Saiyan Saga - Part 7: Standoff
To say Raditz was irritated would be a drastic understatement. His training had been interrupted, he'd been talked down to by a measly Earthling, and above all, he was starving. The fact that everyone had their eyes glued to the world below didn't help matters out either, as his demands for substance had been blithely ignored. He had, of course, threatened them with broken bones and injuries that would last for months, but for once he found he did not have the control over the humans that he had grown so accustomed to.
Perhaps that was what irritated him most of all.
This, of course, did not go unnoticed. Kami could feel Raditz's energy flare erratically, and, looking at him out of the corner of his eye, the guardian could see the Saiyan grind his teeth in annoyance. He knew it was only a matter of time before the space pirate went into an outrage, and so he went to work on diffusing the situation immediately.
"Is something the matter, Raditz?" he smoothly asked, careful not to give off any emotion. "You look frustrated."
"You're damn right I'm frustrated!" the Saiyan barked back, causing everyone to whirl around and mentally prepare themselves for anything. They all knew that an emotional Raditz could lead to absolutely any outcome. "You talk me out of my training by promising me a challenging opponent, you expect me to wait here for an entire hour while this weakling doesn't bother to show his face, and I still haven't had a quality lunch!"
"I can make you something to eat if you want, Raditz," offered Popo, "but any leftovers will have to wait until after Garlic Junior is dealt with. He is a crafty one that we cannot take lightly, even if we are confident in your ability to defeat him."
"...You better swear to me that you will prepare me a feast worthy of a king, fool." Raditz pointed toward the genie accusingly. "If I take out this little emperor wannabe, that's the price you will pay. And you'd best hope I want seconds, or else you won't be alive to cook any more meals!"
"That is more than okay," Mister Popo affirmed, nodding his head. "The Earth is very lucky to have you, Raditz."
"Tch! Whatever," Raditz scoffed. He then turned his attention back toward Kami and the Earthlings, walking over to the edge of the lookout himself and staring down onto the Earth below. "Anything new yet?"
"I wish," Chi-Chi muttered. "We can't even sense Piccolo anymore, yet he's obviously still alive, since, uh… Kami isn't dead yet," she added bluntly. "Frankly, you'd think he'd make his move by now."
"We all waited until the most convenient moment for us to strike against Piccolo, right?" Tien pointed out. "It's safe to say that this guy is thinking the same way we were just a week ago… and, I'll be honest, I don't think I like that."
"Our numbers are not as strong as they were back then as well," Kami grimly reminded them. "We have lost three warriors that originally helped us fight Piccolo."
"All of 'em cause of Mister Monkey over here…" Launch grumbled under her breath, thankfully going unnoticed by the Saiyan. Then, a bit louder, she added, "Yeah, that's, uh… pretty darn bad. But at least we've got someone stronger than them all combined here."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me," Yajirobe piped up, scratching at his head. "If you guys are still worried about beating this Garlic guy, why don't we just resurrect the dragon and have him bring back Krillin and Chiaotzu? Bet they've probably gotten a buttload of power by now."
Kami, ignoring the samurai's coarse language, shook his head. "You all underestimate the difficulty of this trainer. The chances are that your friends have not even met him yet. However, the payoff will be worth it in a year's time, so we cannot risk interrupting their training for anything."
"You don't need them when you have me," Raditz haughtily proclaimed, cracking his knuckles. "I never thought I would be some backwater planet's prizefighter, but I'll do what I have to in order to protect this planet until Nappa and Vegeta arrive."
"It is good to know we can count on you, Raditz. Your full cooperation in taking down this threat eases my mind slightly. That said, Garlic is a crafty one. I have no idea what he could be plotting, but he surely has revenge on the mind."
"So I'm guessing that we'll have to keep waiting up here, won't we?" Tien asked. "We can't risk sending anyone down to be ambushed given that we don't know what they're up to."
Kami nodded over at the triclops. "That is correct. The only weapon I can think of him wanting to use is present right here on the Lookout—the Black Water Mist."
"And what's that supposed to be?" Bulma asked, folding her arms. "Sounds like something a bad guy would want to go after, that's for sure."
"It is a mist that, upon being inhaled, transforms its victim into a loyal follower and worshipper of the demon clan," Mister Popo explained. "Any order of Garlic's upon whoever is unfortunate enough to breathe it in would be committed without any hesitation."
"Geez… mind control… remind me to stay the hell away from that stuff," spoke Yajirobe, shuddering. "I like myself just the way I am, thanks."
"Do not fear. Garlic will not get his hands on that mist again so long as we remain in control of the situation at hand," Kami assured the group. "We can stay up here to guard the lookout as long as we need to. Garlic's primary goal is likely to take revenge for his father, not to kill human beings.
"Tch!" Raditz scoffed. "Wimp."
"I am sure that he will make his move on this lookout first—that Black Water Mist is surely his top priority," Kami continued, ignoring Raditz's interruption. "Until then, we wait."
"Whatever keeps this planet safe, Kami." Tien bowed his head, an unclenched fist being undetected by all. 'Krillin… Chiaotzu… I promise you, I will keep this planet safe. You're going to come back to a better world than you left, I swear it!'
"They're on their way… at long last. It's felt as if they would never show up. Patience is not my specialty."
"I take it that means I finally get to see some action."
"Yes, Myrr… you can prove your loyalty to me."
"What about the others?"
"They won't be necessary… for now. Consider them a failsafe in the event that you don't make it back."
"You don't have confidence in me, my lady?"
"I didn't say I was going to leave you without your weapon. You may bring her, if you wish."
"...I won't let you down."
"I know you won't."
Myrr stood on the icy terrain of Planet Mistral, a concentrated look in his eye as he awaited the odd ship above him to finally make its descent. It had been slowly making its way into the atmosphere for what had to have been at least two full minutes, and to say he was growing impatient would be an understatement. He crossed his cyan-covered arms in annoyance and tapped away at the frozen ground, the rectangular spacecraft seemingly making no leeway whatsoever in the yellow sky.
"These fools… getting cold feet at the last second?" he muttered. "My lady won't be happy to hear that these invaders are slow on their feet… I may just be more useful after all."
"You don't have to do this, Myrr!" came a cry from his side. Looking over, taking his eye off the ship for just a minute, he could see his captive looking at him with desperate blue eyes. Though her hands were shackled, her heart certainly wasn't. "Can't you see what she's done to you? Open your eyes!"
"My eyes have been opened—opened to the fact that I was once scum like you." His expression hardened even further. "My lady has saved me from who I used to be. I could never want to go back to that… not again."
"You've turned your back on everything you've stood for; don't you understand?!" she screamed, shaking her head in furious disbelief. "Even though you left me to die, to rot in that prison… I never forgot you—who you really are. I still loved you!"
"Maybe it's you who needs to open your eyes." His eyes narrowed. You could have been something if you hadn't resisted change. If you had just gone ahead and become one of us alongside me, you wouldn't have to suffer alongside many like you who've fought against the natural order."
"I know that's not you speaking!" the prisoner fired back, tears running down her cyan cheeks and dropping onto her brown, ragged prison garbs. "The Myrr I knew would never give into another person's will!"
Myrr remained stoic at this outburst of emotion the woman displayed, seemingly mulling something over in his head. After another five seconds of hearing the woman's frantic sobbing, he grunted lightly to himself and closed the distance between the two.
With almost frightful eyes, the woman looked up at him. "Myrr…" she whispered, not knowing what she could say any longer. It was clear that she retained some sense of hope that he would revert into what he had formerly been so proud to consider himself, yet his eyes told her all he needed to know. It was a pipe dream at its finest. Still, something told her that she needed to take any chance she had to find him again, to free him of his twisted mentality.
Yet he remained as cold and distant as ever.
"If you truly loved me… if you truly wanted to show me you care about me enough to accept who I've become, you would sit there and allow me to take care of our new guests," Myrr hissed. "But I can see that you're going to be more trouble than you're worth. I should just dispatch of you right now."
She visibly flinched in fear, her petite form trembling wildly. "Y-You wouldn't…"
"My loyalty to my lady is above all," Myrr bitterly snarled, "especially above that of a woman that never truly loved me." He raised an arm and placed it against the prisoner's neck, summoning a blade of energy against it. "If you don't know your role and shut your mouth, then you're worthless to the master plan. Now die!"
BZZZT!
"HRGH!"
There was no way he could mistake it. So preoccupied with the prisoner's defiance, he had completely allowed the invaders to get a leg up on him. And because of that idiotic move, he now found himself laying on the cold hard ground of Mistral with a throbbing pain in his neck.
"You won't be hurting anyone, you monster… not anymore." The speaker was quite visually different from his two cohorts. His hair was spiked, he had a tail roaming freely behind him, his eyes were burning with absolute fury. "We'll put an end to you right here."
His lizard-resembling comrade seemed to disagree with that. "Not just yet, Kakarot." He directed a justice-filled glare toward Myrr himself, though it seemed to be more controlled and in focus than Kakarot's. "Though I want to see this man put down as much as you, we do need answers on what's going on here. I've put too much time into investigating this planet to stop here."
"Investigating?" Myrr repeated, standing to his full height. His tall height and slightly defined build allowed him to seem more physically imposing, yet they weren't flinching. He could only suspect that they had the capability to sense his energy level and perceive him as a pushover. 'Time to shift to plan B, then…'
"You don't need to play coy with me; I know all about the change in demeanor your people went through," Articuno uttered. "Now unless you decide to let us in on the deal, I'm afraid we're going to have a less than pleasant encounter."
"And what makes you think I'm going to cough up what I know?" Myrr brazenly fired back. "I don't have to tell you anyth—"
A sudden shot to the back of his neck left him limp, beginning a painful fall down to the ground. He reacquainted himself with the icy terrain with a loud THUD as he hissed in pain, but he soon found himself being forcefully raised to his feet again by the scruff of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that it was the third of the pack, that the slug-resembling one had him in his clutches.
"I'm usually nicer than this, but I don't take well to seeing the innocent harmed," Nail stoically replied. "Least of all to an unforgiving monster like you. Are you more inclined to speak now?"
"Tch! You wish…" Myrr breathed out, still trying to dull the pain in his body. "I am… Angelica's perfect soldier… and though I may not be as strong as you, you will never get me to quit!"
"That's the Myrr I know!" came the prisoner's sudden exclamation, causing all eyes to turn to her. Though her arms were still forcefully bound together, she refused to remain silent. "If only… you weren't acting on the part of a monster!"
"Perhaps it's this woman who will tell us what we need to know," pointed out Kakarot in a whisper to Articuno(and Nail by proxy, given his advanced hearing), walking over to her and placing a supporting hand on her shackled arms. "Excuse me, miss, but would you please explain what you meant by that?"
"Gladly!" came the passionate, furious reply of the bound alien. "This man's name is Myrr, and the woman he's mentioned is his—"
"Enough of this!"
Her body suddenly exploded where it had stood, engulfing Kakarot in its violent vicinity and kicking up a gust of wind that blew everyone in the surrounding perimeter off their feet and into separate directions. Kakarot found himself slamming into a mountain of ice; Nail was stopped in his involuntary flight by a protruding icicle that nearly impaled his back, and Articuno had found himself slamming into a nearby forest.
Myrr, however, had only been blown back five to ten inches at the very most.
"Your power knows no bounds, my lady," Myrr smiled up at the bright yellow sky. "Thank you." He jetted into the sky not even a moment after, eager to begin the second portion of his lady's master plan. It was only a matter of time before everything fell into place.
"That… bastard…"
Kakarot found himself unable to stand just yet despite having the strength to do so. An immeasurable amount of rage flowed within him as he realized just what that lowlife had done: he'd used one of his very own as bait.
It was a sick, disgusting, and heinous move to give up another being to save one's own skin. The Saiyan knew deep within his heart that he could never offer someone else's life to death's welcome arms if it meant having to prolong meeting that dreadful fate… not even Articuno's.
His fist tightened as he lay against that mountainside, vowing not only to himself to end that fiend's life, but to that woman's as well. Though he had not known her for even five minutes, he could immediately tell that she was one of many to have befallen such a fate of being pushed around, imprisoned, and treated as an inferior.
He also promised that she would be the last to ever suffer that treatment. If nothing else, Kakarot knew in his heart that he would find the source of this cruel, vicious order and slay it.
Even if it meant giving up his own life.
With his resolve strengthened, Kakarot stood tall once more, observing his surroundings. Having been hit the hardest by the prisoner's untimely murder, he had been sent far back into a mountain of pure ice. However, this ice seemed to be incredibly concentrated—it had to have had the resilience of steel to have not beautifully shattered at his momentous meeting with the mountain.
"Man, this place is strange…" Kakarot murmured to himself as he began to slide down the mountain's slope, stopping when his feet hit the ground to try and sense out his allies. "Then again, this is the first planet I've visited—who knows, other places could be even weirder."
He suddenly paused. A wave of uncertainty washed over him as his mind tingled. "That's strange… I can sense Articuno's power, but Nail's seems completely lost to me. There's no way that he could've been killed in a minute's time…" A chill washed over him as he suddenly felt Articuno's power level blink out of existence.
"Don't tell me…"
Articuno gaped. "Are Kakarot and Nail…?"
"D-Dead…?" Nail breathed out.
"Phase two begins, my lady."
"And it shall be a glorious one."
"How odd. Even when they're together, they're all still made of stone." Garlic Junior picked up one of the aforementioned stones and held it to the light, squinting slightly. "This just isn't right. We didn't kill Piccolo, so we don't have to worry about killing Kami and, by extension, the dragon… and yet they're not working."
"You think the wish for this year's already been used?" one of his three minions, Nicky, asked. After receiving a death glare from his master, he immediately paled. "Uh, I mean, it's probably not that since we haven't seen the sky turn dark or anything. Nope. Forget what I said before."
"Now that makes more sense," spoke Sansho. He looked down at his feet, nudging the demonic frame of the unconscious PIccolo. "He's definitely not dead, either. Something's not right with the dragon."
"Do you think Kami deactivated them because he knew we were coming?" Ginger thought aloud. "Maybe we didn't give him enough credit."
"To be honest, I don't know," Garlic conceded, his expression that of a confused man. Just as quickly, though, it turned into a devious smile. "But I think we can find out. Come on now, boys; I think it's time we paid the guardian a little visit. And don't forget our little friend on the floor there… just in case we need him. Hahaha... HAHAHAHA!" His underlings joined him in uproarious laughter.
After what had been hours and hours of tedious waiting, a stakeout that saw the sun sink, the moon rise, and the sun rise again, the Z-Fighters suddenly felt their ki senses flare. Four power levels were heading in their direction, and fast.
"Finally," Raditz smirked, "it's showtime. I've waited far too long for this…"
"After having a dinner like that, I'd hope so," Bulma bluntly remarked. "You're a pig, Raditz."
"Oh? Well, this pig is about to save your hide from yet another demon, so I would keep your tongue to yourself, woman."
"Would both of you cool it?!" the now blonde Launch fired back. "Goddammit, you've been firin' shots at each other back and forth all night! You know it's a problem when even I can shut the hell up!"
Kami watched this interaction out of the corner of his eye. 'There is still work to be done about her temper while in this form… but she's made remarkable progress for a week's time, having made no outbursts toward myself or Mister Popo. I can only hope she doesn't get caught up in the wrong things during this battle...'
"I'd calm down yourself, Launch," Tien cooly replied. "Because they're ascending up to the Lookout right now."
And that they were. No more than a minute later, four shadows of light appeared in the sky, each of a various build. They descended toward the ground as one, and as their forms began to make themselves more and more clear, Chi-Chi observed something that stood out to her quite a bit.
"T-That's Piccolo!" she exclaimed as they touched down on the sacred lookout, all eyes going to the massive, bulky frame of the monster who held the demon king tightly in his grasp.
"Yup," came the succinct yet telling reply of the goon. His intimidating, spike-filled figure certainly looked like a threat. "You bet it's him. He didn't take that much effort to put down, y'know."
"You act as if it's an accomplishment to take down the green man," Raditz replied, almost out of boredom. "It's clear that if you think that way, you won't stand a chance."
"We've got enough power to take you all down, don't worry about that," came the reply of the smaller, a devious smirk across his face. "So don't tempt us to attack, because none of you will stop our might."
"Heh… you fools. You thought I was referring to everyone when I said you didn't stand a chance? No…" Raditz confidently walked ahead of the pack, and pointed a thumb toward his tank-top covered chest. "I was referring to myself."
The hooded figure, the last of the demons who hadn't spoken yet, cleared his throat. "You have a lot of nerve to insinuate that you could defeat us all." He smiled. "But I will forgive that. You, nor the rest of you humans, are not the one I'm after."
He let his hood fall, revealing a teal cranium. He licked his lips, his fangs prominently showing. "Would you care to have a little chat, Kami?"
Kami blanched. Though he had fully expected to come face to face with his rival's son, he hadn't expected such an air of confidence about him. Garlic, despite being outnumbered, had freely made his way up here and gotten right in his face. He knew that there was something that the demon was hiding from him, some sort of trump card that he hadn't played just yet.
"Just what is it that you want, Garlic?" the guardian slowly replied, Earth's warriors all assuming fighting stances behind him. "I expect you're here to be anything but civil."
"And make it quick," Raditz added, walking over to a palm tree and resting against it. "I've been itching to fight for the last day."
Garlic jerked his thumb over at the long-haired alien warrior. "He's not exactly patient, is he?"
"Far from it," Kami smoothly responded. "In fact, I don't see why I don't allow him to kill you right now."
"You wouldn't want to do that," Garlic warned. "Not when my good friend Sansho here has Piccolo in his clutches." The bulky monster chuckled deviously upon hearing his name. Garlic smiled before continuing. "You see, Kami, I've happened to come across the Dragon Balls." Audible gasps were present, though no one said anything in hopes to hear more. Garlic picked this up. "And, well, you see, they don't seem to work. They're all made of stone."
"As they should be," Kami replied, "seeing as I left them as exactly that. Your point?"
Garlic frowned. "But the legend states that collecting all seven will result in a wish that fulfills your heart's desire. I fulfilled that requirement, so I should be granted my wish, should I not?"
"You in particular? No, not really," Kami dryly retorted. "It seems that I made the right decision in leaving them as stone for the time being. It was bad enough that Piccolo was able to restore his youth; I can't imagine you being able to bring your father back."
"Why would I want to do that when I could wish for eternal life?" Garlic sneered, drawing everyone's attention—one more than most. "With infinite power, I would be able to destroy this planet… no, the universe! No mortal would be able to stand my might!"
"You should know very well that using the Dragon Balls means that I would need to resurrect Shenron, Garlic," reminded the guardian. He scowled. "And I don't plan on doing that for as long as I am alive."
"Is that right?" the Maykian asked. He suddenly cackled. "Then you wouldn't mind if I killed Piccolo here, would you? It would only take a simple twist of Sansho's fingers at this point…"
Kami narrowed his eyes. "Of course… you would resort to petty means to get your wish. Unfortunately, the Earthlings were kind enough to ask me first, so I think I'll have to politely turn away your request."
"If things worked on a first-come, first-serve basis, my father would be the guardian of this planet!" Garlic seethed, his composure beginning to weaken. "You've got one last chance; you can either give me my wish now or have no more wishes at all!"
"I'll just take option C, if that's all right."
Sansho's world immediately faded to black after a loud CRACK rang through the lookout's atmosphere, his massive frame dropping to the ground in a heartbeat as Raditz snatched the demon king out of his clutches. In an instant, he zipped back over to the Earthlings and immediately shoved the green man into Chi-Chi's arms. "You've played nurse before. Enjoy doing it again."
Chi-Chi immediately scowled, yet said nothing as Raditz confidently strode over to Garlic and his remaining two minions. 'He's so damn rude… and yet… he's so powerful... none of us would've been able to get Piccolo back without a struggle.'
"I seem to have underestimated you, punk," Garlic acknowledged with a hardened scowl. "I'm going to guess that throwing my other two minions at you wouldn't accomplish anything either, would it?"
"Now you're getting it," Raditz smirked. "Your best bet is to throw everything you've got at me right now. That includes your little two goons as well."
Garlic flinched at the Saiyan's bravado. Before he had had nothing to back up his arrogant claims, but after having decapitated Sansho with such little effort and having gone undetected to boot, the Maykian deemed the long-haired warrior a viable threat. "All right… if a fight's what you want, I suppose a fight is what you're going to get. I'll go all-out from the start."
"A-All out?" Tien whispered to his fellow Earthlings. 'Could this monster really have more power than he's letting on?'
Garlic Junior hunched over, his body beginning to tremble as veins began to pop up on his teal cranium. "You… you're going to regret challenging me, I promise you that right now…! HAAAAAAH!" His cape began to rise as his snarls became more focused, more controlled. His eyes turned bloodshot as his body began to contort into something greater… and, as him and his demons knew, far, far stronger.
"Oh, I sure hope so," proclaimed Raditz as he crossed his arms. At the moment, he was unimpressed. "After all, it's been far too long since I've gotten to kill."
"I could say the same!" Garlic cackled. "I can't imagine… how fun it's going to be… to put you in your place! HYAH!" His upper body suddenly grew shirtless as he himself grew to an incredible height, his body becoming a dark navy blue and filled with muscle, twitching with almighty power. Though his pants grew to accommodate their owner's sudden growth, one could easily infer that even his legs had grown bulkier.
"Well, I'll be blunt with you: I can't sense energy," Raditz admitted. He briefly glanced over toward the Earthlings, whose expressions told him all he needed to know. "But I'll take a wild guess and say that you'll at least take more than five seconds of my time."
"You talk a big game, but let's see if you can back it up!" Garlic cackled, his body pulsating with energy. "Nicky, Ginger… stay out of my way for this one! I'm going to grind this long-haired fool into dust on my own!"
"All right then. If you'll respect a one-on-one battle, then so will I." He looked over at the remaining fighters. "You all may fight the remaining two demons however you please, but you are to stay away from my battle. If I catch any of you in my sight, I won't hesitate to break your necks just as easily as I did with that demon. Understand?" He received nothing but nods. "Good."
With no warning, he rammed into Garlic's chest at full force, driving both himself and the Maykian off the lookout and into the sky. They traded blows for a brief moment in the air before Garlic got in a hard headbutt, drawing blood, but the Saiyan powered through and immediately spun kick him down toward the earth. His feral grin of excitement was on full display before he himself dove downward, eager to continue the fight ahead.
"Your friend is impressive," Ginger conceded. "Our boss is definitely the only one who stands a shot against him. But you guys? Heh… I'm willing to bet that it'll only take Nicky and I to bring you all down."
"You would be wise not to underestimate Earth's warriors," Kami advised. "I am sure they will prove to be full of surprises."
"You said it, teach," Launch interjected, cracking her knuckles. "Let's dance."
Welcome to Turbulence's twentieth installment, everybody! I'm incredibly proud to have reached this milestone, and while we could've been farther in the story by now, I'm digging the way this is all unfolding.
So… was this chapter a little faster paced than usual? Yeah, I'd say that. But I think it was worth it to get to where we are now. There wasn't any point beating around the bush with Garlic, in my opinion, since his plot in this story is relatively simplistic. I hope you enjoyed me trying to get a little more back to basics(for the time being) with Garlic's storyline, as a good 'ol hoss fight is something we haven't really gotten to see in this story just yet. That said, Garlic does serve to contribute to this story as a whole, even if it's not so obvious just yet.
On the flipside of all this, we've got the space side of it all. Things probably seem very hazy as to who that woman was and the actual character of Myrr right now(not to mention that the triptych of heroes can't even sense one another any longer), but allow me to remind you all that I have consistently promised more originality and creativity when it comes to these villains. It does not make sense for there to be a handful of villains that are Ginyu Force level and beyond to just magically be on the planets where Kakarot and co. decide to visit, so I've had to rely on the good 'ol brain to think up some new ways to challenge this group of heroes. I can safely say that many of you will not be disappointed. While the Earth storyline is, for once, a little more simplified, the space one is just heating up in terms of intensity, trust me.
Instead of doing a Q&A this time around(as I feel that all questions that could've been asked are answered/spoilers for future events), I would like to do a small special feature for this story that I call…
Roman Reigns Syndrome, and How Kakarot Has Fallen Prey to It
Unless you know me on a slightly personal level(read: spoken to me at all outside the context of FanFiction), you don't know that I am a huge fan of professional wrestling. Love it. Absolutely love it. I love the awesome matches, the emotion and drama behind it all, and the characters that partake in it. Especially the characters.
One of these characters, in fact, have a very close connection to Kakarot that was completely unintentional. That character is known as Roman Reigns.
Roman Reigns is one of my personal favorite characters today, but a good bulk of the audience dislikes him greatly. They do not dislike him for his character nor his abilities in the ring primarily; what they dislike is how quickly he was skyrocketed to the top of the mountain in wrestling and how, as fans, they were being forced to accept that without being given a good reason to root for him. I've realized that I've essentially done the same thing to you all in that I've projected my main character onto you all yet there is no true reason we should root for him besides him being the good guy.
I don't like that, to put it bluntly. A part of me always knew that the Earth side of the story was going to get more fan approval given that it shows more of the characters we love(which I'm okay with; hey, even I enjoy the Earth side of the story more sometimes), but to see that Kakarot is kind of just viewed as there is a disappointment to me. I keep saying it, and I will give you all the proper catalyst to root for Kakarot, but perhaps nothing drove me more to the point where I needed to address this than finally seeing the Reigns-Kakarot comparison.
With that all said and done, I believe I'm out. Please do be sure to leave me some reviews on your way out with your feedback, and I hope you're ready for both a battle and a journey to truly kick off next time!
...Actually, wait, not just yet. I'm gonna open this up a little further than I normally do. If you guys have any ideas of any segments or installations you want me to include in times where I don't feel I have enough material to justify a Q&A, let me know in either a PM or a review. It would obviously need to remain within the parameters of this story, like talking/discussing original plans, talking my favorite/least favorite characters and plots, or anything you guys can really come up with. With that said, I do hope you review more about the story and could also just provide me ideas in your reviews at the end, but I'll be happy with relatively anything.
Okay, for real now, see ya next time!