Day One: Early Morning

[Belle Hibiki]

The very first thing that Kid Buu noticed upon teleportation was the silence. It lay thick in the air and seemed to stick to him as he shifted his foot exploringly across the unfamiliar ground. Ordinarily the majin would never have considered such a lack of sound to be anything to worry about, but something in the quality of the nothingness disturbed him for reasons which he couldn't explain.

The very second thing he noticed, five seconds later, was the queasy feeling in his stomach.

The shrouded quiet was suddenly cleaved the sounds of violent hacking. Kid Buu trembled and heaved as he purged the remaining alcohol from his system behind the relative privacy of a nearby bush. As he wiped the back of his thick rubbery hand across his lips a small scowl twisted his lips. Teleportation and alcohol apparently did not mix. He would have to bring that little fact up with the management. If he ever saw them, he thought belatedly. If he lived, another thought chattered inanely as it went racing after the other.

In the absence of vomiting, the night had returned to its previous brooding silence. It stretched on and on, an infinite blackness in all directions. It must have been very late in the night or else early morning. Buu was beginning to wish he had brought along a watch when the reason for his discomfort abruptly slapped him across the face like a two ton punch. He couldn't hear anything.

Even when he found time for peace and quiet on Earth, there was some sort of background noise; the hum of a fan, the near inaudible whirring of a computer's internal propeller, the soft electric buzzing of a lightbulb and the gentle swish swish of motor vehicles passing in the lazy air on the street outside... There was none of that here, and the absence seriously creeped him out.

He reached inside of his bag and felt for his weapon. Clutching it did not make him feel much better, but it was a start. The other members of Civil Unrest were out there in the darkness, he knew that much. With them he would be safe. His thoughts flickered to Super Buu and Violet. Well, sort-of safe, he amended quietly.

Keeping low to the ground, which was easy for him, he began to slowly pick his way through the underbrush, keeping his eyes and ears alert for whoever - or whatever - might be lurking in the darkness...