I traveled as a Saiyan with my complete knowledge of "Dragon Ball", thinking that I could complete the game perfectly - save the race, conquer powerful enemies, and end all tragedies in advance.
But I was wrong. The universe has its own icy balance. For every person saved, one person will die due to "karma backlash". I rewrote the fate of Planet Vegeta, but made Namek bear the price; I helped my partners break through easily, but deprived them of the opportunity for nirvana. Power comes with a heavy price tag: Broly's loyalty requires eternal communication, Frieza's truce agreement hides the emperor's cold calculation, and Cell began to ask me about the meaning of existence.
When I lead the earth's warriors beyond their limits, when Krillin touches the divine realm as a mortal, when Goku and Vegeta chase each other on a new road... A bigger shadow quietly emerges. What we face is no longer a specific enemy, but "narrative inevitability" itself - the supreme law that stipulates that stories must be full of regrets.
So, the final battle began. This is no longer to surpass anyone, but to prove that every soul has the right to write its own, perfect legend in an imperfect universe.
"I'm not here to repeat myths." Facing the shadow of the "author," I raised my fists, and behind me stood all the people whose destinies I had changed. "I'm here to prove that we can write our own stories."
