King Nikochan: Dr. Slump’s Oddball Royalty from the Trash Heap of Space-Time
An upside-down alien with a trash obsession and a face you can’t forget. We never heard of King Nikochan before, but now we’ll never forget him.
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Who on Earth, or beyond is this furious little monarch? We stumbled upon this oddball years ago during a thrift run, and hat the time, we had no clue who King Nikochan was. Just that he looked like a grumpy alien meatball with antennae and attitude. Turns out, he’s a cult-favorite character from Akira Toriyama’s Dr. Slump, and we’ve been mildly obsessed ever since.
We’ll be posting a proper photo of our collection, but until then, here’s a quick lore drop for fellow curious collectors and Toriyama fans:
🛸 King Nikochan (ニコチャン大王, Nikochan Daiō)
Before Dragon Ball took over the world, Toriyama gave us Dr. Slump. A playground of absurdity, whimsy, and aliens with butts on their heads. King Nikochan rules over the Nikochan-seijin, a hilariously “evil” alien race whose anatomy is a walking punchline:
Buttocks on their heads
Nostrils on their antennae
Ears on their feet
He’s rarely seen without his loyal and clumsy servant, who’s more chaos catalyst than actual help. Their misadventures include entering the Penguin Gran Prix in a baby stroller, because why not?
Voiced by Hiroshi Ōtake in the original and Bin Shimada in the remake, King Nikochan’s legacy lives on in Dragon Ball, where he pops up in comedic cameos. His obsession with collecting “treasures” (read: literal trash) makes him a walking proverb: "One man’s trash is another alien king’s prized possession."
Got a favorite King Nikochan moment? We haven’t watched the full series yet, but his look alone is unforgettable. That face. That fury. That... anatomy. Stay tuned for our collection reveal. It's not that much but it’s delightfully weird.
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