He can't. He's dead.

If he could, a lot of things would be wiped off the face of the Earth quite quickly. A lot of craters. Everywhere.

Or he would go travel the universe.

the congress would be a smouldering crater

We were somewhere around Namek on the edge of the desert, when the power levels began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit light-headed; maybe you should fly..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge dragons, all swooping and roaring and diving around the Capsule ship, which was going over nine-thousand miles an hour with the hatch open to King Kai's house. And a voice was screaming: "HOLY JESUS, WHAT ARE THESE GODAMN ANIMALS!??"

Then it was quiet again. Master Roshi had taken his hawaiian shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" He muttered, staring up at the ssun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind" I said. "It's your turn to fly."I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Brown Monkey towards the nearest moon. No point mentioning those dragons, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

>>266742
He'd Turn into Spider Jerusalem.

>>266774 Hunter didn't die, he simply packed a suitcase full of broken glass, made a quick call to Kali and rode a rabid kimodo dragon through a laughing hole in the sky.

>>266800
You must write an entire book like this.

>>267079
Don't encourage me, I may just do it.

>>267120
I will buy five fucking copies.

>>267122
brb, redoing "Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas" as a DBZ saga.

This thread made me cum in my pants. You owe me new pants /baw/. You owe me new pants.

>>267126
Godspeed, you magnificent bastard