You’re on your third energy drink, grinding through another midnight shift at the gas station, when they walk in. Three of them. Ash-gray tees clinging like second skins, hair spiked with what smells like diesel and defiance. The tallest one’s shirt glows faintly—*“SAIYAN BEAST”* scrawled in crackling kanji. You smirk. *Anime nerds*. Until he slams a mangled GameStop gift card on the counter and says, “Keep the change. You’ll need it for therapy.” By dawn, you’re banned from r/DragonBall for arguing that Goku’s a deadbeat dad. The Saiyan Beast Tee haunts you. You see it on a barista who burns your latte into a perfect *☠️*. On a UPS driver who leaves a package at your door—empty, except for a note: *“FIND US.”* On your Tinder date, whose shirt reads *“SSJ3 WAS OVERRATED”* before she vanishes mid-swipe. You’re losing it. The alley behind your apartment reeks of burnt ozone. A figure steps from the shadows—hoodie, face hidden, tee glowing radioactive gold. “You’re not ready,” she says, voice like a corrupted .mp3. “But the tee is.” She tosses it at your feet. The Bella + Canvas fabric feels like armor. The tag? Stamped with coordinates to a warehouse that Google swears burned down in ‘09. You go. Inside, a dozen figures orbit a flickering CRT playing DBZ on loop. Their tees pulse in sync with Vegeta’s rage. A man in a Legacy Gold Snapback steps forward. “Don Tonzo designed this in a blackout,” he says, tapping the kanji. “Wear it. Train in it. Become it.” You laugh. He doesn’t. The screen explodes into static. When it clears, you’re alone. The tee’s in your hands.
Saiyan Beast Black Tee | Power Unleashed | Tonzobeast Original
- Creator: “Don Tonzo” (alleged). Akira Toriyama’s sleep paralysis demon.
- Material: 4.2 oz Bella + Canvas 3001. Survives Final Flashes and existential crises.
- Fit: Retail-fit purgatory. For those stuck between “meh” and “OVER 9000.”
- Durability: Side-seamed for splits between realities. Pre-shrunk to survive your mom’s “helpful” laundry.
- Colorway: Ash – like your ambitions post-college.