[PS] VIP Lounge

[Super Buu]

Emerging from the weapons and armour shop, Buu gave a loud yawn, stretching his arms. Smacking his white fangs, he looked around with half-closed eyes. He was back in the VIP Lounge, which was filled to the brim with the other fighters in the competition. It reminded him of back in the Vegeta-sei Rebellion, where all of the defenders had gathered in the palace. But the atmosphere had a subtle difference. Whereas that had been a war, this was just a game. There was a still anticipation in the air, all of the fighters seemingly eyeing each other up for epic melee that was about to commence.

?I?m bored,? the pink monster announced to nobody in particular, simply expecting some kind fellow to come and adhere to his demands. Then, in a lower voice, ?and hungry.? He felt almost tempted to go back into the kebab shop, but he doubted a warm reception would be waiting for him. With a sigh, the colossal monster sat down on a bench, crossing his legs and spreading his arms out wide. If only there was something to do in order to break up the last tense hours before the battle commenced. His eyes scanned the crowd for any familiar faces ?

Don?t know ?em, don?t know ?em, don?t know ?em, Trunks, don?t know ?em ?

?Wait, Trunks?? Buu sat forward, staring at the lavender-haired figure. It had to be him. He even had those round earrings he was wearing before. There was no doubt. ?Trunks!? he hailed, standing up and waving a long, pink arm. It wasn?t long before the saiyan prince noticed the overtly-loud yelling, and turned to find himself face-to-face with the one, the only ?

?Super Buu?? Trunks queried, nearly jumping in fright to see a large, flat-nosed pink face staring at him with beady black-red eyes. ?Is that you??

?How many people do you see that are made out of putty?? the being replied with a smirk. He slapped his hand down on the demi-saiyan?s shoulder. ?How?s it been??

?Oh, the usual, the usual ? kidnapped by Arlians, sent to compete in an intergalactic battle royale ?? he trailed off.

Buu nodded sympathetically, then jerked his head to the raven-haired fighter standing next to them, who had so far remained unspoken. ?Who?s he??

?Uh, my name?s Goten,? said the man, who was apparently taken aback by the pink monster?s strange appearance. He turned to Trunks. ?I take it you know this guy??

?Yeah, we fought alongside during the Vegeta-sei Rebellion,? explained the saiyan prince. In actuality, the two had only spent a short time together, but during that time they had forged a pretty tight-knit duo. ?I gotta say, I didn?t expect to meet him here, though.?

?You know me,? snorted the majin. ?I never miss a good fight. I?ve spent the last month or so training with this guy called Lord Vine, so I jumped at the opportunity to stretch my legs.?

?Vine?!? gasped Trunks. ?I trained with him too! How?s the old codger doing??

?Still a slave-driving bastard,? muttered Buu with more than a hint of contempt. Then he perked up suddenly. ?Hey, if you trained with Vine, does that mean you know Metal Binding too??

?Why, of course,? said the demi-saiyan proudly.

?Metal Binding?? interjected Goten. ?I know Metal Binding.?

?Man, I didn?t know it was so common ?? The rose-tinted being scratched his head, a little put-out. Then, with a tint of curiosity in his voice, he asked; ?I don?t suppose you guys could teach me a little? I?ve pretty much just started, I only know how to make a few things.?

The two half-saiyans looked at each other, then back at Buu. Trunks shrugged his shoulders.

?Why not??