Vegeta and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day
My clothes shrunk when they were washed,
The Anti Gravity machine was broke,
Bulma's breakfast sucked ass,
My death nearly came when I choked,
No one better get near me,
This morning started off pretty gay,
I had a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Baby Trunks wouldn't stop crying,
Too bad it didn't have a mute button,
I had to feed the damn thing,
But all we had was mutton.
So off to the store with the crying little brat,
Me in the Chevy but got stuck in the traffic.
"Aww hell with this," I snapped and I amusingly shout.
As I tore off the roof and shot up and out.
Trunks continued to cry, my eardrums nearly burst,
I had that bad feeling that this evening will eventually get worse.
I knew I would get fined for leaving my truck there all day,
Bulma will bitch about the 50 I will pay,
I'll probably sleep on the couch, from April till May,
This is such a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
When I got to the store,
I must've picked the wrong time.
There was a special on Cheez Whiz which created many long lines,
Then a geek with glasses wearing a dragon ball shirt,
Came running towards I,
That little jerk.
"Mr. Vegeta, sir," he cried.
"I loved all your fights."
"Will you sign my picture,
So I can show it off on my site?"
I widen my eyes and nearly lost my breakfast,
A twist and shout,
He had a hole the size of Texas.
"A stupid move on my part," I muttered and said.
As I stood over the remains of a fan boy now dead.
The force woke up Trunks,
Damn.Those sleeping pills didn't work.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO HIM, YOU SAIYAN JERK!!!
I heard the voice, that was nearby the shelves of pork. I laid my hand on my chin. I had a feeling who lurked.
"ALL HE DID WAS CREATE A SITE, DEDICATED ONLY TO YOU,
YOU HAD TO BLOW HIM UP!!! YOU HAD TO BE CRUEL!!!
You should be ashamed of yourself, and maybe act more like Goku,
His kidneys are probably floating between Saturn and Pluto,"
I turned my head, and not to my surprise,
There stood Goku's woman holding a frozen pizza and rice.
So there I was, as I listen to her bitch,
Good thing she ain't saiyan,
She'd be a SSJ6.
Trunks was feeling wet.
So I had to silence the earth woman up,
So I grabbed out some duct tape,
and sealed her mouth shut.
Off to the bathroom to clean the toxic mess,
While I leave, little Chichi, hog-tied in her dress.
After grabbing a few dozen Gerbers,
enough for two days,
I went back home for supper,
I was two hours late.
Hopefully she left something for me to eat on a plate.
Walking inside, and through the door,
To see the leftovers dissolving through table and floor.
"The Great Prince of Saiyans,
Forced to eat this crap?"
My horrible day has caused my anger to snap.
I went Super Saiyan, my hair turned blond,
My temper was boiling while Trunks gasped in awe.
Suddenly I had a craving for something from Mickey-dees,
At least it taste like food with twice the calories.
"WOMAN, COME DOWN HERE!!! I DEMAND SOME BIG MACS!!!"
AND THERE BETTER NOT BE NO ONIONS, NO LETTUCE, NO PICKLES AT THAT!!!"
And so ends another day, at the Vegeta estate.
Watching bad FUNimation episodes as the sky grew dark and late,
After chowing down my food, and placing Trunks to bed,
I took thirty Advils for the aching in my god-throbbing head,
The evening wasn't that bad, Hell, its Saturday!!
Off to the bedroom and there I got laid,
But tomorrow will be the same,
What can I say?
It will be just another terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.