Izuku knelt over the gaping crater in the ground, breathing hard as smoke rose from the almost smooth ground of the hole. His classmates lay unconscious scattered around him, not one moved an inch. His body shook uncontrollably as he breathed hard. He stood up shakily to his feet, his teeth ground as his face twisted into a mask of anger. He felt the emotion run through his body, as he clenched his fists hard enough to draw blood where his fingernails dug into his skin. He breathed unevenly as he found it hard to keep his eyes focused.

"...what?" The alien across the crated from him exclaimed, seeing the changes in Izuku's body.

Izuku did not answer, he only started screaming and growling, every so often at the same time. He felt the energy flow through his every cell, his blood pumping and his muscles flexing. His screams filled the dark atmosphere as he felt himself physically change. His muscles bulged and grew, and he felt his own energy increase incredibly. He had never felt a power like this, much less from him. He was able to control the anger and power for only a second, long enough to attempt to look down at the changes his body had just gone through. He forced his head to look down, and his arms to curl up, as he looked at the massive muscles he didn't have a couple of moments ago. This was the power he had heard of, that he'd been working so hard to achieve.

He lost his grip on it, and his body arched back and he looked slightly, his screaming continued. With the continuation of his yells he felt the energy blast through and out of him, completely inside and around him. He held his fist clenched out to the sides, his elbows touching the sides of his abdomen, their first instinct to get ready for the coming fight.

Slowly, he felt control being lent back to him, his anger dying down only half of what it could, as he found his motor functions back in his control. His body tingled all over as the massive power he just gained slowed somewhat inside of him. He stared abruptly at the other-worldly villain only twenty feet from him, who stepped back in shock at the transformation Izuku had just gone through.

The green-haired boy glared at the being far across from him, raising a fist in front of him, as if to say:

"Fight's on."

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Thirteen Years Prior to the "Incident"

Izuku stood before his aunt, shaking slightly in his shoes. She was always too loud, or angry. On the few time she was happy enough for him to even try to approach her, she was eating three times her weight in food, despite how skinny she was. The thing he found most interesting was her hair. While his was curly green and black, along with his mother's, her's was a tall mess of black spikes. He thought it had something to do with her quirk, but on her third visit he had found she was identified as quirkless. He had been surprised, but he felt he knew what she must have felt like. He had found out only a week ago he was quirkless as well. It was heart-breaking, but he had never gave up on his dream to be a hero.

"Caulifla, you should rally slow down. You're gonna give yourself a stomach ache." Izuku's mother complained. His aunt rolled her eyes, and tore off a large chunk of chicken with her mouth.

"Look who you're talking to! It's gonna take more than this appetizer to get me down!" Izuku was sure she would have sounded angry, if she wasn't enjoying her food so much.

"So I hear you finally made a friend. Kale, was it?" His mom said. Izuku looked up with surprise at that comment. There was someone besides him who would be friends with his aunt? Caulifla scoffed.

"Kale's too soft to be a fighter, and she's full-blooded at that! Someone needs to teach her how to defend herself." She took another big bite of chicken.

"Well, it's good to know you get along with someone at least." Inko took a small forkful of chicken meat and chewed it slowly. Caulifla scoffed again.

"If you keep eating like that, you'll get fat! It's better to just eat it all quickly and work it off before your body can react!" She said with a mouthful of chicken.

"That doesn't make sense." Inko said.

"It's because you're not full-blooded, or do any type of training!" Caulifla threw a small piece of fat at Inko's head.

"I'm not like you, Cauli." Izuku's mom said, wiping off the chicken fat with a chuckle.

"You can say that again!" She stuffed her mouth as full as she could, chewing loudly. Izuku smiled, as he couldn't help but enjoy this show between them. He loved when she came over, even if she did at angry all the time.

"Izuku, dear, can you go fetch your homework for me?" Inko said, looking at the young boy.

"Yes, ma'am!" The four-year-old exclaimed excitedly, and ran to his room to grab his book out of his backpack. He shuffled around through the papers to find it, but stopped when he heard his mother and aunt speaking. It was different from the way they would usually talk. It was so serious, not like his mom at all. He grabbed his book, but walked slowly back, making sure to keep out of view.

"I said no, and that's final." He heard his mother say with a stern voice.

"Seriously, Inko? The boy's quirkless! That means nothing can get in the way of his training! You know as well as I do quirks focus ki in one place too much for saiyan training to do much anything. He could probably even be a super saiyan!"

Super saiyan? Izuku repeated in his head with confusion. Just what were they talking about?

"Izuku wants to be a hero! He couldn't handle all the stuff that you do." Inko sounded worried now. "Especially the...you know."

"He's a saiyan, even if it's just one-fourth of his blood. All we have to do is find his fighting spirit." She said.

"He's...he's not like you, Cuali. He's too kind-hearted for that kind of lifestyle."

"He wants to be a hero, right?" His aunt said. "He could be one with my training."

"I don't know. It's just...I don't want him to end up fighting the kinds of battles you do. The fate of the world on his shoulders. I don't know if even All Might could survive some of the people you fight..."

...What is she talking about? All Might's the number one hero! Izuku thought as he stood still concealed behind the wall.

"Besides, he is only a quarter saiyan. He might not be able to do all the things you do!" Inko said. Caulifla scoffed, her chicken finished and her arms crossed over her chest.

"Listen to you! It's like you think being a saiyan is the same thing as having a quirk!" Caulifla said. "As long as he has saiyan blood, he can do as much as me! With none of those useless quirks getting in the way of training."

"You only say that because you don't have one." Inko said. Caulifla harrumphed.

"And it's true. If I had a Quirk, I wouldn't be anywhere as powerful as I am now!" She said, her eyes closed.

"I know you're the most powerful being on the planet right now, but that doesn't mean you get to act so arrogant." Inko said in monotone. Caulifla scoffed, turning her head sharply to the side. "Just another reason why I won't let him train under you."

"Who cares about any of that?!" She said. "Besides, it would be Cabba training him, too."

"...Who's Cabba?" Inko said.

"He's the first person to unlock the super saiyan form. He's timid, but strong." She said. Inko smirked.

"So someone finally earned your respect?"

"Not even close!" Caulifla said.

Izuku stood hidden, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Was...aunt Caulifla stronger than All Might? Who was Cabba? What did "saiyan" mean? What kind of person could view Quirks as weak? Wasn't his aunt Quirkless herself? He had more questions than answers. He wanted to ask them, but...

His aunt was scary.

"Hey, kid!" Caulifla yelled, causing Izuku to yelp in surprise. Shaking, he stepped out from behind the wall, clutching his book to his chest as if it could be a some sort of shield. His aunt eyes were closed for a moment, before she opened them and looked at him. "How would you like to be a hero?"

"...But...I'm q-quirkless." Izuku hated that he lacked individuality. It saddened him to think of it like that, but it was true. He felt his eyes water as he thought about it, but he wasn't ready to give up on his dream. Maybe he would find out what his aunt was talking about. His aunt scoffed.

"So? Who said anything about needing a quirk to be a hero?" She said. Izuku blinked in surprise.

"B-but all the strongest heroes have quirks!" He nearly yelled. His aunt scoffed, standing up quickly and keeping her arms crossed.

"SO WHAT!" She yelled, causing Izuku to flinch. "I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT WHAT QUIRK YOU HAVE, OR LACK THEREOF!"

"...Y-yes, ma'am." He said hesitantly, which he was sure his aunt did not hear.

"I ASKED IF YOU WANTED TO BE A HERO. DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT?" She yelled. Izuku did not answer out of fear, which just angered his aunt more. "WELL?!"

"Y-YES, AUNT CAULIFLA!" He yelled, more out of fear than acceptance. His aunt smirked.

"Then, will you train under me and Cabba, to reach the level of a super saiyan?" She said. Izuku gulped.

"W-what is a s-super saiyan?" He proceeded with caution, not wanting her to yell at him again. To his surprise, she just chuckled, closing her eyes.

"This." She said.

On cue, a sudden blast of force hit the boy, nearly knocking him over. He flinched in surprise, putting up an arm in front of him to block his eyes, closing them in the process. After the force had left, all he heard was something close to the wiring of a machine. But it was more...natural, somehow. He lowered his arm and opened his eyes to look at his aunt...

Then gasped in surprise, staring with wide eyes. His aunt was covered in an incredible aura, billowing like fire around her. Her spiky hair had changed color, now a bright yellow. She stood there with her eyes closed and arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face. Izuku felt an immense pressure on him, but he didn't know what it was. All he knew was it was scary, how...powerful it felt. He couldn't even bring himself to make full sentences, as he tried to voice his thoughts.

"W-what...kind...q-quirk..." His aunt opened her eyes, her face contorted in a growling look. He noticed instead of the regular black, they were a strong blue.

"This isn't a quirk, boy! This is the super saiyan form!" She said. She then smirked again at Izuku. "And you'll achieve this power too."

"B-but how?" He asked. She sighed in exasperation, going back to her neutral form.

"I told you, by training! True strength isn't some quirk you're born with! It's achieved through power and hard-work!" Caulifla said with a strength that Izuku could not help but admire. He stared with shiny eyes at his aunt.

"Technically, you were born with that power." His mother said, but his aunt ignored that.

"So, I'll ask you one last time." She said, smiling at him. "Do you want to be a hero?"

"YES!" He yelled, throwing his fist in the air. He didn't completely understand what was going on. All he knew was that his aunt was giving him a chance to be a hero. In his little four-year-old mind, that was enough for him. He jumped in place excitedly, smiling at his aunt with all the vigor and energy his little body could muster.

"That's the spirit, kid!" His aunt said, smiling victoriously. Off in the background, his mother sighed in defeat.

"Why do I even bother inviting you?" She said, while her sister laughed mischievously.

"Tell me, kid." She walked up and put a hand on Izuku's shoulders. "What are your feelings on mountains?"

"...Huh?"

"Nothing. We start in three weeks."

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Two Weeks Later

Thirteen years Prior to the "Incident"

Izuku walked down his street, hurrying to get home. He was supposed to be training himself with small exercises so that his aunt's didn't hurt him. He had been doing only a few push-ups and sit-ups every day, along with running around his house a lot. It wasn't exactly training, but it definitely helped. As he walked down the way, he heard familiar laughing. He blinked in surprise and hurried down the way.

He saw a kid on the ground, hurt and crying. Katsuki and two other kids he didn't recognize were standing over the crying kid, Katsuki's two companions laughing.

"Why the hell are you crying?" Katsuki asked the kid on the ground. "It's just a game!"

That didn't stop the kid from crying. Katsuki scoffed at the boy.

"And you want to be a hero! What a joke!"

Izuku understood what was going on. He didn't know what to do about it, but he knew what was going on. Clenching his fist, Izuku ran towards the group. Katsuki was the first to notice him, followed by his two lackey's. Without thinking, Izuku stopped in the middle, creating a wall between the crying boy and Katsuki.

"K-Kachaan! H-He's not playing anymore!" Izuku yelled. "Kachaan" growled at Izuku.

"What the hell did you say, you quirkless bastard?!" Katsuki yelled. Izuku gulped in fear, but held his ground.

"H-He's c-crying! W-Whatever you're doing, h-he doesn't like it!" Izuku tried to sound strong, but his expression and the quivering of his body didn't help him appear stronger than he really was.

"So what?! He wanted to play heroes and villains! So we played! Like I have to explain myself to a useless person like you!" Kastuki yelled. Izuku froze for a moment, before finding his voice again.

"I-I'm...I'M NOT USELESS!" Izuku yelled, catching his ex-friend off guard. "I'M GOING TO BE A STRONG HERO, TOO!"

Katsuki pounded a fist into his open palm, creating a small explosion. His face was one of complete anger.

"Bastard." Katsuki growled. "You think a quirkless bastard like you can be a hero! You're nothing but a useless shit! You deku shit!"

"I CAN BE A HERO!" Izuku said.

Without warning, Katsuki punched Izuku in the stomach, a small explosion knocking Izuku a few feet back. The green-haired boy groaned in pain, not able to move. His shirt was ruined, and his stomach was scarred.

"Who the hell do you think you're yelling at!" Katsuki yelled. "Deku! That's your new name, you hear me! Deku shit!"

"Katsuki, there's an adult coming!" One of the lackey's said. "Let's get out of here!"

"Whatever!" Katsuki said, scoffing as he turned around and walked away, his two followers close behind.

"I'm..gonna be...a hero." Izuku managed to get out before he blacked out.