Disclaimer: I own nothing but Nathan and the names of his "foster parents", along with everything else up to the start of the ACTUAL story. Many references will be made. All rights to their original owners, blah, blah, blah...

Warning: I wrote this story for fun, so sorry if you get triggered by OC being OP or an asshole. I wrote this without an actual purpose. OC will have abilities of other characters.

Prologue - Pilot

A small 14-year-old boy sat on a large blue bean-bag chair as he watched the newest episode of DragonBall Super on Crunchyroll through his PS4. He was 5 feet tall, wearing a black hoodie with red lines on the arms, a red T-shirt with a Black Superman symbol on it under the hoodie, and greyish-black jeans with small scuff marks at the knees. His short, spiky brown hair moved a bit as the breeze came in through his bedroom's open window. On his face were some glasses with thin lenses and a thick black frame, which kept his hazel-colored eyes focused. If one looked hard enough, they would notice a small scar above his left eyebrow going about halfway in, but it looked quite faded.

This was the look of Nathan Smith. An average schoolboy with a goal of becoming a mechanic in his future. Plastered on his walls were posters for Motorbikes and what looked like sports cars. His black and red running shoes were at the side of his bed with his white sock stuffed inside, prepared for when he needs to go outside.

Nathan looked over at his door, a poster of a red Dodge Viper with silver rims and tinted windows greeted his eyes before he yanked his bedroom door open after finishing watching his TV show. "Ultra Instinct is kinda awesome. Reminds me of that whole Matrix bullet dodge scene. Did Toriyama rip it off?" he wondered out loud whilst he went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hi, Karen! Hey, Barry! G'Mornin' to ya!" he greeted happily to his foster parents as he slid two crumpets into their toaster. Pressing the switch down to start the toaster, he sat down, pouring himself a cup of apple juice that was in a jug on the table into one of the glasses that were set on the table beside it. Barry sighed as he pulled his hand back through his greying hair, while Karen and Nathan chuckled, much to his chagrin. "Hey, old fart; if you keep doing that, there won't be much hair to brush back soon," Nathan spoke snarkily. This caused Barry to go red in the face, while Karen could barely contain herself from laughing.

The giggling blonde older lady with eyes as green as the apples in their garden tried her best not to laugh at Nathan's continual jabs at Barry, but it was getting too much to handle, especially for her balding grey-haired co-worker who worked for the Saint Eileen's Care System like she did. Barry was the butt of many old man jokes for Nathan, yet he had no snappy shots at her, which quite surprised her. Sure, she was 36, but Barry was 48 years old. The only thing she got from Nathan was small glares when he thought she was killing his fun.

"Football club is today. School is closed for teacher training day, so I'm gonna hang out with my friends. That okay with you guys?" Nathan asked his carers as he sipped his mug of apple juice. He knew Barry thought that his friends were a bad influence, but Karen encouraged Nathan to go out and socialize with others. She gave him a small grin and a thumbs up before telling him something.

"Nathan, If you're going to be out with your friends, I'll need to put it in the log-book upstairs in the office so that the company knows. You know how they are. They like to make sure they know where the kids are going or have been going." Karen said as she gave him a reassuring smile. He nods slowly, quietly mumbling to himself about how it annoyed him. He hated having little privacy invasions like that, but he knew it was for safety reasons and reluctantly gave in.

Finishing his drink and taking his crumpets in a few bites he quickly runs upstairs, puts on his socks and shoes, and starts packing his sports kit for the football practice match he was going to have with his friends. For his kit, he chose to have something like Autumn attire, since it wasn't the winter season just yet, but it was still a little chilly. He grabbed a set of black 3/4 length tracksuit shorts with red stripes down the sides, a red Arsenal T-shirt with the number 10 on the back and his name above it, and two black wristbands. his running shoes were quite sturdy, so he played while wearing them, since it wasn't a serious match.

Picking up his smartphone, he called Alan Baker, his best friend since childhood, and also boyfriend since they were experimenting together. They didn't see themselves as gay, but as bisexual as both of them were attracted to both genders. "Alan, get ready for the practice match. I'm heading over to Westley Park, so I'm expecting you to bring the sandwiches this time." he snickered as Alan sighed over the other end.

Alan pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard Nathan tell him he was the lunch-maker today. he forgot that it was his turn to make the lunch sandwiches for himself and Nathan. They took turns each time after the club, but somewhere along the line, Alan lost track of whose turn it was. "Sorry, I forgot it was my turn today. I'll get on that..." he grumbled as he hung up.

A few hours later, Nathan laughed as he and his friend/boyfriend Alan sat together, talking about the captain's many mistakes during practice. "I really thought Craig would have passed to Dean, but instead, he tries to do a backflip over Callum with the ball between his feet. Next thing, he's face-first in the grass!" Nathan chuckled heartily as he spoke. Alan shook his head slowly, grinning from ear to ear. Craig the team captain was angry and tried to get between the two, only to receive a slap across the back of the head from Dean. Dean gave the couple a wink and a thumbs up, showing his support for the young couple.

Craig however, was having none of it. "I don't get why Dean and Callum invited you two faggots onto the team. You'll just ruin everything," he spoke with venom in his voice. This elicited gasps from most of the group such as Dean, Callum, Alan, Jason, Darren, Anthony, and Scott. Scott got up from his bench and punched Craig in the jaw, knocking a tooth from the tall captain's mouth before Nathan sighed and walked out the door. Scott ran out the door to go after Nathan after giving Craig a serious glare, telling him he wasn't done with the homophobe.

Catching up to Nathan, Scott placed a hand on the short boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, everyone hates Craig now. He'll get voted off the team, and a new captain will be voted in tonight," he said with confidence in his voice. "The school already knows he's a homophobic jackass, but now we have witnesses from the club who can confirm the rumors. At least he didn't try to break you guys up, right? You two started dating 8 months ago, so I think you should be happy. Let your friends deal with Craig." with that, Scott left the street corner and turned back. "I'm gonna pack up the equipment. Catch you later, bud!"

Putting on his headphones, Nathan turned on his radio app as he went left at Farringdon Street and walked towards the footpath across the street which was his shortcut home. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright light as he was crossing the street. All he could see were the blinding headlights before his world faded to black.