Day Three: Afternoon

[Super Buu]

Gradually, Buu? anger following the aftermath of Seventeen?s death had simmered down. He was still bubbling inside, but on the surface he simply looked agitated. It didn?t reflect the rage that lay dormant within, however, ready to burst at any moment.

?Good afternoon, everybody!? came the now-familiar voice of Karl, resonating across the island. ?I'm sure you all heard the huge explosion earlier. Turns out one of the weapons gave quite a bang, eh?

Here are the fallen warriors:

#02 Goku Jr
#04 Hasky
#13 Android 17

Now, the danger zones ??

Buu didn?t hear the rest of the announcement. The pores on his head began to whistle, and just like that, steam began to pour out. He roared aloud; ?what about Minoshia!??

No answer. The speech carried on, uninterrupted. ?The rule is simple. If someone isn't dead every 12 hours ??

The rubbery monster paced, his red eyes ready to burn holes in the next person to look at him. He spoke, seemingly to himself. ?His name didn?t come up! That must mean he survived! I don?t believe it ? MINOSHIA!?

The rage had returned full force. Kid Buu, who had settled in his brother?s backpack, began to grumble weakly against the agitated movement. With only one leg, he found it difficult to jump out, and with no voice to complain with, he was stuck with shrill shrieks to get the point across. The younger-looking majin?s plight was a perfect metaphor for the disconnected mess that his taller counterpart?s mind was becoming. Super Buu should have felt sadness, remorse at the loss of his friends. Instead he only felt anger towards the one who had taken their lives. Throwing his bag to the ground - brother and all - the majin began to rifle through the contents.

?Minoshia is alive?? Violet seemed in disbelief herself. If anyone could have lived through that blast, then the state they must be in would be worse than death. Then she turned to her companion, face mingled with curiosity and concern. ?What are you doing??

?I?m going to find Minoshia, and kill him.?

The girl looked confused. ?How??

As if to answer her question, Super emerged with what seemed to be a PDA. He clicked the switch into the ?on? position and began to stare at its screen intently, twiddling with the dials on the side. Several dots seemed to be marked around a perfect replica of the map, marking all the locations of the remaining fighters. He stood up, shouldered his pack and began to walk. Words were for humans.