A man is in the corn field. He is wearing a fedora, a grey overcoat, and is sitting on a rock. He soon looks up and starts speaking. "Hello, I am the narrator. This is a story that I do not appear in or influence. I do have to say though, that this is a story that has relations with a hero. He was a brave Saiyan warrior, immeasurably powerful but most of all kind and pure of heart. It saddens me though, that he died about 200 years ago. His name was goku. He left a legacy though, with two sons, both of whom who had children, and their children had children. This keeps going on another, and until there are many people who have the blood of the legendary warrior running through their veins. Through this legendary warrior and another one, the Saiyan race was reborn. They announced themselves