Hercule's body trembled, not with fear, excitement, or anger. He sat down, exhausted. "Hooboy…" He smiled weakly, exhausted from the day's events. He stared out at his handiwork. Before him lay a sea of bodies also collapsed from exhaustion. Hercule had left Kami's group of trainees after only a year of training, not out of arrogance, fear, or a lack of talent, but because Miguel was getting sick. The doctors said that they had discovered a tumor near her liver, but luckily, it was caught quickly enough to save her life, unfortunately, this left her weak, unable to do the strenuous activities required of her as a musical star. At first, fans would cry out for her, standing vigil and in support, but, like most ephemeral loves, they quickly moved on, save for the few die-hard fans. Miguel had attempted to continue her career, but after having been so long without singing, her skills wained, and her depressive mood worsened. Hercule came back because he wanted to support his girlfriend, even after Jazz came over and helped heal Miguel through magic, the girl's desire to re-enter stardom was gone.

"Alright, that's it for today." Hercule smiled at the hundreds of people, the hundreds of disciples of the Neo Satan Dojo.

"YES MISTER SATAN!" The warriors all roared in unison. They had been trained by Hercule after a great deal of work and research with teams of sports scientists, biologists, monks, and mystics. Hercule had accumulated a massive amount of wealth over the years, and the fact that he always passed his drug tests despite his obviously superhuman ability dubbed him the nickname, "the human Superman." His dojo disciples gained a reputation for sweeping sports and martial arts tournaments, with learning under him providing an effective way to improve oneself, from the oldest to the youngest of humans, people could become just a little bit stronger, soon enough, it wasn't too surprising to see a 10-year-old boy capable of bending a metal bat slightly, or an 80-year-old man leap 3 dozen feet into the air within Orange City.

Hercule smiled at his disciples, he had told them from the beginning that different people had different talents, but at the least, he would make each and every one of them stronger than they used to be.

He led them out, into a throng of reporters.

"Hercule! Over here!"

"Mr. Satan, a comment?"

"Hercule! What's the extent of your relationship with Miguel?"

"Hercule, do you take drugs? How do you hide them from the sports committees!"

"Hercule, how come you let people see your training, but no can copy it unless they come to your gym?"

"Are you a magician? An alien? The next Buddha?"

Hercule ignored their words, jumping into his limo. His driver navigated the paparazzi, eventually getting him home.

He took in a deep breath, smiling as he walked up the stairs to his home. The entire building belonged to him, with the penthouse suite being the home he lived in. The 19-year-old young man opened the door. "I'm home!"

"Welcome back!" He was welcomed by the kind, sonorous voice of his girlfriend and fiance, Miguel.

"Glad you made it back, son."

Hercule grinned at the voice, "back at ya, old man." He looked at his girlfriend's father, Gabriel. When Miguel had gotten sick, the farmer rushed to the city to be at his child's side. When he had attempted to see her, guards tried to stop him, mistaking him for a creepy fan. Hercule's angry orders cleared the path, and they'd been friends since. "So, what are we having for dinner?" He grinned swinging onto the table.

"Before we have anything, you're going to have to shower." Miguel pouted at him, "it's good you're able to keep your figure, but you smell terrible right now."

Hercule responded by rubbing his sweaty palms on Miguel's face, making her shriek. "Do I smell that bad? I can't tell!" He grinned as Miguel batted his hand away.

"You jerk!" She shouted, but she was smiling, "don't do that!" She groaned, annoyed.

Hercule felt a desire to continue teasing his girlfriend, but he resisted it in order to comply with her wishes. All in all, life was good.

…

"What do you mean, it won't match my vitality?" Piccolo growled angrily.

"Well, the ability to split me into 2 equal parts is part a ki technique and part a manipulation of my vitality in order to resemble that of the three-eyed clan, you remember Tien, don't you?"

Piccolo narrowed his eyes, "what does this mean?"

"The technique requires you to merge your energy into an equal-powered, similar, if not exact-sized beings, if the energy isn't exact, the technique will fail."

"I see, so if it isn't precise, it won't work," Piccolo muttered.

Jazz had gathered the twins and resident evil namekian, in order to explain how the technique worked.

"Actually," Jazz said, "it would work, it would just result in a failed fusion." Jazz smirked, "basically, if the angle was wrong, the fusion would be too thin, it would also lack ki and power. If the power wasn't even, the fusion would result in a fat person, it would have the power, but would lack stamina." Jazz split himself into 5 equal bits, then used 4 of them to demonstrate his examples. The children all nodded in fascination when they saw the fat and thin counterparts of Jazz.

"Can… can we do that?" The Lazuli asked.

"You heard Jazz, we have to be like Tien, and we don't have 3 eyes! Doofus!" Lapis snapped back.

Piccolo quietly told the twins to stop squabbling. "Jazz told me he would teach me the technique, meaning he has a method to bypass the biological requirements.

"Well…" Jazz narrowed his eyes, "now that I think about it since you're so young, I can probably…" He shot ki into his doppelgangers, displacing their ki and splitting them back into their clones. He then absorbed them right back into himself before grinning. "Okay… let's see…" His hands began to gleam with ki, electricity, and magic fire. "This might hurt."

…

"So…" Jazz sighed as he picked at his plate of fries.

"So…" PaoPao said as she took one of his fries.

"Hey, why are you taking my fries?" Jazz grabbed his plate, snatching it away from PaoPao.

"Don't be stingy…"

"I asked if you wanted fries, why are you taking mine?"

"They have too many, I want fries, but… I don't wanna get fat." PaoPao grumbled.

"As if with your workout regiment you could get fat." Jazz burst out into a fit of chuckles.

"Stop laughing! I'm mad at you!" PaoPao frowned.

"I know… I know…" Jazz sighed. He looked around, they were at a fast-food restaurant, PaoPao's choice, that was now deathly silent as the other patrons stared at them. "Look, it's not my fault, in fact, it's actually the school system's fault, it's an issue with their system."

PaoPao's temple pulsed. "Lapis and Lazuli carried a school bus to the top of the school, and spray-painted obscenities, Jazz…"

Jazz chuckled, "the bus driver drove off with their backpacks when Lazuli needed to use the restroom, that's kinda shitty, and they lost their phones and hand-held games."

"They shouldn't be bringing video games to school! Are you letting them sneak those things in?!"

Jazz laughed, "please…" He remarked dismissively.

9 months had passed since he began training with Piccolo and the twins, 5 months ago the twins had to go back to school, they were mostly well behaved, with a bit of angst here and there, common for teens, of course, extraordinary children would react in extraordinary ways. The bus driver in question was notorious for 'losing' items on their bus if children left them. After the school bus debacle, the fact that Lapis and Lazuli were legally adopted by PaoPao caused quite a scandal for her organization. An investigation was conducted, with it being discovered that the bus driver had stolen over 5,000 dollars worth of property from multiple students over the years, even after that discovery, people were beginning to call into question whether it was right for such a powerful organization to teach such young children power. PaoPao herself had been very young when she took on a public identity as the leader of Tsukimi, and she was still quite young now. At only 20 years of age, people called into question whether or not she was worthy of leading such a powerful organization, even after all of their work against the Red Ribbon Army, and later against Demon King Piccolo's Army. Alas, people had short-term memory.

"PaoPao, are they failing class?"

"Well, no…" PaoPao began. The twins could be thought of as prodigies in that aspect, having become freshmen at only 12 years of age.

Jazz asked another question. "Are they getting bullied?"

"Of course not, they have friends over all the time! And they hang out with friends too, heck, Lapis has an annoying amount of girls attempting to hang off him all the time." PaoPao shook her head.

"Then," Jazz began, snatching a piece of the fry his girlfriend grabbed from him back, "perhaps they're alright, if it's really that much of a problem, why don't we get second opinions?"

"Second opinions?" PaoPao grumbled, "you mean let's ask your friends if you're right?"

"To be fair, they're your friends too." Jazz laughed, "and except for Goku only once, I've not seen anyone other than Bulma, Miguel, and Mark."

"Don't tell me you're lonely with just me around." PaoPao poked his cheek and pouted. Jazz giggled at her expression.

"Please, you and I both know I'm as boring as a waterlogged stick." Jazz waved his hand dismissively, "our friends make life interesting, no?"

…

A white, corded, box-like home phone began to ring loudly. Hercule, who'd been eating breakfast, paused and turned to the phone, it was his day off, the assistants would be handling his dojo. "Only a few fellas know that number…" He walked over to answer.

~"Hello, we're here to reach you about your car's extended warranty, please press 1 to speak to any of our representatives."~

"...Teach?" Hercule asked dryly.

~"It's been almost three years since you've graduated, and you're only 2 years my junior, I don't think you need to call me Teach."~ Jazz replied, some mirth in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hercule shook his head and chuckled, "so, why'd you decide to call in, you normally just knock on the door, unannounced."

~"Well…"~ Jazz began, ~"PaoPao's been saying that it's not polite."~

"Whipped by your girlfriend?" Hercule retorted, "I'd have never imagined my scary boss would heel to a woman's orders."

~"...What?"~ Jazz sounded annoyed as he retorted ~"In what universe does listening to sound advice equivocate me being whipped? I expected better young man, frankly, I'm shocked, insulted, disheartened, upset, flabbergasted…"~

Hercule rolled his eyes, "alright, alright, what do you want?"

~"The next Tenkaichi Budokai's coming up, are you going?"~

"Definitely," Hercule smiled, "I've been doing some crazy training, y'know?"

~"I look forward to seeing how you've improved, though, what I really wanted to ask was if you guys wanted to pay a visit to the others training with Kami. PaoPao and I were heading over in a week, the twins have a three-day weekend at that time, so it's a good opportunity to hang out a bit before the tournament proper."~

"This isn't a means by which you or someone else scouts out the competition, is it?" Hercule asked suspiciously.

~"Hercule, while I'm definitely curious about how you've improved, it's not my nature to pry into my friends' businesses unless I'm worried about them."~

"...That's good, I guess…" Hercule grinned, "well, it's a good thing you gave me a week, yeah, I can squeeze some time off, and Miguel would love to see them again."

~"Nice, alright, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then."~ Jazz hung up before Hercule could retort in kind.

…

"Fifth day of detention… finally over." Lapis sighed in exhaustion. He lay his head on the chair-desk combination, enjoying the feeling of the cool linoleum against his hot head.

"Yeah, I'm glad it's over." Lazuli leaned against her hard plastic school chair, stretching enough for her back to crack. She hummed in satisfaction, "jeez, sitting around all day's no good for circulation…" She turned to the teacher for their in-school detention and smiled. "So, teach, since we've got 10 minutes left, and it's the last day, can't we go already?"

Their teacher, a slightly portly woman with thick glasses and red hair fashioned into a tight bun scowled, "you two should know the answer to that question, the only reason I'm letting you speak is because of our deal."

The twins grinned, with Lapis turning to look at the other kids in detention. "Well, look at that, looks like you'll have to put up with us for 10 more minutes. Some of the kids giggled, others glared at the twins, though a sharp glance from Lazuli caused them to shy away. Every student in the school was aware of just how powerful the twins were, they weren't just strong for humans, they seemed inhumanly strong, enough that it could be considered scary. One girl had been dating a senior who turned out to be associated with a violent gang, after an argument with Lazuli over fashion, the girl sicked her boyfriend on Lazuli's brother, Lapis, while the twins were walking to their pickup spot. That of course resulted in the boyfriend visiting the emergency room for a broken arm and bruised ribs.

"Honestly," Lazuli looked at the girl, Monica, who had decided to sic her boyfriend at them for intimidation purposes, "I was annoyed you thought you'd get to me by beating up my brother, so I went a bit too far, is Gregory out of the hospital yet?" Lapis grinned at the brunette, who clenched her teeth in irritation.

Before the teasing could continue, the bell finally rang. "Look at that, saved by the bell." Lazuli giggled as she and her twin stood up and left the room.

…

Lapis and Lazuli could fly, but they often enjoyed heading down this particular street in Orange City, people from all across the continent had various food stands and carts that lined the street. The different scents made the twin's mouths water.

"Udon… falafel… pasta… burgers…" Lapis looked around, then dug into his pocket, taking out some crisp Zeni bills."

"We're going out for dinner tonight, you know that big sis PaoPao has that meeting with the Secretary of Defense, we've got to be on our best behavior." Lazuli chided.

"Well, if I'm full, I won't eat like a slop, right?" Lapis retorted. "Besides, I saw you staring at those chimichangas, I'll cover your 'fix' today, alright?" He grinned evilly at his twin, who gulped at his temptation. "Besides, you know I'd rather be training with big bro, right? I wanna bust some chops!"

"You delinquent." She muttered, annoyed, "make sure they're extra spicy."

"That's my sis!" Lapis encouraged, ordering their snacks, or rather in his sister's case, heavy meals.

They walked and ate until they found themselves surrounded by a group of 110 kids.

"Yeesh, I thought I sensed more people here than normal, I just thought they were more customers." Lapis frowned, taking the last bite of his falafel.

"I wouldn't keep eating if I were you." One of the teens, a young man with pale skin, bright green mohawk, and blue school uniform with torn sleeves smirked. He was lifting a bat with barbed wire wrapped around it.

"Bro…" Lazuli said through a mouthful, "I think they're trying to intimidate us."

"You're going to pay." A voice called out. The twins turned to see Monica, grinning maniacally as some of the delinquents parted ways to reveal the young teen. "You stupid brats, you thought you were cocky huh? Now you'll get it."

Lapis cocked his head in confusion, "stupid, brats?" He turned to Lazuli, "Hey, sis, did she just…"

Lazuli grinned, "no, no, let it be, it'll be hilarious, I promise."

Lapis shrugged, "alright." He cleared his throat, "I'll follow your lead."

Lazuli's face twisted into a mask of fear, causing Lapis to flinch in surprise. "Oh… oh my god! You bitch! Your boyfriend is a jack ass and now you're using his friends! You coward!"

Monica laughed, "now you'll taste a bit of misery, bitch, if you're so scared, maybe you should bow down!"

"She can do more than bow down," one of the delinquents licked his lips and walked over.

Lazuli flinched in fear, backing away from him. Lapis was about to stand forward, but a sharp, barely perceptible glare from Lazuli caused Lapis to let himself get knocked away by the delinquent's sharp smack. The young gangsters laughed at the display, then laughed, even more, when the overeager delinquent slipped and fell hard on the floor.

"Idiot! He got too overexcited!"

"That's what you get! Save some for the rest of us!"

A group of 10 charged forward, but just as they were about to reach Lazuli, they tripped and fell over.

This caused the rest of the delinquents to frown, one idiot tripping was possible, but another 10, coming from different angles? Something weird was going on.

"Come on, didn't you say I could do more than bow down?" Lazuli's fear-filled expression disappeared as if it was an illusion and she stuck her tongue out mockingly, causing some of the kids to growl with rage and charge forward. The teen with the mohawk raised his bat and swung it down at her head. In less than a second, Lazuli's fist crashed through the bat and over the mohawk man's head with enough force that a blast of wind forced the group of delinquents back. "The way I see it, you're going to have to work a little harder if you wanna get that expression out of me for real." She giggled rudely at them.

Lapis shook his head, but smiled ruefully, he could concede that it was a little funny.

"Shit…" The mohawked delinquent got up and felt something soft dripping from his head, he at first thought it was blood, but the wave of green filled him with rage. He reached a hand over his scalp and realized that he was completely bald.

"Oh, yeah, I plucked every single individual hair off your head, do you like it? I kinda think the bald look is pretty hot for most guys, but you're a little tall for my taste."

The once-mohawked delinquent screamed in rage, rallying his men to charge at the twins.

"Okay, it's kinda funny, but… I'm sorta bored, can I take them on?" Lapis asked.

"Be my guest." His sister flashed him a brilliant smile, "have as much fun as you want!"

The first delinquent took out a butterfly knife, swinging it at Lapis, only for the blade to bend before it could even touch the black-haired youth's skin. Lapis allowed his aura of ki to radiate off of him in a visible fashion, allowing the delinquents to witness the light blue aura that came off of him with the intensity and ferocity of a blow torch. The delinquents stopped in place, transfixed by the energy radiating off of Lapis.

"Now, look." He began, frowning, "I don't wanna cause any trouble, so how a-" A first flew out of nowhere, knocking him into a wall."

"What are you doing, messing with my little bro's cute friends?" A deep voice called out.

Lazuli turned to see a man, standing 7 feet tall, despite his height, he was also extremely muscular, built like a tank, sturdy and thick, 300 lbs of pure muscle perhaps. She raised an eyebrow, this guy was actually pretty tough.

"Big bro!" The delinquents cried out in joy, "those two are bullying us! And they beat your little brother up!"

"What?!" The mountain of a man growled, turning to Lazuli. "How dare you!"

"You mean you're taking the side of those gangsters?" Lazuli retorted dryly, "you're ridiculous."

"Gangsters?!" The man growled, his eyes flashing dangerously, "sure! They dress oddly, but they're good kids staying in school to fulfill their dreams! How dare you just judge them based on appearances! I can't abide by your rudeness! What's your parents' number?!"

Lazuli flinched in shock, "w-what?!"

"We've got to resolve this the right way, I'm gonna have a talk with your parents over your rude behavior!"

"You're kidding?!"

"No, I-" The man was interrupted by a gutshot, launching him into the air. Lapis, wreathed in his aura, gave off a feral grin as the delinquent was launched into the air.

"Gosh…" The black-haired kid laughed, "that was kinda scary, holy crap, didn't think he had it in him."

"You should pay more attention to your surroundings." Lazuli frowned, "anyways, I'll handle him."

"What?!" Lapis protested.

"You said you'd take care of the delinquents," Lazuli replied, "so…I'm going to handle the big guy, I need to stretch my legs a bit anyways." She walked past her brother, who turned to glare at the delinquents.

"Alright, you little turds," Lapis began, "let's get this over with." He cracked his knuckles.

…

The young man crashed into the floor. "Jeez, that kid's pretty tough." He looked around, only to see Lapis taking his time in decimating the delinquents. "Hey! Leave my bro's friends out of it!" He shouted angrily. He prepared to charge forward, only to be pushed back by a gust of ki.

"Sorry sir, but you'll have to go past me first." Lazuli grinned, "if you can."

"Don't call me sir, I'm only 16." The man growled.

Lazuli blinked, then narrowed her eyes, the "16-year-old" in question stood at 7 feet tall, was maybe a sixth of a ton of pure muscle, and had a deep 5 o'clock shadow and tanned skin. "Yeah… yeah right." She chuckled, "you expect me to bel-" She whipped her hand out and caught a card thrown in her direction. She held it up, and in shock realized what it was.

Driver's License

Samson Potts

Birthdate: 11/12 on age: 739

"See! I'm 16!" Samson growled, "I mean, in a few months I'll be 17, but I'm no 'sir!' Got it?" He glared angrily at Lazuli. "How old even are you, to call me old? 8? 9? Either way I'm gonna kick your butt! And show off the power of the Satan Dojo!"

Lazuli reddened, then took in a deep breath, her eyes turning cold and her face becoming neutral, lacking any emotion, it was something she learned to do to protect herself and her brother from their father's wrath, anything else would simply provoke him more. People often called her and her brother emotionless robots when they invoked that expression, but she didn't care. "Okay…"

The teen collapsed on the ground, the shit kicked out of him. Lazuli wiped the dust from her hands and turned to her brother. He was down to 10 delinquents.

"Damnit!" One of them cursed, it was the green-headed mohawk-hair, or, the former mohawk, now completely clean-shaven. He turned to look at Monica, who flinched in fear at his gaze. "That bitch knocked down big bro, and now that bastard's gonna beat the shit out of all of us! It's your fault!" He raised his hand to smash his fist into the girl's face. In a blink of an eye, Lapis was upon them, knocking out the last 10 guys.

Monica stuttered, backing up in shock. "Y-you… you saved… me?" She asked, surprised.

Lapis simply winked at her, causing her to blush.

'He's, he's just a 12-year-old brat! There's no way he's cute or anything!" Monica thought, but she couldn't help but view him in a different light, just seeing how fit and strong and confident he was, her new budding feelings were cut short when Lapis looked past her.

"Oi, Lazuli, are you done kicking that guy's ass? I thought you'd want to handle Monica yourself, I don't want to get my shoes dirty kicking a piece of turd like her!"

Monica felt a chill go down her spine as Lazuli appeared behind her.

Jazz, who had gone looking for the kids after they were late to their pick-up spot shook his head as he heard the girl screaming for help as Lazuli "playfully" beat her up. He'd go down there and heal up those delinquents, eventually, but for now, he figured that the twins deserved some stress relief. The fact that someone could even conceive of sending a bunch of upperclassmen after two 12-year-olds, especially for such circumstances, was beyond him. But at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little worried, PaoPao had been worried that the kids were beginning to get carried away. "Never an easy day." He sighed… Lowering himself to the ground.

…

Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 21 and 10 months

Hair color: Red

Skin color: white

Race: "Human"

Height: 6 feet 0.5 inches | 184.15 centimeters

Weight: 195 lbs | 88.4505 kilograms,

Skills: Advanced Staff Technique, Advanced Kinjutsu (sword technique), Advanced Hand-to-Hand technique, Advanced Ki techniques, Mastered Magic Materialization

Capable of creating: Conventional Weapons, Food, various tools (limited by his knowledge of the materials, craftsmanship, and scientific knowledge)

Weapons that can be created: Long Ruyi Jingu Bang, Long Bansho Fan, Ryu Kusanagi, Wyvern's Wind-And-Fire Wheels, Dragon's Flame-Tipped Spear, Fafnir's Gungnir, Leviathan's Trident, Jorgumandur's Svalinn, Hydra's Ancilla

Powers: Elemental Magic Materialization, Capable of summoning and freely manipulating fire, water, wind, and earth, lightning, ice, smoke, and steam, capable of manipulating and stirring the growth of plant and animal life. Mastered Telekinesis.

Mastery of General Magic Concepts and abilities. mastered understanding of intermediate-level magical techniques, an advanced understanding of advanced magical techniques.

Shapeshifting: Mastered Skill level (indefinite)

Transformation Power Techniques

Noble Werewolf: True Awakening: 5.3x power

Ultimate Full Power: A renamed form of Pump-Up/ Max Power, no longer lowers speed, instead it now grants strength and speed proportional to power gain, due to witnessing Launch's utilization of the technique, the power raised up to 5.4x

Talisman Magic: Body Enhancement: 5x Power, drains magical energy over time, lasts 10 minutes at full, before then draining ki,
1.5x level: can be used for 6 hours straight
2x level: can be used for 2 hours straight
3x: can be used for 1 hour
4x: Can be used for 30 minutes

Emissive Techniques: Kamehameha, Don Don Pa, Solar Flare, Tri-Beam, Thunder Shock Surprise, Barrage Ki attack, Magic Fire Kamehameha, Thunderfire Kamehameha. Ki-Flame Sword, Marshmallow Meteor,

Body Techniques: Four Witches Technique, 12 Eyes Technique, Fusion Dance, Wolf Fang Fist, Mafuba

Blessing from a "Friend": Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, durability, senses, capable of surviving a 2 fold fusion without extreme backlash.

Powerlevel: 1953

Power of Just Werewolf: 10,350.9

Power of Pump Up: 10546.2

Power of Werewolf and Pump Up: 55894.86

Power of Werewolf, Pump Up, Magic Talisman Technique: 279,474.3

…

Afterword:

Been a while, and for that you have my humblest apologies, had a shift in work schedule which threw me off for quite a while, mixed in with some average writer's block. For those who feel these chapters feel too slow, worry not, it'll ramp up soon, but you also need time to breat before you pump up, y'know? Or else the high points don't feel as high.