"Oh it is such a rush! And to think, I was going to wish for Immortality first. But then you came along, with your aura of Death and Despair, your colossal Power! Of course, the Dragonballs on their own couldn't strip everyone, no many of you exceeded the strength imbued upon it's creation. But fortunately, I had it's creator here, ready and not-so-willing to improve them, a little Super kickstart. Give them a little, software patch, so to say. You'd know about that, little Briefs, son of that horrid blue-haired bit-"
You see red for a second, and before you realize it you are putting a fist through Garlic Junior's face. Only to pale when it simply shifts his head slightly, his eyes locked on you.
"-tch. Heh. Precocious Brat!" He punctuates the last word by burying his hand into your stomach.
"Leave my brother alone if you wish to live." You hear the call as a golden-haired Demi-Saiyan lands, within his palms two glowing orbs of Power form "The only, and I do mean sole, person allowed to inflict grievous bodily harm upon his physical or mental form is his twin the half-saiyan half-human monozygotic twin otherwise known as Gohan Theodore Briefs, or colloquially ME. So step away before I render each and every organ you possess into a fragmentary state and proceed to force you to ingest them at the same time AS MY FIST!
