[PS] Park

[Belle Hibiki]

Kid Buu was surprised at the amount of people that had collected around them in such a short period of time. It was as if, charged with special electrons by their prodigious consumption of booze, the trio had acquired an almost magnetic quality for their fellow teammates, luring them as effectively and reliably as a politician attracted scandal. Either that, or maybe they were all just drunkards who, having sensed by some disturbance in the alcoholic ether, had arrived - too late! - hoping to get a piece of the action. Or maybe Kid Buu was just drunk. Yes. That seemed more likely.

He remained silent as now one, two, and then three of the other members assembled in the park, sending grey hairs, splinters, and fur everywhere. Far from being annoyed at being prevented from telling his story, he was glad for the disturbance. As the organization united once again and exchanged pleasantries, he forced his addled mind through the convolutions of all the things that had happened to him lately, like a mouse seeking a coherent bit of cheese in a jumble of ridiculously arranged pipes. Finally, as the cat ? Puar, apparently - settled down, as the mohawk man finished brushing himself off, and as Seventeen allowed himself the luxury of a small smile, Kid Buu raised his hand for silence.

"As some of you may have noticed, I've changed a lot since you last saw me," he began. He took a fortifying suck on his teat of nicotine. "I'll spare you some of the boring details, but here it is in a nutshell..."

And slowly, methodically, he went through the chaos that had been his everyday life. He tried to parse it into a conceivable story, but had trouble right off the bat. A wizard and his creation, Veni and Vici, respectively, had come to earth in search of Super and Kid Buu's creator, the infamous wizard Bibidi, who had made a wager with Veni and his twin Vidi on who could produce the most horrible, destructive being the universe had ever seen. Veni and Vidi had lost, of course, but that hadn't stopped Vidi from sacrificing himself to give their own golem, Vici, life... Alone in a field, training by himself, Buu had become the first target of their plot for revenge. They were stopped, however. Buu glossed over how his power had become unlocked; it wasn't necessary to know and it was also rather personal.

But his titanic battle with the fused Vice - a hybrid of wizard and fighter - hadn't been enough to appease the callous Gods of fate. Zanshin - and here Super Buu seemed to rouse himself from his drunken stupor to listen like a whale slowly beaching itself on a lonely bar of sand to sunbathe - had attacked Kid Buu during his brief stint as an actor for the Cattle Prodigy movie. It was here, he explained, that he had met Michael Dunhan, who had been hurt in Zanshin's initial attack. He had absorbed the bloated director in order to boost his own power to fight Zanshin, but it had ended up being permanent.

"So... Dunhan's inside of you?" Violet asked with a slightly puzzled, mostly drunken glance towards his uncovered belly.

"Yes and no," he explained tiredly, rubbing the spot on his stomach as if Violet's eyes had made it unclean. It made him uncomfortable to think about just where Dunhan was. "He's not in there, but he is. He's a part of me now, and he isn't. The way I talk, the things I know, the feelings I can express now... They're all a mixture of he and I. He's attached to me, but I'm also attached to him." He rubbed his head now instead of his tummy. "It's confusing. But it's who I am now, so I just have to live with it. God, I need a martini," he added as an afterthought, looking around hopefully.