Susan JessicaLet’s talk about the time I tried to become a Super Saiyan. Yeah, you heard me right. No, not like in Dragon Ball Z, where you scream and magically go Super Saiyan with golden hair and the power to blow up planets. I tried, but… let’s just say the transformation wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. Instead of conquering worlds and achieving god-like strength, I ended up with sore muscles, a bruised ego, and a lot of “why did I think this was a good idea?” moments.
The First Step: The Dream
I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of becoming a Super Saiyan. It’s not just the transformation itself—it’s everything that comes with it. The power. The energy. The bright golden aura. It’s pure anime magic. Growing up, I watched Goku and the gang do it like it was nothing. One minute they’re getting pounded into the ground, the next they’re standing tall, surrounded by a golden glow, and ready to take on the universe. Simple, right?
But I was wrong. Oh, how wrong I was.
My “Super Saiyan” Workout Plan
Fast forward to me, several years later, gung-ho and ready to “unlock my true potential” (thank you, motivational YouTube videos). I was going to train like a Saiyan, hit the gym like I was Goku on a rampage, and maybe—just maybe—see some shiny golden hair sprout up. I made a workout plan that I thought was foolproof:
- Weightlifting: Because Super Saiyans are strong, duh.
- HIIT: If I was gonna transform, I needed stamina. A ton of it.
- Cardio: No way was I getting out of breath after three rounds of sparring. Goku would never.
- Flexibility: Ok, I’ll admit it. I didn’t want to pull a muscle when I went Super Saiyan. That’d be embarrassing.
Anyway, it sounded good on paper, right? Yeah, about that…
The Reality Check
A few weeks into my new “Super Saiyan workout,” reality hit me like a ton of bricks. The gym sessions? Brutal. My body felt like it was about to give up after each workout. But I kept pushing through, thinking today’s the day. By the time I hit week three, I looked like a sweaty noodle with less motivation than a sloth on a lazy day. My body wasn’t transforming into anything. Instead, I was just… tired. All the time.
Rain. Sweat. A protein shake that tasted like chalk. That’s how my workout disaster began.
Diet and Supplements—Or, “I Did Way Too Much Research”
Okay, so maybe my workouts were half-baked. But that’s fine. The real secret was nutrition, right? I Googled everything. What do Saiyans eat to stay buff? I imagined they didn’t go for the typical protein powder and kale smoothies. No, they probably ate like beasts, downing raw meat and charging into battle. So, naturally, I crammed my diet with all sorts of stuff that was supposed to help me “transform”:
- Protein: I shoveled chicken, beef, eggs, and tofu into my face like I was trying to bulk up for the next bodybuilding competition.
- Complex carbs: Brown rice, oats, quinoa. Super Saiyan carbs, of course.
- Healthy fats: Avocados. Olive oil. I was basically one big avocado.
- Supplements: Creatine. BCAAs. Some other weird powders. The more, the better, right?
But, yeah, no. Goku wasn’t gulping down protein shakes at 3 a.m. after his training. Spoiler alert: I didn’t unlock anything except indigestion.
The Big Mental Struggle
Eventually, I began to realize that becoming a Super Saiyan wasn’t just about pumping iron and gulping protein shakes—it was a mental thing. I needed the emotional drive to reach that next level. Goku didn’t just get angry and scream for no reason. He tapped into his deepest emotions. He pushed through when things got tough.
Me? Well, I pushed through the exhaustion but didn’t have a planet-destroying cause. Plus, every time I tried to channel my inner rage, I ended up thinking about how bad my Netflix recommendations had become. Not exactly Super Saiyan material.
Fast forward past three failed attempts at using “anger” to power up—each one ended with me angrily searching for more protein bars on Amazon.
Hitting the Wall
Let me set the scene: It’s midnight. I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror, sweaty and exhausted, staring at my reflection like I’m about to unleash a Kamehameha wave. But instead of feeling like a god, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I looked into my eyes and thought, “Who’s that? Is that the Super Saiyan I’ve been working so hard to become?”
The answer was clear: Nope. Nope, nope, nope. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This whole “Super Saiyan” thing wasn’t going to happen. At least, not in the way I imagined. My hair was still brown, I wasn’t glowing, and my arms felt like limp noodles.
So, I did what any self-respecting anime fan would do—I sulked. I whined. I Googled “why am I not a Super Saiyan yet?” No answers, just a bunch of forum posts from other disappointed fans. So, there I was, defeated and very much exhausted.
Lessons Learned
Here’s the kicker: I didn’t fail entirely. Sure, I didn’t turn into a Super Saiyan (big surprise), but I learned a lot. First, I learned that sometimes, the goal is just a little too unrealistic. Like, maybe I can’t just power up and defeat a world-destroying enemy by getting angry.
Key Takeaways
- Pace yourself: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a Super Saiyan transformation. I was doing too much, too fast.
- Mental strength is real: Goku had to grow emotionally to reach that next level. Maybe I didn’t channel my inner rage, but I should have focused more on my mental well-being.
- Rest is way more important than I thought: You can’t run a marathon on no sleep, and I learned that the hard way.
Oh, and I learned this: There’s no magic formula. At least, not the way I thought it worked. The Super Saiyan form, at least for me, will stay firmly in the realm of fiction for now. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe the journey of training and learning was the real “transformation” all along.
