Last night while I was supposed to be doing something productive, I found myself on Google sifting through pages upon pages of Dragon Ball Z pictures and cosplay. Don’t ask me why, because that doesn’t even matter. What does matter, however, is that I have seen the unsee-able; I have seen things that are now burned and etched into my brain.
So, I’ll share one of them with with you. Because I care.
Gaaaaah. I can’t stop staring at…it. Or it can’t stop staring at me. Either way, I refuse to call it Vegeta.
Something is off here. Is it the mouth? The bug eyes? Like, if Vegeta were to fly out of my TV and say “WHADDUP?” is that the face I would be greeted with? I fuckin’ hope not.
Hey, Veggie, nice five-head.
…I miss Dragon Ball Z. That’s where it’s at, man.