A/N: Hiya! So… this story was put on a several month hiatus… but that is officially over! In order to make it official, I have posted a new chapter, but while revisiting my old chapters, I found them rather… lacking. So I have decided that instead of simply pressing forward, I will proof-read and edit the first eight chapters and update them with my new, hopefully better writing. You are welcome to read the unedited chapters, but be warned, their quality is lacking.

Prologue

Gohan flew across the lush green landscape, barely able to control his excitement. He had finally convinced his mom to let him go to the museum to see the mysterious unbreakable music box that had been discovered in an ancient ruin a year ago.

'Just how unbreakable is unbreakable?' he wondered to himself. He had resumed his training a year ago, finally reaching Super Saiyan 2 again a mere month ago. In hind sight, there wasn't much to be proud of in the fact. He was fifteen, yet barely stronger than when he was eleven. Than again, he had to admit that his eleven year old self was quite the standard.

He sighed, recalling why he had been able to come in the first place. His mother had, at first, completely resisted the very idea of going to the city without Bulma with him. However, as time went on, people became more and more confident the music box was indestructible, going as far as paying anyone who managed to break it. Chi-chi, armed with the frying pan of doom and the knowledge that her son had the power of a nuclear warhead in his pinkie alone, immediately ordered him to destroy the ancient and undoubtedly historically significant artifact.

He frowned. What a shame. It would have been far more beneficial to study the thing, and learn just how it had become so impervious to impact.

He touched down just outside the metropolis known as Satan City and began to walk. 'Capsule Corp. is really helping the city grow,' he thought to himself as he watched countless faces pass by him. There were new shops, some chains some he had never heard of before, all bustling with activity. 'At this rate, the city will be on our doorstep in no time.'

After two hours of wandering aimlessly, taking his time to observe city life on his own for the first time, he finally saw the museum towering over the surrounding structures. He marveled at the size of the dome shaped architectural miracle that Capsule Corp. built, his respect only growing as he approached. Twelve stories high of various sizes, the brilliantly colored stained glass windows imported from castles made centuries ago, pieces of art themselves, were only matched by the intricate golden patterns that weaved their way around the building. It was one of the few buildings Bulma had designed, funded, and built herself, and was by far the greatest museum on the planet.

As his eyes were tracing the front of the building, he realized that there were school buses lined up in front. Using his heightened senses, he made out what looked like a group of kids his age coming out of them.

'When was the last time I talked to someone my age?' He wondered briefly, before deciding to break whatever streak he had going.

"Why do we have to spend all day at a museum?" A blond male whined. He was on the small side, but from his build the Demi-Saiyan guessed that he had the potential to bulk up with less effort than most people usually have to put forth.

"Come on Sharpener, it might be fun!" A blond girl offered optimistically from beside him. "And the fun begins," she whispered to herself as she saw Gohan.

"Hey," Gohan greeted when he saw he had been noticed, deciding to disregard the odd add on at the end of her sentence. "So you guys having a field trip or something?"

"Yup," The girl replied, "I'm Erasa, and this is Sharpener. What school do you go to by the way? I don't know you, so you can't be from orange star."

"I'm home schooled." He answered, "I live in the mountains quite a ways away, so I really don't have a choice."

"The mountains?" She repeated in surprise, "There aren't mountains for a hundred miles in… well, any direction. What brings you to the city, country boy?

"I wanted to take a look at this supposedly indestructible box," He answered truthfully. "My mom got this crazy idea that I could break it."

"Those are quite the standards," She noted.

"I am kinda strong for my age," he confessed, "But I don't think I want to break it, if it really is an ancient artifact. But I shouldn't complain, it's a good time to explore the city for once," he admitted.

"I could show you around afterwards if you want," she offered with a wink.

"Erasa, are you hitting on another hoodlum?" a voice voice from behind Gohan. He turned to see a girl with raven black hair in ponytails, who's piercing blue eyes were fixed accusingly on the blond. Unlike Sharpener, his assessment was that she couldn't bulk up if she tried. Her slightly toned muscles had traces of attempting just that, but her petite frame had obviously held her back.

"Be nice Videl," Erasa said playfully. "You just met him."

Her glare shifted to him, to which he raised an eyebrow. 'Is this how normal people glare?' he wondered to himself, 'If so, mom and Bulma are both masters…'

Eventually, she backed down, looking both angry and confused.

"You took the Satan stare without blinking?" Sharpener asked in amazement.

"I guess." He nonchalantly replied with a shrug. "Wait Satan?" he realized in surprise. "As in Hercule Satan?"

"Yea, you want an autograph?" Erasa asked with a wink, causing Gohan to snicker.

"Uh… no thanks," He replied, barely holding back a laugh.

Videl's eyes widened. "You don't want an autograph from the Hercule Satan?" she asked in astonishment. She was used to boys groveling at her feet, when they learned of her heritage.

"I'm good," he said, gathering himself. Videl seemed to reappraise him, this time looking away quickly, which Erasa picked up on immedietly.

"If you say so," responded Sharpener, who didn't quite seem to believe him.

"So have you guys heard of the new 'gang' that formed in west city?" Videl inquired, directing it at her blond friend as if to prove something. "They say they could become huge over the next couple years."

"They say that every other year," Sharpener said dismissively, "It never happens."

"But this time, the criminals aren't being caught, and there is some serious profit being had," Videl warned, "And our only lead is security cameras caught an 'H' tattoo on all the goons' chests."

"That doesn't mean anything," Gohan noted.

"It means the letter H means something," She countered.

"It's a gang," He replied, "It could mean anything, so it's not much of a lead."

The raven haired girl opened her mouth to argue, but an adult started asking for everyone's attention before they entered the museum. Taking it as a cue to leave, he slipped away from the group and entered the museum before anyone noticed he was missing.

Gohan walked through the different exhibits and was slightly… disappointed. He appreciated the pieces of artwork, but in the end they were simply paint on a piece of paper, and some of them simply looked awkward. The artifacts were mundane, hardly worth mentioning. What use was there in seeing an ancient king's sword if it didn't have any distinguishing characteristics from a normal sword? And how were dinosaur bones interesting in the slightest? They were a lot more fun alive. There wasn't a single historic fact he found that he hadn't already known. Also, his faith in the accuracy of the information was questioned by the 'spear the demon king piccolo used to slaughter millions'. He was pretty sure Piccolo didn't need a spear to fight, in fact, he knew from experience the only weapons warriors of their caliber could use were swords forged from the hardest materials.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a crowded room, with a few policemen in the center of the room. They were accepting one person at a time to step up with whatever tool they wanted to try to break a small box with intricate carvings that resembled ivy spreading off of a shield. The music box was placed on a scratched white marble pedestal, which probably resulted from the fact people had brought everything from baseball bats to shotguns, none of which left even a scratch on the intended target.

Eventually they called over the Super Saiyan, who stepped up to the pedestal with confidence.

"What are you going to use?" A policeman asked him.

"Nothing but my hands," he replied politely, lifting the box. It seemed like he was simply studying it, but in reality he was slowly applying pressure to see how resilient it actually was. He was shocked to find that it could withstand the full amount of pressure that he could produce from his hands.

He put it back on the pedestal, and stepped back. Getting a running start, he jumped to the ceiling, shocking the bystanders. Looking down at his target, he shot towards it at hypersonic speeds, a sonic boom following his sudden movement.

His fist collided head on with the music box, and the pedestal became a cloud of dust under the pressure. However, as it cleared enough to see, the music box was left revealed to be completely intact.

'Mom will flip if I don't come back with the prize money!' he realized, and in a moment of panic, hurled the box through a wall before anyone with normal senses could see.

Once everything cleared, the surprised audience took in the sight of the boy standing where the pillar existed only seconds before.

The police men came over congratulating him, and handed him a check. He looked around to at all the attention he was getting, and mumbled something about being late just before he ran from the room.

When he found an empty room in the museum, he went ran out of the museum, unnoticed due to moving faster than the untrained eye could see. He searched the surrounding area in this fashion, finding the music box in a garbage can a few blocks away.

'I should destroy this so I'm not stealing,' He decided, going Super Saiyan 2, 'It would be mean to simply take the money, and not do what they asked.'

Gohan levitated into the air before throwing it up while cupping his hands at his side.

"KAMEHAMEHA!" he roared, thrusting the beam at the little box. This time the box shattered without resistance, directly towards a passing helicopter. He redirected it, only to find another helicopter in that direction. Loosing some control over the blast after repeatedly finding helicopters and jets in the way, Gohan directed the blast back towards the only thing strong enough to take the blast. Himself. Throwing up his arms, he took the blast head on to prevent the destruction of the city.

The blast was colossal, lighting up the sky like a second Sun. 'I think I overdid it a little' he noticed as he looked at his bloodied arms. 'I'm defiantly going to have to see Dende after this'.

Just before he passed out, he heard a beautiful melody.

A/N: I believe this is much better… However, this took me longer than most of you'd probably guess. If there are any willing beta readers who are crazy about homophones, or just overall picky about grammar, it would really help out! Also, if you find anything wrong in the edited OR unedited chapters, flame your little hearts out! I want to catch every little misspelling and punctuation error, and hopefully make these rewrites as good as possible. hell, call me out for not capitalizing this sentence! Thanks for everyone who will help out, and happy reading to those who don't. :D

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