Post by Admin on Jul 13, 2024 18:18:10 GMT
Toriyama-San, you will be missed. By Saiyans, Transformers and Trollans alike.On a rainy, dark day, Goku sat alone in a small, cozy café, the sound of the rain tapping against the window matching the rhythm of his heavy heart. He was hunched over a notebook, trying to write, but the words wouldn't come. His eyes, usually so full of life and energy, were dim with sorrow. He sighed deeply, the weight of the world pressing down on him.
The bell above the door jingled softly as it opened, and in walked two familiar figures—Optimus Prime, the gentle and kind leader of the Autobots, and Orko, the ever-enthusiastic magician from Eternia. They spotted Goku immediately and made their way to his table.
"Hey, Goku," Orko said, his voice full of concern. "What's wrong? You look like you’ve lost your best friend."
Goku looked up, his eyes meeting theirs for a moment before dropping back to his notebook. He sighed again, unable to find the words to explain the void he felt inside.
Optimus placed a large, comforting hand on Goku's shoulder. "We're here for you, Goku. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone."
Goku shook his head, the lump in his throat growing larger. He didn't want to burden them with his grief. But Orko's persistent, caring gaze finally broke through his resolve.
"Please, Goku," Orko pleaded. "Let us in. We care about you."
With a trembling breath, Goku finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Akira Toriyama… he's gone. Our creator… is dead."
Orko's eyes widened in shock, and tears began to well up. "No… no, it can't be," he stammered, the reality of the news hitting him hard. He reached out and grabbed Goku's hand, his own shaking.
Goku couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The grief was too much to bear. He stood abruptly and ran out of the café, the rain quickly soaking through his clothes.
Optimus and Orko exchanged a glance before rushing after him, their own sorrow evident in their eyes.
Outside, the rain fell harder, the world seeming to cry with Goku. He ran blindly through the streets until he stumbled upon a large puddle. In it, he saw his reflection—broken, lost. But as he stared, the image shifted, and he saw the faces of his friends: Vegeta, Bulma, Gohan, Piccolo, and so many others. Each one a creation of Toriyama, each one a piece of his heart.
Goku fell to his knees, the rain mingling with his tears as he wept openly.
Finally, he made his way to Akira Toriyama's grave. He stood there, drenched and shivering, his heart aching with every beat. "Toriyama-san," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Thank you… for everything. For giving me life, for giving me friends, for giving me a purpose."
Optimus and Orko found him there, standing solemnly by the grave. They joined him, their own tears falling freely. Orko sniffled and reached out, placing a hand on Goku's arm.
Goku turned and hugged Optimus tightly, finding some solace in the strength and warmth of his friend. "He created us," Goku said, his voice muffled by Optimus's metal shoulder. "Without him, we wouldn't exist."
Optimus held Goku gently and replied, "There wouldn't be a Toonami without you or Dragon Ball. Your existence has touched countless lives. Toriyama-san's legacy lives on through you."
Later, back at home, Goku sat curled under a blanket with a hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth seeped through him, soothing the ache in his heart. He stared at the TV, the Toonami logo flickering on the screen, but he couldn’t bring himself to watch. Not tonight.
He got up and walked over to the mantelpiece, where a picture of him and all his friends stood proudly. In it, they were joined by Orko and Optimus, all smiling brightly. Goku touched the frame gently, a sad smile on his lips. Tears of joy and sorrow mingled as he remembered the good times and the love they all shared.
He took a deep breath and picked up his pen, returning to his notebook. "Dear Toriyama-san," he began, "You gave us life, love, and a sense of purpose. We'll honor you by living fully and bravely, just as you imagined us. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts."
Goku's hand trembled as he wrote, but his heart felt lighter. He knew that as long as he and his friends remembered and cherished Toriyama's creations, his spirit would never truly be gone. The rain outside began to lighten, the first hints of dawn breaking through the clouds. Goku smiled, a sense of peace washing over him.
He whispered softly, "We'll make you proud, Toriyama-san. Thank you, for everything."
The bell above the door jingled softly as it opened, and in walked two familiar figures—Optimus Prime, the gentle and kind leader of the Autobots, and Orko, the ever-enthusiastic magician from Eternia. They spotted Goku immediately and made their way to his table.
"Hey, Goku," Orko said, his voice full of concern. "What's wrong? You look like you’ve lost your best friend."
Goku looked up, his eyes meeting theirs for a moment before dropping back to his notebook. He sighed again, unable to find the words to explain the void he felt inside.
Optimus placed a large, comforting hand on Goku's shoulder. "We're here for you, Goku. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone."
Goku shook his head, the lump in his throat growing larger. He didn't want to burden them with his grief. But Orko's persistent, caring gaze finally broke through his resolve.
"Please, Goku," Orko pleaded. "Let us in. We care about you."
With a trembling breath, Goku finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Akira Toriyama… he's gone. Our creator… is dead."
Orko's eyes widened in shock, and tears began to well up. "No… no, it can't be," he stammered, the reality of the news hitting him hard. He reached out and grabbed Goku's hand, his own shaking.
Goku couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs. The grief was too much to bear. He stood abruptly and ran out of the café, the rain quickly soaking through his clothes.
Optimus and Orko exchanged a glance before rushing after him, their own sorrow evident in their eyes.
Outside, the rain fell harder, the world seeming to cry with Goku. He ran blindly through the streets until he stumbled upon a large puddle. In it, he saw his reflection—broken, lost. But as he stared, the image shifted, and he saw the faces of his friends: Vegeta, Bulma, Gohan, Piccolo, and so many others. Each one a creation of Toriyama, each one a piece of his heart.
Goku fell to his knees, the rain mingling with his tears as he wept openly.
Finally, he made his way to Akira Toriyama's grave. He stood there, drenched and shivering, his heart aching with every beat. "Toriyama-san," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Thank you… for everything. For giving me life, for giving me friends, for giving me a purpose."
Optimus and Orko found him there, standing solemnly by the grave. They joined him, their own tears falling freely. Orko sniffled and reached out, placing a hand on Goku's arm.
Goku turned and hugged Optimus tightly, finding some solace in the strength and warmth of his friend. "He created us," Goku said, his voice muffled by Optimus's metal shoulder. "Without him, we wouldn't exist."
Optimus held Goku gently and replied, "There wouldn't be a Toonami without you or Dragon Ball. Your existence has touched countless lives. Toriyama-san's legacy lives on through you."
Later, back at home, Goku sat curled under a blanket with a hot chocolate in his hands. The warmth seeped through him, soothing the ache in his heart. He stared at the TV, the Toonami logo flickering on the screen, but he couldn’t bring himself to watch. Not tonight.
He got up and walked over to the mantelpiece, where a picture of him and all his friends stood proudly. In it, they were joined by Orko and Optimus, all smiling brightly. Goku touched the frame gently, a sad smile on his lips. Tears of joy and sorrow mingled as he remembered the good times and the love they all shared.
He took a deep breath and picked up his pen, returning to his notebook. "Dear Toriyama-san," he began, "You gave us life, love, and a sense of purpose. We'll honor you by living fully and bravely, just as you imagined us. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts."
Goku's hand trembled as he wrote, but his heart felt lighter. He knew that as long as he and his friends remembered and cherished Toriyama's creations, his spirit would never truly be gone. The rain outside began to lighten, the first hints of dawn breaking through the clouds. Goku smiled, a sense of peace washing over him.
He whispered softly, "We'll make you proud, Toriyama-san. Thank you, for everything."