"GET IN THE TRASH, KID!" a bully shouts as he gives Light Turner yet another swirlie. "One day....I'll make you pay!" Light shouts, in a screetchy voice, spitting out toilet water every so often. "Oh yeeeeeaaaaah? Another one of your school shooter fantaasies?" the bully smirks, putting a hand behind his ear as if he didn't hear correctly. "It's...not.." Light sniffles as he suppresses yet another after-swirlie sobbing.
As the bully walks away, Light takes a stroll outside with tears in his eyes. "If I had the power! I'd, I'd, I'd kill them all!".
"You too, huh?"
"Who's there!?" Light shouts.
"It's me. Son Goku."
"Son Goku, I've heard that name before. You're grandpa's dead!"
"Yeah, I'm also a victim of cruel bullying. Some asshole named Texas Battle keeps being a dick to me. All I want to do is ask Chi-Chi for a kiss, but I don't know how?"
"You know," Light says with a malicious look in his eyes. "We can get back at them!"
"Get back?" Goku ponders. "You're not thinking of doing anything illegal now, are you"
"As illegal as murder goes! You've got the body, I've got the brain. Just fire your saiyan powers at everyone. Bullies, criminals, illegal aliens! ALL OF THEM!"
"Cheese and rice, that sounds unhealthy! Hmmmmmm, well I'm down with anything as long as Master Roshi lets me borrow his sportscar!"