"Bro, no way! That ending was peak!" shouted Kaito, a 16-year-old self-proclaimed anime connoisseur, clutching his phone as he finished the last fan-made page of Dragon Ball AF.
He'd just binged the entire fan manga in one sitting, wrapped in his Goku blanket, surrounded by empty ramen cups, energy drink cans, and a looming figure of Ultra Instinct Shaggy staring from his shelf like a guardian spirit.
"I swear, if I don't get reincarnated as some OP character after this, I'll riot—"BAM!
He stepped outside for some fresh air—and got isekai'd by none other than Truck-kun, who had apparently taken an interest in otakus who tempt fate.
"Congratulations, you've been chosen for reincarnation. Please enjoy your stay in the Dragon Ball Universe™. No refunds."– Management
Somewhere… not in heaven, not in hell… but somewhere in between.
Xicor stood on a grassy hill, a cool breeze ruffling his silver-white hair. He was 10 years old—again? Or for the first time? Who knows. This afterlife reincarnation logic was more tangled than the Zoldyck family tree.
In front of him floated a swirling, silvery mirror suspended in midair, showing the final moments of the battle between Kid Buu and Vegito.
"Daaamn. Vegito really hit him with the 'I'm not locked in here with you—you're locked in here with ME' energy," Xicor muttered, grinning.
He reached behind his back, unsheathing his glowing Sword of Hope—a blade forged from pure anime plot armor—and with a clean slash, sliced the mirror in two.
"That's enough reruns for today. The plot needs me now," he said, turning toward the camera and winking. "Also, note to self: don't skip leg day in this timeline."
From behind, soft footsteps echoed in the grass.
"Xicor! Time to eat!"
Xicor turned to see Rigor, the son of Vegeta from a different fan timeline, waving casually.
"Alright, alright! Don't start a food war without me!" Xicor called, grinning wildly as he flipped his sword and stuck it into the ground like Cloud Strife for absolutely no reason other than it looked cool.
As they walked back toward their tiny house atop the cliff, Xicor whispered under his breath, "Man, I still can't believe I'm in the Dragon Ball universe. If Goku asks me to spar, I might just rage quit on the spot."
Later that night…
Rigor was snoring like Broly during nap time, while Xicor sat under the stars, legs crossed, talking to himself—or rather, to us.
"You know, being reborn in this body comes with some... weird perks."
He held up his hand and formed a small black ki orb. "I've got Goku's potential, some weird divine ki from my Supreme Kai side, and apparently I'm half-evil? Talk about mixed heritage, huh?"
Suddenly, the orb exploded in his hand.
His expression twisted into a wide, unhinged grin. "Oops~"
"You see that? That's my other side. We don't talk about him unless it's plot relevant—or if the animators get a budget increase."
Xicor's pupils dilated, his voice dropped. "You don't get it. This world—this whole timeline—I'm gonna shatter it like Gohan's character development post-Cell Saga."
Just as suddenly, he blinked, his face returning to his goofy self.
"Ha! Just kidding—unless…?"
The next morning, Xicor stood by a waterfall, training shirtless, of course, because anime rules. Rigor was meditating nearby.
Xicor smirked. "Hey Rigor, if we're the next-gen Z-Fighters, does that make us… the Z+ DLC Pack?"
Rigor just sighed, trying to focus. "You're a clown."
Xicor looked right into the camera."Clown? Bro, I'm the whole circus."
He turned to the water, formed a ki blast, and whispered:"Let's see what this body can really do…"
TO BE CONTINUED...
In the next episode of Dragon Ball AF: Rebirth of Xicor:
Training intensifies!
The plot thickens like Naruto filler!
And Xicor meets a mysterious figure with a scouter who says…
"His cringe level… it's over 9000!"