A/N: Believe it or not, I am still receiving Private messages to this day from idiots who cannot see that I am right and that Dragon Ball Super is OBJECTIVE trash. As such, I have crafted yet another chapter to illustrate my argument. This chapter takes place within a few weeks of Chapter 2, but still before Dragon Ball Super is wished out of canon.

Jiren slept out on a grassy field, waiting for sunup to start his new job. His old boss fired him when, after the tournament of power, he suffered severe concussions and memory loss. The mental deficits were, of course, unnoticeable since he never was the brightest bulb on the chandelier. He was actually fired because everyone just got sick of being around him. Jiren took the opportunity to find new work closer to his skill level. A fruit picker!

The sun crept over the atmosphere and bathed the landscape in a warm orange glow. Gentle sunbeams wrapped around Jiren's skin, rousing him awake.

"Ah, today's the day!" Jiren said as he stretched his groggy body. "I should head down to the orchard and meet my new boss!" Jiren donned a sombrero to better fit in with the illegal immigrants he would now be working with and ran to start his day.

The boss was a small old man with dry skin, cracking around his wrinkles. His body was sunbaked and colored a deep reddish brown, with small hairs growing out of discolored liver spots. He sat in a big lifeguard style chair overlooking the orchard. Jiren ran up to introduce himself, but tripped over his own feet and stumbled. He pulled himself to his feet.

"Sorry sir." He said. "My name is Jiren. I start today."

The boss looked Jiren up and down, a nodding motion that even included his shoulders. His eyes narrowed, and he spit a wad of snot to his side.

"Yeah." He grunted the word. "Jus' call me Montgomery. You ever pick fruit before?"

"Of course, sir! I pick fruit out every time I go to Wal Mart!"

Montgomery raised one eyebrow, then closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I mean from a tree."

"Oh! No sir, but my dad told me that I should at least be able to handle a job like this without ruining anything for a change!" Jiren smiled widely at this.

Montgomery turned to the side, spit another snot ball, then turned back. "Yeah." He said, grunting. "Well, he aint wrong. Jus' throw the fruit in one of them barrels out there. You'll be workin' till sundown so don't start slackin'."

"Yes, sir!" Jiren rushed out toward the orchard with surprising speed. Stormy clouds of dust and dirt flew upward with tornado ferocity as Jiren pressed on with bullet like speed. Montomery was briefly blinded by the dry grey smokescreen. When it finally died down, dissipating into smokey wisps, Montgomery couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Jiren was a mere blur of motion. Unseeable as he zigzagged from tree to tree. Gales of wind acted as kickback to his unreal speed. Frigid bursts of air pulled and tugged the tree branches, sending leaves swirling free in the air.

Jiren was only gone for mere minutes, but he returned carrying tens of barrels full of freshly picked fruit.

"Sorry for the wait, boss!" Jiren said, acting cocky. "I think I got all of the fruit in the whole orchard!" Jiren gave a big ol' smug wink to his boss, but then realized that Mr. Montgomery wasn't happy at all. He was cartoon-like in his anger, skin even redder than usual. His eyes were wide and wild, his chest ballooning as he took in audible drags of air.

"Uh. Sir? What's wrong?" Asked Jiren.

"You!" Shouted Montgomery! "You ruined me!"

"Sir? I picked all the fruit for you."

Montgomery grabbed the first fruit from the top of the nearest barrel. "That's the problem! You picked all the fruit, even the stuff that aint ripe yet!" He held an apple out. It was smaller than a lightbulb, white as copy paper.

"Ripe?"

"Ever heard of it?!" A snot ball shot out. Montgomery did not bother turning his head this time. He grunted. "Half this fruit is useless! Can't be sold. Because you had to be the cool new kid in town. Didja want to impress me with how much better you were then all my other guys?"

Turn, snot, grunt. Jirn lowered his head.

"Well, y'aint! My old workers did it better. Oh, sure. You're new blood, you're flashy, but kid, you don't think! And now you ruined everything I spent years building up! My whole orchard. How am I gonna pay to replace all the soil you kicked up speeding around the place like Billy Badass on half a harvest?"

Jiren shook his head. "Sorry boss. I just- please give me another chance. I need this job."

"Another chance at what!? You picked all the fruit! I have no work left to give." Montgomery said, voice catching. "My life's work. Ruined."

Jiren had nothing more to say. He could feel his throat catching too.

"It's funny." Montgomery said abruptly. Jiren looked up. "Ruining things that people spent years meticulously creating. You remind me of that TV show that recently came out. D.B.S."

Jiren nodded. "I love that show!"

"You would." Turn, snot, grunt. "Because just like that show, you're nothing but a cancer. A parasite that piggy backs off other's hard work. But in your desperation to impress, you unknowingly ruin everything about that work. Jiren, you're fired. Never show your face to me again.

Jiren realized how wrong he had been all his life. For existing, for ever being born. Montgomery was right. Jiren was nothing but a cancer. Jiren layed his head on some train tracks, and closed his eyes.

The End

I hope you will not need further convincing that Dragon Ball Super is OBJECTIVELY terrible. This chapter proves it beyond reasonable debate.