Vegeta Memes Novels & Stories

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

"Make it punchy, Carlin. We're not just serving tea here." Carlin rolled her eyes but followed his advice, weaving words that ignited curiosity and sparked outrage. Vasky, in his element, enhanced the content with his signature memes. As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." ‌

“Prepare me Sathe…if you don’t, I won’t be able to take something as big as your c*ck.” |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

“A tyrant. A liar. A tragic hero. And—” “And?” “Someone compared me to a vampire CEO who ‘definitely broods.’” Aria snorted. “Do you brood?” “I reflect,” he corrected. She raised an eyebrow. “You brood.” --- Elena appeared in the doorway, holding a tablet like it might bite her. “I’ve been memed,” she announced. Aria looked up. “Congratulations. You’re officially famous.” Elena sighed. “There’s one where I’m labeled ‘The Lost Vale Pokémon.’”

Then the reply came: [Lyra 🐾] 10:50 PM Yeah. Just… One of those nights. He read it twice. He read it twice. Then typed: [Elias Vale ] 10:51 PM You don’t owe anyone anything, you know. Not your smile. Not your silence. Another pause. Then, unexpectedly, a new message popped in. A meme. It was a grainy photo of a cat sitting in a sink with a towel over its head. Caption: “I am small. I am tired. I want soup and vengeance.”

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

Robert-Galt: “Who the fuck are you to question the memory reel’s authenticity? PBD is not the kind of channel that would pull a publicity stunt like that!” Joe Dragon : “But you still can’t change the fact that… memory reels are not always believable!” KongVsGodzilla: “Oh, come on! Can’t we all just appreciate what he did?“ MewTube: “Who else thinks this reel is utter bullshit?” Flat-Sun-Society-Member: “Is it just me or his armor seems a bit familiar?” CosmicDouche_1: “Shitt! Now that you mentioned… How could I miss this?“

Another had the same picture with a different caption, "When you pre-order an iPhone in an Online Store and the Deliveryman Gives you Techno with Samsung Start-Up Screen", one had their heads photoshopped to a Mortal Kombat Flawless Victory's picture, another had Tobi's and Kelechi's head removed and placed with that of "Pepe, the Frog" and "the Crying Boy" respectively and so many others.

Headquarters for LunaTech, officially. I sank into my ridiculously expensive desk chair with a fresh coffee in hand, ready to bask in the glory of sealing the Wolfe deal. But first, a little distraction. I flipped open my laptop. Might as well see what fresh hell was trending.. and oh, buddy. It was a masterpiece. My screen was filled with it. Videos, screenshots and memes... the whole internet was having a field day and the top video had already racked up millions of views. I clicked play. There was Victoria, live on her stream, doing her glamour queen act. Smiling that fake tight smile, holding up some stupidly expensive highlighter.

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."