https://x.com/dauragon/status/1766012165817881060?s=46&t=pkYRN-wpjTtpdtd5waU7Cw
“I wonder if Toriyama was ever aware of the cataclysmic effect he had on multiple generations of young women by creating Vegeta.”
https://x.com/offkatherine/status/1766135972444389526?s=46&t=pkYRN-wpjTtpdtd5waU7Cw
“Bulma, the spoiled and rich girl, said "I can fix it" and it happened.”
I almost fell out of my chair reading that last part, but I think the replies to the first tweet are pretty interesting, as most of the women I know who like DB really like Vegeta and Trunks, except for one who’s a Fat Buu stan, but those two comments had me gone.
Today I visited my father who is nearly 70 years old, and he said out of the blue with no prompt or relation to previous conversation: "it's a sad day; the guy who made Dragon Ball Z died."
He never seemed to like Dragon Ball Z and when I was a kid he always ribbed on it for characters standing still and talking or charging up their power during supposedly lightning fast, miss-a-heartbeat-and-die level fights. But this comment from him and the "memories" look in his eye made me realize, in hindsight, that he probably enjoyed watching it with me as much or more than I enjoyed it. Because to him, enjoying that with me was an achievement and a miracle, but to me, it was just how life was and I lacked the capacity to imagine it being any different.
Anyway. Love me dad. Love me Dragon Ball. Sad Akiria died but we all die some day. I'm just glad he made what he made and touched my life a bit, to say nothing of countless millions of others.