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So Destructivedisk and I originally were planning on writing a sequel to The Ballad of Dango. However, that story turned out too graphic to post on this site (you can see more information about The Ballad of Dango Dango part 2 here), so we wrote this one instead. We didn't know who we should write about so I loaded up Raging Blast 2 and then picked 5 random characters from the character select screen to use. The characters I was given by the random generator were horrific. It was like Dore, Super Saiyan 2 Goku, Super Buu... stuff like that. I did several of these groups of five and I kept getting different forms of Broly and Buu and random SS levels for characters that are impossible to write about (like SS2 Goku). Destructivedisk and I then scrapped this idea and then went over a few characters, making a few personal lists. We eventually settled on Zarbon, I believe. I don't remember how Dodoria got involved. Once they were both involved, the love story idea came to us naturally.

We wrote this on a google document and traded off every few paragraphs like we did with The Ballad of Dango. There was significantly less writing in each other's paragraphs in this one, and each of our sections were longer. DD also contributed more to this story than to Dango, I think.

I remember that my brother stole a bottle of sake I had been planning on drinking before writing this (I think it was this one - it could have been before the writing of Dango part 2, though, since all of these drunken stories kind of blur together), and I was quite angry with him about that. It delayed our writing because I had to go find something else to drink. I eventually found wine, which is of course greatly inferior. I fucking hate wine. I despise alcohol in general. I literally never drink unless I'm writing one of these comedy stories with DD.

We wrote this story starting at 9:11 pm on August 9, 2015. We continued writing until 12:27 am of August 10th and then posted the story on this site once we were done. I remember during the writing process that DD was talking to someone on the phone (I think it was during this story - could have been during one of the other two, though) and he was thus slow to write while he was talking to that person. Also I was writing rather slowly myself because I was playing Gears of War 3 whilst we were doing this. Still, 3 hours for a 4020 word story is pretty fast writing - but we could have written it much faster if we both weren't distracted. I remember not feeling as drunk as I did when we wrote The Ballad of Dango, despite me drinking about an extra half-cup of wine for this story. I don't know why that was, but it made it easier for me not make as many spelling errors. Still, I was very distracted during the writing process; that seems to always occur to me when I'm drunk.

Again, as with my anthology of The Ballad of Dango, I will mostly be commenting on my own contributions to this story. So onto the endnotes!


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The day Dad left Mom, we sold the family business. Call me Uncle Jock for I am the Executioner.

“Popcorn’s hot, join the movies,” the cashier said as he handed them their popcorn.

“You know, Zarbon, I can really never see myself having sex with another girl ever again. Can you believe that? Me? Never again. I’ve had my last sex,” Dodoria declared, unprompted. Zarbon looked at him inquisitively as the cashier handed them their popcorn. Aghast, the cashier stared at them blankly. It seemed like he had just swallowed a salty penny. In embarrassment, Zarbon ushered Dodoria away after paying for their delicious treat.

After the two had fled, Zarbon responded. “Yes, myself as well, Dodoria. I do not foresee myself fornicating with another woman again, as I have done many times in the past. Like, a billion times, at least.” It was a cunning act of misdirection - Zarbon had, deceptively, spoken as eloquently as he could. He had to convince Dodoria that he was heterosexual. There was no other way.

“What will Lord Frieza think?” Dodoria wondered aloud. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and scarfed it down as quickly as he could before burping all over Zarbon. This caused Zarbon to begin to cry and he pulled his bag of popcorn away.

“No how could you Dodoria, my sweetling,” Zarbon the alien screamed. “I must find a new date at once!”

Suddenly, the popcorn exploded in a buttery explosion of butter and a head poked out from the bucket. Dodoria gasped. “It cannot be!” The horror in his voice nearly made him grunt.

“This is my small Chinese child,” Zarbon explained. The boy was probably three or four years old, but he had a long white beard and was smoking an opium pipe. “I call him swag and pepper on account of his hair,” Zarbon explained, pointing at the child’s heroin-streaked ponytail.

Dodoria didn’t know what to say. “I-I… Zarbon!” he wailed. “I must be your date! I have sworn off all women even Frieza himself!”

“Tough luck durian,” Zarbon contended. “Come on, let’s go enjoy the movie.

All nodded. Swag and pepper inhaled his opium pipe deeply and then began to pee in Zarbon’s popcorn bucket.

As they entered the theater, they decided to examine what movie they were actually seeing. It was a Quentin Tarantulatino movie, which filled Zarbon with a sense of exuberant glee. He was an admirer of all things that were fine and swell, and Quentin Tarantulatino’s films were universally regarded as the finest in all the land. He worried, momentarily, if the movie was too violent for his young one. Alas, he remembered that the four year old child was, indeed, smoking a pipe filled up with opium, which was almost as bad as watching a Tarantulatino film. Zarbon’s parenting priorities were sub-par.

Dodoria was equally as pleased. Such was the duality of Tarantulatino’s films - they appealed simultaneously to the high brow taste of Zarbon and to the brutal, bloody sensibilities of Dodoria. He roared in excitement, which resulted in a mouth blast beam erupting from his mouth, destroying much of the theater and several audience members. Yet these audience members were not black, and Dodoria was not a police officer, so it was not really a big deal at all that he had killed them.

Swag and pepper sucked on his opium as if it were a pacifier, which, for all intents and purposes, it was. He blew out smoke rings which was really cool to see.

(Cue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wZg0chf4CQ)

Three midgets were shitting into the mouth of a man who looked like Colonel Sanders. “Philip, fill me up!” the man was squealing in ecstasy as the midgets gave him their fecal souls. Just at that moment, Frieza entered the theater, ready to watch some Tarantulatino goodness. With three Appules tied to leashes, wearing nothing above their foreheads (their foreheads were clothed in the most pristine theater clothes imaginable), the androgynous Arcosian strode into the theater and sat down in a seat just in front of Zarbon and Dodoria. As Frieza often was, he was in his second form, which meant that the good tyrant immediately obscured his two captains from watching the conclusion of One Sanders Three Midgets.

This of course riled up Dodoria quite a bit. He began to huff and puff and might’ve even wet himself a little bit. Zarbon took this opportunity to place the bucket of popcorn on his lap. With a sneak penis beam, he cut a hole in the bottom of the bucket and then placed his wet green mast through the bucket.

“Come here, Dodoria, have some popcorn. It’s salty and good, yes,” Zarbon said, his arms waving in the air like some lunatic. “Please take some quick, quick, quick!”

Even though Dodoria was quite fast to do so, he was not fast enough. “You’re too slow!” Swag and pepper shouted before falling off his seat and throwing up on Zarbon’s shoes.

Indeed, Dodoria was. For when he placed his hand in the popcorn bucket, all he found was some extra Zarbon butter coating the delicate little kernels. “Oh, Zarbon what is this?” Dodoria roared, aghast.

His hand was coated in the slimey green liquid like he was on that one nickolodean show where all they do is spray people with Zarbon semen. Anyway, Zarbon began to blush at this. “I wanted to give my date a secret present from Zarbon himself!” Zarbon mumbled as he brushed his teeth with Swag and pepper’s opium pipe.

“Oh Zarbon, it’s the thought that counts,” Dodoria replied. But this tricky semen maneuver had perturbed the good pink alien greatly, and he didn’t know if he truly wanted to date such a green alien.

He imagined himself receiving a facial from Zarbon, and found himself truly repulsed by the idea. Green and purple were not complimentary colors whatsoever, and he thought that the pattern would look quite distasteful. He imagined what the taglines in the media would read when they leaked their first sextape. Green and purple facial is a definite fashion malfunction! the tabloids would read. Or, perhaps, Zarbon cums on Dodoria’s face! You won’t believe what happens next! The possibilities were endless, and this was terrifying to Dodoria.

“Zarbon, I’m not sure I can allow this to continue. I never realized how green the cum of Tralfamadorians was,” Dodoria exclaimed. “In all the space porn I’ve watch, it was perhaps green-yellow or grass green, but never the toxic sludge green that you just ejaculated upon me.”

This statement threw Zarbon into great hysteria. He had struggled with low self-esteem his entire life. It was a well-known fact that Videoshop was used extensively to lighten the shade of Tralfamadorian ejaculate, but this fact seemed to have eluded Dodoria. It’s like how the dicks in porn are really long but in real life, most people do not have penises that long. But instead of penis length, this was about the hue of Tralfamadorian semen.

Suddenly, the resolution to the problem came forth to Zarbon. “Dodoria, you can’t be serious. Your concern is… adoriable,” he refuted, his deft pun quickly winning Dodoria over. That is all it takes to attract a girl - you simply must give her a nickname and she will be yours forever. Girls love that type of sappy bullshit. And Dodoria was indubitably the girl of this relationship, and Zarbon was clearly the butch. It was an inescapable fact.

Frieza, unfortunately, was perturbed by the constant chatter occurring behind him, and therefore turned around to yell at them. “Will you stop talking?!?!” he snapped, his voice cutting and derisive.

They were barely ten minutes into the movie and there was already a conflict in the audience. This was sure to be one for the ages.

“I tell the world to fuck themselves!”

Frieza pet his Appules on the head and gave them a few scooby snacks for their leal demeanors. Dodoria began to purr. He liked having a nickname, and one so clever was like to make his penis harden like a metapod in summertime.

“Zarbonicals, my love,” Dodoria moaned, giving his fellow captain a nickname of his own. “We should go see a movie together.”

“But we are at a movie!” Zarbon ate a handful of semen-covered popcorn and grimaced.

“No, no, this won’t do. I can’t have Frieza watch us!”

“What are you two up to anyway?” Frieza asked, raising his brow. “You haven’t gone gay on me, have you faggots?”

“No sir, never! Not me! I’m the straightest alien this side of Fastoon!” Zarbon lied. He had gone gay for Frieza the day he’d set foot on that Arcosian’s ship, but no one had to know that except for the readers whom I love the best and Zarbon’s right hand, which had been his best girlfriend throughout this whole ordeal.

“I wanna see SharkNader IV!” Dodoria bellowed suddenly. “This time Ralph Nader strikes back!” This was not to be confused with the much more professional production of Sharknado.

Lo, Ralph Nader struck back just as poorly this time as he did the other six times. Yet he was still a respectable journalist when it came to car crashes, albeit a far less respectable politician. Frieza was initially a supporter of him, until Frieza realized that it was perfectly acceptable for him to support himself as Emperor of the Universe. Ralph Nader’s views on space sustainability were reasonable enough, but his Foreign Universe policies were altogether irrational and idealistic. You simply cannot negotiate with space terrorists.

Nevertheless, SharkNader IV was sure to a box office smash. Rumor had it that there was a scene contained therein in which Nader got belligerently drunk and fell into a door, yet the press had yet to confirm or deny said rumors. Zarbon, however, had no interest in seeing the film. He would have rather picked dingleberries out of his Aunt Frieda’s asshole than seen a stupid fucking movie like that.

The room was becoming saturated with opium smoke, which quickly defused the earlier conflict between Frieza and our beloved protagonists. Instead, the audience lost contact with reality, losing all coordination. Dodoria himself, in his opiate-induced haze, developed a massive space erection which he was unable to control. Zarbon puked on the floor uncontrollably, and Frieza slouched back in his chair and regressed through his forms.

Soon, Frieza was in his true first form. Indeed, the form we all associate with his first form was actually his 32nd form, and he had thirty-one forms below it that were even worse. Many of them simply looked ridiculous, so he chose to remain in his 32nd form at all times. He had tried to convince everyone that it was, in actuality, his first form, but he was just a sore loser.

Anyways, in his actual first form, he just looked like a giant purple and white penis (not unlike John Lennon’s!). Yet the rest of the audience could only imagine that he was gone, with his huge phallic figure obscuring a large part of the movie screen. Many pieces of excrement were obfuscated as they entered Colonel Sander’s mouth, which severely undermined the thematic undertones of the film. Dodoria was outraged at the huge penis in front of him, and stumbled around on opium in an attempt to punish it. Swag and pepper was highly amused.

“You got a high tolerance when your age don’t exist,” Swag and pepper remarked, smugly, for he was easily the least high at the time. Frieza shot white stuff out of his head, but he would later remark that it wasn’t cum, and that it was simply how his body expressed emotion while in his first form.

In the hallway outside the theater, Dodoria met a wispy-looking alien named Dr. Nanny Smothers, PhD in Film Review. The man was a frail little thing, pale-skinned and covered with a bowl-cut crown of brown hair. He rode upon the back of a space lion, and as soon as he saw Dodoria, he dismounted it and allowed it to mount him. The space lion growled, but he came in such quick time that even Hyper Zergling himself would be envious.

“Wel… welcome to movies,” the man insisted, great space lion semen running down his legs like something that runs. “What are we watching today?”

“One Sanders Three Midgets,” Dodoria grumbled. His erection slapped Nanny in the face, causing the old man to fall over and briefly appear to have a stroke. “I didn’t like it anyway.”

“Is that a Space American film?” the man questioned the large pink alien. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s only the most popular film in the entire Planet Trade Organization!”

“I haven’t heard of that… film!” Nanny replied, convulsing and leaking lion semen.

Just then, Zarbon came running out of the theater to meet Dodoria. His penis was erect as well. “Dodoria, Dodoria, wait!”

Seeing this, Nanny Smothers licked his lips. He stood upon a small child he found nearby and then began to preach to the masses. “SharkNader IV… I liked this film. It was a family film, especially since the Nader strikes back,” he said, oblivious to everything going on around him. “It was the number one film in… Space Poland.” The crowd of three or four cashiers who were watching him began to applaud. Tears rolled down their cheeks. “The film was a feature film and…” he began to spasm again, giving a face that looked like Dodoria when he nearly ingested Zarbon’s seed, “featured naked puppets.”

The crowd roared in approval and clapped their hands as fierce as a cook making salami and apricot pancakes.

“I’m a small time and I’m a terrible drunk and that’s all I’ll ever be,” remarked Nanny. He was an important, multi-dimensional character.

Dodoria pulled out his flask of whiskey and offered to share it with Nanny, but Nanny declined. His teddy bear was unhappy with him because he had been drinking too much, He knew that he struggled with his own personal demons inside of him and the best way to cope with them was to not drink at all in the first place. Otherwise, he could collapse under the weight of his own addiction.

Nevertheless, Zarbon was disgusted. “Adodoriable, you can’t drink on the first date. Especially not whiskey. Your breath will smell disgusting when you peck me on the cheeck outside my door tonight. What will my parents think?”

Dodoria responded, “I just won’t take you to your door so that your parents won’t know. That is a simple and totally reasonable solution.”

“Dodoria!” Zarbon responded, furiously. “You and I both know that my parents have made it a rule that you walk me up to my door when you pick me up and when you drop me off. It’s very rude not to do so.”

“Quiet, fools!” Frieza commanded, turning around once more to intimidate them. Somehow, he had gotten out of the theater as well. “I will show you the greatest rage that the universe has ever experienced. Mwahaha!”

Suddenly, a star of invincibility entered the theater. This could only mean one thing - an inevitable cross-over between Dragon Ball and Mario. Zarbon jumped up to intercept the invincibility star, and he suddenly found himself completely invulnerable. Suddenly, he was ready to combat Frieza, in spite of Frieza being the most fierce warrior in the galaxy. It was sure to be one for the ages.

Luigi burst onto the scene. He jumped up and did his forward aerial, which looks like he is slapping the opponent except that he is in the air. He did his neutral aerial thereafter, which is like a big long kick to the other guy. He did his up special move afterwards, which is a shoryuken which makes the other guy catch on fire and fly away.

“Just because you can’t feel pain doesn’t mean I won’t rip you a new asshole, Zarbon,” Frieza warned. Zarbon laughed and patted his belly and before he knew it, Frieza was deep inside his rectum. Frieza’s first form was one giant penis, the perfect weapon for combatting invincible faggots.

“Oh, Frieza!” Zarbon screamed. He began to dance an irish jig as Frieza thrust into Zarbon deeper and deeper.

All of this gave Dodoria a mighty erection; he knew deep inside that he wanted to be deep inside Zarbon. Zarbon was a pretty girl, and that meant he was supposed to be the girl in the relationship. Dodoria didn’t understand why Zarbon wanted to be the one on top, however.

Nanny Smothers found all of this rather amiable. He nibbled on popcorn and convulsed pleasantly. “I like this show…” he said wistfully. “I like you guys… I like this story!” In celebration, Nanny allowed his space lion to mount him again and mimic what Frieza was doing to Zarbon. “Quentin Tarantulatino is the number one director in Space Hong Kong.”

“Twas beauty that killed the beast!” an alien who looked like Cui shouted before running into a glass wall and falling over dead. This casualty was the first of many in this epic story.

“Frieza!!!” Dodoria yelled, channeling his best Bardock. He was a fine actor if he thought so himself. He was quite adoriable. “Frieza!!! Get away from Zarbon!!! That’s my hole you’re in!”

“You insolent fool! Frieza whispered, removing himself from Zarbon’s rectum. “I wanted to cum in there you fat faggot!”

“I’m Dodoria, and Zarbon is my date tonight,” Dodoria responded. “This is the truth, Friezaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

“Are you drunk, Dodoria?!” Frieza’s eyes bulged as precum dripped down his forehead. “Maybe I’ll fuck you too.”

“No, no, no!” Dodoria fell over like a log and began to roll about. Swag and pepper came running over from somewhere and jumped on Dodoria, keeping his balance on the obese alien like one would during a log riding competition. The cashiers began to throw dollar bills at the small Chinese boy for his prowess.

“The summer movies are back with a splash!” Nanny observed. Everyone agreed and laughed merrily, grease running down their chins and into their beards as they devoured buckets of popcorn while watching the above events unfold.

Frieza got up and waddled over to Dodoria. “Prepare yourself, Dodoria. You’ve never felt anything like this,” the penis tyrant said. “You aren’t invincible like Zarbon!”

“No plot armor for you!” the popcorn Nazi agreed. this wasa a lot like a guy who really liked it when a chiaotzu fucked his face inw ith his weird penis thing that was reallly moere akin to a lobster than a penis.

life is a lot like hat. remember this children: nobody gives a fuck wherehte you’re happy or not. the world only cares about turning a profit off of you. they dont want to help you find yourself, or for you to be happy, or for you to find yourself. they just want to profit off of your human capital. such is the core of cpitalism - it is a righteous pity. find yourself now, before its too late. figure out what you love, because the ‘real world’ will never allow you to follow what you love. childhood is literally the only chance you ever have to be happy. the current society encourages people to be unhappy during childhood, unhappy during adolescence, and then finally happy during their college years. inevitably, these years spill over into their early twneties, which is when people really go craxy. conseuqnely, for many people, the twenties are a blue - they spend their twenties drunk, high, and drunk, and high, because that is all they have. the thirities and fourties are hell, the fifties are hell, and during the sixties and beyond you actually wish you were in hell. thusly the late teens and the twenties are the only chance you have ot be happy.

alas, this may be but wishful thinking on my end. perhaps i simply hope that the twenties are a good time, when, in reality, they may simply be as shitty as the rest of my life so far. at least I will be able to purchase alcohol, which will at least make it easier for me to get fuckedup. as is, gettin fucked up is a complicated process. I must find someone to contact, contact him, meet him somewhere, exchange money with him, recieve his product, and then stealthily leave. in the future, I will be able to merely enter the liquor store, leave, and enjoy my day. This is the ultimate goal, and that is the sole reason that I anticipate my twenties happily.

I hope that, in college, I meet somebody who is able to sell marijuana to me and zarbon. Marijuana does great things for Zarbon’s anxiety, and he needs that more often in his life. I’ve never been to a beer party before. We can be a bit raunchy sometimes, but I want to eat pussy, mr. shit cock fucker.

I dislike girls who act like I do. they typically drink and smoke to seem cool or stylish, which is something I frown upon. They want to be a part of the party scene, but they are really just stupid bitches who know nothing and use alcohol as an excuse to cry. One time, my girlfriend took a sleeping pill, and used it as an excuse to start wailing thereafter. It was pathetic. I imagine that Dodoria would do the same thing if he were given the opportunity. Special beam cannon. Kamehameha. Galick Gun. Destructo Disk. Wolf Fang Fist. Kaizo-Ken. Etcetera, etcetetera.

That is the beauty of Dragon Ball. With Dragon Ball, the plate is clean. The canvas is emply. There is essentially no emotional investment in the plot or characters of Dragon Ball, which ultimately means that we can repurpose the characters of Dragon Ball as we see fit. To me, Yamcha is emblematic of alcoholism and depression, and Krillin is symbolic of my attempts to be powerful and important, yet failing. The characters of dragon ball are so blank that anything can be superimposed upon them,, and such is the beauty of Dragon Ball Fanon.

For me (and for KidVegeta too, I presume), Dragon Ball Fanon is a blank slate upon which we can project our own problems and idea. It is therefore invaluable, and in no way insignificant. It is invaluable.

Zarbon came all over Dodoria’s face, confirming his earlier fears that purple and green would form a terrible combination of colors. It was, indded, a terrible juxtaposition of colors.

Dodoria tasted Zarbon’s slime and realized, with a bit of relief, that it tasted like popcorn after all.

“Enjoy the show!” Nanny said, giving the two a thumbs up and winking.

This was the best night of Dodoria’s life. Frieza stood there, gaping at the two, and as he began to feel jealous, he snapped his fingers, and his three naked Appules came scampering over to give the tyrant enough attention. Even swag and pepper came over, riding on one of the Appules like a penis on a horsey. They watched Dodoria and Zarbon stare into each other’s eyes like a pair of wax lovers. “It’s beautiful!” Frieza cried.

“Zarbon, I think I want to go on another date,” Dodoria said, staring at the green alien. “I must get more of this Tralfamadorian juice!”

“That’s great, Dodoria,” Zarbon replied. “But now I’ve cummed, all I want to do is ride off into the sunset with swag and pepper. And also, you are horrible, I hate you.”

And so he did, leaving the one true faggot, Dodoria the fat pink barnacle, to watch as Zarbon and his Chinese boy who looked like an old man rode off into the sunset riding on Frieza’s Appules. It brought a tear to Nanny Smother’s eye. He tried to ride off with them, but when he convulsed and fell over, his space lion took that as his cue to mount Nanny again and fill him with the seed of the king of the space jungle. And that, my friends, is called karma.


Endnotes[edit | edit source]

  1. I named this story. It's a pretty straightforward name.
  2. I made another banner for this story to make it like The Ballad of Dango. The two could part of a comedic one-shot series DD and I write if we ever do more of these. The main thing we would have to do for each one is to get drunk before writing it, come up with a banner, a ridiculous picture at the top, and then have the story itself be very inappropriate. We could do it, I think. DD and I did discuss doing more of these stories; so far, there have been no new ideas, but I do think it's likely we will do at least one more, if not two or three or eight.
  3. The picture itself is a real picture on rule34.paheal.net. DD removed Dodoria's nipples, but everything else is exactly as we found it. I know it looks like something we drew in paint, but it isn't. The real picture can be seen here (warning: NSFW).
  4. The first two sentences were randomly generated from a "starting sentence of a story" generator. I generated the second one; DD generated the first one.
  5. Much of the comedy I wrote in this story is based on this video. This is one of the funniest things Tim and Eric have ever done, and is Bob Odenkirk's greatest acting moment ever. I must've watched this video 10 times in the days before we wrote this story, so the character Nanny Smothers and some of the others reference it extensively. "Popcorn's hot, join the movies" comes from that video, for example.
  6. "“This is my small Chinese child,” Zarbon explained." - I love this line. It wasn't based on anything. In my semi-drunkenness, this joke just came to me.
  7. Swag and pepper's name is a variation of "salt and pepper". Swag and pepper's hair is salt and pepper color, though the "salt" of it is heroin, on account of the great heroin wars that swept through China many years ago. This was an original joke; I didn't base it off of anything.
  8. It was fun to have Dodoria say Frieza is a woman, because there's always been subtle hints in DBZ that Zarbon is in love with Frieza, which would be quite ironic if Frieza was a woman, because Zarbon is pretty much the gayest character ever and Frieza is an ugly crossdresser.
  9. Zarbon calls Dodoria "durian" because that is the fruit Dodoria's name is a pun on.
  10. "All nodded." - this is one of those recurring jokes that I use all the time. It was first seen in The Anonymous Series, I believe.
  11. Swag and pepper peeing in the popcorn is based on the fact that popcorn often smells like pee, and it is also a reference to the tons of peeing seen in The Ballad of Dango.
  12. I'm not sure where "Quentin Tarantulatino" came from but it is one of DD's best jokes in this story. The multi-layeredness of it is pretty rad.
  13. The youtube song cue was added in because Far Cry 4 is an awesome game and I thought it would be funny to show how much of a tyrant Frieza was - making it seem all serious - when he walks in and has three naked Appules on a leash. The contrast between how Frieza wants to be portrayed and how he actually appears is at the heart of that joke.
  14. The Colonel Sanders movie is based on this awful-as-fuck commercial mixed with some "Two Girls One Cup" flavor. This is probably the joke I'm most proud of in the entire story.
  15. Three midgets shitting into Colonel Sanders' mouth is based on a "Cards Against Humanity" card that I had once gotten that, if I remember correctly was "three midgets shitting in a bucket" or something similar.
  16. Putting the penis in the popcorn bucket is a classic date move. Zarbon prematurely ejaculating is because of the heat of the popcorn. He's basically fucking it. But it also shows how excited and pathetic and gay Zarbon is.
  17. The irony of Dodoria and Zarbon dating is that Dodoria is pretty much physically repulsed by Zarbon and his semen.
  18. "“I tell the world to fuck themselves!”" - this is a lyric from My Brain Is Working Overtime by Rivers Cuomo, which I listened to on repeat for much of the writing of this story.
  19. I use the word "leal" because GRRM randomly started using that word instead of "loyal" in the most recent ASOIAF books. At least that change isn't as bad as the uncle to nuncle change.
  20. "Zarbonicals" is based on a nickname I gave one of my friends.
  21. Fastoon is the homeworld of the Lombaxes. This Ratchet & Clank reference was made because, at the time we were writing this, I was working extensively on my Ratchet & Clank fanon.
  22. SharkNader IV is based on Shark Attack IV from the Danny Mother's video. I originally called it Shark Tornado IV but realized the Nader pun immediately after writing that. That was a really good change, I think. DD going off on a long ramble on Nader surprised me, though.
  23. The reference to Sharknado was because Sharknado 3 had just recently come out before we wrote this, and I had indeed watched it.
  24. Nanny Smothers is based on Danny Mothers from the above Tim and Eric video.
  25. The space lion is based off of two things. For one, it was a continuation of the lion sex joke DD had in The Ballad of Dango. Additionally, I had been listening to The Lion Sleeps Tonight quite a bit at the time, for I was writing a Ratchet & Clank fanon, and that song got me in the mood to write that story. So putting a lion in this story was natural. Having it fuck the shit out of Nanny Smothers all the time wasn't based on anything, but it was in-line with the over-the-top sexual stuff going on in this story and The Ballad of Dango.
  26. Hyper Zergling masturbates in a minute or shorter (often much shorter), which is where that joke comes from.
  27. Nanny's frailty and constant stroking is based on Danny Mother's mannerisms and appearance.
  28. Nanny Smother's speech was something I came up with out of nowhere. I was writing the scene and then I began to write that. I don't know where it comes from - it's such a tangent from the rest of the scene - but it's really, really funny. Even now, a month after writing it, I still laugh when I read it. The way he speaks with such conviction while convulsing is hilarious, and the fact that he's supposedly having this emotional speech while no one else (aside from a few unimportant cashiers) is paying attention to him is grand fun, considering what he says isn't all that noteworthy.
  29. "The crowd roared in approval and clapped their hands as fierce as a cook making salami and apricot pancakes." - I have no memory of writing this line or what it means.
  30. The way Frieza attacks Zarbon by transforming into his first form (a giant penis) and fucking him is a callback to how Oolong transformed into a penis to fuck the Faggot in the Sky in The Ballad of Dango.
  31. Though Frieza was trying to intimidate Zarbon by saying he'd rip him a new asshole, deep down inside (way past the rectum), we all know Zarbon wants Frieza to do that.
  32. In an earlier section, DD mentioned that Dodoria was clearly the girl in the relationship. I disagree. Zarbon is clearly the bottom. That is why Dodoria got hard and wanted to fuck Zarbon while he watched Zarbon get fucked by Frieza.
  33. "Nanny Smothers found all of this rather amiable. He nibbled on popcorn and convulsed pleasantly. “I like this show…” he said wistfully. “I like you guys… I like this story!” In celebration, Nanny allowed his space lion to mount him again and mimic what Frieza was doing to Zarbon. “Quentin Tarantulatino is the number one director in Space Hong Kong.”" - this paragraph is heavily influenced by the Danny Mothers video. I think it's some of my best prose in this story. Can't believe I wrote that while drunk.
  34. The alien saying "Twas beauty that killed the beast!" is obviously him mistaking Space Hong Kong for Space King Kong.
  35. "Everyone agreed and laughed merrily, grease running down their chins and into their beards as they devoured buckets of popcorn while watching the above events unfold." - the grease joke is me making fun of A Song of Ice and Fire, where that seems to happen in every food scene. I've also made this joke in A Just Edge.
  36. The popcorn Nazi is a reference to the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld.
  37. I'm not very fond of DD's random out-of-universe rant about Dragon Ball Fanon and life and whatnot. The length to funniness ratio is the worst in the entire story. I don't hate everything he said but it was really took too many words for all of that with very little payoff.
  38. "Dodoria tasted Zarbon’s slime and realized, with a bit of relief, that it tasted like popcorn after all." - this is a reference to the last sentence in Sink to the Bottom.
  39. I didnt know when this story would end. Once it got to my final section, I believe DD noted how long the story was and that we needed to end it. So I did the classic "cum and change your mind" thing with Zarbon. Him riding off into the sunset with swag and pepper and telling Dodoria he hates him is really great because it defies the expectation that Zarbon and Dodoria are going to end things on a happy note.
  40. This story proves that Dodoria is gayer than Zarbon, which was a most unexpected turn of events.
  41. Why Nanny Smothers getting assraped by the space lion is karma is never explained, but I'm sure it has something to do with 'down with the patriarchy!' and other such drivel.
  42. The ending of this story reminds me of how Dango part 2 ends.

I don't have a lot to say about this story. I think it's funny - funnier than The Ballad of Dango, in all honesty. I think I did better with original jokes here than I did in the aforementioned story, and there were less references to other things (references can be good but they were overused in The Ballad of Dango). Our portrayal of Zarbon and Dodoria and Frieza was good, and the secondary characters which I created - swag and pepper and Nanny Smothers - stole the show. I'm very pleased with how things turned out in this story, but I won't be rating it, as it's one of those drunken comedy stories, and I never rate those.


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The KidVegeta Anthology
1: Were It So Easy2: Ground Up3: So Lonely At The Top4: Dragon Ball Z: In Requiem5: Sixth6: Slaved7: Womanhood8: A Mother's Love9: Derelict10: Dragonball KC11: The Redacted Scenes12: Dragon Ball Z: Cold Vengeance (Original draftFinal draft)13: Spindlerun: The Tale of Yajirobe14: The Anonymous Series15: Speedball16: Second-best17: Strength18: Separator19: Skulk20: Soup21: Scelerat22: Serial23: Slick24: Sovereign25: Dragonball lies in the old hat26: Ode to Dodoria27: Bitterly Bothered Brother28: KidVegeta's Theogony: From Silence to the Greater Kais‎‎29: Dragon Ball Z: The Forgotten (29.1 Prince Vegeta Saga29.2 Outbreak: Paved In Blood29.3 Lauto Saga29.4 Stomping Grounds Saga29.5 Planet Earth Saga29.6 Reunion Saga29.7 Forever Alone29.8 Fulfillment Saga29.9 Characters29.10 Who Are The Forgotten?29.11 Miscellaneous Information)30: Sink to the Bottom31: Bluestreaker32: Lionheart33: From Magic to Monsters34: Tyrant35: Be a Man36: Brave37: Yellow38: Sleep39: Prideful Demons Black40: The Watcher41: The Perfect Lifeform42: Ain't No Hero43: Dragon Ball: The Great War44: Glory45: Monster46: Burning Man47: Bonetown Blues48: Ergo Sum49: Suicide Missionary50: We'll Never Feel Bad Anymore51: Before Creation Comes Destruction52: Midnight City53: A Soundless Dark54: Scourge55: The Ballad of Dango56: Zarbon and Dodoria: A Love Story57: Thank the Eastern Supreme Kai for Girls58: A Shadow on the Wind59: I'm a Candy Man60: Down the Well-Worn Road61: Cool Cat62: Starfall63: Crushing Blue64: Black Dawn65: The Great Sushi-Eating Contest66: The Adventures of Beerus and Whis...IN SPACE!‎‎67: The Guacamole Boys Hit the Town‎‎68: Fin69: Nowhere to Go70: Not So Far71: Ice Age Coming72: Small73: Shame74: Untouchable75: A Demon Tale: Running Gags and Memes: The Movie76: Superior77: He's a Baaad Man78: Sandboys79: This is a contest story 80: A Space Christmas Story81: The One Where Bulma Goes Looking For Goku's Dragon Balls82: The Ginyu Force Chronicles83: Country Matters84: Chasing Oblivion85: Bardock's Some Hot Space Garbage and You're a Cuck86: The Story Without Any Cursing Except For This One Fuck And It's In The Title or (Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll Except Without Any Of The Sex)87: A Flap of the Wings88: Broccoli Tail89: Black as Blood90: Bi Arm or the One Where Baby is Actually A Rich Man or the Last One Of All the BYARMS91: One Chop Man92: Girl93: Twelve Majestic Lies94: Spaceball95: The Monster and the Maiden96: Mountain Bird97: A Quest for Booty98: Yaki the Yardrat's lecherous crime cartel, can Jaco and Strabbary stop it?99: Across the Universe100: His Majesty's Pet101: Destroyer of Universes102: The One with Several No Good Rotten Space Vermin103: The Scouring of Paradise104: To Kill a God-Emperor105: Extragalactic Containment Protocol106: Appetent Justice107: The Naptime Championships108: Really Big Scary Monsters109: Old Nishi110: He Needs Some Space Milk111: Filthy Monkeys112: The Mortal Flaw113: Leap114: Dyspo Sucks115: The Royal Exception116: Mushin117: Doctor Piggyboy118: The Space Taco Bandit119: The Big Book of Very Important Things (119.1: Why the supreme kai thinks there are only 28 planets in the universe by kidvegeta, esquire119.2: The raisin why supreme kai thinks theres only 28 planets119.3: Supreme kai why do you think there are only 28 planets pls respond119.4: Vegeta: The Tale of Chiaotzu119:5. Sweet Nothings About Cuber by KidVegeta and Destructivedisk119.6: ☉‿⊙119.7: The Part Where He Actually Blows Himself119.8: The truefacts tht hhyperzerling ssahhy119.9: Dragon Ball Supper119.10: A list of people yamcha's been intimate with)120: Memories of a Bloodless Thrall121: Lights of Zalama122: The Deathless Scraps123: Time-Eater124: Dragon Ball: The Mrovian Series: Hidden Memories of Chaiva125: Nineteen Assassins126: Welcome to Rapture127: Bean Daddy128: Zeta Male129: One Word From The Crane130: The Big Ugly131: The Legend of Upa132: Trickster is Meaningless133: Three Foolish Monkeys134: Killing General Copper135: One of Them136: The Swindler137: Softpetal138: How To Act Like a Professional Mercenary139: Insatiable140: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Planet Trade Organization141: Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon142: The Last Saiyan (141.1 Skyscrapers/Cloudchasers142.2 Roshi142.3 Edge Of The World142.4 Hail to the Thief142.5 Long Road Home)143: Community Roleplays (143.1 Dragon Ball: Future Imperfect (2nd Saga)143.2 No Way Out143.3 Vacation143.4 Cool Runnings143.5 What Role Will You Play?)144: Deleted Stories (144.1 Dragon Ball: Short Story Project)145: Final Thoughts
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