When I was in 4th-5th grade, I lived in a neighborhood full of Dragon Ball fans. After school, we would gather in the park to pretend to be Z Fighters. Of course, someone had to play the villain like Frieza or Cell.
It was fun, even though it felt abstract. I don't know how we played it back then. Halfway through the game, the villain could turn into Goku—or anyone. Or maybe some character from another anime would suddenly make a cameo. Maybe if someone had made a fanfic based on our game back then, it would have been really fun (laughs).
Then, in the middle of 5th grade, I had to move to a new place. There, I was the only Dragon Ball fan. In fact, I was probably the only anime fan (at that time, besides Dragon Ball, Digimon Adventure was also trending). When I pretended to be Goku & unleashed a Kamehameha wave, I was bullied. Since then, I've often been called "the crazy one." That's when I realized how valuable it is to have friends who understand us.
Thanks for the translation. This is a funny story, but also a sad one. I hope they are happy.