Oh the mightiest prince, proud and bold as they come
With arms always crossed and that scowl of a bum
But today he was twitching, he shuffled, he squirmed
His royal brown burden was ready to squirt

“I NEED that damn toilet!” he yelled through the hall
But the door would not open, no not at all
Locked tight from the inside, it shook with a thud
And out came the giggles of Bulma and Beerus the Stud

“Oh darling,” she cooed “your destruction’s divine”
“Don’t stop what you're doing, that tail whip is fine”
Vegeta turned pale, then purple, then red
As poop knocked with fury, and danced in his head

His pride was in pieces, his guts in revolt
His cheeks clenched together like nuclear bolts
“Get out, you two freaks! I’m about to explode!”
But Bulma just moaned “Oh, I love god mode”

Beerus chuckled and purred “Prince, what’s the rush?”
“Don’t tell me the Saiyan is scared of a flush?”
Then a fart slipped out, loud, wet and obscene
It echoed through Capsule like a war movie scene

“Oh FUCK” cried the Prince, as he clawed at the wall
He clenched and he prayed but that shit would not stall
His boots filled with doom, his pride took a hit
The Great Ape was bested by one monster shit

He collapsed on the floor in a puddle of shame
As Beerus inside just continued his game
The God gave a wink through the keyhole and said
“Looks like I’m the Saiyan who conquers your bed”

And poor Vegeta, once mighty, once grand
Now lay in his filth like a broken old man
For nothing on Earth or in all outer space
Can top losing both pride and your porcelain grace