~Chapter 23: The Black Water Mist~
That October was an eventful month. My friends and I decided that we didn't see each other enough, so we were going to have a big get-together at the Kame House. Bulma, Yamucha and Pu'ar were coming, and of course, Umigame, Roshi-sama, Oolong and I were going to be there since we lived in the Kame House anyway. We wanted to invite Gohan as well, but we hadn't seen him much. Actually, since I had been resurrected none of us but me had been seeing much of Gohan, and lately even I hadn't seen him. I don't think that Chichi liked us much then. She thought that we were a bad influence on Gohan. Chichi needed to get a grip.
Also, I bought a car. It was a nice car. I've never really needed a car since I've been able to fly, but I enjoy driving, and it's a lot easier to pick people up and transport them in a car. I can carry people when I fly, but it's a bit awkward. You know what I'm talking about if you've ever been held in the air by someone else for an extended period of time. It's really uncomfortable.
Of course, Maron also came back into my life that month, which was a really big event for me. Oh, and did I mention that Garlic Junior imprisoned Kami-sama, turned everyone on Earth into a zombie, and almost took over the world? Darn, I'll have to get to that.
Maron just showed up at the Kame House without any sort of advance warning at all. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd really thought that I'd never see her again. She said that she'd missed me. In a way, I'd missed her too. On occasion, I had wistfully recalled the few days we'd spent together. It had only been about three years since then.
I was happy to see Maron. Everything in my life finally seemed to be coming together. I had always thought that I might have made a mistake in letting her go, and here she was. I didn't want to rush into anything, but I was really as excited as a little kid. I'd always wanted to have a girlfriend. It had come to be a running joke among my friends that I never would have one; well, I would sure show them. I couldn't wait to show her off at the Kame House get-together. Look what I've got, I'd say. Look at what I've achieved.
Maron and I went shopping. Actually, I enjoy shopping, as weird as that might seem. I do like to get clothes for myself sometimes, but more than that, I like to accompany other people. More to the point, I like helping women pick out clothes. It's kind of fun. It's a lucky thing, too, because if I didn't I'd have gone insane by now somewhere along those mall trips with 18 and Marron. Maron modeled some clothes for me, and although I'm afraid you'll think me rather male to say it, she looked really hot. I got some new clothes too. I got a nice white suit with a fedora that I looked just priceless in. I still have that suit; I get it out whenever we need a good laugh around the Kame House.
At that point, however, I was already unsure about Maron. She did remind me of everything I'd liked about her - she was so cute that it made me melt, and I don't mean just in appearance. At the same time, however, she started to prove to have personality traits that really disagreed with me. She was always very blunt when she spoke, almost embarrassingly so. She would flirt in little ways with a lot of guys. She would threaten to leave to get me to do things her way (it always worked). The one thing that bothered me the most was that I made a little speech to her about Goku and that she forgot it afterwards. Every time I would mention Goku, she'd say, "Who's that?" Argh. Plus, she insisted upon calling me "Kurin-chan", which was embarrassing (It's too close to something else. If you don't know, I'm not telling you. Young eyes might be reading this).
Yet, I was still convinced that I loved her. I wanted it to work; I wanted it to be true so badly that I made myself believe it. I bargained with myself. Her faults weren't THAT bad, and besides, she did do these cute things that gave me a warm feeling. Also, she was really pretty nice to me. That was enough for me - I finally had a girlfriend, and I wasn't about to let a little thing like reality interfere.
I was so insistent on this that I guarded it jealously. It made me act pretty immature. When I found Gohan fishing by the river and invited him to the party, I even got a little jealous when she kissed him on the cheek. Can you believe that? I was jealous of a little kid. Sorry, Gohan.
On the day of the party, though, my spirits were up. I was happy because I was going to get to show everyone that I had a girlfriend. I didn't really understand love then. I didn't admit it to myself, but I really thought that it was about social status and self-respect. I thought that getting a girlfriend was something that I had to do, and that I was a loser if I didn't have one. I was young and foolish. As for now, well, I don't know if I can truthfully say that I understand love, but... I know it. I've felt it for real. It's so different from that. It really is.
The party was fun. It was really great to see everyone together. We really were the worst circle of friends; we never saw enough of each other. Everyone showed up except Gohan. My friends were happy to accept Maron and were very supportive of me. However, they quickly sensed the true nature of our relationship after an incident where Maron flirted a little with Yamucha. Bulma chewed him out.
"Oh, come on, Bulma," said Yamucha, "She was just kidding. Right?"
"Actually, no," said Maron.
Everyone stared at her. I panicked. Bulma seemed a little wary, and she asked Maron how she really felt about me. After a pause, Maron said that she didn't know. What a painful moment that was. I should've known right then that it wasn't going to work out.
Roshi-sama made matters worse by being a total perv. I'm going to spare you from the details of that. Be grateful.
The party got over that rough spot, though, and soon afterward, I went out to catch some fish. Maron came out wearing a bathing suit that you could practically fit on a postage stamp and joined me. Things seemed to be going okay until Chichi got there.
She nearly landed on poor Roshi-sama with her airplane. She was extremely pissed off and demanding to know where Gohan was. I don't know why exactly, but Chichi used to be a real terror when she was angry. We used to joke that she was the only thing in the universe that could scare the Super Saiyan Son Goku. Actually, I feel kind of guilty saying that now. Poor Chichi. She's led a troubled life. After all, she was only trying to make a good life for her child.
Anyway, Maron provoked Chichi's wrath further by wearing that bathing suit and by calling her old and uptight. It got to the point where everyone was holding her back to try and prevent her from going berserk and killing Maron. Then, I think that somehow Maron held me underwater for several seconds. She must have, because neither of us breathed the mist.
I suppose it's time I explained everything. Garlic Junior was the progeny of a demon that had, thousands of years ago, challenged the throne of Kami. Just a few years earlier, he had tried to do the same himself. He managed to get the dragon balls to grant him immortality. He was pretty strong, and Goku and Piccolo had a lot of trouble defeating him. Finally, he opened a vortex to an alternate plane known as the Dead Zone. There, supposedly, there is nothing but endless abyss. He tried to suck everyone into it, but ended up getting trapped in it himself by - get this - Gohan, who was so young that he doesn't even remember it.
There is supposed to be no escape from the Dead Zone. However, at that time a rare event occurred that made it possible for him to get out. There is, or rather was, a body called the Makeo star. When it came close to Earth, an event that only happened once every 5000 years, a clan upon Earth known as the demon clan would have its strength multiplied dozens of times, and would wreak mischief upon the world. Garlic Junior was of this clan, and he used the power boost to get him out of the Dead Zone. He promptly went to Kami's lookout, beat up Kami-sama and Mr. Popo and put them in jars, and let loose something called the Black Water Mist. This, in case you haven't guessed, was very bad news. That's all you need to know for now.
Gohan got there after we resurfaced. I told him that his mother had come ahead of him. He winced, and we prepared to go back to the island and face her fury. We didn't know what we were in for.
I should have noticed when we saw Chichi that something was wrong. There was something strange about her eyes. Gohan apologized solemnly. She said nothing, and only attacked him. He hopped all over the island, but she pursued him. Shortly afterward, everyone else came out of the Kame House looking the same way. Their eyes had a purple glow to them, and they seemed to have fangs. About then, I started to realize that something was up.
The effect of the Black Water Mist was basically to turn everyone who breathed it into a nearly mindless zombie, bent on destruction and loyal to the Demon Clan. I didn't know that. All I knew was that my friends were suddenly attacking me, and it was scary. I didn't feel like I was in any real danger because I was so far removed from them in strength - really, Yamucha was the only one who was strong enough to give me trouble - but, well, how would you feel if all of your best friends suddenly turned on you? I didn't want to hurt them. I didn't even want to fight them.
Maron, on the other hand, was in real danger, so I spent most of my time protecting her. The Roshi zombie seemed particularly intent on pursuing her. That was when she really showed her true colors. She told me to hit him. "I thought you were an expert," she said. "Why don't you just clock him one?" How dared she ask that of me? She knew that Roshi-sama was one of the people who I respected most in the entire world. How could she ask me to attack him? It might have been just the panic of the moment, but I just don't know.
Soon, four strange looking creatures arrived. The moment that they got there, all of the zombies stopped attacking and bowed to them. They were surprisingly strong, and easily handled Gohan. They called themselves the Four Monarchs, and told us that they served Garlic Junior. I was trying to decide whether or not I should try to attack them when Piccolo got there. I was relieved to see him. However, when he fought them, they were too much for him, especially with Yamucha joining in. It was ridiculous. The Makeo star had given them exorbitant amounts of power.
I would have helped Piccolo, but I was still trying to keep Maron safe from everyone. I heard the Monarchs talk about the Black Water Mist, however. They mentioned something called the Ultra Holy Water that would reverse its effects, but boasted that even that would not work after 24 hours. They even went so far as to announce rather loudly that the Ultra Holy Water was stored on Kami's Lookout. I think that they were trying to get us to go there. Gohan didn't want to leave Piccolo, but he eventually agreed to come along. Maron insisted upon coming with us. I wanted to just take her and drop her off someplace safe, but she was very adamant.
"But it'll be dangerous," I told her.
"So, you'll just protect me, won't you Kurin-chan?"
Sigh...
We flew to Karin Tower. We tried to be careful in case it was dangerous, but Maron was very loud, proving herself to be a liability. Fortunately, all that we found there were an unaffected Yajirobe and Karin-sama. Gohan and I were grateful to dump her on them, despite their protestations. I have to admit that I enjoyed seeing Maron interact with Karin-sama. She called him "cute kitty-chan" and scratched his chin. The best part was that he enjoyed it, and actually PURRED before he got upset and told her to cut it out. Hahahaha. Oh, I'll treasure that sight to the grave.
We flew up a little higher to Kami's Lookout and saw Garlic Junior waiting for us. He was very small and bluish green, with pointed ears. Gohan and I tried to attack him, but we didn't even make it halfway across the lookout before the Monarchs got there with Piccolo in tow. They said that he'd been bitten and was now a zombie like the others. The situation seemed pretty miserable.
Piccolo and Gohan started to fight, and I was left to handle Garlic Junior's henchmen. I had the crap beaten out of me. Without the Makeo star, they would have been no match for me in a million years, but the way it was, they were pretty strong. I couldn't even hold my own against them. Gohan wasn't faring so well either, trying to fight both them and Piccolo. I could tell that he really didn't want to be fighting Piccolo, who was a closer friend to Gohan than... well, than anyone, really. The year that they spent training together had a great impact on both of them forever.
Of course, I was afraid for the fate of our entire planet, but right then I was most focused on trying to protect Gohan. I knew that I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to him. While I wouldn't exactly say that my concern was misplaced, it was a little backwards. He ended up protecting me more than anything. I would definitely have been killed by the Monarchs if not for Gohan...
When one of Garlic's men prepared to fire a ki blast at Gohan, all I could think of was to protect him. I guess it might have made more sense to shove him out of the way of the blast or to deflect the blast itself with one of my own, but I had a split-second to think about it, and I threw myself in front of it.
I absorbed the whole blast, hard. I was just barely strong enough to take it all. I had a feeling like being hit in the stomach with a baseball bat, and I blacked out for a little while. When I woke up, two of the Four Monarchs were dead. I didn't know what happened to them, but I can guess. As I've said, it isn't a good idea to get Gohan mad, and nothing makes him madder than hurting his friends. For a moment, I wondered who should be protecting whom.
I got back into the fight, and things still looked pretty bad. Gohan was having trouble, which was frustrating. If he was strong enough to just blow them away as he had, why didn't he go ahead and finish the other two off? I couldn't figure out why he didn't have access to all of his power whenever he wanted it. Now, I think I know-- but that's a revelation for later. I digress.
The fight went on like that for a while, and then Piccolo grabbed me. His head moved toward me, and I panicked as I realized what he was going to do - he was biting me. I was terrified. Was I going to become a zombie now? What would that feel like? What might I do while in that state? What if I killed someone - how could I live with that? But Piccolo did not bite me. He just made it look like he was biting me, and quickly mumbled, "It's an act. Free Kami."
It took me a couple of seconds to grasp the meaning of what he'd said, but I got it. It was pretty clever planning on Piccolo's part - he hadn't really turned into a zombie, and his acting as such was a ruse to get an opening to free Kami-sama. I dutifully did my best zombie impression.
Garlic Junior gloated at Gohan that now all of his friends were against him. Gohan looked petrified. I was paying more attention, however, to the jars containing Kami and Mr. Popo. Garlic Junior had been carefully guarding them, but in that moment, he wasn't paying much attention. If Gohan had made a move, they would have stopped him, but the last thing they would expect was a move from me - I was on their side now. (Seriously, they were completely falling for it. Garlic Junior was pretty lame. Frieza or Cell would never have fallen for a trick like that.)
I seized the moment and freed them from the jars, thus playing my big role in saving the world. Garlic Junior and his boys stared at me for a moment in dumbfounded confusion, completely unable to figure out what had happened. Luckily, Piccolo took a little time out to explain everything to the whole group so that no one would be confused. In retrospect, I wonder a bit why he felt that necessary. I guess it was to bring Gohan up to date, but Gohan's a smart kid, he would have figured it out. Maybe he was just really proud of his cunning plan and wanted to share it with everybody. Come to think of it, that does sound kind of like Piccolo. Hmm...
After Piccolo's helpful recap, he told Kami to hurry and get the Ultra Holy Water that would cure all of the zombies on Earth. Kami seemed to think that this would be a dangerous job - it was something about the water being guarded by all of the previous guardians of the Earth, although why former guardians of a planet would want to stop the current one from saving said planet is frankly beyond me. Garlic Junior laughed hideously and said that after dawn, the zombies would be fully under his spell and not even the holy water would cure them. That really put everything in a more serious light. We realized that if we didn't pull through and do it fast, everything that we knew was doomed.
Kami and Popo went off to collect the water. Garlic's henchmen tried to stop them, but Gohan and I handled that. The real battle for the Earth's fate after that was as much with Kami as it was with us. Even if we defeated Garlic Junior, what would we do about several billion zombies? I guess we could have wished them back to normal with the dragon balls, but still, you get the point.
As if the zombie problem wasn't bad enough, the Makeo Star was getting even closer. I could see it in the sky. This meant that Garlic and his minions were getting even stronger. I used Kienzan on the one I was fighting, and he _CAUGHT_ it. I don't mean that he blocked it - so far as I know that's impossible - he caught it and threw it back at me. How was I supposed to compete with that? Not even the Ginyu force had been that fast.
We thought we had them at one point, but then we heard a scream and saw a lot of dust thrown up. Garlic Junior had transformed into his ultimate form, which looked like a huge, incredibly muscular Namekian. Piccolo had his hands full fighting that thing as Gohan and I started fighting the Monarchs again.
I was beaten very, very badly. I sustained some pretty serious wounds, possibly including a concussion when I was knocked out. I tried to fight back, but I was really brutalized... Of course, when I woke up it had happened again. I was in Gohan's arms, being carried back to the Lookout after being thrown off. The last two Monarchs were now dead. Gohan didn't play around.
Finally, it was down to the three of us against Garlic Junior. Garlic Junior was a very strange person. He had a way of speaking that brought to mind a child who has frequently been picked on by bullies, he laughed a jarring, ear-rattling laugh, and he had a disturbing affinity for painfully bad baseball puns. You're going to think I'm insane for saying this, but in a strange way, I almost enjoyed battling him. Yes, the Earth was in danger. Yes, I was terrified. Yes, I had the hell beaten out of me (in case you've never been through that, let me just say that it isn't fun). However, after the Saiyans and Frieza, Garlic Junior almost felt like a vacation. That was probably the only battle where I was actually strong enough to knock the main bad guy around a bit. There's something fulfilling about that.
Garlic's final form was strong, but not so strong that the three of us together couldn't handle him. The things that made the battle frustrating were not his strength. Firstly, Garlic Junior was immortal. All three of us landed blows that would otherwise have definitely killed him; at one point, Gohan even put a hole you could throw a medicine ball through in his midsection, but he just laughed and healed it. The other thing was that Piccolo wasn't very reliable. Kami was obviously having horrible things done to him wherever he was, because Piccolo's strength kept leaving him. I hadn't realized until then just how tied the two of them were.
We kept fighting him, but we couldn't really make any headway. No matter how much we beat him down, he would just get up again. I couldn't conceive of any way to conclusively defeat him. In the end, it seemed, he would just wear us down.
After about an hour, though, Kami-sama finally managed to get the Ultra Holy Water and spread it over Earth. All over the world, people woke up in strange positions of destruction, not remembering a thing about what had happened. Consequentially, no one remembered Garlic Junior or his zombie army at all, which might lead you to doubt the veracity of this entire chapter. All I can say is that you have my honest word that it is true; I remember it and Gohan remembers it, and every account of the strange events that happened that day you can find should fit with what I've said. If you don't want to believe me, then I suppose that's your choice.
It wasn't over yet, though. Garlic Junior was incensed about having his plans ruined. In fact, he was so angry that he opened a portal to the Dead Zone, screaming that if nothing else, he'd make us suffer as he had. Can you believe that he was actually stupid enough to bring back the same thing that had been the instrument of his defeat before? It wasn't as if WE had any way of summoning the Dead Zone, or as if we had any other way of defeating him. All I can think of is that we'd hold him while someone gathered the dragon balls and wished him mortal so we could kill him. I wince just thinking of that - it's so impractical. I guess Garlic Junior had decided at this point that it didn't really matter anymore. He just hated us and wanted revenge.
The suction of the portal was very strong and began to pull in parts of the Lookout, especially the rubble that had been strewn about in our battle. Gohan put up a shield of ki around the three of us to protect us from it, but it was obvious that he couldn't hold it forever.
It was evident that we had to get Garlic Junior into that rift somehow, but he was too strong for that to happen. It was Piccolo who hit upon the answer. It was staring us in the face - the Makeo star. If it were destroyed, Garlic Junior would become very weak and would be sucked into the void. He also knew who had to do it - Gohan. I just wasn't strong enough, and Piccolo was too battle-weary. Only Gohan could destroy the Makeo star.
Yet, Gohan refused. He maintained that he couldn't both attack and hold the shield at the same time, and he didn't want to let go of the shield. You have to understand that it wasn't himself that Gohan was worried about - it was for Piccolo and I, his two best friends, that he was concerned. He wanted to protect us. It was very noble of him, but we really didn't have a choice. Both Piccolo and I told him to drop the shield and fire, but he refused.
Piccolo and I eventually just left the shield on our own so that Gohan would have no choice. Garlic Junior realized what he was doing and tried to stop him, but Piccolo and I prevented him. Gohan fired a ki blast that destroyed the Makeo star. We were very lucky then. The explosion could have easily thrown the Earth or other bodies in our solar system out of their normal orbits, but it didn't. The debris from the destroyed body could have rained upon the earth and ravaged its surface far more surely than any evildoer's plot, but it didn't. We were incredibly lucky.
Garlic Junior lost his power and was immediately sucked into the rift. In a frightening moment, the same almost happened to me. I flew as hard as I could away from the void, but it almost had me. At one point, my right foot dipped in, and it felt deathly cold. I put one last surge of power into my flight and managed to get away before it closed.
There you have it - the story of how Earth was saved from Garlic Junior. Of course, Goku could have defeated him by looking at him sideways, but maybe we were actually lucky that he wasn't on Earth, because if he had been, then he might have been turned into one of Garlic's zombies by the mist. Man, would we have been screwed.
We were very relieved, happy, and tired. In a rare moment of warm behavior, Piccolo said some things that made it clear that he cared about us - not just Gohan, but me as well. I felt very close to both of them in that moment. It had been the three of us against Nappa, and it was the three of us then. A human, a Namekian, and a half-Saiyan, bonded by friendship and by common adversity. I get a bit wistful talking about it.
We went down to Karin's place for some much-needed senzu. Maron expressed annoyance that we'd left her there and asked why we'd fooled around for so long.
"Just when I'd finally developed a bit of faith in humans," muttered Piccolo. I just sighed and said that it was a long story.
Back on the ground, I went back to trying to build a relationship with Maron. It seemed to be going better than before, although that may have been just wishful thinking on my part. I started having fantasies of marriage. Then, I thought, my life would finally be complete, and my first thought every time things looked bad wouldn't be "oh, I've wasted my life." I was just tickled by the concept. Things were going great.
However, something began to trouble me. It was the classic Kuririn self-deprecation kicking into gear again. I started to idolize Maron, to think that she was perfect. She was too perfect - I wasn't good enough for her. Oh, I told myself, it would be great if a wonderful girl like her could be interested in a guy like me, but the world didn't work that way. She was amazing, and I was nothing - a short, spineless, worthless nothing. I was deluding myself to think that she would do anything but laugh in my face if I proposed - or so I told myself.
We had a party at the Kame house to celebrate Umigame the turtle's birthday. Because Umigame was the focus of the party, I found myself talking to him, something that I didn't do often despite living with him. He just blends into the background very readily. I was surprised to find how much Umigame actually had to say. I confided my fears about Maron to the turtle, who recommended that I win her love with a gift. In fact, he knew of a great pearl under the ocean that would be perfect.
Gohan and I set off soon after that to find the pearl. We did find it, but we also found a legion of fish protecting it. The pearl seemed to be of great importance to the fish, so much that they would put their lives in danger to protect it.
We were quite capable, of course, of beating up the fish and taking the pearl, but we would have been monsters to do a thing like that. If you consider that those fish can be compared to Namekians, and that the pearl they protected can be compared to a dragon ball, you might say that we would have been just like Frieza, having our way with a peaceful race just to get what we wanted. Gohan and I left the pearl.
I resigned myself after that to having no chance with Maron. I decided to break it off with her.
We were walking on the beach in the evening when I told her.
"Maron," I said, and the words choked at my throat. I felt I had to press on, though. I was filled with a sense of purpose - this relationship was impossible, and I'd only make things worse by prolonging them. "You know... they say that if you love something, you should set it free." I mentally slapped myself. What an awful cliché.
"What?" she said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think we can see each other anymore. You aren't the problem, Maron-chan. I am. I'm sorry."
We had stopped walking. She frowned slightly for a few moments, and then smiled.
"Too bad, Kurin-chan," she said. "It was nice." She began to walk away.
"Oh," she said, "By the way... I know what it was that you were thinking of asking me. You know, I wouldn't have said no."
I think I felt my heart stop. What had she said to me?
I felt a pain tear at my insides as I watched her walk away. What had I done? I tried to run after her, but it was too late - A guy who was driving by offered her a ride, and she accepted. I would never see her again, and I knew it. I just stayed there for a while, feeling sad and loathing myself.
Later, my friends would comfort me. I told them that she'd broken up with me, but they saw right through me. They knew that it had been the other way around. My friends told me that I'd done the right thing, that she hadn't been right for me, that I was better off without her. They were right. I had very good friends who cared about me, and even in that moment of intense self-pity, I realized that fact. However, I felt a powerful sadness, as if a part of me had died. I imagined that it gave up its ghost in the form of the single tear that I cried, concealed from my friends behind a pair of shades.
In a way, a part of me had died. In picking myself up afterward, I matured greatly, leaving some of the foolishness and innocence of my youth behind. I still didn't understand love, but I knew now not to covet it as I had. I also became a less jealous person. I didn't make any progress on my self-esteem; that would have to come later. We must all pay our price to grow.
I would come to realize that it really was for the best that Maron and I hadn't ended up together. It wasn't that Maron was a bad person. Despite some bad things I may have said about her here, she was a good person, and she was kind to me, which is more than I can say about a lot of people. Really, we just weren't the right ones for each other. I hold no grudge to Maron - I sincerely hope that she is doing well.
It would not be long after that that I would meet my true love. However, tremendous strife awaited us all before the day that I would realize that love would come.
--END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE--
CLUNKY CONTINUITY NOTE II: Writing this chapter gave me a headache. This is why I don't usually like writing about the anime...
Okay, here's what I changed:
1) Haiya Dragon. This guy is in the anime. He's called Icarus in the dub. This cute and amiable creature is, as far as I understand it, from one of the movies. I wrote him out because Gohan doesn't really have a chance to meet him and it makes no sense that he would vanish later on. This main change also accounts for Maron being protected and carried by Kuririn rather than (you guessed it) Haiya Dragon. Simple.
2) Movie One. As noted in chapter 11, in this fic Kuririn had nothing to do with movie one because he isn't supposed to know that Gohan exists until he meets him when Raditz arrives. In this chapter, that just means that Kuririn doesn't know who this Garlic guy is, whereas in the anime, he does. Again, simple.
3) The breakup scene. I rewrote it slightly. So sue me, I like it like this.
4) Logic inconsistencies. In the anime, we have some Evil Filler(tm) moments in which things that make no sense happen. I've dutifully eradicated these. Examples - Chichi having a ki flare. Gohan having enough trouble fighting his mother to necessitate hitting her. Just stuff like that.
5) Dub-sub confusion. Okay, I took "Four Monarchs" from the sub, Garlic's baseball puns from the dub, "Black Water Mist" from the dub, "Ultra Holy Water" from the sub. Sorry about that, but I just use the names and elements that I like the best.