VEGETA POEM
He stands alone,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Has his arms folded,
As the day begins.
His face is stern,
In a constant frown,
He's 5'3"
And his hair is brown.
He is a Sayijin,
From outer space,
No one on earth,
Can take his place.
He is a prince,
Who his people loved,
But this was short lived,
When he saw all there blood.
He hates Friza,
I cannot say why,
He couldn't kill him,
But he gave it a try.
He is an earth fighter,
Strong and true,
You'd better watch out,
He has his eyes on you.
I have to say,
This is very true,
His name is Vegeta,
And he's apart of me and you
Fin