"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 Warrior!"

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 tall, sinewy man with spiky golden-blonde hair and skin that seemed to glow faintly yellow. He wore a black overshirt over a long-sleeved white t-shirt, as well as red khaki pants. 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 Warrior, 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 Warrior, 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 Warrior 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 Warrior 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 Warrior deflected the blasts with his hands, redirecting them into the sky as to avoid hitting any bystanders. Before Red could blink, the Golden Warrior 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 Warrior 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 Warrior 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 World Champion himself. And with how he had caught those bullets, he was almost positive this golden fighter was as invulnerable as Hercule Satan too.

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

"Don't move, freak," Over the Golden Warrior'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 Warrior 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 man 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 Warrior 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 Warrior.

Before the electric blast could hit him, The Golden Warrior 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 Warrior'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 Warrior standing above him, regarding him with a triumphant smile.

Well, that went better than I expected. Gohan Son 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!

Under the alias known to the public as the Golden Warrior, the fifteen-year-old son of Goku 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 Warrior 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.

Gohan exited the alley, wearing the Taitans baseball cap and yellow t-shirt he had stored in a bag underneath a large trash bin in the passageway. Since his first appearance as the Golden Warrior in Satan City one month prior, Gohan's red khaki pants, sleeveless white shirt and black overshirt 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 Satan City.

Gohan 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 Warrior. As the hostages were being safely led out of the bank's entrance, Gohan 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 and-

"Hey you, did you see what happened here?" A sharp voice cut through the half-saiyan's thoughts. Gohan turned around and found that a beautiful girl around his age had asked him the question. Her black hair fell down in low pigtails that reached past her shoulder, framing a pale heart-shaped face. Though she had a slender and very athletic frame, she was quite short, with Gohan standing a head taller.

What struck him about her however were her eyes. They were large and a brilliant shade of pale blue, almost strikingly so. They looked almost familiar to him, though Gohan could not place the similarity. She was wearing a plain-white, short-sleeved shirt with black shorts, as well as black fingerless leather gloves.

"Um, I only just saw what happened briefly," Gohan stammered in response, disarmed by the suddenness of her question. "Apparently the Golden Warrior appeared and placed the white van in front of the police, and just disappeared! Imagine that."

The girl frowned. "What do you mean apparently? Didn't you see what happened?"

"Uh, yes, well, I mean apparently because all I saw was-all I saw was a blinding flash of golden light," Gohan quickly said, finding himself stuttering. "I don't know if it was him or not hundred-percent, but that's what he looks like, right? Golden hair and green eyes? Glowing gold? At least that's what I heard."

"I see," The girl stepped forward and stopped a few steps ahead of Gohan, staring intently at the bank. She placed her hand against her chin, seemingly in deep thought. "So the Golden Warrior stopped the bank robbers from escaping with the stolen zeni, delivered them to the police and just disappeared? Sounds exactly like him. Looks like the captain didn't even need my help after all. I would have liked to have seen the Golden Warrior though. He can't just continue his vigilantism without-"

The girl began to mutter to herself, now ignorant to Gohan's presence. The half-saiyan was clueless as to what to say. All he knew was that he needed to get those groceries for his mom soon, or else he would be facing the prospect of a late dinner.

The girl placed her hands on her hips. "Well, anyway, thanks for speaking with me. Say, you look around my age. You go to school nearby or….huh?"

By the time the girl had turned around, Gohan had gone.

"Where the hell did he go?" Startled at his sudden disappearance, the girl frantically looked around, unable to comprehend how the black-haired, dark-eyed boy had seemingly vanished.

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

Having finished grocery shopping, Gohan lay 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 mother 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, Gohan had agreed with both his mother 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 Gohan the opportunity to think and reflect. It was approaching the six-year anniversary since the end of the Cell Games. The half-saiyan more than anyone else remembered that day all too well. Gohan's defeat of Dr. Gero's greatest creation had come at a great price - it had cost him the life of his father. Son Goku's sacrifice to save Earth however was a fact only known by a select few. To most of the world, Hercule Satan was the champion of the Cell Games. Following the end of the Cell Games, the World Champion had claimed victory over Cell. Now, the man was worshipped across the globe as the vanquisher of the villainous bio-android. A villain that not even the greatest of heroes could defeat.

Unlike his mother, Gohan had not been angered by the fact that Mr. Satan had stolen his credit. On the contrary, he was quite grateful. From everything he had seen on television, it was clear that the World Champion was handling the attention and fame of being the official winner of the Cell Games much better than Gohan would have. He had no need of the acclaim that would come from such a status. Besides, living in Mount Paozu with his mother and little brother, that was the way of living the half-saiyan preferred. He would have hated to have that disturbed.

Since the Cell Games, Gohan and the rest of the Z-Fighters had gone their separate ways. The last time they had all reconvened was for Krillin's wedding to Android #18. That had been nearly two years ago. With the exception of Tien and Chiaotzu, Gohan would see the others on an intermittent basis.

Krillin, #18 and their daughter Marron lived with Master Roshi on Kame Island. Though Yamcha remained a bachelor, he had continued using his martial arts training and control over ki to sustain a highly successful baseball career. The prideful Saiyan prince Vegeta had married Bulma and lived at Capsule Corporation with their son Trunks, who had become best friends with Gohan's younger brother. Finally, Piccolo maintained his persistent aloofness - if he wasn't training in the wilderness, he was meditating on the Lookout, as well occasionally aiding Dende in his duties as Guardian of Earth. Out of all the Z-Fighters, Piccolo and the Briefs were the ones Gohan and his family saw often.

As for Gohan himself, following the defeat of Cell, his mother had made him give up martial arts training in order to focus on his studies. Gohan had not minded - unlike his father, he did not particularly enjoy fighting. As a competitive sport, he liked martial arts well enough. However, following all the battles he had faced since the age of four, the half-saiyan simply wished to enjoy the current peace the world was experiencing.

He was sure however that in the Other World, his father was busy training with King Kai, whilst fighting the greatest combatants known to the universe. That thought brought a smile to the half-saiyan's face.

Eventually, Gohan reached the Son home. After waving goodbye to Flying Nimbus, Gohan unlocked the door and entered into his house. He was immediately met by the smell of his mother's delicious cooking.

"Hey mom, hey Goten, I'm home," Gohan called out, slipping off his sneakers. "I got the groceries."

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

Gohan entered the main room of the Son residence. His mother had begun cooking dinner. His brother on the other hand was sitting on the coach; his eyes were glued to the television screen.

"Hey squirt, whatcha watchin'?" Gohan asked, ruffling his brother's hair. The six-year-old Goten was the mirror image of their father as a child - down to the messy, unkempt hair and the same playful grin.

"Oh, hey Gohan!" Goten said, smiling brightly at his elder brother. "I'm just watching the news - All Might's just defeated a group of villains who kept some old people hostage. He's so awesome!"

"Yeah, he is." Gohan 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 Gohan admired. 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 Gohan had seen, All Might was extremely friendly and amiable, with a colourful and dramatic personality. In fact, in some ways, 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 Gohan hoped to be like one day.

"All Might's so cool. And big brother, you're gonna be just like him! You're so lucky to be going to U.A. Gohan. In three years time, you get to be a hero!" Goten exclaimed. "I wish I was old enough to go with you."

"Someday, Goten. And you'll be the best hero out of all of them."

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

Gohan left his brother to continue watching the news. He 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 mother, "I got everything you asked, mom."

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

Gohan smiled at his mother. In spite of the years, Chi Chi Son, the daughter of the Ox-King, was still a remarkably beautiful woman. Her black hair was tied in a bun behind her head, while she wore a yellow uniform with a purple cloth tied on the back with turquoise pants and blue martial art shoes. She had given up martial arts upon marrying his father to serve as a housewife and a mother, but she performed those roles diligently and passionately. Although Gohan feared his mother's fiery temper, he greatly loved and appreciated her for everything she had done for their family.

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

"Yes, I did," Chi Chi turned around and appraised her son with a thoughtful stare. "I know you're tired of me asking, but are you absolutely sure you want to go to a hero academia? With your academic skills, sweetie, you could easily get into one of the top high-schools in Japan. You don't have to waste your intelligence on being a hero."

Gohan sighed. Although his mother had only recently acquiesced to his wish to enter U.A. High School, she still occasionally attempted to convince him to pursue a different field of education.

"Mom, we already this conversation. Sure, if I wasn't who I was, I would love to be a scholar. However, with my abilities, I can really help a lot of people," Gohan explained. "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 this silly golden-haired warrior vigilante you play at in Satan City." Chi Chi reminded him.

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

"-you would be an amazing hero, I know," Chi Chi said, sighing. "I'm not doubting your ability to be a hero, sweetie. It's just...this is not what I expected you to be doing with your life. I thought that you would be a scholar, a scientist, a doctor or even an orthopedist. Never in my mind - even with your superhuman abilities - did I expect you to wind up being a professional hero like All Might."

"It's who I'm meant to be, mom," Gohan said to her gently. "I'm not a normal person - I'm Goku's son, remember?"

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

Gohan nodded in understanding, "Don't worry mom. There's no one on Earth that have a power level like Frieza or Cell. Hell, I think even that guy who claimed to be my uncle could defeat almost any hero or villain on Earth. Even the worst of the worst Goten can handle blindfolded."

"I suppose so," Chi Chi said. "Well, if you are really insistent about this, then go. Be a hero. Enrol at U.A. High School and earn your full hero license. It is the top-ranked hero academia in Japan, so at least I can brag that my son is among the best of the best."

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

Chi Chi scoffed, turning back to her cooking, "Please, the day Vegeta actually admits in front of all our friends and family to being weaker than your father is the day you fail the Entrance Exam. Whatever it is, I expect you to get the top result. Do you understand, Gohan?"

"Yes, mom."

"Good, now go take a shower and hit the books," Chi Chi said. "Oh, and Gohan, the Entrance Exam is in one week to this day. Try not to forget."

"I won't, mom. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Oh, and Gohan?" His mother 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."

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

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

With that, Gohan 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.

Thanks for reading. This was my first FanFic so be gentle! 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. I'm not pairing Gohan with Videl (she will be involved in the story however at some point). He will have a love interest however. I'm actually conflicted however if he should pair with one of the following: Toru, Mina, Itsuka or Momo. Whichever 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. I don't own anything.

Anyone have any questions please let me know.