Kakarotto's Balls
The World is Bollocks!
Note: A little addition thanks to a "food porn" prompt at LJ's Hentai-contest.
The World is Bollocks!
There was no denying it, the world was conspiring to ruin Prince Vegeta's existence while Kakarotto was off being dead somewhere.
He endured breakfast with Bulma, holding up two fresh brown eggs, asking him if he'd like them boiled or fried.
He suffered playtime with Trunks (or Vegeta-son-of-Vegeta, as he called him), showing his dexterity by juggling two ripe red plums for his Papa.
He withstood Bulma's effusive mother's gift of two hairy russet kiwis, flown all the way from Australia.
He bore the sight of innumerable twinned cherries dangling from every tree in the orchard.
Predictably, it was Gohan, idiot offspring of idiot father, who at last did him in. "Catch!" he yelled, throwing a pair of coconuts his way. As always, he had more strength than he knew and less accuracy.
"Whoops!" cried the boy as Vegeta fell to the ground, clutching his bruised balls and fighting nausea.
Surrounded by his tormentors muttering their concern, when at last he caught his breath, he could only lie there and curse the gods that had reduced his fate to this.