THE REAL REASON WE HAVE SUPER SAIYANS

"Okay, people we have five minutes before we go live!" Mr. Bigshot said to his team.

Nera Vous squeaked. "Someone should check the artist's drawings! We don't want to have to drag out the fight scenes again!"

The head artist sighed and began shuffling through the many papers. Freiza pummeling people….check, more Freiza pummeling people…..check, Freiza taking a coffee break….weird….check. Vegeta crying…check... Krillen cross dressing….check...Random Frog dancing…..check.

"Set A is fine," The head artist said, handing the papers over to Mr. Bigshot.

"Thank you, Artist…" Mr. Bigshot said, putting the crude drawings away in his big black briefcase.

"Head Artist," The head artist informed.

"Why don't we get real names?" Artist B complained, "My name used to be Dende!"

Mr. Bigshot rolled his eyes underneath his black lenses, as if to say that's exactly why we changed them!

"Artist Q, tell Artist B why we changed them," Mr. Bigshot ordered with a snap of his fingers.

Artist Q sighed and prepared to rattle off their department's slogan. He really wished he had read the fine print on that contract, but what was he going to do? Go get the government involved? They might change his name to something worse!

"Our names are changed and given to the characters so they are more real. As the artists, we don't matter," Artist Q said in a monotone.

He missed his old name, Vegeta. It was odd, unusual, and came with tones of nicknames. Now people called him Qwerty.

Poor Artist Q, he wasn't even aware that it was illegal to force someone to change their name.

"Why does Nera Vous get a name?" Artist B protested. "If she gets a name, I want a real name!"

"She read the contract and got a lawyer unlike you yahoos! Now go check set B!" Mr. Bigshot ordered. "And get me some coffee!"

The head artist sighed and looked through the papers until she caught something. Someone had run out of black ink when drawing Goku's hair and eyes and hadn't bothered to fix it. They couldn't have a bald, eyeless warrior! They'd be kicked out of Cartoon Network for sure!

"Someone get me some black ink, stat!" The head artist yelled, trying to keep calm.

Nera Vous nodded and ran on other to the supply rack. After flinging ink everywhere, she broke down sobbing.

"We're out of black! We're doomed!" Nera Vous wailed, clutching her knees as she sank to the floor.

"Calm down people!" Mr. Bigshot ordered, "We'll just use brown!"

Nera Vous wailed even harder as she held up the smashed brown ink pot. Even Artist Z looked like she might cry, and she never cried.

"What colors do we have left?" Mr. Bigshot asked.

"Blue….and….and….yellow!" Nera Vous screeched, hitting the ground with her itty bitty fists.

"Use them! Call it Super Saiyan!" Mr. Bigshot commanded. "Make sure it's done by the time I come back!"

And so, Super Saiyans were born.