Written back when I could actually watch the show. Good times.
Disclaimer: Property of Akira Toriyama-sama. Praises to him.
Do you believe in fate? In destiny? That all people are interwoven in an inconceivable tapestry, and some chosen few are destined to do great things? Terrible things?
Let me show you something….
But first I ask, whether, perchance, you have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? The theory is that a butterfly flapping its wings can stop a tornado on the other side of the world a few days later. Or that if you threw a pebble at just the right moment, at just the right place, you could supposedly stop an avalanche.
So the basic idea is that even the smallest thing at the right time and place, "can snowball" until it results in something tremendous.
But if that supposition holds water, then surely the opposite is true. If a butterfly beats its wings at the most wrong time, at the most wrong place, then one could cause the tornado to happen?
Take a look at the scene that appears before you. An elderly man, weary with age, yet with an aura of power and mystery, walks along the countryside. In his arms he holds an infant with a simian tail. The child is ferocious, brutal, filled with hatred. It is as if had he the power, he would destroy all he sees until only oblivion remained.
Watch, as they walk along a ravine travelling back to their home, and the savage child achieves its desire, he frees himself from his carer's arms… and fall into the abyss the pair had sauntered beside.
I tell you now, that this child has been marked by fate. Born under a far-distant star, this child will survive this fall with only a knock to the head to show for it. However, he shall be changed for the better by it. He will grow to become a champion of men. He shall love his friends; yet show compassion even to his most grievous enemies. He will achieve power unlike any before him, yet shall never want for anything more than his family and friendly combat… and food. He will enjoy his meals. He shall become a legend, and tales of his exploits will be told for millennia to come…
And it all begins here, at this miraculous moment.
Except for one small problem.
Me.
The thing is, I'm a damn lot smarter than any butterfly. I know the exact right time and place to "beat my wings." In this particular scenario, my "pebble" is a sudden, freak gust of wind that alters the trajectory of this falling boy… Right over that hideously sharp rock.
Ooh, that's messy. Oh, there's blood everywhere.
Screw you, Fate. Try fixing this mess, bitch.
