From that night on, he didn’t just watch Dragon Ball Z . He measured every episode against the mythical number —the exact length of a legend.

Leo sighed. “So if I tell Mom ‘291 episodes, each 23 minutes,’ that’s… about 111 hours.”

Just then, Leo’s mom called from downstairs: “Leo! No screens after nine!”

Leo smiled, closed his tablet, and whispered to the empty room: “Challenge accepted.”

“I’m the Keeper of Canonical Counts. You seek the episode total for Dragon Ball Z . But beware—this number is a trickier foe than any Saiyan.”

“But!” The Kai raised a tiny hand. “The international version—the one your parents watched on Toonami—split the Garlic Jr. Saga and other filler differently. Still 291, but episode titles shuffled like scouters before a fight.”

Instantly, the screen glowed brighter. A capsule-shaped icon appeared, spinning like a Dragon Ball radar. Then, with a soft pop , a miniature version of the Supreme Kai materialized on Leo’s desk, floating cross-legged.

The Supreme Kai snapped his fingers. Holographic numbers swirled in the air.