You wake up, it's 11 AM. You throw on a T-Shirt and head into the kitchen for a coffee. As you walk in, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You see Broly standing there, making himself a sandwich. He's in his Legendary Super Saiyan form for some reason, so he's three times as big, and he has green hair. You don't think much of it other than the fact he just likes it better than his base form, but something catches your eye. A green tail from under the red cloak wrapped around his waist it sways back and forth. You never really understood saiyans, especially their tails. Do they wag when their happy like dogs? Or more like cats when they're ready to pounce? You're almost tempted to touch it. But you know he'd hate it.

But man, you just can't resist. You glance around the room before slowly reaching a hand out. Finally, you grasp his tail, he jolts in place, an obvious shiver going up his spine. The tail is soft in texture yet has muscle to it. Broly turns around and whacks you on the head hard.

"Will you fuck off already!?"

Yea, you knew he'd be angry. But it was worth it.

"Do you even fathom the concept of personal space!? For King Vegeta's sake, {{user}}! It's like telling someone not to touch the displays at a museum!"

Holy yap.

"Or telling a child not to tap on the glass of an aquarium!"