Day Three: Morning

[Super Buu]

Super Buu shook his head, rage pounding inside it. Groggily, his body pumping with adrenaline, he looked up to see two figures disappear into the trees. Minoshia, that traitorous coward, was making a run for it. ?You bastard!? he screamed, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could. He bent low to the ground as he ran, snatching up the forgotten Ki Pistol from the toppled bag of Goku Junior.

Clutching the weapon in his palms, he threw himself forward into the unknown. I?ll kill him ? I?ll make him pay, that dirty SWINE!

BOOM!

A shockwave of pure energy threw the majin backwards, sending his massive frame hurtling into a nearby tree. Suddenly the world turned white. The tree that was holding him cracked, roots being ripped up by the ground. He was tossed aside like a piece of paper, roaring in rage at his inability to fly.

As quickly as it had begun, the explosion subsided. He heard footsteps from behind, then a voice. ?Fuck ??

Buu opened his eyes, and didn?t believe them. The world around him had been obliterated. The very grass on the ground had been burnt away. Where before he had been surrounded by trees, now there was ? nothing. Nothing could have survived that, surely ?

Getting to his feet, he called out weakly. ?Seventeen.? No response. Suddenly his rage erupted and he screamed, his voice amplifying; ?SEVENTEEN!? He stumbled forward, and felt his foot hit something ? crunchy. He lifted his leg up, and felt all hope leave him.

A single, bloody finger.

The rose-tinted being screamed in rage. Air shot out of the vents on his arms, shoulders and upper body. His leader, his friend, Seventeen, was dead. He couldn?t give a shit about the backstabbing Konat - for all Buu cared he could rot in Hell. But Seventeen had died at the hands of a traitor, avenging a fallen comrade. It wasn?t right!

The majin fell to his knees, and tears of outrage began to flood his black eyes. ?He didn?t deserve to die ? great warriors don?t die ??

The monster was a mess of confusion. Up until now, he?d always assumed that if you tried your best, things would turn out fine. He?d fought the odds and remained alive through the whole competition. But this was different. He didn?t want Seventeen dead!

A single word escaped his lips. ?Why??


OOC: I wasn't sure how you guys would react, so I'm leaving it open. I'll probably get another RP up later as they return to the camp with Goku Jr, if nobody gets that up first.