Hey guys! Firestorm40 here. So, as you can all see, I'm rewriting my Dragon Ball Academia story. The reason being is because I feel like it could've been better than how I originally did it. Enjoy!

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"Quick! We're lucky neither the police or any pros have arrived yet. Let's just take the duffel bags and get the hell out of here!"

Keeping his hands pointed at the hostages, the masked robber inclined his head towards the bags spread across bank counter. His fellow companions, whose faces were concealed with the same plastic mask as their boss, nodded at their leader' order and began collecting the duffel bags.

"You shouldn't be doing this! This money doesn't belong to you!" One of the hostages said loudly, his voice filled with anger. "And how dare you deface our World Champion by wearing his face as your mask!"

In response to his outburst, the leader of the bank robbers fired an electric blast near the kneeling hostage as a warning shot, scorching the floor in front of him. Grinning underneath his mask as the hostage backed down in fear, the leader bellowed, "I don't give an ass whose money it is. It's ours now!"

That seemed to deter any more protesters among the group of hostages, who began looking down at the marble floor in trepidation.

"We got it all chief!" The leader, nicknamed Red, looked back and was pleased to find all five of his companions each carrying two duffels. Ten bags filled to the brim with bundles upon bundles of zeni.

Nodding towards his men, the leader turned back to the hostages and shouted, "I don't want no funny business, unless you want to end up like these guards over here."

He gestured towards the bloodied security guards who lay unconscious near his feet, as if to accentuate his warning. "Now you lot better stay kneeled on the ground even after we're out of here! Anyone moves or tries to stop us, and I don't care if they an old man or a child, they die!"

As the hostages nodded in understanding of his command, the group of robbers quickly filed out through the entrance of Satan City General Bank. Upon exiting the building, they could immediately hear police sirens blaring in the distance. It would only be minutes until either the police or professional heroes arrived.

Almost simultaneous to their withdrawal from the bank, their getaway vehicle - a large white van - screeched up to the curb of the sidewalk. The six robbers quickly made their way down the stairs leading down from the bank and one by one, jumped into the van through its backdoor. As soon as the last robber made it in, the van launched back onto the road.

The robbers huddled together in a circle at the back of the van, holding on tightly to their stolen loot.

"You boys got everything?" The driver asked, as he sped through the traffic.

"Sure did, Purple!" One of the robbers exclaimed, lifting up one of the duffle bags to his nose. He was nicknamed Blue. "Five-hundred million zeni all up in these bad boys. Another successful heist committed by the Red Shark Gang."

"That raid was so easy. That had to be a new record - five minutes tops. Those lazy guards stood no chance against us! You'd think a bank endorsed by the World Champ himself would have better security. We took down those fat bastards in one minute. " One of the other robbers, nicknamed Green, added.

"You both shouldn't celebrate yet," Another robber, nicknamed Yellow, warned them, keeping his Ak-47 close to his chest. "Until we reach the meeting point, we're still at risk of being caught. If not by the police or pros, then by Satan's daughter or that-"

"Relax Yellow. Everything's going according to plan. Our bosses planned everything out meticulously. Once the police arrive at that bank, we'll be way too far ahead of them," Blue said. "Besides, that's why we have our fearless Red with us. Unless All Might's decided to visit Satan City today, his Quirk can easily take anyone who tries to mess with us."

Before Red could respond, he suddenly lurched forward, his legs buckling underneath him as the van came to an abrupt halt. Thankfully, before he collide onto the floor, Yellow caught him by the collar and pulled him back upright.

Patting Yellow's back in thanks to his companion, Red shouted to their driver, "What the hell is going on, Purple? We hit something?"

The driver looked back, his expression contorted with confusion, "No chief. There's nothing in the road in front of us. And the van's working fine as well. It's as if something has hooked us from behind. It's stopping us from moving."

To prove his point, Purple pressed his foot hard against the accelerator, only to be met with the sound of the van's skidding tires.

Red frowned. Could the police possibly have caught up with them so quickly. No, they couldn't have. If they had, they would have attempted to surround them and call for their surrender. Or had a pro hero found them whilst on patrol? That was definitely a possibility, and one that Red was ready for.

Red looked to his men, "I'm gonna open the backdoor and see what's up. If it's the police, then I'll cut off whatever they've used to hold back the van while you guys give me covering fire. If it's a pro, only fire if I say so."

"Got it boss." Blue said, as the others readied their AK-47s.

Red moved to the back of the van. He took a deep breath, charged up his hands with electricity and unlocked the latch. However, before he could slid it open, the backdoor was suddenly ripped off its hinges, rocking the van. The unexpected force caught Red and his fellow bank robbers by surprise, throwing them against the back of the van's front seats and onto their backsides.

As Red and the others arose from the floor, Blue holstered his rifle and screeched, "Holy crap, it's the Golden Crusader"

Red turned to look, his eyes widening in surprise at what he saw. Standing there with the bursted open backdoor at his feet was a average, muscular teenager with spiky golden-blonde hair and skin that seemed to glow faintly yellow. He wore a secured by a black knot-tied obi over his waist, blue wristbands,  dark blue boots with a yellow border and red laces. However, what startled Red the most was his eyes. His turquoise-teal eyes glared daggers at the group of robbers, his scowl deepening with every second. To those not hardened by a years of crime, the face he showed to the bank robbers made him look quite frightening.

'So this is the Golden Crusader, huh.' Red thought, feeling the electricity crackle in his hands. 'I'll admit, he does look a tad more impressive in real life than those blurry pictures of him on the internet. But in the end, the bastard's just a goddamn vigilante.'

Behind the Golden Crusader, a dozen or so cars had skidded to a halt, having had to stop abruptly to avoid hitting the vigilante or the van. Several passengers had exited their vehicles; many of whom were either watching or recording the scene before them.

"It's not good to steal. Return everything back and peacefully surrender to the police, or else," The golden-haired man voice was deep and commanding, though to Red, it almost sounded like a child attempting to act like a man.

"TAKE THIS YOU GOLDEN-HAIRED FREAK!" Before Red or the others could stop him, Blue aimed his firearm at the Golden Crusader and fired what seemed like an entire magazine at the vigilante. Under normal circumstances, Red would have scolded him for his hastiness. Despite his aggressive demeanour, Red had always advocated the minimisation of needless deaths during their heists. However, Red could do nothing but gape in shock.

Not only had the Golden Crusader avoided all the bullets, he had caught them all with his bare hands. It happened in the blink of an eye; there was not even a scratch or a graze on his skin. Red had never seen anyone move their hands so swiftly. The vigilante smirked at their stunned silence, and outstretched his arms, dozens upon dozens of bullet shells dropping from his hands.

Shaking his head to clear his head, Red launched himself forward and activated his Quirk, feeling the electricity pulsating through his body. If he didn't do something quick to stop him, this golden-haired fighter would ruin their consecutive run of successful heists across the city.

"Get out of our way!" Red shouted, firing twin electric blasts at the golden-haired vigilante.

To Red's surprise, the Golden Crusader deflected the blasts with his hands, redirecting them into the sky as to avoid hitting any bystanders. Before Red could blink, the Golden Crusader vanished, seemingly into thin air, before reappearing in the van, encircled by the group.

The six bank robbers surrounded him. Before they could attack, the Golden Crusader punched both Blue and Yellow in the stomach, the strength of his blow immediately knocking them out. Green tried to strike him with his rifle, but the vigilante grabbed the firearm, crushed it in his bare arms, and flicked Green in the face with his fingers. He then turned to the robbers known as Pink and White, and used to his legs to sweep them off their feet, before chopping their neck with controlled precision.

As the unconscious Green, Pink and White fell to meet the floor, The Golden Crusader turned to Red, who could feel his entire body trembling. He had neutralised his men in mere seconds. The criminal had been operating in the Red Shark Gang for nearly twenty years, but in all that time, he had never seen a powered individual move as quickly or as decisively at this vigilante. Hell, from what he had seen, he was as fast as the some of the Pros themselves, maybe faster. And with how he had caught those bullets, he was almost positive this golden fighter was as invulnerable as All Might too.

'What kinda Quirk does this freak have? Super speed? Super strength?'

"Don't move, freak," Over the Golden Crusader's shoulder, Red saw Purple press an assault rifle against the back of the vigilante. "Unless you want a bullet in your spine."

Purple stood up on his seat, his forehead beading his sweat. He turned his head to Red, "I got him, boss. Just knock him out with one of your electric blasts. The van's still runnin', and we can still break off before the cops come. We can bring him back to base and show him how the Red Shark Gang treats those who interfere with our operations. I'm sure Leader Rock will want a word with him."

Red grinned, making a mental note to thank Purple later. He activated his Quirk once more, feeling the electricity course through his body. However, as he directed it towards his hands, The Golden Crusader narrowed his eyes, and said something under muttered breath.

Red frowned, unable to hear what he was saying, "Eh, what the hell are you babbling about?"

"Sorry, I should have spoken louder," The golden-haired teen said. "I asked whether those electric attacks of those kill people?"

"Nah, they don't. I'm not a killer, kid. They just knock yah unconscious," Red answered. "Why, you scared to die, punk?"

The Golden Crusader grinned at that. "Not particularly."

"Well, you'll wish you were dead after our boss has his way with you!" And with that, Red fired another blast of electricity at the Golden Crusader.

Before the electric blast could hit him, The Golden Crusader vanished, the attack passing by where he previously stood. Red could not help but watch in horror as it collided into Purple, smashing the driver hard against the mirror of the van. As the driver slumped against the dashboard of the van, unconscious, Red felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

Red whirled around with raised hands, only to be immediately met with the side of the Golden Crusader's palm against his neck. Red fell to the ground, feeling his entire world turn to black. The last image he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was the Golden Crusader standing above him, regarding him with a triumphant smile.

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'Well, that went better than I expected.' Son Goku Jr thought to himself, as he depowered in an alleyway adjacent to Satan City General Bank. 'That whole thing took like what, two minutes tops? Has to be a new record. Let's hope next time, I can deal with these type of situations even quicker! I don't want them messing up Grandpa Hercule's legacy.'

Under the alias known to the public as the Golden Crusader, the fifteen-year-old grandson of Pan had just delivered the van of bank robbers to the police officers assembled outside the bank. However, the teenager had used his super speed to disappear from their view, just as the officers had attempted to question him. As well-intentioned as the Satan City Police Force were, the Golden Crusader could not afford to interact with the law enforcement in any capacity. Due to his status as a vigilante, he knew they would ultimately be forced to arrest him.

Goku exited the alley, wearing a red jacket with a black undershirt, blue jean shorts and red boots with yellow accents he had stored in a bag underneath a large trash bin in the passageway. Since his first appearance as the Golden Crusader in Satan City one month prior, Goku had become synonymous as the uniform of the vigilante. As such, whenever he came to the city, he had been forced to bring with him a spare change of clothes. In doing so, it allowed him to blend in seamlessly with the populace of his Grandpa Hercules' namesake, Satan City.

Goku looked towards the bank, slinging his back onto his back. The police were currently in the process of locking off the bank as a crime scene; there didn't appear to be any professional heroes present. A crowd of spectators had gathered near the bank, talking amongst themselves about the failed bank heist. Many were muttering about the surprise appearance - and subsequent disappearance - of the Golden Crusader. As the hostages were being safely led out of the bank's entrance, Goku spotted the unconscious criminals being loaded into a police van.

'All in all, a good way to cap off an afternoon's work. That should be enough for today. I should get those groceries mom asked me to buy. Now if I remember correctly, it was vegetables, salmon, ramen, chicken breasts..." He began muttering to himself as he walked off.

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"WOOOH!" Goku shouted as he soared through the air, a wide smile stretched across his face.

Having finished grocery shopping, Gohan sat atop the magical yellow cloud known as Flying Nimbus, flying through the blue-and-white sky. With the winds brushing through his hair and the lush spread of fields and mountains below him, it was these moments of flight that granted Gohan a reprieve from the incessant routine of his life.

Of course, he could have easily flown without the aid of Flying Nimbus, but his grandmother refused to risk the chance of him being spotted. Without a provisional hero license, individuals were not allowed to use their Quirks out in the public. Although his ability to fly did not derive from a Quirk, Goku had agreed with both his grandmother and Bulma's assessment; he doubted that the authorities that regulated the usage of powers would understand the intricacies of ki control.

Being airborne also gave Goku the opportunity to think and reflect. It was approaching the nine-year anniversary since the end of the World Martial Arts Tournament known as the "Tenkaichi Budokai" and since he and his rival Vegeta Jr both fought for the title of champion. Apparently their families went way back and knew each other quite well. Goku, along with most of his relatives from his grandmother's side, were hybrid Saiyans, with their bloodline beginning with Goku Sr. himself.

 Vegeta Jr, and his family were also Saiyan hybrids through his ancestor's rival, the former Prince of Saiyans, Vegeta.

Eventually, Goku reached the Son home. After waving goodbye to Flying Nimbus, Gohan unlocked the door and entered into his house. Said home was rather a simple two story building. Despite their family's wealth, his grandmother Pan opted for him to live in such a simple home due to herself living in one with her family when she was younger.

He was immediately met by the smell of his grandmother's delicious cooking.

"Grandma, I'm home," Goku called out, slipping off his sneakers. "I got the groceries."

"Alright, Goku. Just come to the kitchen and let's see what you have." His grandmother responded from another room.

Goku entered the main room of the Son residence. His grandmother had begun cooking dinner. He then heard the TV on and went into the living room to see the news was on. "You're watching the news?" 

"For the most part, yes." Pan replied from the kitchen. "I'm just watching the news - All Might's just defeated a group of villains who kept some old people hostage. That man sometimes reminds me of your grandfather"

"Yeah, he does." Goku agreed, looking at the T.V. screen. He found himself staring at the image of a very large man with a incredibly muscular and well-defined physique, laughing at something a reporter had suggested. He had short blond hair, swept backwards, with two distinct tufts that stuck up above his head, leaning slightly to each side, which cast a dark shadow over his face, hiding everything but his bright blue eyes. That was the number-one hero in Japan: All Might.

The top-ranked hero was someone that Goku admired besides his ancestors. Unlike other pro heroes, who simply pursued a career as a hero for fame or fortune, All Might was a person who truly believed in promoting the tenants and principles of a true hero. From everything Goku had seen, All Might was extremely friendly and amiable, with a colourful and dramatic personality. In fact, in some ways, like Pan said, he eerily reminded him of his father. They both shared that easy-going smile; the same smile that showed off a bright, borderline obnoxious, can-do attitude that would inspire others around them.

All Might was a hero that Goku hoped to be like one day.

"Speaking of superheroes, Goku, after you unload the groceries, I need to speak to you about U.A." Pan called from behind them.

Goku left the living room and pulled out a DynoCap from his capsule box and clicked it open, throwing it on the dinner table. Immediately, bags upon bags of groceries appeared on the table.

The half-saiyan turned to look at his grandmother, "I got everything you asked, Grandma."

"That's great, Goku. After you wash up and do your homework, I'll make sure to cook you a large dinner. Beerus knows you have such an enormous appetite. Ah well, at least it gives me a chance to try out a few new recipes."

Goku smiled at his grandmother. Despite looking like she was in her 60's, Son Pan was already 110 years old. Her long life-span could be attributed to her being quite the martial artist back in the day and staying healthy every day.. Her gray hair was tied in a bun behind her head, while she wore a red shirt with a purple cloth tied on the back with turquoise pants and blue martial art shoes. Although Goku feared his grandmother's fiery temper, he greatly loved and appreciated her for everything she had done for him.

"Hey, Grandma, you wanted to talk to me about U.A.?"

"Yes, I did," Pan turned around and appraised her son with a thoughtful stare. "I know I've asked you this before, but are you absolutely sure you want to go to a hero academia? With your skills, sweetie, you could just become a hero in your own right, not by what some piece of paper says."

"In way, you're right. " Goku explained. "I could just save people the way Grandpa Goku and the others did. The thing is, people of the era don't accept that kind of thing like back then. As a licensed hero, I can use my powers in the open to aid anyone who needs me. No villains would be able to get the better of me - I would be able to defeat them and save innocents from their terror. I don't have to hide who I am from the world anymore."

"You already do that as a Super Saiyan at in Satan City." Pan reminded him. "Just like your Grandpa Gohan was as the 'Great Saiyanman.'"

"Technically, what I'm doing in Satan City is illegal, Grandma. If I had a hero license-"

"-you would be an amazing hero, I know," Pan said, sighing. "I'm not doubting your ability to be a hero, sweetie. Like I've always said, you have potential to be as strong as your Grandpa Goku. It's just...this is not how I expected it to happen. Gaining a hero license doesn't define what a hero is, it's the heart that does. Our ancestors were the first heroes on Earth during their time, it's a shame how things have becomes since then."

"I agree with that," Goku nodded. "But their legacy wasn't lost to time - I'm the grandson of the legendary Goku, remember?"

At that, Pan smiled, "Yes, yes you're definitely his grandson. You both have that desire to protect people - I just hope that unlike him, it doesn't end up with you sacrificing herself for the greater good."

Goku nodded in understanding, "Don't worry Grandma. There's no one on Earth that have a power level like Frieza or Cell. Heck, I think even Master Roshi could defeat almost any hero or villain on Earth. Even the worst of the worst Vegeta can handle blindfolded. Also, I guess it would be kinda nice to meet others with powers like mine."

"I suppose so," Pan said. "Well, if you are really insistent about this, then go. Enroll at U.A. High School, earn your full hero license and show them why our family were trues heroes. It is the top-ranked hero academia in Japan, so at least I can brag that my grandson is among the best of the best."

"Well, technically, I still have to pass the Entrance Exam to get into U.A.," Goku said, cheekily grinning. "There's still a chance I won't make it in."

Pan scoffed, turning back to her cooking, "Please, the day Vegeta actually admits in front of all our friends and family that heroes are amazing is the day you fail the Entrance Exam. Whatever it is, I expect you to get the top result. Do you understand, Goku Jr?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now go take a shower and prepare," Pan said. "The Entrance Exam is in one week to this day. Tomorrow's traning begins in earnest and I'm not gonna have my grandson rusty on his first day."

"Looking forward to it!"

"Oh, and Goku?" His grandmother spoke as she began chopping up meat. "Try not to be late for the Entrance Exam. Set your alarm for 6:00 AM sharp. How will it look if all those pro heroes first impression of you is of your tardiness."

Goku gave her the trademark Son grin, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll make sure to wake up extra early to get to the Entrance Exam on time."

Pan chuckled at Goku's response. "Extra early? Huh, that'll be the day."

With that, Goku swirled around to walk upstairs, hoping to get in a quick shower before finishing his homework. There was still so much work to be done.

"It's said, there are seven mystical orbs capable of granting any wish when brought together. With them, anything the heart desires can be attained, whether unfathomable riches or absolute power. These mysterious, wish-granting orbs are known as the 'Dragonballs'.

However, it is not around these Dragonballs that this extraordinary story unfolds with new challenges and adventures awaiting Goku Jr at every turn. This...is the story of how our young warrior and his friends become Earth's greatest defenders."

(Opening Theme - Dragon Soul)

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Thanks for reading! Seriously, please review and let me know what you liked and didn't like, any story suggestions, pairings, etc. If I decide to use one story element you suggest, I promise I'll credit you. I do have a rough plan for what this story is - trust me, it will diverge from mainline MHA around Hideout Raid Arc to be its own thing. I'm really excited.

In case people are wondering, there will be romantic elements to this story. He will have a love interest however. I'm actually conflicted however if he should pair with one of the following: Ochaco, Mina, or Itsuka. I'm leaning more to Ochaco, but hhichever people like, please let me know. I have ideas for all of them!

Next chapter will be Entrance Exam Arc.

All credit goes to the authors of My Hero Academia and Dragon Ball Z/Super. I don't own anything.

Anyone have any questions please let me know.

Stormy out!