Day Two: Morning

[Super Buu]

OOC: Just so you know, GJ, the sigged Buu is in his Spiritken form. I really need to have a picture of his short-tailed form in my sig for comparison Oh, and sorry about the length, I don?t think I could have cut it off any earlier.


Super Buu stared at the burning campfire, his mind wandering. He wondered what everyone back at the palace of jade was doing. He hadn?t realised it until he?d left for the tournament, but he?d become, well, accustomed to the place. The familiar routine of waking up in the morning, going down for breakfast and then training ? he?d begun to understand what Lord Vine had meant about structure being sometimes a good thing.

?Vine ?? he muttered under his breath, looking up at the sky. ?He must be watching. I wonder if he?s proud of me for lasting this long, or ashamed for my running away.? His mind cast itself back to Aurilani, and that look of encouragement she?d given him seconds before he?d dropped into the teletube. He drew some strength from it, and resolved to do the best he could, even if it meant his own eventual demise. He had figured out that those who died were not really dead, and wondered what Sixteen and Puar were doing now.

His mind wandered back to Iorek, his reluctant teacher of Metal Binding. During the past few weeks of training Buu had learnt many shapes and forms to use and create, though nothing too advanced as of yet.

?Hm.?

Idly he swung his headtail at a nearby rock, sending a bolt of pink energy careening into it. With a puff of smoke, the rock acquired a shiny glint. Leaning over, he picked it up and inspected it. Nothing too fancy, just scrap metal. His Henka Beam wasn?t that powerful. But it would do for his purposes.

Putting the ?rock? on the ground, Buu shut his eyes, spread out his arms and began to focus. Spreading his ki energy out like waves into the material, he felt his consciousness enter the rock. Then, taking control, he began to manipulate. The metal stretched out, taking a more slender shape as it condensed into a usable form. He focused on that object in his mind that, minutes before the game, he had learnt from Trunks and Goten. That of a sword. But the more he concentrated, the more difficult it seemed to get. He grunted with effort but found the metal quivering against him almost rebelliously, refusing to solidify or take that form.

?What?s ? wrong ??? he grunted, teeth bared in an attempt to tame the material. ?I should be able to do this ?!

That?s when he noticed the warm buzz of the collar around his neck. It was working diligently, the red LED on the front lit up, inhibiting his very abilities. Defeated, he relaxed his mind, allowing the metal to collapse out of the shape he?d been trying to create. Apparently, you weren?t allowed to create weapons in Dante?s Abyss. He was stuck with the ones he had.

Then, to his surprise, he felt something touch his arm. Buu turned quickly and, relieved, noted that it was only the small saiyan child. What does he want? grumbled the pink monster inwardly. A bedtime story?

?Uh, hi,? started the boy. ?My name's Son Goku junior, nice to meet you.? He held out his hand expectantly, looking at the tall monster with interest.

He?s not timid, that?s for sure, thought the puttylike being, with a hint of amusement. Most children would see Majin Buu and assume he was some kind of monster. And to be honest, that was a fairly accurate assumption. Not many people in their lives get to meet face-to-face with gigantic, flamingo-pink humanoids who lack hair, instead harbouring ambiguously-shaped head-tails. But this boy had walked right up to him without the slightest hesitation. He had to admit, he was impressed. He smiled, and took the handshake.

?Super Buu.? Then he stated flatly, ?I?m surprised to see a child competing in the competition. You get here by accident or something??

?No, I signed up by myself,? insisted Goku, making his wide eyes even wider to emphasize the point. ?I entered to prove how strong I was, and to have some fun and adventure.?

?Fun and adventure, eh?? The gigantic humanoid chuckled. ?Sounds to me like you?re in way over your head.?

It took the saiyan youth a second to realise he?d been insulted. ?Hey!? he complained, ?I bet I could beat you!?

?Ohohoho, is that a challenge?? Buu quickly rose to his feet, crossing his arms and spreading to his full height. He circled his shoulders and cracked his neck. ?Are you sure? I?ve been hankering for a fight.?

If the boy was intimidated, he didn?t show it. ?Bring it on!? he yelled, eliciting a groan from the two nearby sleepers.

?Very well.? The rubbery being tried to shrug nonchalantly, but the grin on his face belied his anticipation. ?Let?s step over here.? They walked a few metres away from the fire, onto some dry grass. Buu faced away from his pint-sized companion, who was following with a determined look on his face. Without a second?s delay, it began. The pink monster?s foot tore backwards across the ground and swung upwards, catching his opponent swiftly in the chin.

?Hey, no fair!? exclaimed Goku, stumbling backwards and touching his chin gingerly. ?You didn?t say the fight had started yet!?

?Please,? snorted the majin. ?Did you expect me to bow and shout ?BEGIN?? I just want to see if you?re as strong as you claim.?


OOC: AREYOULOOKINGFORA CHALLEEEEENGEE????!11 [/Stinkoman] Yeah, fights are Buu?s way of saying ?hello?