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DBM Universe 4: [Zen] Buu
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Chapter 9
Translated by Virgilio212 & proofread by ZenBuu
Ruins. Ashes. Bodies in pieces.
Rivers of blood. Hills by the hundreds. Stardust. Planets crossed off the map.
"I am your master, Majin Buu, you must obey me!" "Well, thanks to you the Universe will be mine, my slave, ha ha ha ha!"
The pleasure of death. Of destroying. The bones that break. The heart that stops beating. The spark of life that disappears from view. And a pleasurable satisfaction in the face of such a stellar spectacle. But also, a desire for independence, for freedom. It's healthy. Guided only by a murderous and voracious instinct. Seeing death as a pleasure. As a game. A thirst for blood that cannot be avoided. Even after absorbing a god. Even after evolving.
Insults. Then a dog. Then a man on the ground. Hit by a criminal. The unleashing of a boundless fury. The fear of being trapped in a white desert, troubled for eternity. The anger of being surpassed. The hero's son. Finally assimilated. And while his triumph was assured...
"I am the fusion of Vegeta and Kakarotto... Vegetto, so to speak..." "Come on, are you mute? I'm not having any fun here." "Or are you already fed up? In that case, I apologize for being insulting." "I'll just pulverize you like this crest, without the slightest effort."
Impotence. Frustration. THE THIRST FOR BLOOD...
Buu suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around, disoriented and lost in his memories. Completely confused, still affected by the introspection he had just performed. He shook his head for a few moments, regaining his senses.
For an hour now, Buu had been sitting, legs crossed, hands on his stomach, eyes closed, on a piece of rock floating peacefully in space. He was preparing to commit a true reign of terror over a peaceful world, populated by innocent people. So he decided to relive the most unpleasant experiences of his life, those that made him furious, aggressive. That frustrated him, putting him in a state of rage. He took the opportunity to meditate on topics that interested him more and more: his personality, his existence and his feelings.
He had left the blood-stained planet three days ago. Beginning his chaotic journey through preliminary tests. Without hesitation, he had remotely destroyed the worlds where he identified life. Having no problem sending them a discharge of energy. No regrets. No obstacles. His absorptions did not seem to carry even a semblance of discomfort. But now, he would resolve more serious matters. Return to what he once was.
He wasn't a child, out of control or completely crazy.
He was no longer the chubby balloon, nauseating for its absurd innocence. No...
The one who invaded the celestial palace on Earth. The one who faced Gotenks and then Son Gohan. The one who had no patience, who had annihilated all human life just to terrorize Piccolo, in order to pressure him into giving him what he wanted.
Buu, however, feared that the new manifestations of his absorptions would cause restrictions in himself. He was afraid that he would not be the same, free and unrestricted person. Deep down, he doubted who he was. A demon? A hero? Or a poor, lonely, insatiable creature?
When he was on Earth, obsessed with powerful adversaries, out of control and unrestrained, he did not ask himself these kinds of questions. He just wanted to fight. To fight and win. Now he had evolved. He had gained knowledge, faculties. He had begun to understand the universe and its surroundings. But what about himself? He did not understand his own body, its interactions with its victims, the evolution of its metabolism. He was so obsessed with the consequences of his absorption mechanism that he decided to take the time to explore his own body from the inside, eager to know every part of himself. The absorbed accumulated in the new room reserved for them, but it would adapt on its own to any change, to any newcomer.
Buu inherited everything. His powers. His memories. His way of acting, his way of thinking. His beliefs, his memories, his values. And, even if in a subtle way, all of this impacted his own way of being.
Buu had always found pleasure in killing. Even as the mighty warrior who had faced Gotenks, his last joy. He loved being violent and merciless. It was in his deep nature. Brutality was delightful. But he was not capable of destroying the world he had just saved. Like the Earth. Even though he had gained patience, and now knew how to enjoy the small wonders of life, he did not want to fundamentally change. He wanted to be himself.
It was therefore time to carry out a new experiment, to clarify things. And to do so, he remembered two things: the less pleasant events of his life, as well as the sources that had once intoxicated him with pleasure and contentment.
Obey the sorcerers. Their insults, their ambitions. Seeing Satan agonize before his eyes. The rage he felt. The frustration of being dominated by Son Gohan, and even more so by Vegetto. Vegetto... He almost regretted it, that one...
But also, the euphoria of reducing worlds to dust. Taking lives. Turning innocents into candy. Eating them and digesting them. Reveling in their fear and suffering. Watching them tremble at the mere mention of his name. It wasn't just a pastime, a hobby. It was a necessity. An irrepressible desire. And he hadn't left, far from it. All this time he had been kind, he had suppressed his thirst for violence and brutality. He wanted to quench it, to release it.
But the problem was that this took him back to his original condition: a brainless slave. And now he was above that. What should he do? Which path should he follow? He was getting lost. He had to decide who he was. And who he would be.
Buu had found a new world a few parsecs away. His perception of powers and signs of life continued to improve over time, learning to better identify the space around him. The Kaioshin he had absorbed, was also a great help. The protector deity of the Universe, together with his apprentice, ended up being a great facilitator when it came to detecting signs of life. He could use this important mind's memory to instantly visit every world in existence that contained life, but that wouldn't be any fun. Buu would rather use his senses and energy than wander around randomly. He had all of eternity ahead of him. He could take his time.
A brief moment was all it took for him to return to the planet he had just became interested in. He was immediately captivated by the appearance of this world from space. It was not a twin star to Earth, but the beautiful blue that characterized the atmosphere was both impressive and frightening. Buu revisited the images of Earthlings on his little blue world, doubts arising. Would it succeed in unleashing his natural cruelty and sadism?
By the end of those three weeks, Buu had set his sights on eradicating the population after slowly making them suffer. But beyond that, he wanted to fight the growing influence of good that was infiltrating him at all costs. He hadn't gotten this far, only for Son Goku and his friends to turn him into the greatest Samaritan of the Universe. He enjoyed helping the Sand People, but his ultimate goal had almost disappeared from his mind, consumed by remorse and a sense of serenity. Charity was a very dangerous notion. And Buu wanted to continue being pure selfishness, like when he absorbed all those musicians and scientists. To help him, he had memories of Piccolo and Son Goku, about the previous incarnation of the Namekian: Piccolo Daimao, the so-called demon king who plunged the world into terror and chaos. A good role model to follow. Frieza too, that was a relevant example. Vegeta wasn't so bad either as an inspiration of pure selfishness. But also, and above all, himself, above any limit or morality. He clenched his fists, his blood-red irises flashing with fury. His return was imminent. The return of the greatest of threats.
Buu hurriedly and without pauses headed towards the surface, again the nerve center of the planet, there, where he felt the greatest presence of vital forces. As in many other worlds he had visited, there were signs of an advanced civilization. But to what extent, he did not yet know. But the place he could contemplate the sky seemed to be a walled capital, quite rustic and ancient, and he could see a castle rising in the heart of the city. It was undoubtedly the largest city in this world, as it was there that he felt the largest number of inhabitants. But there were many more all over the surface. It was a densely populated star.
More people to subjugate, terrorize and turn into delicious chocolates.
Buu had already carried out genocides in the previous months. But his thoughts were gnawed by remorse. He had to overcome regret.
Buu landed in the heart of the city, in what appeared to be a large square, in the center of which stood a sizable obelisk. Unknown inscriptions were engraved on its side. “Another language to learn,” Buu sighed internally. The Genie began to wander around the square, not knowing where to begin his work of destruction. As a child, Bibidi did not announce his arrival and most of the time he would drop it straight into cities without warning. He wasted no time in using the Djinn to devastate one world after another. His son Babidi, in turn, had telepathically introduced himself and demonstrated the talents of Majin Buu, with the purpose of taking Piccolo and the Saiyan children out of hiding, as well as terrorizing the Earthlings. Now that he was on his own and in control, Buu had attempted several grand entrances since leaving Earth. But these were to impress the inhabitants and mark his arrival on a planet. During the genocides he perpetrated, he did not overwhelm himself with frivolities and blew up the planet or the continents with a quick gesture, without wasting much time. There, he would have to take his time, as before. Like on Earth.
Should he introduce himself to the population? Like Cell did? Forcing the inhabitants to undertake an irrevocably futile and desperate resistance? Going after the country's leader? Like Piccolo Daimao? Plunging the world into terror under his constant evil rule? Or start on a smaller scale, and act like an irresponsible, frivolous, and aloof individual? That was his style. Although he hated the big, fat balloon shape he owed to the Grand Kaioshin, he had to admit that he had had a lot of fun during the time he was no longer under Babidi's rule. Whatever, it would go gradually.
Buu entered what looked like a shopping street, lined with shops with opulent window displays. He could see TV screens inside some of the establishments. Strictly speaking, they weren't devices like the ones Earthlings had, but their function was similar: to broadcast live images. The screens featured one particular alien, dressed in sumptuously. No doubt the leader, who was in that castle over there. But Buu didn't care, for now. In fact, he really didn't care. About this boss. About this world. He didn't even want to show any interest in this kind of alien technology. Well, maybe a little, deep down, but that wasn't his immediate priority. He was too preoccupied with the start of the massacre he was planning.
Buu widened his eyes in the middle of the street, turning his gaze back to himself. It was true. He had no curiosity, just a desire to have fun, to play! He smiled sickly, a glint of cruelty in his eyes. His absorptions didn't seem to have any effect on him at that precise moment. He would go back to being himself, torturing the weak.
Buu looked around. Passersby who were not paying attention, who were living their daily lives normally, without suspecting the presence of their tormentor. Just like the Earthlings who suffered with his appearance... It is a cycle of intense terror. If Buu was unable to deliver the final blow to the two worlds he spared, it was because he cared about them. Mainly because he missed his prisoners, but also because his state of mind grew in affection. But this aspect held him back, it posed a problem for him. And the failure was due to those Saiyans. Buu wanted to convince himself of this and check it out. He would fire a warning shot at Son Goku and his friends, mercilessly murdering those innocent people who asked for nothing.
First, eat. Buu walked into a shop that seemed to serve native food. The foreigner behind the counter said with a big smile: —"Greetings, stranger! Something that catches your interest?" Buu turned his dark eyes towards him, causing the shopkeeper to tremble. The latter felt the atmosphere cool down after the appearance of this foreigner with the pink body. The Djinn suddenly broke the window of the counter and greedily gobbled up all the food, under the terrified eyes of the vendor. He licked his lips and said in dismay: — "Mmh... I know much better. Earthlings really did have the best flavors." — "A... A thief!!" — the shopkeeper shouted, trying to escape outside. Buu stopped him with a sharp blow to the back of his head, which cracked with a loud sound. The alien's body flattened against a wall and fell to the ground, and Buu looked at him, perplexed.
Here it is. The discomfort. The regret. He felt bad for killing this poor fellow who was quietly earning a living. Who probably had a family to support. However, this foreigner was insignificant, unworthy of consideration, or even existence in the eyes of a being like Buu. It was much better than that. The tyrant Freeza would have scoffed before silently turning his eyes away. That was what Buu wanted to regain. Indifference. How could he go back to being the bloodthirsty, disconnected, and cold demon he was just a few months ago?
"Majin Buu, you let him get away! You're too slow, you slug!"
"A good idea? But you're an idiot!" "I cannot tolerate a power greater than mine!" "You have ten seconds to give up and leave this planet." "Ma... Ma... Majin Buu! Run away!"
Those few fragments of the past came to his mind. Beyond the remembrance, Buu felt a deep fury run through his being, invading every part of his body. Always giving orders. Always insulting. Always bragging. They all despised him. Or avoided him. He was always alone. Misunderstood. His power. His strength. His desire to fight. His dominance. His appetite. And, above all, the pleasure of killing. That's what gave meaning to its existence from the beginning.
"Pl... Please! I'll do whatever you want - Argh!"
"I killed all the Earthlings. Now I want to fight." Thousands, no, millions of screams of suffering and agony, as he made Piccolo weaken. A supreme pleasure for his ears and his desire for supremacy.
He found himself again in a time long past, under Bibidi's orders. Chasing a poor warrior who tried to defend his people. He remembered the feeling of the frail body that was spreading under his blows. The taste of blood gushing onto his lips, which he savored. The last spark of life leaving the warrior, defeated by mere weak blows. He did not realize the weakness of his opponent. He had never given importance to such trivial details.
To hell with these futile feelings, which served nothing but to weaken him. He had suffered thousands of torments to get there. He had been manipulated. Trapped for five million years in absolute darkness. Then he was hunted, beaten, pulverized, and considered the ultimate threat. Everyone fled, fearing the creature that he was. Only one person in the entire Universe offered him true and sincere friendship, but the evil rooted in human hearts incited his own evil nature to manifest itself.
He was naturally inclined towards the dark side of existence. He was the pure embodiment of evil. And that, he would always be. Seen as a threat to be eradicated, feared and fought by any means necessary. He fought for his survival, was humiliated by beings who did everything to eliminate him, but despite all the adversities, he rose to the top. He was the strongest, the most powerful, the supreme being. He could not be burdened with the slightest sign of compassion, let alone for a weakling whose miserable life revolved around a small neighborhood butcher shop. No one in the universe could oppose him. Only Vegetto had ever been a true threat. But in the end, the Saiyans belonged to him. And he wasn't going to let his emotions manipulate him again. It was as if they were fighting inside, and he wouldn't allow that.
Buu left the store, spotting some kind of artist on the street juggling objects and using presumably telekinetic powers, being admired by a small crowd around him. Buu walked up to him, and using a powerful energy sphere, he dispersed the crowd surrounding him. He didn't bother to control his strength, killing them in cold blood. The artist barely had time to figure out what was happening before he was quickly absorbed by Buu, who laughed loudly as screams of terror echoed around him at the sight of the lifeless bodies.
Yes, he finally found himself! The lament within him was almost silent, almost nonexistent. Three weeks of pure bliss were coming and waiting for him.
The heartless and merciless demon was about to be released once again.
Buu ran along the walls of an alley, sneering as he was chased by soldiers with long electric batons. He wanted a little chase and was having fun outwitting the military pawns in the heart of the city. Since his change of mood the day he arrived, he had been noticed by the forces of what turned out to be the emperor of the entire planet. An emperor who was able to make Vegeta and his father jealous by bragging about his pathetic royal blood. An emperor should be more charismatic. Emperor Buu? No, that didn't sound good. It was much better to be a demon that cultivates disorder and fear among living beings.
Buu leapt backwards from the wall, his back twisting gracefully as he landed softly among the soldiers. As the last one turned towards him, he pierced their hearts, reveling in life, leaving their eyes in one last expression of pure terror. — "Ha ha ha ha! You won't stop me! I am Buu, the strongest being in the Universe! And your fragile lives are worth nothing compared to mine!" — exclaimed the Djinn, revealing his aura. Buu flew quickly through the air, leaving the narrow street to fly over the capital district. He formed some small concentrations of Ki in his hands to throw them all over the place. Soon after, numerous explosions occurred, causing more howls and a cacophony of crying and wailing. Buu smiled as he found himself able to suppress the uneasiness that still lingered in his mind. Just like with the Saiyans, his anger acted as an engine that made everything else disappear. He was exploring Son Gohan's memories when his boundless fury allowed him to overshadow Cell with his new Super Saiyan 2. He was proud, confident, and ruthless.
That's what Buu wanted to get back. The indifference. The apathy. The evil. It was all the fault of the Earthlings and the Saiyans. It was the sin of their absorbed ones. They restricted him with their superfluous emotions.
He couldn’t destroy the Earth or the Sand World because of them. He helped sick, hungry, and tormented people. That wasn’t his true nature. It wasn’t him. He didn’t care about those ordinary lives. Now he clearly saw the influence of his absorbees as a threat, a problem to be solved. He wouldn’t allow himself to be transformed from within. And to teach them a lesson, he would tyrannize this world in the coming days. This history lesson from Piccolo Daimao was truly inspiring.
“This Namekian truly understood the meaning of life,” Buu mused, releasing another explosive wave of Ki across the city.
The Genie landed on a different street, covering the ground with pieces of walls and shards of glass. The buildings had been partially destroyed and the air was filled with black smoke. Some survivors hugged each other, crying and screaming, while others crawled, struggling to get up.
One of them shuddered and turned around, eyes wide with fear, hearing a sweet, icy voice behind him: — "Good, good... that's the look I wanted to see." — Buu said, giving a mischievous smile with his arms crossed. "I'll give you ten seconds to escape. One... Two..." The alien gave a panicked scream and tried to run in the opposite direction, to no avail. He fell to the ground, blood dripping from his wounded leg. Buu sneered and crushed his victim with a kick to the back, crushing his skeleton.
He felt a slight tingling in his head, followed by a slight pain in his heart. Apparently, he still had what it took to kill an innocent in cold blood. However, when it came to a worm like a former soldier of Frieza, his satisfaction was clear. He reveled in kindness and the fight against corruption. He was the embodiment of all of that. This made him unhappy. Anger grew even more within him. And that was the anger he needed.
He looked at the other survivors looking at him in terror and licked his lips as he walked towards them. He would make his name feared again.
Pausing the story for a moment, I know what you must be saying to yourself at this point. What do you mean, Buu just denies what happened in the previous chapter? He seemed to love these aliens tortured by Frieza's former soldiers! Why would he change his mind so suddenly?
You're witnessing one of my temper tantrums. Remember the show I put on in the second round when Vegetto was gone? I blamed it on my multiple personalities. That's not a lie, but it's not true either. It was an excuse, and a more or less true one at that.
At that point in the story, I didn't really understand the real impact that the absorbed ones had on my mind. I was like, "But damn, even in my sleep, these idiot Saiyans restrain me, they make me a good guy! Piccolo and Vegeta have made it to the right side of the fence, it's going to be my turn!", and in five million years of existence, I hadn't felt the slightest remorse once, not even guilt.
If you put yourself in my shoes right now, you will understand that, in addition to a fight against the influence of my obsessions, it is a fight to preserve my identity. That of an evil Genius who doesn't give a damn about others. It is a shame, because looking back, there was a good chance that I would have decided to pulverize the Universe and annihilate hundreds of worlds, both out of anger and the temptation of evil. The experience of good was beneficial, but it led to wrong conclusions, as you have seen. If this part of my story seems confusing and repetitive to you, don't worry. It is a reflection of my state of mind, lost and confused by a sudden and profound reflection on my identity.
But don't worry, dear friends! Without the intervention of a certain person, I would have ended up like this, but thanks to her, the universe did not experience the wrath of the resurrected Majin. Because yes, I would not be much different from my original form, I would have just destroyed the galaxies by solving everything with violence. Anyway, I am going a bit too far in the story. I invite you to contemplate my decline into evil and love for such acts, and a return to a more or less stable mental balance.
Wait, I'll present this to you in diary form, after all, these stories are like secrets that I'm sharing with you...
After spreading fear in the capital of this uninteresting world, and making myself known by my usual name, Buu, I was pursued and attacked by the imperial troops. I pulverized them all without any difficulty. These beings were weak and their weaponry pitiful. How can you proclaim yourself emperor with such a small army? Finally, there was a remarkable reaction in an instant. I found a child. An alien, she was completely terrified when I saw her. I know, it was my fault. But despite my anger, she managed to touch me. Emotionally, I understood her well. But I don't want to question myself, I decided to be a freak. Just to teach those idiots in me that they can't do anything against the great Buu. And being part of my perfection, doesn't allow them to do whatever they want with my mind. I will always be a destroyer. So how can I say this... I took the child and sent her straight into space. It hurt my heart, and no doubt this fate was a bit too cruel, but I am cruel. The satisfaction of torturing my subjects was greater than my sense of discomfort. It feels so good to be a monster just to cause terror to the good guys. I like my role as a villain. My villainous nature. My villainous character. And my villainous power.
I invaded the Imperial Palace. I got there without any difficulties. I walked slowly, step by step, and the enemies came in droves to stop me. Their electric prods passed through my body as if they were passing through water. They also had ranged weapons, a mix between a crossbow and a rifle, that fired energy ammunition. I absorbed one user of each weapon. I told myself that they had experience in the making and use of their tools. I needed a scientist to complete this knowledge, so that I wouldn't forget it.
I beheaded them one by one. I increased my ruthless cruelty even more. The more time passes, the more my sadism becomes natural and brutal. I enjoy it. Using force to devastate peoples and worlds is the purpose engraved in my being. This homecoming is a blessing that I truly cherish. It is not food, but it is even better. Destruction is a dish that can be eaten in any season. Buu arrived in front of the emperor, the latter both moving and disappointing. He had a kind of scepter that shot lightning, its power was barely enough to make me tingle. I broke it in front of his desperate eyes. Another soldier behind me created blades in his hands and tried to slice me. But I anticipated this and separated myself from myself. I love doing this kind of trick. As he pierced both parts of my body, I immediately reformed myself, absorbing him in the process. I thought about his power being useful later, but at the time I did it simply because it was funny. The absorption became more of a weapon than a means to evolve.
In order to learn every inch of this world and know what to do to occupy my time, I also absorbed the sovereign. I then took direct control, announcing through that kind of television a little game of my own, inspired by the Namekian Demon King: Every twelve hours, I will pulverize a random country. At the end of the period that I set, the surface will be destroyed, erased. Unless someone is able to bring me some delicious food. I felt like a meticulous god being bought with food. But I've tasted the culinary art of this world before, I doubt anyone could satisfy me with its deplorable quality.
A week has passed. Most of the planet has been destroyed by my furious attacks. Villages, cities, completely vaporized by tiny, helpless Kikohas. I love being dominant. This is what they should be used for, these mindless prisoners sealed in my cocoons. Make me stronger. Many idiots tried to resist me during my week of terror. Their remains fed to the worms. Others begged me to save their lives. I turned them into grains of sand, which I then threw into one of the newly formed magma currents caused by my attacks on the planet.
This world was prosperous before I came. Everyone seemed to be living happily and decently. Well, maybe there were battles, conflicts. But I can't stop thinking about it. Now, I've turned this little paradise into hell. In the end, I may have literally done the opposite of the previous experiment. This time, I've degraded the surface and depths of this planet to make it a terrible, unbearable place. And I feel more comfortable in that sense.
I was not born to save. I did not appear to help. I was created to destroy, to take everything I desire in a brutal way. I was made to dominate and crush the annoying mosquitoes that cry and beg for their miserable and irrelevant existence.
In short, without the Majin's slave side, this evil nature of being is still the one I know best. I feel better surrounded by chaos and destruction.
I'll stop with this style of writing here. Please let me know if you liked this way of telling things. Maybe I'll come back to it in the future... Actually, I do what I want, it's true. So you won't have a choice.
Once again, Buu roamed the streets. It was all desolation and smoke. He had wiped out almost the entire population of this world. The castle was nothing more than a smoking ruin that crumbled from side to side. The land was blackened by the darkness that Buu had spread, or, less poetically, by the ash that had accumulated on the ground. The continents gradually separated, revealing fountains of fiery red magma. Volcanoes formed and earthquakes were occurring all over the planet. As for the oceans, they had evaporated. The world was even more like hell than one could imagine in the Earthly conception. Even the sky had the colors of flames and darkness.
This world was dying. No more life could remain on it. And that pleased Buu. The fate of this planet did not matter to him. He now stood in front of the obelisk he had seen on the first day. In his destructive madness, he had used his absorption mechanism many times, with the sole purpose of exterminating the inhabitants in some other way. He had tried everything, even the worst transgression, capable of traumatizing every ounce of morality. And through his absorptions, Buu was now able to translate the text engraved on the pillar's rock. And his disappointment was huge. It was merely an ode, to the glory of the Emperor. Not even some prophecy left by an ancient race, or the written record of a secret age long since passed. Just a song. This state of affairs irritated the Djinn, who would have found these poetic twists and turns very interesting two months earlier.
But at the end of this experiment, Buu finally came to conclusions. And his artistic sensibility was nothing more than a distant memory, a goal relegated to the background.
Buu sharply cut the obelisk in half, and it collapsed with a thud. The Genie's eyes flashed with a burst of hatred, as he flew to the only tower of the castle still standing, to gaze upon this world one last time.
He clearly remembered everything he had experienced since leaving Earth, almost a year ago, or even a few days. He had explored many worlds and made important discoveries. Whether it was civilizations, peoples, technologies, customs, or arts, he was curious about everything. He had experienced kindness, friendship, artistic practice, scientific interest, and altruism for weak, oppressed mortals. In a parallel image, he reviewed his journey since birth. It was not pleasant at all, but he was reliving his journey as a child, his life as an obese child. And his desperate fight against the earthlings to survive and overcome the stronger ones. Everything he learned, the connections he developed, the evolution he went through. Until he became a superior being. And now, seeing that cataclysmic and volcanic surface, devastated by his absolute power and for his simple pleasure, doubt disappeared from his mind.
He had lived only in hatred and fighting. He could not let good guide his thoughts and actions, because evil was his reason for being. If he wanted to reach the top in any imaginable field, it had to be done with blood and violence. The experience of the sand world, was only intended to explore that Samaritan aspect in which his first absorbees, the Saiyans, had evolved on their side. To understand what they were fighting for, what motivated them to fight against him and to try to eradicate him at all costs. Why face an opponent who is too strong for them? Why defend a small, insignificant planet to the end, including people plagued by crime and self-centeredness?
In any memory he could gather of them, humans were a plague who cared little for anything other than their money and their own petty selfish pleasures. They were rats, and now he wondered why he had spared them. The love, that the Earthlings had for this little blue planet became a mystery to Buu again, and for a moment he imagined Earth in the state of the world he had before him. The outlook wasn't so bad.
The result of this last experiment was indisputable.
He preferred to be feared, so as to cause terror and despair in all these living beings who to him were little better than worms. It was the evil within them that created him, that made him who he was and who he is now. He was the punishment for this despicable and decadent universe. And he would savor his future annihilation.
Buu extended his hand horizontally, preparing to end the existence of this shattered world once and for all. A huge sphere of energy formed near his open palm, shimmering with an electric purple, containing a maddening power of destruction.
At that precise moment, without the Djinn realizing, his gaze was exactly the same as when he was born.
That of a killer, obsessed with destroying any sign of life.
As he began the throwing gesture, moving his arm slightly back, ready to send the monstrous Ki sphere towards the ground, he felt a faint energy enter the atmosphere. Perplexed, Buu stopped his attack. He looked up at the sky, following the energy signature closer and closer.
A visitor? Who would want to land on such a damaged world? Even in space, any sane being could see that this world was nothing but chaos, even toxic.
Maybe... Has an enemy finally come to destroy him?
Buu landed softly in the devastated plaza, ready to fight. If this was finally a fight worthy of him, then this dying star would be the perfect battlefield. He would kill two birds with one stone by destroying this enemy along with the planet. Soon, the stranger appeared and Buu saw that it was a spaceship. In amazement, he wondered. What individual would intentionally come straight at him in an aircraft, and with so little strength? It was almost certainly not a strong fighter, much to Buu's disappointment. He could destroy this means of transportation in the blink of an eye, but he was confused. It wasn’t that the situation was curious, but because he had decided not to worry about anything else. But this energy was familiar to him… Moments later, the ship landed about twenty meters away from Buu. The Genie made no movement, as if he had been disconnected. He vaguely recognized this presence. And he was hit by a wave of emotions, feelings that he had buried beneath layers of cruelty and perversity.
The ship's door opened, revealing a human being in a high-tech jumpsuit. A helmet covered the face, but Buu recognized the gaze and the silhouette. And several memories came back to him, like a sudden avalanche. Memories belonging to Son Gohan.
Then, as a snowball effect, the memories of all Earthlings.
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Goten-kun's comic book 321Y is finished, but that doesn't matter! His brand-new story begins now!Read it here!
Three pages a week, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday at 8pm (Paris time)
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