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The Mortal Flaw is the only non-canon story in Vöntun, and is, in spirit, a BYARM-type story. The prose style of Filthy Monkeys is somewhat similar, and the dream sequences in The Naptime Championships are too, but overall, this story is fairly unique compared to the rest of the collection.

It was an early concept and was always meant to be the last story in the collection. The idea of Jiren alone is in conflict with the "Future" Trunks Saga. That saga is riddled with plotholes to a degree that no other saga is in all of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball Super. That's not to say I dislike the saga (it's one of the best in the series when you ignore the plotholes), but it was fun to poke holes in them nonetheless. The Jiren plothole is a middle school level plothole, the kind you'd expect even a thirteen year old to be capable of avoiding. Such is the duality of Toriyama. He can be both the greatest and the worst, and sometimes both at the same time.

So what if Jiren had existed in Toriyama's mind when he had written the TFS? Well, quite simply, Goku Black and Zamasu would have been defeated. There's really no other way to go about it. Black would have died no matter what, and Zamasu was so weak, compared to Jiren, that it wouldn't be hard for the Pride Troopers to eternally imprison him somewhere. Easy "what if" scenario. The fun part was BYARM'ing it and making it ridiculous and satirizing other aspects of Toriyama's writing, particularly the character of Jiren himself.

So, in any case, I didn't want to write this one early in the collection, as it was sort of a "free" story, meaning I wouldn't have to put all that much creative mindpower into it. Some of the stories I toiled over, and some came easy. This one came easy. I could've written it two months before I began Vöntun and it would have been pretty much the same tale. I waited until the only stories remaining were problem stories - the ones that I hadn't quite figured out yet. Leap and Dyspo Sucks were both problem stories, and at this point, with only three one-shots left to complete the collection, it felt right to bang out any easy one and bring us to 7/9 in total.

I began working on this story on March 18, 2018, at 7:48 pm. I wrote for about six minutes, getting two paragraphs done in that time. Those paragraphs were much shorter than the finalized opening paragraphs, it must be said. I continued writing at 1:06 am on March 19th, finishing the first draft at 2:52 am.

Because this wasn't a serious story, there wasn't much of a point in waiting to edit it. I began editing at 3:14 am, finishing at 4:49 am. I posted it to the wiki 4 minutes later. There wasn't a tremendous amount of editing, although the opening paragraphs were expanded greatly during that phase. Most of the jokes in the first paragraph were added in during the editing.

This one had to be in the "Nóg" (enough) category, because really, Toriyama, it's enough already with your bullshit fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants plotting. Anyways, I've got nothing else to say about this piece of shit, so let's move onto the endnotes. It's gonna be nice doing one of these for the first time in a while without having to complete character list the fucker.


Story[]

Note: This is a "what if" story about: "What if Toriyama had already come up with Jiren's character when he made the "Future" Trunks Saga?".


Once upon a time, Zamasu murdered Gowasu. It was real sad, so he decided to also murder the other Supreme Kais of the various universes with the help of his favorite friend/lover, Zamasu II: The Five Inch Fiend, or as he’s known in the weeaboo parts of the multiverse, Goku Black. With a nickname like that, you’d expect him to be called Goku Caucasian, but I digress. Their first target for necessary assassination (so they could frolick and hunt ningen to their ultimate delight without having to worry about any horrible, hairless (or hairy) Gods of Destruction ruining the fun and erasing them or snitching on them to Zeno) was Khai, veritably the Supreme Fruitboy with best name out of any of ‘em.

They knew they had to be all sneaky and such so that the Universe 11 God of Destruction, some space clown or another, would have no idea what they were up to until he was already dead. So Zamasu and Goku Black went to the Sacred World of the Kai, finding Khai lounging under a giant Kaiju Tree near the north pole, reading ancient witch hentai vigorously (as if no one were watching him), the pages yellowed and crusted over. He had to be delicate with the book so as to not tear the pages when he turned them (impatient in the heat of the moment though he was), as this was a treasured artifact of his people, having been passed down for sixteen generations amongst the Supreme Kais.

“Hello,” Zamasu said, suddenly stepping out from behind the tree and bowing cordially.

“Aughaaah!” Khai replied, hastily pocketing his priceless heirloom. “Who goes there?”

“I am Zamasu, the Supreme Kai of Universe 10. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Zamasu said smoothly, bowing again.

“Zamasu? I thought old Gowasu was Universe 10’s Supreme Kai.”

“He was, but he died. He was wretchedly old and in terribly poor health, so that is to be expected. For that reason, it was not a sad development at all.”

“Ahh, I see. I want to be old as HFIL before I die, don’t you?”

“Rotten fruit has to be disposed of, lest it attract fruit flies,” Zamasu explained, bowing again. He was ever so polite, and he kept slicking over his eyebrows with spit at every opportunity.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything, Zamasu.”

“Would you like some tea, Khai? You are a Supreme Kai, after all.”

“Of course I would. Thank you for asking, Zamasu. You are a most magnificent Supreme Kai, and handsome too.”

“Your looks are marginal at best, thank you.” Zamasu snapped his fingers and a cart of tea appeared before them. Another snap of the fingers conjured up a tea table, complete with shaggy purple tea rugs and a pair of dainty porcelain tea cups. “Here, try this. It’s Green Liani, a delicacy from Universe 7.”

Khai, his face longer than a space horse’s, sat down at the table, pulling out his tea bib, and smiled innocently. “Thank you, Zamasu. Really, this is too much. You are too kind. How can I ever repay you for this stupendous gesture?”

“Drink up, drink up. Tell me how it is.”

He was about to do that, the refined, slightly virtuous, slightly cultivated individual who made Shin look like a four-year-old Shinjin who liked to steal my non-bloody-nosed T Rex toy when I wasn’t looking, when a deep, manly voice of justice boomed out, “Nooo, stop that at once! Nyah, justice!”

It was with a sudden appearance that Toppo, belly swinging, mustache bristling, his hands far too big for his body’s proportions, came flying into view. Slapping the teacup from Khai’s grasp, he stepped back and sang, “Justice Flash!!”, decimating the tea table in a red-raw explosion.

A crater was left in its wake, from which smoke rose and ash fell. Khai remained seated, eyes wide, completely confused about what had just happened. Toppo, clothed in his undersized Pride Trooper attire, took this opportunity to dab like a child, like an absolute space otaku.

“What the… why you… you insolent mortal!” Zamasu spat, his body quivering. “What is a mortal doing on this sacred planet, Khai?! How could you allow such a base creature to be here?!”

“Toppo always comes by,” Khai replied nonchalantly, his mouth yet gaping. “Today was his bi-weekly mustache trimming session. I like playing with his mustache, so I usually do it myself… only I don’t know why he would destroy your tea set like that. My apologies, Zamasu. Toppo, my sweet baby boy, explain yourself!”

“Nonsense! Justice never apologizes!” Toppo roared. “He was attempting to poison you, Supreme Kai!”

“What…?! Hah. Haha, what are you talking about?!” Zamasu laughed nervously. “I would never do such a thing! How dare you slander me, mortal!”

“My nose detects even the faintest traces of poison. That tea was poisoned! And look, there’s a strange man sitting in the tree watching us!”

Toppo pointed up at Goku Black, who was indeed perched in the ancient Kaiju Tree. Upon being spotted, Goku Black’s pride was hurt terribly. He was trying to be sneaky and stealthy; he hated it when mortals caught him in his game. He couldn’t even revert to the last checkpoint. That was the worst injury of all. Angered, the false Saiyan ripped a nearly ripened golden Kaiju Fruit from a branch, sparkling and shining, and threw it at Khai, hitting the man hard as it took him unawares, splattering gooey lavender pieces all over his face.

“I give up!” Khai cried, falling from his chair, his face wet and sticky and so very handsome now. “No fair! I give up! Mercy!”

“How dare you allow this place to be polluted by the presence of a mortal,” Zamasu snarled. “No tea for you. You are no longer fit to be a Supreme Kai!” The green, pointy-eared boy lit an indigo blade of ki around his hand and pointed it at his counterpart. “You will pay for your sins, Khai. You are no better than the filthy mortals!”


The three-headed monster was no match for Jiren. He had glared at it kind of menacingly, causing it to explode into a bunch of bloody chunks that had rained down over the city, bathing it in blood and gore and uncooked meat. Suffice to say, most of the cityfolk did not appreciate that.

One man, a puny-looking guy with a spray-on tan and implanted bicep muscles, whose name was incidentally Cring Aedin, observed, “Gah, look at that dumbass. He has no personality, and he made our city a mess! Who cares if he saved us?! He just hovers up there in the sky with his arms folded, glaring at us like we’re trash! He has no personality! What kind of Pride Trooper has no personality? I expected him to be cool and have catchphrases and poses and make me feel good about myself!”

“I concur,” added a man named Loagey, who possessed nine thousand strands of goatee hair. He was a foul-looking man with a face like a split boulder, the kind of dude you’d find on GodBook accidentally and feel sick just seeing his pic. His hair was nearly shaved to the scalp, but that hardly did the shape of his skull any justice. “Everyone I know hates him. He’s powerful, but look at how moody he is. He makes no sense. Why is he a Pride Trooper? He shouldn’t be that strong. He has random outbursts, I bet, and that makes me hate him because he’s not how I would expect him to be! It makes no sense. Literally every other Pride Trooper has enough personality to fit into an Easter basket. I’m not impressed. I could create a better personality for him in five seconds. By the way, the Queen of Diamonds is no match for the Queen of Spades, nor the Queen of Hearts, okay? I’m pretty cool, aren’t I? Look at how clever that was. I name my children after all of the types of condoms I’m not big enough to fit into.”

A third man, whose name was Xantha Xodder, shook his damn head and muttered uselessly to himself. “Mmhmm. I just don’t get it. He’s as one dimensional as my blow up doll. I’m mysterious and I won’t reveal my personality to any of you, but even I know that he doesn’t have any personality! Look at that Jiren. He just kills things and is strong! He never showed me one bit of nuance to his character.”

“What’s nuance?” asked Aedin.

“Yeah, what the hell are you talking about? Like for real?” Loagey added. “Stop using big fancy words, okay? We’re not a bunch of fucking idiots.”

“It’s just… he doesn’t ever emote! And that’s okay, only I don’t like it! This random girl I met yesterday has more personality and I didn’t even talk to her. I just know she does because she has huge titties, mmm. Yeah, okay… he might emote sometimes, but even if he does, I won’t understand it, and because I already decided that he’s one dimensional, no matter what he ever shows in the future, I won’t change my opinion, because headcanon is more important than facts, as you guys know!” Xantha smiled, twirling around as he pointed up at Jiren.

Loagey and Aedin clapped, the former wiping away a tear. “Beautiful, well-put, articulate. We’re really smart and funny, aren’t we? I don’t get why everyone isn’t like us. Why doesn’t everyone agree with us?”

“It’s because everyone else is a fuckin’ retard, hah,” Aedin lamented. “Bunch of dumbasses. By the way, I came up with this theory that Jiren’s secretly a villain, but he joined the Pride Troopers because he likes wearing space spandex.”

“Good theory, good theory.”

From above, Jiren sighed, shaking his head. Some days, he wondered why he bothered saving random civilizations from space monsters.

Suddenly, by totally unknown and convenient means, Toppo contacted Jiren. “Jiren! Come quick! Two mysterious warriors have appeared on the Sacred World of the Kai. They have already attempted to poison Khai and are now threatening to murder him with their own bare hands! Help me deal with them! They must be stopped at all costs!”

“Hmph.”

The city was painted in blood. A foul, fresh reek was brought to him by the wind. It would take a long time to wash that away. Maybe another space monster would randomly appear and attack these people while he was gone. Jiren turned and disappeared. He could hope, at least. Hope was not like the rest of them.


The man who was indeed not like a Kai jumped from the Kaiju Tree, standing next to Zamasu, a pink energy blade in his hand. Toppo stepped in front of Khai, his arms spread, protecting the bewildered (and still better than Shin) Supreme Kai.

“Leave now,” Toppo growled, “or I will be forced to end you.”

“Hahah, a mere mortal thinks he can defeat us?” Zamasu cackled. “That is a good joke. But really, you have no hope, mortal. The powers you were bestowed were given to you by us gods. How dare you mock our authority over you.”

Goku Black was grinning broadly. “I am the strongest in the universe. I wield unequaled power. You cannot hope to defeat us.”

“Justice Flash!”

They cut through his attack with their blades, dodging to each side. Toppo was a big man, a slow man, an awkward man. “Justice will always prevail!” he shouted, as if to prove that point.

Swinging wildly, Toppo went first for Zamasu. The Supreme Kai was caught in the face by the punch and went flying back into the Kaiju Tree. That was when Goku Black appeared behind him, slicing rapidly with his sword. Toppo reacted fast enough to twist around and form a barrier of energy between him and the strange Saiyan.

“Not bad. You’re fast for a mortal. But now it’s my turn!”

Smiling arrogantly, Black quenched his ki blade, stepped back, raising his arms above his head, and began to scream like an old, determined Japanese woman. It got real windy. Toppo had to squint. Khai’s mohawk was flapping about unceremoniously. Goku Black’s entire body was covered in radiating, flame-like light–purple and black and white and pink, the colors boiling on top of one another.

When it was over, his hair had turned a permanent, deep shade of pink, rising up as if aflame itself. “So… what do you think? A godly color, isn’t it?”

“It’s pink!” Toppo replied incredulously. “Are you a girl?”

“Does it look like there are any girls around here?”

“Not at all!” Khai screamed in a panic.

“And yet, we’re aroused,” Zamasu murmured. “Not even one girl around. How do you explain that?”

“Pink is the color of the gods. It is the godliest of all colors. This is my perfected state!” Goku Black blathered on. “You stand no chance against me, mortal.”

“That’s not true. But let’s assume it is. Fine. I give up.”

“What?! You do?”

“That’s right. You aren’t stronger than me because everyone who appears in later sagas is stronger than those who appear in earlier sagas,” Toppo explained, rubbing his mustache pleasurably. “But let’s assume that power creep has not occured in this single instance. Even if it hasn’t, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not the one you’re going to fight.”

“Is that so?” Black grinned. “That Supreme Kai stands even less of a chance…”

“I wasn’t talking about him.”

“Then who were you talking about?!” Zamasu screamed, rubbing his head as he stood up after such a long time from lying at the bottom of the Kaiju Tree for no reason.

“Jiren!!” Toppo declared, flashing his eyes to the left and dabbing again. This spectacle was dramatic enough to give a weeb goosebumps.

Suddenly, descending from the sky, enshrouded in a red pillar of light, a tall, buff grey alien appeared.

“Another mortal! What a shame. You have defiled this place again!”

“This mortal is stronger than any God of Destruction,” Toppo scoffed, folding his arms. “Somehow I doubt you are too.”

“Wh-what…? Impossible!” Black’s eyes had become large, and his face had become more doubtful in a heartbeat. Even though he was pink and pretty and shiny, there was a hint of reservation now upon his godly face, soiling its imperial grace. “Impossible. You’re lying. It cannot be. I am a god! No mortal can surpass me.”

“You don’t look like a god. You look like some random mortal, and a dumb one at that. Probably a farmer or something.”

“My body may be mortal, but I am Zamasu!” Black roared.

“But he’s Zamasu!” Khai interjected, pointing at the real Zamasu. “Zamasu, CC that liar! CC him already! What are you waiting for?!”

“We’re both Zamasu,” Zamasu smirked, raising his hand to show them his Time Ring. “And before destroying them, I used the Super Dragon Balls to become truly immortal, as any god should be.”

Black likewise showed them his Time Ring. “And I used the Super Dragon Balls to wish for this body… the body of the strongest warrior in the universe. That’s not you,” he spat at Jiren. “That man was named Son Goku–a stupid idiot of a man who wielded more power than he should have for a mortal. Now I shall use his power to end all of you!”

“Owari da,” Jiren grunted, unimpressed. He folded his arms.

“Jiren, kill them!” Toppo cried. “I’ll protect Khai!”

“Arrogant mortal! You think you can take us on at the same time?!”

Khai rubbed his hands together lustily. “Jiren has done a lot of pushups. He drinks so much space milk, I’m surprised he doesn’t throw up more often. Nobody can defeat him! He’s the best!”

“Disgusting blasphemy,” Goku Black whispered, stepping up to fight. Zamasu was at his side again. “Witness perfection now.”

Together, they began to pummel Jiren with streams of ki blasts, pink and purple.

An explosion erupted around Jiren’s body. From the smoke, he slowly walked out, batting aside a few of the blasts, but otherwise dodging most of them so fast that it looked like they were simply going through him.

“Wh-what…? Impossible! No way! This can’t be happening! He’s just a mortal!”

Zamasu flung himself at Jiren, chopping and kicking. The grey alien caught him by the ankle, flipped him over, and threw him to the ground, where he became half-buried in the sacred dirt like an overripe vegetable.

Goku Black grimaced, throwing himself at Jiren, creating a ki blade again. As he swung, Jiren casually dodged. A tiny, finger-sized ki ball was all it took to destroy Black’s blade. The force of the explosion sent him flying back, his godly aura covered in red flames, evaporating like water.

“I cannot lose! I am a god! You are nothing! You are only a mortal!!” he shrieked madly, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Entirely unhinged, the pink-haired god flew at Jiren again with a flying punch. Jiren blocked it easily. As he did, Goku Black shot a yellow homing blast up into the air, which came down around behind his foe. But Jiren was too aware for such a simple trick to hurt him. Spinning, he kicked the blast into the sky, where it exploded in a brilliant flash of light. Recoiling, Black slid back across the grass, gathering up all of his energy into his fist. The dark pink energy swirling around his fist began to smoke and dance with lightning.

“If we fused, you would be no match for us!” Black shouted. “How about it?! See what happens when we fuse… see if you can keep up!”

“No,” Jiren whispered. “It’s over.”

His speed, and the force with which he had blocked Black’s attacks were too much. Even someone as prideful as Zamasu could understand this. But still, he would not back down. He could not flee. He was no coward. He was right; he was justice–he was a god. It was his right to defeat this mortal. There was no way a mere mortal being should be able to beat him in his perfected Super Saiyan Rosé state. The thought of that was too much to bear.

Bellowing at the top of his lungs, Black threw himself at Jiren, his punch containing all of his power. It was time to end this–he agreed with Jiren about that, at least.

Thicc Muscleboi caught Goku Black’s punch easily, twisting his wrist back, snapping it. Black cried out in a roar of pain, pulling himself free of Jiren’s grip. Cradling his broken wrist, breathing hard, he looked up just in time to witness Jiren lunging at him, his left fist pulled back sharply.

“I will purge all mortals from exis–”

Jiren’s fist connected with Black’s cheek. A colorless explosion rocked the Sacred World of the Kai. Silence resumed. Choking on his pride, the false Saiyan stumbled back two steps, raised his palm to his cheek, gasped, and exploded into a pile of wet, bloody meat.

Zamasu had harvested himself in this time. Shaking the dirt from his mohawk, he gasped just as Black had. “Y-you… how could you…?!”

Jiren punched him in the chest, sending him flying a mile into the sky. A minute later, Zamasu fell back to the ground, landing in a deep crater. Shaking though he was, he was entirely undamaged. Trying to speak again, he got to his feet only to be punted into the air by one of Jiren’s chicken leg kicks. Again he flew and landed in a crater, entirely unphased.

“He’s immortal, Jiren,” Toppo muttered. “You can’t kill him.”

“I-I… I am a god… I will purge the universe of mortal filth…! I will…”

Jiren kneed Zamasu in the scrote. It would have hurt if Kais had anything down there, but they were the weirdest creatures in the universe, as they grew as fruit from trees, and perhaps that explains how we even got to this point. It’s a wonder Shin can tie his shoes even. The fact that Khai knows how to use hair gel is almost as impressive, to be fair.

After three or four more deep punches, Zamasu tried to end Jiren with a sudden finger beam, but that was batted aside with the least bit of effort. Jiren grabbed Zamasu by the neck, pulled his Time Ring off his finger, and tossed it to Khai, who, deciding this ring was an incredibly stylish item, put it on his middle finger and felt oh so pretty from that day forward.

Jiren tried to choke a bitch out for about ten minutes, but Zamasu apparently didn’t need to breathe anymore, so that didn’t work either.

“He’s entirely immortal,” said Khai, while Jiren continued to hold Zamasu by the throat. “What are we going to do with him?”

“He destroyed the Super Dragon Balls as well,” Toppo muttered, running a pearl comb through his mustache effeminately, making sure not a single follicle was positioned out of place. “We have no way to reverse that, it seems.”

“Hmph,” Jiren said, because he’s not one to reveal his personality. He’s definitely a one dimensional character, isn’t he?

“We could seal him away,” Khai offered.

“Why not throw him into a black hole?” Toppo offered. “Not even you could escape from one of those, Jiren.”

“Professor Hsieh of Smogon University disagrees with that assessment, alas. Don’t you remember, Toppo? Jiren’s OP as heck. He beats everything.”

“Not immortal little fruitborn twinks like Zamasu,” Toppo retorted.

“Hmph.”

While holding Zamasu up by the throat, Jiren raised his power to 5% and gut punched the Supreme Kai six times in rapid succession. Though he cried out in muffled screams and felt every blow in its entirety, Zamasu simply would not die.

“Jiren, that won’t work.”

“Fine. I have another idea. Toppo, get me my kit.”

“Jiren… do you mean…?”

“Ayy lmao,” Khai sang tunelessly, smiling toothily, making peace signs with both hands in an obnoxious display. It made everyone else cringe, but it’s not like they could stop him from acting like that. If they had wanted to murder that fruitbitch, they would have allowed Black and Zamasu to do it for them.

“Yes.”

Quickly, Toppo ran home and found Jiren’s lunchbox. Returning, he handed it to the man, opening it for him like some servant or cabin boy who actually liked the feeling of being made into a woman on occasion.

Jiren chose an especially fat space blunt for this task. He tried to light it with one hand, but only managed to burn his thumb nail when he tried. He never screamed or cried or even grunted in pain when he burned himself badly, because that would be unmanly, and a real man does not ever show the world that he is in pain. After all, to be a real man, one must be absolute with power, to be an agent of justice, to exude truth with every purified action.

“Justice is absolute,” Jiren told Zamasu, whose face had turned a dark shade of green from being choked for so long. He squirmed all the same, kicking his wee little Supreme Kai legs to either side as his foe held him up above the ground. “Strength is justice! Witness my strength!”

Toppo finally lit his blunt. Jiren inhaled deeply for more than fifteen seconds. He was surely a pro to be able to take such a hit and not cough. After he was done, letting the smoke swirl around in his lungs for a good long while, the grey alien exhaled three dozen smoke rings into Zamasu’s face for no other reason than to be a jerk, because that’s who Jiren was.

Jiren’s eyes were large and black. They were marvelously expressive, and one time a girl told him he had beautiful, gorgeous eyes, and it made him feel weird, but not in an erotic way. Now his eyes were turning red and bloodshot on account of him blazing it up real good.

Now blazed to HFIL (Jiren was, ironically, an extreme lightweight), he boldly commanded, “Open, Dead Zone, ye hidden realm of true filler!” At once, a crack in reality cut through the sky. It began to suck in the air around it, glowing like a fairy’s wound. “You will live in there with Garlic Jr. for the rest of time, and you better not have sex with him, but if you do, never be the bottom, for it’s only homosexual to receive the D, not to give it.”

“But Jiren, if you get hard, doesn’t that mean you’re the gay one, since getting hard is an absolute sign of arousal?”

“Nonsense, erections are not a sign of arousal whatsoever,” Khai said helpfully, “and if you watch gay porn, you are still 100% straight. I got this sweet knowledge off Space Yahoo Answers, so I know it’s true!”

“Owari da!” Jiren muttered. “I much desire to blaze it again, to do one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and then run ten kilometers… all without an air conditioner!”

“Oh my Supreme Kai, Jiren!” Toppo clapped his hands proudly, his mustache twitching (a real character-building moment if you ask me). “You are an inspiration for us all!”

“I cannot lose this space joint…!” Jiren screamed, throwing Zamasu into the crack in space-time and snatching the blunt from Toppo’s fingertips again, inhaling deeply.

When he exhaled, all Jiren could see were masses of mist and geometric shapes and multi-colored glue bleeding together. He didn’t have to think even a little bit about that motherfucker who had killed his parents, his master, and some of his friends. That was the best part, even better than getting so thicc in the arms, shoulders, and chest that he could no longer reach around to wipe his own ass.


Endnotes[]

  1. The name of this story references Goku Black's inane idea to destroy the Super Dragon Balls after letting Zamasu wish for immortality and not doing so himself. Seriously, they had the time rings. They could've immediately jumped one year forward and gotten him immortality too. It doesn't make any sense. Of course, he mentions it's for the zenkais in the saga, but that's logically unsound. Immortal people can train. He could've still gotten stronger and been immortal.
  2. There are some things that don't make any sense when analyzed deeply. Naming a Supreme Kai "Khai" is not one of them. That doesn't make sense from a cursory glance. What was Toriyama thinking? Even in Japanese, his name is pronounced the same as his species. It's weird things like this that make me think Toriyama isn't human. It's like a glitch in the matrix. That's not something people do. Even in parody, it's not something you'd dream of doing for fear of it being such a bad joke.
  3. It would make no sense for Supreme Kais to have sexual urges, considering, you know, they grow from trees. The males and females don't procreate. Old Kai needed to be a Roshi recolor for the jokes tho, so why bother adhering to your own made-up biology for the species, Toriyama? Gotta throw in a cheap joke you've already made a thousand times before to pad out those twenty minutes per episode.
  4. Dabbing has always been cringe.
  5. Toppo knew the tea had poison in it because his mustache had just been trimmed.
  6. One of the glorious coincidences of this story was that so many mortals would have to involved, which would no doubt disgust Zamasu more than seeing a vagina. It's such an unreasonable phobia to have, like that girl on Maury who was afraid of cotton balls.
  7. Goku Black is playing with the Iron Skull on because he didn't wish for immortality.
  8. Khai gets facial'd with the gooey innards of unborn Supreme Kais, which I'd wager is one of the more wholesome jokes in the story.
  9. "his face wet and sticky and so very handsome now" - I'm sure TUN did not appreciate this comment about his goo fetish. With that said, he should consult Poe's Law.
  10. Sort of a Hancock theme to open the second section.
  11. The characters who go on long diatribes about Jiren were based on some people from the Dragon Ball Fanon Discord who did not like Jiren. I parodied them here. This is not to say I disagree with them or agree with them. The parodies are more so about their arrogance than their opinions.
  12. I am convinced that TUN in his narcissism thought that Loagey was him. Hit a little too close to home, didn't it?
  13. Xantha represents what is essentially a plague of people who call themselves fans of DB. The thing is, eventually they'll grow up and realize how cringe they are, and by that time, the next generation of cringe hominids will have arrived, so the cringe never truly disappears.
  14. The last sentence of the second section emphasizes how nothing will ever change in the DB community. We have the worst subreddit of any major anime, too. It's all "oh look at what I bought" or "oh look at what I drew". Pure, unadulterated narcissism. And this extends to the admittedly rare analyses of the characters and the plots of various sagas. There are very few fans of the series who have any worth to them.
  15. There is no biological explanation for Zamasu's arousal.
  16. Toppo is most certainly stronger than Goku Black at full power, and he wouldn't even need to go into GoD mode to beat the fucker.
  17. CC = counterclaim. There should really be only one Zamasu, but because of the hideous plot of the FTS, somehow Goku Black exists. It doesn't make any sense even after understanding exactly why he exists. It's pure nonsense.
  18. Even fused, Zamasu would have stood no chance against Jiren. I am not sure if he could have technically been killed though, or if he would've turned into infinite Zamasu again. If he did go the infinite Zamasu route, I think the Dead Zone would've still been a solution to the problem.
  19. It didn't feel right to have Goku Black put up much of a fight. Since this isn't the Tournament of Power, there would be no reason for Jiren to hold back. The fight takes less than a minute to resolve.
  20. One of the most unbelievable parts of this story, in my opinion, is that Toppo knew what the Super Dragon Balls could do.
  21. Professor Hsieh of Smogon University is a beloved friend of mine who indeed believes someone of Jiren's calibre (and a good deal of warriors weaker than him) could escape from black holes. I don't agree with that assessment but it's not like either one of us could know for sure who is right.
  22. "Jiren inhaled deeply for more than fifteen seconds. He was surely a pro to be able to take such a hit and not cough." - once, my brother saw our uncle do this. The uncle claims that he never smokes. You could see why we were skeptical of that. You can't just take a 15 second bong hit if you aren't delving into that stuff semi-frequently. If you even take a few months off, you'll cough at a rip half that long.
  23. "one time a girl told him he had beautiful, gorgeous eyes, and it made him feel weird, but not in an erotic way" - true story.
  24. There was never any explanation as to how the Dead Zone was opened in the past, so the way I had Jiren do it seemed appropriate and canon-following.
  25. "“I much desire to blaze it again, to do one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and then run ten kilometers… all without an air conditioner!”" - this is a (what I'd hope to be fairly obvious) reference to One Punch Man.
  26. The last paragraph explains why Jiren blazes, yes, but in truth, that's why we all blaze.

That was a story. It's difficult to rank it in relation to the rest of Vöntun. I found it funny obviously, otherwise I wouldn't have written it. The middle section's analysis of Jiren was perhaps the best part, and the random ending with the weed-induced Dead Zone was a nice, creative twist. I enjoyed killing Goku Black so quickly and easily. Anyways, not sure where I'll rank this in the collection, but it's not a bad story in my opinion. Not the best BYARM, but not the worst.


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The KidVegeta Anthology
1: Were It So Easy2: Ground Up3: So Lonely At The Top4: Dragon Ball Z: In Requiem5: Sixth6: Slaved7: Womanhood8: A Mother's Love9: Derelict10: Dragonball KC11: The Redacted Scenes12: Dragon Ball Z: Cold Vengeance (Original draftFinal draft)13: Spindlerun: The Tale of Yajirobe14: The Anonymous Series15: Speedball16: Second-best17: Strength18: Separator19: Skulk20: Soup21: Scelerat22: Serial23: Slick24: Sovereign25: Dragonball lies in the old hat26: Ode to Dodoria27: Bitterly Bothered Brother28: KidVegeta's Theogony: From Silence to the Greater Kais‎‎29: Dragon Ball Z: The Forgotten (29.1 Prince Vegeta Saga29.2 Outbreak: Paved In Blood29.3 Lauto Saga29.4 Stomping Grounds Saga29.5 Planet Earth Saga29.6 Reunion Saga29.7 Forever Alone29.8 Fulfillment Saga29.9 Characters29.10 Who Are The Forgotten?29.11 Miscellaneous Information)30: Sink to the Bottom31: Bluestreaker32: Lionheart33: From Magic to Monsters34: Tyrant35: Be a Man36: Brave37: Yellow38: Sleep39: Prideful Demons Black40: The Watcher41: The Perfect Lifeform42: Ain't No Hero43: Dragon Ball: The Great War44: Glory45: Monster46: Burning Man47: Bonetown Blues48: Ergo Sum49: Suicide Missionary50: We'll Never Feel Bad Anymore51: Before Creation Comes Destruction52: Midnight City53: A Soundless Dark54: Scourge55: The Ballad of Dango56: Zarbon and Dodoria: A Love Story57: Thank the Eastern Supreme Kai for Girls58: A Shadow on the Wind59: I'm a Candy Man60: Down the Well-Worn Road61: Cool Cat62: Starfall63: Crushing Blue64: Black Dawn65: The Great Sushi-Eating Contest66: The Adventures of Beerus and Whis...IN SPACE!‎‎67: The Guacamole Boys Hit the Town‎‎68: Fin69: Nowhere to Go70: Not So Far71: Ice Age Coming72: Small73: Shame74: Untouchable75: A Demon Tale: Running Gags and Memes: The Movie76: Superior77: He's a Baaad Man78: Sandboys79: This is a contest story 80: A Space Christmas Story81: The One Where Bulma Goes Looking For Goku's Dragon Balls82: The Ginyu Force Chronicles83: Country Matters84: Chasing Oblivion85: Bardock's Some Hot Space Garbage and You're a Cuck86: The Story Without Any Cursing Except For This One Fuck And It's In The Title or (Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll Except Without Any Of The Sex)87: A Flap of the Wings88: Broccoli Tail89: Black as Blood90: Bi Arm or the One Where Baby is Actually A Rich Man or the Last One Of All the BYARMS91: One Chop Man92: Girl93: Twelve Majestic Lies94: Spaceball95: The Monster and the Maiden96: Mountain Bird97: A Quest for Booty98: Yaki the Yardrat's lecherous crime cartel, can Jaco and Strabbary stop it?99: Across the Universe100: His Majesty's Pet101: Destroyer of Universes102: The One with Several No Good Rotten Space Vermin103: The Scouring of Paradise104: To Kill a God-Emperor105: Extragalactic Containment Protocol106: Appetent Justice107: The Naptime Championships108: Really Big Scary Monsters109: Old Nishi110: He Needs Some Space Milk111: Filthy Monkeys112: The Mortal Flaw113: Leap114: Dyspo Sucks115: The Royal Exception116: Mushin117: Doctor Piggyboy118: The Space Taco Bandit119: The Big Book of Very Important Things (119.1: Why the supreme kai thinks there are only 28 planets in the universe by kidvegeta, esquire119.2: The raisin why supreme kai thinks theres only 28 planets119.3: Supreme kai why do you think there are only 28 planets pls respond119.4: Vegeta: The Tale of Chiaotzu119:5. Sweet Nothings About Cuber by KidVegeta and Destructivedisk119.6: ☉‿⊙119.7: The Part Where He Actually Blows Himself119.8: The truefacts tht hhyperzerling ssahhy119.9: Dragon Ball Supper119.10: A list of people yamcha's been intimate with)120: Memories of a Bloodless Thrall121: Lights of Zalama122: The Deathless Scraps123: Time-Eater124: Dragon Ball: The Mrovian Series: Hidden Memories of Chaiva125: Nineteen Assassins126: Welcome to Rapture127: Bean Daddy128: Zeta Male129: One Word From The Crane130: The Big Ugly131: The Legend of Upa132: Trickster is Meaningless133: Three Foolish Monkeys134: Killing General Copper135: One of Them136: The Swindler137: Softpetal138: How To Act Like a Professional Mercenary139: Insatiable140: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization141: Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon142: The Last Saiyan (141.1 Skyscrapers/Cloudchasers142.2 Roshi142.3 Edge Of The World142.4 Hail to the Thief142.5 Long Road Home)143: Community Roleplays (143.1 Dragon Ball: Future Imperfect (2nd Saga)143.2 No Way Out143.3 Vacation143.4 Cool Runnings143.5 What Role Will You Play?)144: Deleted Stories (144.1 Dragon Ball: Short Story Project)145: Final Thoughts
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