BoBoBo-Bo Bo-BoBo: The sacred fist of the Fanfic

The Bo-gining of the End

Ok here's where we should've started. Just ignore that intense battle that hooked you as a reader and now let's get to the boring stuff.

*Ahem*

Ever since BoBoBo was a child he had the strange ability to hear the voices of hair. He learned that hair is alive and has thoughts and feelings just like people. This ability bothered him greatly, it may have even driven him insane (which would explain a lot). Even after being constantly insulted by his own dew he learned to love hair from a stylist who could also hear the voices. He learned all about hair, how it works, and how to take care of it. He lived with his father, oh what a heroic soul, he was a ball of hair himself, and this made him a prime target for the Hair Hunt troop. Evil King Baldy-Bald's Hair Hunt Troopers use their special martial arts to shave people and make everyone hairless. They took the hair of entire villages at a time and struck fear into the hearts of many. Once they stormed BoBoBo's childhood home, and being the best dad he could be, BoBoBo's father....... completely sold out his son to the Hair Hunt Troop to save his greedy self.... And BoBoBo's only regret is that he never got to thank him. After several run-ins with the hair hunt troopers as a child he eventually decided he must put a stop to all this unjust shaving.

For years BoBoBo trained his body, mind, and follicles intensely to rebel and fight back. Learning in the Sacred ways of old, he mastered "The Fist of the Nose Hair." Using his nasal weaponry he began the ultimate battle to thwart King Baldy bald and his Hair Hunt Troop. Without spoiling anything he's here in space now, "invading" planets out of pure curiosity, and that's all that matters.

This quest led him to a floating motel in the galactic-ghetto of space France. (It also led him to nudist colony butt that's a whole other story). Here he chowed down on what was left in the fridge, turned on an exercise video, and promptly and passed out.... Conveniently in pajamas.

All caught up? Good. Back to this pathetic excuse for a plot.