You ever get high...like...SUPER high? Or maybe completely wasted? And right in the middle of that high, you think to yourself, "I'm gonna write the best story ever, and it's gonna have girls, and I'm gonna be Goku, and I'm gonna fight progressively more ridiculous enemies that keep showing up for no reason, and then I'm gonna enslave and bang all the girls ever! And then, everyone is gonna love me! And then, since I'm out of girls to bang, I'm gonna change the bad guys into girls then bang them too! And then!..."? Then, you sober up, read the horrible garbage you wrote and go, "What the actual fuck was I thinking!"
Well... THIS is that story. Except, somehow, the drunk writer was at a party with a drunk editor AND a drunk publisher, who all somehow agreed this was somehow good enough to be printed. Then, the drunk writer, editor, and publisher continued to get drunk once a month and put out this garbage so people could continue to have a reason to gouge their eyes out. As a service, you know, to people with otherwise good vision. Or something.
At least. That's my theory.