[PS] VIP Lounge

[Super Buu]

?Do you know who I am?? drawled the rose-tinted being, jabbing his finger accusingly at the shop assistant. ?I?m fuckin? Super Buu. That?s Super, with a capital S.?

Buu had been wandering around the ship for some time now, with no real idea of where he was going. He vaguely remembered getting on a ship with Violet and Kid, but after, that everything was a blur. Now he found himself locked in a fierce debate with a shop assistant. He wasn?t exactly sure what he was arguing for, but no doubt the outcome would have dire consequences for the entire ship.

?I don?t know what you?re talking about!? exclaimed the assistant, trying his best to walk away from the titanic monster but finding himself tailed. ?Please, stop following me!?

?I see how it is,? deduced Super Buu, his body swaying with aggression. ?You start fights you can?t finish, and now you wanna run away! Well, I ain?t gonna letcha.?

?Please, sir!? the scrawny man put his hands out defensively. ?You were the one who asked me if I knew who Daeg Waedos is! I don?t know what you want!? He began to break down into tears. ?Don?t kill me, I only work here!?

?Pfft.? The monster?s anger began to seep away at the pathetic sight. ?You ain?t worth the trouble.?

He sauntered away with a confidence part drink-instilled, part innate, and left the shop assistant to sob mercifully on the floor. Buu?s body was full of excess aggression, and, like all drunks, he just needed an outlet. Some goal, however asinine or pointless, that would give him a superficial feeling of accomplishment. It took him about a minute to find it.

?Fuckin? weeeerrr,? he shouted incoherently, eyes half-closed, as he stumbled into a kebab shop. A number of people were already waiting inside, but following a quick glance they all ignored him, avoiding eye contact at any cost. Antisocial twats, thought the majin, feeling his anger boil. He staggered over to the counter, gripping it for support as he stared up at the menu.

?Sir??

Buu had been staring at the menu for about a minute, and so barely heard the voice which tried to wake him from his stupor.

?Excuse me??

?Huh?? The pink monster?s head pivoted, searching for the origin of the noise. Finally he located a man behind the counter, who was looking impatient. ?Can I helep youuu?? he asked, utilising all of his gentlemanly swagger.

?Have you made up your mind yet??

?Uh ? I?ll have a ? fuckin? ? doner ? kafuckin? ? bab ? mate,? managed the intoxicated creature, all the while squinting his eyes at the menu.

?That?ll be 25 zeni.?

Fishing the money out of his stomach with a few loud, hacking coughs, Buu placed it on the counter and sat down at the back. Suddenly his stomach rumbled, and an uneasy feeling of nausea swept over him. Doubling over, a stream of yellow bile spewed out of his mouth like a fountain, all over the floor. Not knowing what to do, he stood up and heaved, the ample contents of his other-worldly stomach becoming apparent to all. People ducked for cover as month-old cake was forced out at 100 miles-per-hour, hitting the walls, ceiling, the counter, everything.

?GET OUT!? screeched the owner, venturing his head out from over the counter and getting a face-full of vomit for his trouble. He spluttered and yelled again; ?OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!?

Berated by a crowd of angry people, Buu was half-pushed half-kicked out of the shop, where he fell around outside hiccupping and belching. Noticing the commotion, a DA official ran up to the pink monster and placed a hand on his back.

?Are you alright there?? he asked, voice filled with genuine concern. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small object that looked much like an inhaler. ?Here, use this.?

After some forceful persuasion, Buu finally accepted the item and brought it to his vomit-coated lips. A sound of escaping gas was emitted, and then suddenly, the pink monster?s eyes opened wide. He jumped to his feet with a level of hyperactivity normally associated with small children, assessing the situation like a mad detective.

?What the heck am I doing?? he asked, staring at himself like he was some kind of pink alien.

?It looked like you were drunk,? observed the suited man, an understanding smile on his face. ?We can?t have that during the competition.?

Buu gasped and hit his fists together in realisation. ?Those bastards! What did they give me? Poison? I?m going to kill Kid! I bet he did this on purpose just to get back at me for Zanshin chasing him.? The memories of the night flooded back to him, and he shook his head in fury. Placing a hand on the official?s shoulder, he spoke once more; ?thanks for that.?

?No problem,? chuckled the man. ?You dropped your bag, though ??

The hulking majin looked around to see a bag on the floor with his name on it, and the number 19. He didn?t remember being given it, but he didn?t see who else it could belong to. Snatching it up, he inspected the contents.

?Bread, water, a map, compass, scouter, and ? a porno mag?!?

The suit-clad official snickered. ?Looks like you were one of the unlucky ones. Hey, at least you?ll have something to keep you busy on the island ??

?Don?t be disgusting!? exclaimed Buu, hitting the man over the head with the magazine. ?What use have I got for pictures of naked humans?? He sighed. ?Well, I?d better get going.?

?You might wanna wipe your face first ??

?Oh yeah ?? The hulking majin brushed the orange gristle coating his mouth with an air of distaste. ?I?d better find a bathroom or something. Seeya!?

The pink monster ran off into the toilets, slamming the door shut behind him. About 15 minutes later he emerged, slightly less vomit-encrusted. ?Now then,? he murmured. ?Let?s see if I can?t find something to do whilst I?m here.?