My Hero Academia - Saiyaman

- 2 years later -

Two more years had passed. My birthday was a few months ago and I was now already 5 years old. Thankfully, I had already manifested my Quirk shortly after I turned 4 years old.

By the way, at the age of 4, it was usually the time for someone to manifest their Quirk. In the past year, I was constantly on the edge and fearful of the possibility that I would be Quirkless.

Luckily, that was not the case. Weeks after my 4th birthday, I finally manifested my Quirk.

And boooy, I'll tell ya.. I was stunned speechless when I somehow got the information about my Quirk in my mind.

I was in a room with my parents when I first manifested it, so they were scared when they saw me petrified standing there without reacting to them.

They didn't know what was wrong with me, and when I told them that I had manifested my Quirk, they at first thought that I was disappointed with my Quirk. When I told them that this wasn't the case, they nudged me to show it to them.

And I did. Like my parents, I had the ability to manipulate energy and, in a roundabout way, power up my physical abilities. My parents were ecstatic when they heard that. They thought that I had a mutated Quirk from theirs.

Even when they brought me to the doctor, they concluded and thought that I had a fusion of my parents' Quirks, which normally seemed not to be that wrong, considering the similarity.

The doctor called it [Energy Augmentation] which I found kinda lame, but that wasn't important, right now.

When I received the information about my Quirk, I finally realized why my parents' Quirks sounded so familiar back then..

I was a Saiyan.

A freaking Saiyan.

I didn't know why would I exactly get the bloodline and abilities from 'Dragon Ball', but it seemed like 'God' didn't forget about me. While I was a Saiyan, it was still a little bit different, though.

First, I didn't have a monkey tail. I didn't know why I wasn't born with one, but I was nonetheless happy about it. I wasn't quite fond of the idea of transforming into a Great Ape during full moon.

I concluded that I was similar to Goten and Trunks. I was also originally disappointed when I thought that I wouldn't be a pure Saiyan, but when I thought about Gohan and his immense potential, I became relieved afterwards. Although Gohan was born with a tail, he nevertheless was a half-saiyan like Goten.

And second, my powers weren't that strong like the usual Saiyan. I got information from that 'unknown' source that my powers were a little bit restricted in this world, but if I someday decided to go to another world like the world of 'Dragon Ball', which I seemingly could when I became strong enough, the restrictions will be lifted and I would gain an even more increase of strength afterwards.

The restrictions were placed on me due to the reason that even the weakest Saiyan could blow up this world with some time, should they have properly trained.

And although I was being restricted, my 'Quirk' would still get stronger and grow faster than anyone else's. Even as a 'downgraded' Saiyan, its potential was still far higher than even 'One For All'.

When I'll be older and powerful enough, I would still be able to destroy a wide area with just a 'Ki Blast'.

By the way, 'Ki' referred to the energy that me and my mother were using.

Well, the downside of gaining this power was more or less becoming a glutton, but that wasn't so bad, was it?

All in all, my life was quite comfortable. My family wasn't really short of money because my parents were prominent Pro Heroes, so we had quite a big house. What delighted me was that there was even a training room at the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Well, again, I spent my days quite happily. Although, there were occasionally some moments where my mother let her other personality loose which my father and I had to bear the brunt for, I was still happy about the time I could spend with my parents.

In the next few months, I was finally going to attend elementary school. Naturally, my excitement for that was completely nonexistent.

I was proclaimed as a genius by my parents and some of their friends because I could speak and walk quite early on. They were also amazed by my impressive intellect for my age.

Well, since I was an a.d.u.l.t stuck inside a kid's body, it should be self-evident..

I was attending an elementary school in America. It was a good school according to some internet ratings. The teachers there were quite good at Quirk counseling, so kids who already manifested their Quirk were being properly guided by them on how to slowly control their abilities.

I didn't really need any of this, though. My Quirk was more of a bloodline and was already more or less in my full control, so I only had to concentrate more on how to efficiently manipulate Ki.

Luckily, I had my mother to guide me, who already had a great proficiency over it.

I also asked my parents to seriously train me, but they refused and told me that I was still too young for that and instead should just enjoy my childhood.

In the end, I decided to train by myself with the knowledge of some training routines from a few animes, and the memories from my previous life. I'll start with refreshing, as well as practicing the martial arts I once learned.

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- 3 years later -

I was now 8 years old. School was boring as always. There wasn't really anybody noteworthy in the school, but I still made some friends nonetheless, about which my parents were really happy about, by the way.

This was due to the reason that they had been a little bit afraid that I wouldn't be able to make friends due to my m.a.t.u.r.e attitude.

There were also some girls trying to get near me because of my appearance. Not to sound narcissistic or something, but I was really handsome. I inherited the genes of both of my parents, a manly and handsome man and a fairy-like woman.

I was already 158 cm tall and I was taller than most of the other kids in my school. I also already gained some muscles on my body as well, but they were rather refined and my body was still quite lean, so you couldn't see them unless I took my shirt off.

I had not too short but also not too long black hair that stood on end in a spiky formation, and with a single bang hanging over the right side of my forehead. It did kinda look like Gohan's hair from 'Dragon Ball', just that it was a little bit longer in length.

My eyes were mesmerizing black in color, which seemed to be able to suck anybody in who was staring at them for too long.

Right now, I was eating dinner with my mom and my dad.

My dad suddenly stopped eating, turned his eyes towards me and asked, "Son, what do you want to be in the future?"

My mother also stopped eating and looked at me, waiting for my answer.

I looked both of them in their eyes and replied without hesitation, "Pro Hero! I want to be a Pro Hero in the future!"

My mom stared at me for a few seconds and then asked in a serious tone, "Are you really sure about that? Being a Pro Hero isn't that easy and cool as it may seem. It could be very dangerous. There are many dangerous Villains out there. You could possibly die. Are you still determined to become one after hearing that?"

I immediately replied, "Yes, I'm 100% sure!"

"No matter who I will fight against, I won't lose!"

"It would be a real pity if I have the power to save others, but didn't use it."

"One day, I will definitely become the Number One Hero in the whole world!" I childishly proclaimed.

Although, I wasn't someone who would help others with no specific reasons in my previous world, except for that one time, my new life in this world had somehow changed me.

I had wonderful parents who loved me and whom I loved. Though, they were already quite strong and could defend themselves, you never know what could happen.

That was one of the reasons I decided to become strong, stronger than anyone – to protect them from any harm that may befall them.

Of course, a different reason would be my Saiyan blood. Although, it wasn't that bad like with the usual Saiyans, but I still got a little bit influenced by it.

I sometimes caught myself wanting to battle others. Fortunately, the urge wasn't that strong, yet, so I could still suppress it.

So, fear a strong enemy? In fact, I'll gladly welcome them.

If they annoy me, I will f.u.c.k.i.n.g blast a 'Kamehameha' at their face.