It was the glory days of the sayian race. King vageta leads his sayians across the galaxy conquering everything in his wake. Conquering planets and other inferior races. And after every conquest they would dine. " TONIGHT MY SAYIAN BROTHERS AND SISTERS WE EAT HARDY!!" king vageta says as the entire hall uproar with cheers.
Everyday they would go out and fight and every night they would feast and stuff their bellies. Accept for king vageta would eat more then his share, after all he is the king. Sometimes he would take others food.
" Young sayian. Give to your king so that he may fight forever." Is what he would say if he wanted someone's plate.
After a while. King vageta would do less and less fighting and more and more eating. One day he was walking the halls and he saw one of his soldiers. " Do you have those reports young sayian?" King vageta asked. " Yes sir, here they are." He hands them over as vageta looks them over the soldier notices something. " Um sir?"
" Yes boy. 'uuurp'" vageta says being kinda gassy. " Are you ok sir? your sweating."
" Mmph I'm fine boy...i- I'm just a little URRRP' fatigued that's all....carry on. " King vageta walks off and the soldier notices king vageta booty was a little bouncy and jiggly.
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