Kay! This one is dedicated to LingXiaoyu, cuz she's cool, cool person +
cool song= COOL! I love 'The Nightmare Before Christmas', this is a parody
of Jack's Lament. Also, even though they say he's the prince, his Dad died,
that makes him a king in my book.
Basically, Vegeta is tired of (snicker) being the best (bursts out into laughter) but seriously, this is BEFORE he knew Goku
There are few who live to deny,
At what I do I am the best,
For my talents are renowned far and wide,
When it comes to rapidly raising my powerful ki,
I excel without ever even trying...
With the slightest little effort of my muscular arms,
I have made grown men knocked out for a week,
With the fling of my hand,
I have thrown,
Humongous rocks at least 100 feet,
Yet year after year,
It's the same routine,
And I grow so tired of reigning supreme,
And I, Vegeta, the Saiyan King,
Have grown so tired of this fighting thing...
Oh, somewhere deep inside of this soul,
An emptiness began to grow,
There's something out there,
Far from my home,
A longing that I've never known,
What I lack in height,
I make up for in might,
And I'll K.O. you before you get a chance,
To a guy in Kentucky,
I'm Mister Unlucky,
And I'm known throughout England and France,
And since I am the best,
I can beat up the rest,
When not quite up to expectation,
No alien nor man can fight like I can,
With the fury of my recitations,
But who here would ever understand,
That the Saiyan King with his smirking grin
Would tire of his crown,
If they only understood,
He'd give it all up if he only could,
Oh, there's an empty place in my soul,
That calls out for something unknown,
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears...
Basically, Vegeta is tired of (snicker) being the best (bursts out into laughter) but seriously, this is BEFORE he knew Goku
There are few who live to deny,
At what I do I am the best,
For my talents are renowned far and wide,
When it comes to rapidly raising my powerful ki,
I excel without ever even trying...
With the slightest little effort of my muscular arms,
I have made grown men knocked out for a week,
With the fling of my hand,
I have thrown,
Humongous rocks at least 100 feet,
Yet year after year,
It's the same routine,
And I grow so tired of reigning supreme,
And I, Vegeta, the Saiyan King,
Have grown so tired of this fighting thing...
Oh, somewhere deep inside of this soul,
An emptiness began to grow,
There's something out there,
Far from my home,
A longing that I've never known,
What I lack in height,
I make up for in might,
And I'll K.O. you before you get a chance,
To a guy in Kentucky,
I'm Mister Unlucky,
And I'm known throughout England and France,
And since I am the best,
I can beat up the rest,
When not quite up to expectation,
No alien nor man can fight like I can,
With the fury of my recitations,
But who here would ever understand,
That the Saiyan King with his smirking grin
Would tire of his crown,
If they only understood,
He'd give it all up if he only could,
Oh, there's an empty place in my soul,
That calls out for something unknown,
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears...
