Day Three: Afternoon

[Super Buu]

OOC: Consider this for yesterday's thing. I'll probably get up another soon with thoughts on the new rules.


Super Buu cursed, watching in concern as his younger-looking brother collapsed, a single word - ?me? - escaping his rubbery lips.

?Shit!? swore the tall majin, the added stress of his brother?s unconsciousness adding onto Seventeen?s death. Everything was going wrong, too fast for his mind to comprehend. He dropped to his knees, bashing his head against the ground. I?m not a leader ? I can?t be responsible for anyone else ? I can?t handle this, Seventeen!

A hand pulled him swiftly up, followed by a wavering voice. ?Super ? we need to move.?

?Right,? muttered the monster, standing up suddenly, abruptly. ?Move.? Picking up his brother, he began jogging back to camp, saying nothing on the way.

They arrived back at the camp, where the grim sight of Goku?s corpse still lay as if to confirm that the betrayal had happened, and that it hadn?t been just a dream. Buu looked at the corpse and felt a fresh surge of anger rush through his being. Another, lost to low-down dirty deception. He simply couldn?t understand why anyone would resort to something like that. Surely, the whole point of the competition was to test your fighting skills? What gratification could you get from killing someone that way? It went against the whole point of being a warrior!

He roared, anger amplifying his voice and causing it to tremble through the air. He felt only one thing: rage. Buu wanted to get his hands around that Minoshia?s throat and throttle the life out of him, but the bastard was already dead.

?Buu,? said a voice from behind. ?We should bury ? Goku?s body.?

The monster spat, his face screwed up in anger. ?There?s no time. People will be coming - they saw the explosion. We?ll have to leave it.?

?But -?

?There?s no time!? he repeated, not bothering to explain himself. Simply raising his voice was a sufficient persuasive device. He looked over at the boy?s pack and considered taking the supplies, but the water was poisoned. Hell, the food could be too. For all Buu knew, all of their water had been poisoned, and Goku had simply been the unlucky one. Once again, he cursed the cowardice of his ex-ally.

Striding over to his pack, he placed the prone body of his brother inside, hoping he was still alive, but finding his emotions so numb as not to care anymore. Without another word, he shouldered the pack and walked off.