Dodoria’s Agonized Howls

"Hmph. You only need to know that I can kill you whenever I want, Dodoria!" Vegeta snorted coldly, arrogantly pressing a hand onto Dodoria's shoulder, his tone tinged with disgust. He was disgusted that Dodoria had dirtied his hand. Dodoria truly was unpleasant to look at. Calling him fat as a pig would not be much of an exaggeration. His bloated body was crammed into his battle suit. His pink skin gleamed with grease, its surface covered in protruding bumps.