DB Multiverse

Once Babidi was eliminated, my elation soared to new heights. My sense of relief felt so amazing, true freedom from that insect’s unending insults and orders. He’d called me fat, stupid, a buffoon, said that I belonged to him. Too bad for him, I wasn’t so stupid after all — and I was learning quickly.

Having gotten rid of the master, I didn’t bother planning what I’d do next. The guy with really long yellow hair had promised me a fight against tougher opponents than even him — someone that could even defeat me! Such an enticing proposal gave me great excitement, I don’t need to tell you all. Though, actually, that is why we’re all here isn’t it...

When he’d first told me of the existence of these “guys”, someone really really strong, I was, in short, overjoyed. Of course Babidi had initially stamped out my enthusiasm with his usual nagging, a fact that did contribute to my resentment of him. But it was this fighter that I couldn’t stop thinking about. Son Goku was... an opponent capable of taking all my attacks and coming back for more, and inflicting heavy damage along the way. Once before I’d felt a similar feeling, though it was long ago, almost like a dream. Vegeta had offered me a small taste, but in the end barely managed to draw out my real strength, in spite of his own self destruction. But this promised fighter... if they were indeed stronger than Goku... already a confrontation that had been so much fun. Well, I was in the clouds!

But I had forgotten the other part of his request, that is, to not kill anyone else, I think. But, he’d asked too much — two full days of waiting, with nothing to do? Far too long. And after spending so much time imprisoned, I wasn’t going to waste a second of my freedom on boredom.

For a whole day, I traveled the world, crisscrossing the surface in search of various amusements and entertainments. I raced over busy highways and city streets, I took in the sights and tried the local cuisine — cake, that is. I even tried my own hand at the culinary arts, creating a human-candy buffet! Humans made such great ingredients that I made a clay house out of them as well.

Along the way, I remember crossing paths with one smaller human in particular. When I spotted him below I hurried down to frighten him — as terror was something I’d been taught to invoke and enjoy since my birth. I raised my fist and screamed, but was shocked to find I had no effect. In fact, the boy merely smiled at me, his eyes shut tight. Naturally, I assumed he was too afraid to even look at me — how could he not be afraid of me, after all, the entire planet was. It made me angry at first, it was time for my infantile mind to once again grow.

Upon explaining to me that he was blind, and hadn’t ever been able to see, somewhere in the back of my mind I... almost related to him. Being released from my ball by Babidi, after five million years of darkness, was strangely akin to opening my eyes for the very first time. During that timeless entrapment, I had lost the use of my senses. I was but a shapeless porridge that crashed against the walls, asleep and desperate. Of course, my mind at the time couldn’t fully process the complexity of why I related to this boy, but nonetheless it led to my first act of kindness — the birth of altruism, which Mr. Satan nurtured in me later. I decided, under the pretext of terrorizing him afterwards, to restore the boy’s vision with my magic. Truly, when the first sight he saw was the avatar of destruction and cataclysm, he would flee in terror and my paradigm of the world would be restored — plus I’d get to throw a few energy blasts at him as he ran away.

But he... clung to me, holding me more tightly than I’d ever been held. I was amazed at the act of embrace, the thanks he gave, and the sincerity in his voice. I’d never before received affection of any kind, certainly not a hug. My life had been nothing but killing, fighting, eating, and insults from my master. And yet, this little boy had acted like no other Earthling, or any other being for that matter. He wasn’t terrified, threatening me, or wanting something from me. One thing I could always tell was body language and emotion, and this was gratitude and admiration. I felt good, for the very first time in my life.

And just like that, my violent tendencies vanished. I’d been disarmed by the beautiful innocence of a child, and before I knew it I was enjoying talking to him. When he haphazardly mentioned wanting some milk, I immediately went out for some... eh, so to speak. I was still the same perverted ball of gum, bent towards evil by years of suffering — it would take more than that to change my ways. I ended up transforming another human into a milk carton, which I gave to the boy before leaving. Still, it was an act of kindness, and the first and only one to my name before meeting Hercule Satan. Five minutes later, I blew up another city for fun, back to my old ways.

Eventually, upon returning home from a bloodthirsty raid, I had the pleasure of being greeted by a most extraordinary human. Little did I know, this meeting would forever alter the course of my destiny, just like so many other warriors on Earth before me. This Satan character greatly amused me, and I decided to keep him around as entertainment.

But little by little, oblivious as I was to his feeble attempts to hurt me, he introduced me to kindness and gentleness. When he asked me to look after a young pup, who seemed to love me from the moment we met, I began to feel strange inside — just as I had with the boy earlier. Just as lightning strikes violently, a new feeling had anchored itself inside of me: love. Not that I had given love, though I appreciated Mr. Satan and the dog, as I didn’t yet understand this new feeling. I cared for them, desired to keep them, which was possibly out of selfishness... or perhaps a childlike naivety. Anyway, this love was the kind we receive. When someone’s entire existence has been lived around foul, unscrupulous individuals, subject to manipulation, and they’re suddenly cast into an environment of support and made to feel important, it can make one into a new being.

Under Bibidi and his son, I’d been taught killing was the only way to have fun, like a school playground game. Because I was rewarded with sweets, I was trained to revel in terror and pain, knowing they brought about a desired end result. But Mr. Satan taught me to value other things. Through his friendship and the joy I’d gained, a schism began to take place within the core of my being. The magic coursing through me had dark origins, and that energy within me was not friendly with my new altruism. But the end result of that clash was far greater than anything the wizard Bibidi could have anticipated.

Within me, between a rock and a hard place, were two incompatible ideals. One was absolute evil, the sum of negativity captured and bottled up from ancient times, channeled through the darkest of all magic. The other was my evolution thanks to the Grand Kaioshin I had absorbed, and especially through my relationship with Hercule.

I thought I was in control. Sometimes I still wonder what my life would be like now if I had managed to repress the evil inside me. It was impossible, we’re talking about the cumulative hatred of the universe, stored up for millions of years... but, life would’ve indeed turned out differently.

Under the effects of anger and rage, all the negativity within me was expelled into a physical form. The inward struggle had given birth to an outward manifestation of the storm raging inside of me. While on the one hand, I had been cleansed of the vice shackling me down, and was now pure — in a way — on the other hand, a new incarnation of evil, lean and cruel, had appeared to threaten the world.

It’s here... let’s go... we made it finally...

Now the moment we’ve all been waiting for...

Bye to the fat blob, the strong and silly child,

On to the story... the grandest tale of all!

I started out as a bony twig, not much to see

But the greater share of power from the split had gone with me;

This remnant dared to challenge, an inferior fool he was

I easily deflected his attack back at him, then swallowed him with ease.

In that key moment I had no doubt

The future ecstasies that would delight me

To consume, to enjoy... See you later!

That moment marked year 0... a divine birth to split all time!

Bow, ya shits, and tremble before me!

For here comes the hour of the almighty Super Buu!

The universe itself shudders and laments,

Because of the mischievous Djinn, you will never come to the end!

Creation was at the summit of I, the Olympic mountain of glory

My single desire to delve out correction and judgement

This deplorable planet’s warriors soon to meet my challenge.

The nearness of battle electrified me with excitement.

Soon, I killed the two Earthlings that had drawn me out through murder,

Their deaths were pure pleasure with my new unbeatable powers.

But I let Mr. Satan live, his character inside, his motives anchored

From there, he would be able to witness my insurmountable strength grow.

Bow, ya shits, and tremble before me!

For here comes the hour of the almighty Super Buu!

The universe itself shudders and laments,

Because of the mischievous Djinn, you will never come to the end!

I couldn’t find opponents, when all I wanted was right,

Why should I have to wait... I ONLY WANT TO FIGHT!

I threatened the green bean and he accepted, that is,

After I slaughtered 99.9% of the belligerent humans.

I had agreed to wait, but an Earth wench dared approach,

She annoyed me, so I crushed her underfoot, an egg.

I wanted to unleash myself, to drop all restraints

And finally I was pointed to the endless white, facing my destiny.

Bow, ya shits, and tremble before me!

For here comes the hour of the almighty Super Buu!

The universe itself shudders and laments,

Because of the mischievous Djinn, you will never come to the end!

At first I underestimated them, two mere children with big talk.

They mocked me and got me fired up, I wanted to give it my all.

Disappointed by this joke of a fighter, I was about to crush them for good

That’s when the kids amazed me with fusion, and my true rival was created.

This Gotenks, immature but overpowering, was just what I needed;

I was ready, my warrior instincts craved his slaughter

He wanted to avenge his mother, to reduce me to ash,

But I’d make him into an omelette just as I did to her.

Bow, ya shits, and tremble before me!

For here comes the hour of the almighty Super Buu!

The universe itself shudders and laments,

Because of the mischievous Djinn, you will never come to the end!

You’ll get this chapter, then a follow-up. And...maybe one more. Nothing is set it stone, and even I can’t see the future. Or... can I... who knows?

Five million years had passed.

An eternity, I spent millions of times longer imprisoned than actually being free — locked up, alone, with no one by my side, no cake, no entertainment.

During all that time, I slept, prostrate on myself. All I could do during those millennia was wriggle in my cocoon, changing the shape of my body to better rest, stretch, and sleep. Again and again and again, in an unending loop.

Over time even my energy had wilted. I was no longer the powerful monster I had been upon my birth. I felt weak and miserable. Nothing remained of Majin Buu but a shapeless mass of pink jelly, and I cried, alone. Again. And always.

Then came that blessed day that seemed like it never would arrive. A surge of vigor and new life was injected into me, rejuvenating even the least of my cells, exhilarating me in glorious euphoria. I became smoke, occupying the least space inside my ball, while this intense energy fed me and brought warmth and life.I quickly stored the power of the pure-hearted fighters, whose energy had been gifted to me, and what amazing power it was!!

In the span of a few brief moments, I recovered my full health and vitality, as well as my maximum power level. If I had been released earlier, I certainly wouldn’t have survived — my will to live was not strong enough, and certainly my body wasn’t. Time and loneliness had sapped more than my strength, but my very genki. An abandoned child, rejected, sleeping with no hope of ever waking or seeing the outside world again.

However, back to the topic of my abilities... at that point, I felt ready to lift whole worlds in a single hand and hurl them at others just for the sake of being free again!

Once freed from the ball, still in vapor form, I took in the smell of the air, the sensation of the wind caressing me, the cool breeze, the warm sun. But what I wanted above all else was to exhaust myself — to do something big, to fight!

Taking shape, I recognized one of the individuals below. His body and face were familiar, like the one who had caged me, that miserable sorcerer I used to trust. My resentment was not extinguished, on the contrary, the flame of my anger was unquenchable. But this insect bought himself some time with his threats, a reminder of the spell to seal me back up.

Letting my childlike instincts free, I momentarily turned my attention to the powerful fighters nearby. I fought off a demon named Dabra, under the orders of the wizard Babidi, then I humiliated a youngster with yellow hair — who thought he was fast enough to escape me. That one would end up becoming one of my greatest rivals, the most valorous and exhilarating battles to follow. He didn’t last long against me the first time we fought, though, and I was far from getting serious. After blasting him off to the other end of space, I crushed the little being with him, the one Babidi had called Kaioshin.

However, as he was about to snuff it, Babidi’s ship exploded in a deafening boom. From the debris emerged another of the magician’s soldiers, so I thought from the symbol... the prince of Saiyans, Vegeta. The man spat insults at me like I was a dog, and ignorant as I was Babidi had to explain it to me. Then, I went into a rage and blew up everything for at least a mile in every direction. Still far from my full strength, this yellow-haired vermin was apparently no different from the rest — covered in blood and barely standing upright. I’d had fun with his vain resistance, and toyed with him a bit. But as I was about to finish him off, two youngsters interrupted my kill with a surprise attack.

As I recount for you these events, understand that a great deal of importance lies in each of them transpiring exactly as they did. Five million years prior, the only person to ever inflict damage on me of any serious nature had been quickly absorbed. It was the threat he posed which had triggered my absorption powers, enabling me to eventually become who I am now. And thanks to these powers again, I was given the most incredible fights and faced the most powerful warriors in the Universe... The Saiyans of Earth!