NINETHOUSAND: the poem

(stolen and modified from "unenyclopydia")

Now this is a story all about how

My scouter said a power level Over Nine Thou

And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became on deviant art just last year.

On Planet Vegeta, born and raised

On the battlefield is where I spent most of my days

Crashin’ and bashin’ and killin’ all cool

And shootin’ my energy beams at some Tuffel fools

When Frieza and his goons they were up to no good

Started conquering in my neighborhood

He blew up my planet ‘cause he was scared

And said “You gonna work for me!" and I got despaired.

I got shot down to Earth and when I came near

The scouter said Nine with Three Zeroes on the rear!

If anything I’d say this power level’s rare

But I thought “Aw, screw it. Kakarot, to me you can’t compare!”

I looked up at the moon and went all ape,

And he cut off my tail and let me escape,

n' said “Go home, smell ya later.”

Next time I was online, saw I was already there

Posted all over DA, I was saiyan of the year.

 

 

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Found this poem on Vegeta-Always-Wins' Journal Shoutboard and thought to post

it for the rest of the world to enjoy.

go see my good friend on her website!