Day Three: Afternoon

[Belle Hibiki]

Exhausted, Buu's sleep was thankfully dreamless, deep, and all encompassing. He was not bothered by the occasional jostlings of Super Buu as he was carted around, although his anger at his older counterpart simmered just below ths urface, reawakened in the aftermath of... Of whatever had happened to him.

"What's next, captain?" Violet asked, her voice muffled.

He could only guess that his old self, his true self, had risen to the task. Minoshia's betrayal had demanded murder, and only the majin in Buu could dole it out as swiftly as he needed. It was also possible that the power inside of him had overloaded the comparatively weak bonds inside him, the ones that kept the director attached to his chakras and his brain.

He didn't get much time for reflection in the sleepy state between dreaming and waking before Supes' roar broke through his grogginess like a bomb going off.

?His name didn?t come up! That must mean he survived! I don?t believe it ? MINOSHIA!?

All of a sudden Buu felt himself being lifted up and then, just as abruptly, hurled to the ground with the pack. He landed again on his injured stump as he rolled out from the impact point, and he let out a short yelp of pain as he gripped it, seething in pain and fury as he looked up at the unfolding scene before him.

Super Buu stood against the backdrop of the fading afternoon light, the powerful rays of a dying sun painting him in violent shades of fire and darkness. His head hung bowed over the small electronic device, his eyes intent like the child had never seen before, with Violet standing near him. They had started out as so many...

The shadows seemed to stretch before his eyes, and the pain in his injury faded slowly away. Lonely, stretched thin, their shades mourned their losses even if they did not, and grew with every passing moment, matching the darkness in their hearts. The moment of clarity faded, but left it's impression on him. More than anything else, they couldn't afford to be reduced even more.

"I'm going to find Minoshia, and kill him," Super Buu said fiercely, turning around and beginning to walk away, intent on completing his stated goal.

A small hand tapped him on the shoulder, and he growled before turning around, his eyes blazing. "What the Hell do you-?!" He was cut off as Kid Buu slammed his open palm across the taller majin's cheek with the force of a charging bull, a sharp WHOMP filling the clearing as the child's hand imprinted a deep imprint of itself on Supes' face. The older majin stumbled, surprised at the sudden violence, and opened his mouth to yell again, this time angrier. Before he could, another heavy slap slammed across his features. "What-?!" He managed to get out. "Is your problem?! I'll kill you!"

Kid Buu 'stood' - lower arms in the dirt - with one upper hand raised, as if waiting for his younger brother to make another move before delivering another stinging slap. He paused, lowered the limb, and pointed at Super with an accusing glare. He couldn't communicate with the fool, he thought to himself, but he could at least try. "Neh!"

"... What?"

Kibbles pointed at Super Buu again, stabbing his finger forward before turning on Violet, equally forceful in his finger-jerking with his other hand. Both hands spread out, each pointing at his allies, he brought his hands together and laced his pudgy fingers, cinching them close and balling them into a tight two-handed fist. "Heh!"

Super Buu scowled and looked at Violet, who looked just as puzzled back.

Quelling his growing irritation, he tried another tact. He lifted up nine fingers, presented them to the duo, and slowly began ticking them off, some more viciously than the others, until there were only three solitary digits left. He twisted them together. We need to stay together, he seemed to be saying. He glared at Super Buu particularly hard... Because he, more than anyone else, had the potential to reverse there terrible situation.