Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

The Ways of Ruling

A flying car ventured through a busy lane surrounded by ambitious construction projects. Eight months after the civilians returned to shuffle back into the fold of resurrected casualties of the Artificial Human conflict as well as the converted people returned to their ordinary condition. It only took eight months for West City to start dreaming big again. Rise toward the top and look to pierce through the skies.

People never stopped dreaming. Despite the significant lack of skyscrapers to provide a backdrop to their soaring Thursday drives, the citizens drove high and fast. To them, life had returned to its natural tracks. Thus, they didn't ask too much about how it all happened, they didn't second guess the fact that a bunch of people came back to life. A chubby office clerk stepped out of the car and rushed into the diner, bolting right past a pair of chums just chatting about.

"Didn't you used to be a dog?" one of them asked before taking a slurp of their protein smoothie from a strawberry straw.

"Yeah, it stopped being the fad, so I asked Puri & Co to change me into a human-type cyborg," the other casual-looking fellow waved his hand before pinching a handful of fries with his index and middle fingers and stuffing them into his mouth.

"There aren't many animal-type people around these days... Pretty much everyone must've also gone for becoming human-type cyborgs, I guess..." the first client of the diner observed.

"Yeah, I was worried that when I get transformed back by the magical wish-granting dragon, he'd turn me back into an animal-type again. That's why I didn't want to get reverted at first. But then I kind of missed junk food, so I just paid Capsule Corps to de-convert me. I'm not sure how much that magical dragon charged people, but I guess I got suckered..." the second one sighed and found a seat to place his large serving of Capsule Fries on.

"Oh yeah... I heard Capsule Corps is doing those surgeries these days! How'd it go...?" the first one found his seat alongside his friend, shuffling into the fold of a bustling diner crowd while the chubby office clerk approached the counter where an oversized man in a fast-food joint uniform that was barely holding on to someone his size was poking and prodding the cash register.

"Welcome to Capsule Burger, we'll cook it up and get it laid in between your buns with a Hoi-Poi toy on top..." the muscle-bound goliath appeared to be in physical pain from having to chant the jingle with the amount of cheer that's been demanded of him.

"I'd like an Almond Salad Special, just a warning though, I'm terribly allergic to greases such as animal fat or oil of any kind," the chubby office worker pointed with his index finger at the poster offering a discount on the Almond Salad Special.

"Why would you say such a thing if you know I will disembowel you?" the bulky alien leaned his balding head to the right while stroking his strand-thin fu-manchu-style mustache.

"Is there a problem...?" the office clerk stepped back a few steps.

"The Almond Salad Special includes almond oil, olive oil, the Hoi-Poi Sauce that's essentially Earthling mayonnaise with herbs and spices, and, in case you have short-sightedness which is alarmingly common amongst meek, fat Earthlings, this is a respectable burger joint, so every corner and every utensil and every product, whether or not we like it, is soaked in burger juice!" the Saiyan slammed his hands on the counter, crushing the cashier under his iron slap like a stack of toothpicks under falling rocks. Seeing the counter crumble before his very eyes, the Saiyan stepped over the wreckage to creep up on the Earthling that made him lose his cool while punching his open palm and grinding his teeth.

Before the oversized Saiyan fast-food worker could squeeze the office clerk into a thin thread-like a tube of toothpaste and tie his remains up into a pretty little knot, he realized that a blast of fresh air was flushing over his face. While the suddenness of the motion shocked the burly extraterrestrial warrior, the tunneling gale of wind made his swelling, wrathful expression smoothen up and pacify into a face of nothing but mere curiosity.