi snorted. The response was expected but reasonable.

"Okay, I'm off now, see you later." She leaned down to peck him on the lips, rushing out of the door and checking her watch. A bit tight, but she'll manage.

"Nimbus!" Calling out to the yellow cloud, she leapt into the air, landing on top of the speedy cloud "Take me to Musutafu." As soon as she found a comfortable sitting position, the cloud shot forward at supersonic speeds, the wind sending her long hair behind her.

Blowing some strands that stuck to her face, she pulled her phone out and was unsurprised to see a message from her main manager. She called him and was instantly answered before her phone could touch her face.

"Where are you Mirko?! The talk show is about to start in ten minutes!" Rumi quickly took her phone away from her face, the shouts heard through even the whipping winds. She didn't even turn the speaker on.

"Oi! Don't yell so loudly! And I'm on my way, I'll be there in just a few. Is my costume ready?" a bastard got a good hit on her a few days ago, tearing at the hip and side of her costume. Pissed her off, so she bashed him especially hard. She finally decided to have a few spares after that. It was really shameful of her too, the guy wasn't even that strong, yet he dealt the most damage to her costume ever.

"Of course it is! Who do you take us for?" A bunch of wimps whose opinions she has to listen to "And don't take this so casually! This is Live Until The Afternoon! One of the most highly-rated talk shows in the country, and you're going to be guest starring along with Midnight and Mt Lady. This is going to be the most important if not one of the most important interviews you ever had! And you're gonna be talking about a controversial and important talking point from an outsider's perspective! You can't screw this up because you decided to be late!" Rumi grew more and more irritated as he spoke.

"And who do you take me for!? I'm not gonna get paid if I'm a no-show, so of course I'm going to be there on time! I just lost my phone for a bit, alright!?" She didn't give a damn about the talk show and what it is about, she just saw the whole lot of zeros they were willing to pay to have a number 5 Hero like her and accepted it for that. Feeding two Saiyan stomachs is expensive.

"Okay, just look, we'll have your costume ready in the changing booth for you, as well as a memo on what will be discussed and some makeup if you want to put some on. Just be here as fast as possible." She spotted the edge of Musutafu. Good, she won't have to hear his stupid whining on the phone.

"Yeah yeah, I'm almost here now, talk to you when I arrive." She hung up right then and there. Was it nice? Nope. Did she think he deserved it? Hell yeah. No one talks to her with such disrespect. Not even Goku.

Getting up in a crouch, she directed the Nimbus to fly over the city and slowed down to a more sensible subsonic speed. She stopped right on the rooftop of the studio, stepping off the cloud into a brief fall that she endured without issue.

She waved the cloud off, and it zipped away, finding a hiding spot until she was done.

Rumi sighed as she cracked her back and bones, stretching her arms over her head and shoulders as she entered from the roof, it took her only less than a minute to reach the floor and room she needed to be in.

Spotting the changing booth with her name on it, she tried to enter before she could be spotted by her annoying manager. She failed.

"There you are Mirko!" She barely held in a groan as she turned around to face, him, but she didn't bother to hide her glare.

"We've got less than six minutes until we go live! We need you to-!"

"I know Sato, change into my costume, look good for the camera and don't say the wrong things. I let you do your job, now shut up and let me do my job!" She didn't wait for a response, and went into her booth, slamming the door behind her. She massaged her forehead, exhausted by his constant prattling.

'Disrespectful fucking bastard!' He acts like she can't control herself! What does the punk think she is, some kind of diva? She's a grown-ass woman who managed to become the fifth most popular and revered Hero in Japan at the age of 27! She's four rankings below All Might while being less than half his age! She knows what to do damn it!

'I swear just because I'm an adrenaline junkie doesn't mean I'm an idiot! Even Goku understands that, and he's actually an idiot!' But she supposes that's why there's a distinction between intelligent and smart people.

'Whatever, sulking about it won't make the situation change, just read this stupid memo, get dressed, be inoffensive and then get out to do some patrols.' With that in mind, she brought her costume over to where the memo was to read it over as she changed.

It was a basic memo. The main point of discussion is about "sexiness" and whether it is needed in Hero biz(dumb question) as well as how controversial Midnight's debut costume was. Speaking of her fellow guest stars, she'll be sharing screen time with the infamous Midnight and the newbie, Mt Lady. She doesn't know them enough to form a fair opinion of them, though from what she heard, they're good enough at their jobs. Though personally, she thinks they're a bit too whorish, but that's the mother in her talking. Either way, she sees no reason why she won't be able to be polite with them for the sake of getting this whole thing over with.

Just as she finished dressing and cleaning herself up, a knock came from her door.

"We're on in a minute ma'am!"

'Time to earn some easy money.' Outwardly she responded with "Alright, I'm ready, let's get this over with." Leaving her booth, it took her less than a second to find where she'd wait off stage, she didn't acknowledge the taller heroines outside of a simple nod and glance. Now that she's meeting them in person for the first time, she can personally assess them.

Despite appearances and how she showed herself on camera, Midnight held herself like a proper adult, with maturity and all. Rumi supposes that makes sense, she wouldn't have survived a year let alone multiple as a teacher at Yuei if she was a skank of a Hero. So they'll get along just fine. But Mt Lady...she can taste the vanity and vapidness radiating from her. She seems a bit insecure too, though Rumi has no idea why. Last she heard, she was rising rapidly in the rankings and is currently the 41st Hero in the country. At the rate she's rising, she'll be a top-ten Hero before she's 26! Or even before her 25th birthday! Maybe she should talk to her about it? It isn't good for such a promising young woman like her to feel inadequate when she's quite amazing.

"Welcome to Live Until Afternoon! Today we'll be..." The show started then and there, snapping her out of her thoughts.

'I'll speak with her after this.'

"We have three lovely guests joining us today! They are Midnight, Mt Lady and Mirko!" They plastered smiles on their faces as they waved. Well, they did, she just kept her expression neutrally polite. She doesn't feel like pretending she wants to be here. She'd rather spend time with her boys, like training or playing games. And then, some private things with Goku.

'I need to stop sulking about this, it'll only make it a worse experience for me. Just draw as much fun out of this as you can.' But how?

"First Midnight-san who currently wields the...ahem...cane of education." Rumi snorted, her neutral expression cracking at the pause.

'Hehehe, why did he pause when saying that? He just made it weird! But I guess this means our host has a dirty mind, eh?' Okay, this won't be so bad. Especially with more unnecessary pauses like that.

"And whose risqué costume became the talk of the town when she first debuted." Understatement of the year she looked less like a hero and more like a sex worker "This, of course, eventually led to the submission of regulations with specific regard to the exposure of costumes. She's a bonafide veteran who could be said to have moved the whole nation!" If by nation, he means men's dicks then sure.

"I'd say it's still pretty...wow." Mt Lady commented with a somewhat jeering(?) tone. Rumi shrugged her shoulders and made a so-so gesture. Her costume could serve to be more practical, but it works for now.

Midnight glanced at them a moment before she spoke her piece "Well, they're just super-sheer tights now. Depending on the Quirk, inadequate clothing can hurt performance. Many complain about their clothes obstructing their Quirks. So sexiness isn't the goal, nor is it necessary. Just that what happens to be necessary gets appraised as sexy." Rumi hummed along as she listened, and couldn't find herself disagreeing. Well, not entirely, she still thinks Midnight just isn't trying to find a good proper design that won't make her look like a slut. Seriously, how hard would it be to make clothes that allowed her gas to flow out, or better yet, get an attachment that allowed her to fire her gas like those old napalm flamethrowers?

"Really it's just your thing, isn't it?" Rumi turned to stare at MT Lady at her remark, both eyebrows raised. Where the hell's this chip on her shoulder coming from?

Midnight was far more ticked off on the other hand "Wanna tell me what's your problem? That's some chip on your shoulder." She passive-aggressively bit back. Rumi furrowed her brow in disapproval at the returned attitude, sitting up in her seat now. Why is she responding like some petty high school girl? She should know better.

Mt Lady waved her off, "No! It's just...I think you're incredible!" Rumi relaxed, slightly surprised and relieved. Oh, never mind just a miscommunication-

"If I were your age..." She didn't have time to react to the statement before Midnight did.

"You trying to say youth is all that matters!? Is that all your appeal amounts to!? Well, you're not exactly young yourself!" She angrily spat back as she stood up from her seat, Rumi scowled at her and opened her mouth to scold her for her explosion.

"I'm saying if the older generation tries too hard, then what hope is there for us younger folks to compete!?" Mt Lady spat back just as venomously, interrupting Rumi and pissing her off, especially since she hasn't gotten so much as a word in edge-wise. But when she saw them just about ready to fight, she decided patience can screw itself.

"Why you little-Ow!" That was all Midnight was able to get out before she got slapped on the back of her head like a misbehaving child.

"Oof!" Mt Lady got the same treatment, and within a second, both of them were hunching as they clutched their throbbing heads, a visibly angry Rumi standing above them.

"Cut it out! You're adults for god's sake! Stop acting like a bunch of bratty high school girls and more like the grown-ass women you are!" The two glowered at her as they responded at the same time, pointing an accusing finger at one another.

"This bitch started it!" Rumi's glare redoubled in intensity as she bared her teeth at the two man-children.

"Did I ask who started!?" Although they were both taller than the comparatively average-sized Heroine, they both found themselves shrinking under her strangely familiar anger "And for that matter, I don't care! If someone is trying to start shit with you like you did with her!" She pointed to Mt Lady then to Midnight "Then either just ignore them and let it fall off your back like water! If you can't handle some immature and insecure goads by a brat with an inferiority complex, then you should quit being a Hero! Honestly, how can you both be so confident when you're so shameful that I wonder how the hell your parents raised you!? Because I seriously doubt your mothers and fathers raised some brat whose skin is as thin as the slutty costumes she wears!" By the end of her wrathful rant, both of the women were equal parts fearful, shamed, embarrassed and silenced by the bunny hero, everyone watching too was cowed.

Mineta gulped nervously as he watched the episode of his favourite talk show. He was especially excited about it as it featured three hot heroines, but after watching Mirko rip into Midnight and Mt Lady so viciously?

"S-scary!" He's glad she'll never be his teacher or mentor, the woman is too terrifying for him. Though a thought couldn't help but pass through his mind.

'She kind of reminds me of Mom whenever I do something really stupid.'

The scolded heroines shared the same thought.

'This feels just like that time my Mom heard about my Hero Costume during my third year. Just as angry too' Midnight realised why this felt so familiar.

'I haven't felt like this since my Mom got tired of my antics during Middle school.' Mt Lady fearfully recalled. Her mother was always a scary woman when she got pissed, and this makes her feel like a 14-year-old girl all over again.

Meanwhile, Rumi stared them down with her hands on her hips, not letting up on her glare. Pathetic, and to think these two were the women she considered reaching out to. Her beautiful Gohan is more mature than these two skanks combined, and he's not even fucking nine!

Rumi huffed as she finally relaxed her glare minutely, only enough that they felt comfortable to stand back up, but still didn't dare to look at her for more than a second. Good, they need to learn respect, since it's clear their parents failed to teach them that.

She crossed her arms across her chest as she looked at them both, "Now, you're going to apologise to each other, everyone else and yourselves for acting so immaturely, and we're going to sit down and have a nice, civil discussion about the intricacies and complexity of skin exposure in the Hero industry, how it affects the business and the necessity or unnecessity of factoring sex appeal in such work. And we're ALL going to be mature and calm adults about it. Got it?" She intensified her scrutiny as she spoke the last words, making damn sure they got it.

Any protest they had promptly died a suffocating death in their throats, and the two nodded obediently, and fearfully "Got it."

She kept it up for another moment, before nodding in satisfaction "Good, next time I'll just kick your asses." With her promise made, she retook her seat, and finally noticed the intimated staring of everyone there "What are you dummies staring at!?" That kicked them into high gear, everyone recomposing themselves as much as they could and going back to work "That's what I thought!"

'Well, that went shit fast. And just when I was starting to enjoy it too.' Rumi flopped onto her bed, exhausted by the day.

After her explosion, the rest of the interview was civil, but definitely not nice, because everyone was now nervous and somewhat fearful of her temper. Though she hid it well, she was mortified that she blew up like that. She's so embarrassed! By tomorrow, all of Japan, possibly some outside of it too, will have at least heard of her outburst. Urgh, is this how mom felt whenever she pissed her off in public?

"Hey Rumi, you okay?" She grumbled mindlessly at Goku's question, snuggling up to him when he laid down on their bed.

Goku laughed lightly, a knowing grin on his face, "What did ya do to embarrass yourself this time?" Rumi swatted his chest but didn't refute him.

Rumi sighed haggardly, burying her face into the crook of Goku's neck "I had this stupid interview on something you wouldn't understand or care about with these two women who were also Pro Heroes. Not even a minute in they were at each other's throats like a pair of stupid petty high school girls, I couldn't get a word in so I blew up and yelled at them on national TV." Goku blinked, surprised at what she said.

"You blew up?" Rarely did his wife lose her cool, especially with him and Gohan(besides when Gohan was in danger, or after he came back from Yardrat). Sure, she was hotblooded and intolerant of disrespect, but to yell at two women in anger? Either she was in a foul mood before, or they were really annoying to her.

Rumi groaned pathetically, hugging Goku tighter as her face flushed "It was so embarrassing! I completely forgot that we were still on camera and in front of an entire audience and production crew, and I went off on them like I was their mother! Now everyone is going to think I'm some crazy lady who can't control herself and will go crazy at the slightest thing!" Her hold on Goku tightened as she vented, frustration and hindsight regret and embarrassment boiling up.

Goku smiled gently as he ran his hand up and down her arm, "Hey now, don't think like that. I bet they'll just be scared to get scolded by you too. I don't blame them, I'm more scared of pissing you off than fighting a guy like Freeza again! And trust me, that guy was scary!" Rumi lifted her head, giving Goku a flat stare.

"That doesn't make me feel better at all." Ordinarily, she'd be happy to know such. Ordinarily, she didn't embarrass herself on national TV.

Goku sweatdropped at that, rubbing his head sheepishly, "Uh, oh, I know! Think about it this way!" He raised a finger, a confident grin on his face.

"..."

"..."

"..."

She slowly raised a curious and confused eyebrow at his silence "Think about it in what way?" Slowly, the grin morphed into a grimace.

Goku scratched the back of his head in slight frustration, "Shoot, I lost my train of thought." Rumi stared at him blankly.

'...He lost his train of thought...' she snorted, a giggle escaping her lips, evolving to amused chuckles, before exploding into powerful laughter, though she had the mind to keep her voice down.

Goku cracked a smile, glad to see his wife back to her relaxed and boisterous self.

After a minute, her laughs teetered off into fond chuckles, she pulled herself up so that she was at eye level with Goku, a loving smile plastered on her face.

"You're such an idiot." Though her words were harsh, she spoke them with such love and adoration, that they were anything but.

Goku smiled cheekily, wrapping an arm around Rumi's waist to bring her into his body's embrace "Hey, you're the one who married me, remember?" Rumi smirked.

"I know, it's one of the many things I love about you." She kissed him deeply, hands rising to cup his face as they hungrily devoured the other's lips.

A few hours later...

Rumi panted as she rested atop Goku's chiselled, sweaty to the point her dark skin shined slightly as the dim light of the moon reflected off it. Underneath her, Goku reached out, pulling their blanket over their warm bodies so the cool night didn't steal their warmth.

Resting his hands on her slim muscled back, he sighed contently as he hugged her "Guess we got a little carried away, huh?" Rumi chuckled, finding the strength to lift herself, she grinned down at the Saiyan.

"Nah, this is exactly what I needed after today." She lowered herself to peck him on the lips, then rested her head on his shoulder.

Goku smiled, resting his chin on the top of her head, "Good night Umi."

"Good night hon." she murmured sleepily into his shoulder.

AN: So, yeah. This is probably a different idea than you guys have heard of before, yeah? I've had this one for over a year and just really loved it, so I finally put it to digital paper. Now to answer what I assume would be your questions.

Will there be any power equalisation? No. This isn't about DBZ characters fighting MHA villains or heroes, this is above all, a slice of life/fluff fanfic centred around the Son family, with Mirko acting as the bridge that'd give DBZ a reason to give a damn about MHA outside of when the 'war' starts effecting them. I'm not interested in writing a story about how "Shigaraki could definitely make Goku bleed, and not get annihilated by the fucking demigod born from one of Sun Wukong's ass hairs" as that's just stupid and sounds convoluted as hell to make, especially when MHA doesn't even touch 22nd Budokai Goku, let alone Son "Harder to destroy than a planet/star" Goku plus SSJ.

My obvious grievances with the thought of MHA fighting Goku aside, I just want to write a story in this fusion of DBZ and MHA, where Goku is married to Mirko and all that entails. No real plans, just writing about what happens in this universe I made, that's all. So I hope you enjoy what stories of this universe I tell you...that's all I have to say. Goodbye now.