05-27-2006, 08:20 PM
How long does it take these young people to neck, anyways? Kid Buu wondered. He looked in the direction that Super Buu and Violet had disappeared off to and grimaced. Them and their drama, he thought scathingly. He allowed his eyes to drift away from the last location of the vanishing Super Buu and Violet. While they were off dealing with their childish love issues, the rest of the group was stranded. Maybe that was their plan, after all, to run and let Buu and the others take the fall from some unknown force...
He arrested that train of thought and muttered a soft, just audible curse. He was letting himself get worked up into a paranoia, and it wasn't even the end of the first day yet!
It was all that man's doing, Dunhan's, and suddenly his presence in Buu's mind and heart was repulsive. Buu wanted the fat man out of his system, out of his head; human fears had no place in the heart and soul of a puttalin warrior. They were the true immortals, full of limitless powers that never ceased. Violet, and the others, they grew old, they withered, they died, but the Buu's would live on.
His eyes moved over the others in the group as he sat in his rock, a loose sheaf of paper balanced on one knee. He lifted a piece of bark from the ground and incinerated it into charcoal with a sharp blast of ki. He lowered the tip down to the map of the island and began to scribble, marking down danger zones as well as positions. Occasionally one of the group would look over his shoulder and nod or make some comment, but Buu paid them no heed. Map-making for him wasn't so much a philanthropic act for everyone's benefit, but a way to keep him occupied. As he scribbled down the names of the others and marked some off on the copious list, he waited for the others to return...
He arrested that train of thought and muttered a soft, just audible curse. He was letting himself get worked up into a paranoia, and it wasn't even the end of the first day yet!
It was all that man's doing, Dunhan's, and suddenly his presence in Buu's mind and heart was repulsive. Buu wanted the fat man out of his system, out of his head; human fears had no place in the heart and soul of a puttalin warrior. They were the true immortals, full of limitless powers that never ceased. Violet, and the others, they grew old, they withered, they died, but the Buu's would live on.
His eyes moved over the others in the group as he sat in his rock, a loose sheaf of paper balanced on one knee. He lifted a piece of bark from the ground and incinerated it into charcoal with a sharp blast of ki. He lowered the tip down to the map of the island and began to scribble, marking down danger zones as well as positions. Occasionally one of the group would look over his shoulder and nod or make some comment, but Buu paid them no heed. Map-making for him wasn't so much a philanthropic act for everyone's benefit, but a way to keep him occupied. As he scribbled down the names of the others and marked some off on the copious list, he waited for the others to return...
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