Justin Clein was your average guy. About 5'10 inches. Short black hair and green eyes. Heck even his body build was average. The only thing above average was his sense of self preservation. Heck he wouldn't give his life for anyone. Or so he thought.

  "Hey kid get out of the road," justin screamed.

  The kid in the middle of the road had no reaction at all.

  "Damn it."

  Justin spangler into action as he ran towards the kid. He reached the middle of the road in time to push the kid out the road. WHAM! Death by the great and powerful Truck-sama.

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  "Ugh. God my head hurts."

  "Hello young one."

  "Who are you?"

  "You can call me R. O. B."

  "Stands for really old bastard doesnt it."

  "No jokes. You're dead."

  "Hoh? Is that a threat?"

  "No you are quite dead."

  "For freal?"

  "Yes. You will get a second chance as goku with three wishes."

  "Cool. I want an anime system. I want to be born as soon as goku gets to Kami's lookout for his training before 23rd AMA. I also want the talent of frieza."

  "Very well. Done. Fair thee well."

  Everything blacked out.