Let me set the scene. Planet Namek. A quiet green ball in space that I had already graciously claimed as mine. The Dragon Balls were nearly in my hand, Vegeta was trembling somewhere behind a rock, and everything was going exactly as planned. And then he showed up. That spiky-haired, grinning, barefoot buffoon. Son Goku. He descended like a space janitor ready to clean up the mess, wearing that orange gi like it was superhero armor. I remember it clearly. The air shifted. The temperature felt...