Goku lay in his crib, helpless and frustrated. The passionate sounds of the couple’s lovemaking in the next room were almost too much to bear. A chastity belt had been secured over Goku’s diaper, so he was unable even to relieve his pent-up arousal. He just had to lie there and bear it.

Suddenly, he realized that wasn’t all that he would have to bear.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP–SPLUUUUUUUUUURTTCCCHHHH*

It was over before it had even begun. Goku had shit his diaper, the rancid smell filling the room. And he was unable to remove his diaper or change himself, due to the chastity belt.

Tears streamed down Goku’s face. He had defeated Frieza, and was reduced to this? But he had no choice. If he didn’t want to have to lie there in his own shit for who-knows-how-long, he was going to have to beg. Swallowing his pride, Goku turned toward the wall to the next room, from which he could still hear the bed creaking as the occupants made love.

“B-BEJITA-SAMA, I-I NEED MY DIAPER CHANGED AGAIN!!” he wailed.

The bed stopped its creaking, and Goku could hear the couple groaning.

“Your wife can do it after I’m done with her,” came Vegeta’s reply. “I’m still not kissing her, though.”