Alright, alright, let me tell ya’ll about this… this “super dee duper saiyan” thing. I ain’t no expert, mind you, but I seen my grandbabies watchin’ them cartoons, and I picked up a thing or two.
What’s this Super Saiyan fuss all about?
So, from what I gather, this “super saiyan” is somethin’ these fellas, these “saiyans” from outer space or somethin’, can do. They get all powered up and their hair turns yellow, sometimes even longer. It’s like when my rooster puffs up his chest, only way more flashy.
I heard tell there’s different kinds, too. Like, regular super saiyan, that’s the first one. Then there’s this “super dee duper saiyan,” I guess that’s what the young’uns call it. Maybe it’s stronger, maybe it just looks cooler, I dunno. Seems like every time they yell and scream a lot, their hair gets longer or a different color.
- First, it’s just plain yellow hair.
- Then it gets all long and flowy, like a girl’s hair after she washes it.
- Sometimes it’s even blue or pink, can ya believe it? Like cotton candy, but fierce!
How do they get all super saiyan-y?
Now, this is where it gets kinda fuzzy. Seems like they gotta get real angry, or real sad, or somethin’. Like, when my prize-winning pumpkin got squashed by a cow, I was pretty upset, but I didn’t turn into no super saiyan. Maybe I ain’t got the right kinda blood for it.
They say somethin’ about “surpassin’ their limits” and havin’ a “calm heart,” but also feelin’ a whole lotta somethin’ at the same time. Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me, but hey, it makes for good watchin’ while I’m knittin’. One fella told me it’s like mixin’ angel and monkey DNA, whatever that means.
Super Saiyan this, Super Saiyan that… Which one’s the best?
My grandkids, they argue all the time about which super saiyan is the strongest. This one’s got more power, that one’s got more speed… Seems like they make up new ones every few months just to keep the fight goin’. I tell ya, it’s more complicated than makin’ a good apple pie.
One time, I saw one of them saiyans with hair so long it almost touched the ground. Looked like he was gonna trip over it, to be honest. Then another one had blue hair and was all glowy. Pretty to look at, but I bet it takes a whole lotta hairspray to keep it lookin’ like that. And don’t even get me started on the ones with pink hair! That just ain’t natural.
There’s even this thing called “false super saiyan.” Sounds like a cheap knockoff to me. Like when you buy a purse at the flea market and the zipper breaks the next day. Apparently, you gotta have the muscles but not the right kinda head-space to be a real super saiyan.
Is this Super Saiyan stuff even useful?
Well, in them cartoons, they use it to fight bad guys and save the world, or the universe, or somethin’. Seems like there’s always a bigger, badder fella just around the corner, so they gotta keep gettin’ stronger and stronger. It’s like when I’m tryin’ to get rid of them darned weeds in my garden; I pull one out, and two more grow back.
But in real life, I don’t see much use for it. Can’t milk a cow faster by turnin’ your hair yellow, and it sure ain’t gonna help me bake a better pie. But I guess it’s fun to watch, and it keeps the young’uns entertained, so I ain’t complainin’ too much.
In the end, it’s just a show.
So, yeah, that’s about all I know about this “super dee duper saiyan” stuff. It’s a lot of yellin’ and flashin’ lights and hair changin’ colors. Maybe there’s some deeper meanin’ to it, but I ain’t smart enough to figure it out. I’m just an old lady who likes her peace and quiet and a good cup of tea. But these shows are better than the soaps my neighbor likes, the soaps are always about people cheatin’ on each other.
I reckon it’s about pushin’ yourself, gettin’ stronger and never givin’ up. Kinda like when I was tryin’ to teach my mule, Bess, to pull the plow. Took a whole lotta patience and a whole lotta carrots, but we got there eventually. Maybe that’s the real lesson of the “super dee duper saiyan” – keep on keepin’ on, even when things get tough.
And if that ain’t a good enough lesson for ya, then I don’t know what is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my biscuits before they burn.
