DA: C Official Sign-Ups and PS Information

[Super Buu]

OOC: Continued from Regeneration.

Standing outside the Nirvana, Supes closed his eyes and took a moment to breathe in the fresh air of Vegeta. All around, the wind billowed, casting red sand up into the sky. The monster had been ?stranded? here for a long time ? ever since that fateful battle with the Red Stallions. But he knew that his time here was up. He had fulfilled his tasks, and now left, not just a better warrior, but a better person.

But there was no more time to waste. Buu opened his eyes and grinned, white fangs gleaming under the unrelenting sun. He could smell battle on the air.

Like a miniature star, the majin?s rose aura blazed into life, and, without another second?s delay, he rocketed into the sky.

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Greg tapped letters into the keyboard furiously, eyes locked into the screen. ?And Samus ? did a somersault ? kicking Ridley square in the nuts. The monster howled in agony ? but ? not before he got a missile to the face!? The boy grinned before starting a new line. ??Pwned!? exclaimed Samus. With her foe defeated, the bounty hunter decided it was time to relax. Removing her helmet and shaking free her glimmering golden locks ?!?

A loud cough interrupted the writer?s spiel, and Greg looked up to see a very impatient-looking pink thing standing above him, rapping his fingers on the top of the monitor. ?Oh, don?t mind me,? it stated dryly. ?Carry on with your story, I can wait.?

?Really??

Just when he thought he was beginning to understand human sarcasm ? Supes shook his head in exasperation. ?No. Sign me up before I miss the competition.? His eyes flitted around the room suspiciously. ?This is where you?re holding Conquest signups, right??

Greg scratched the back of his head, somewhat irked at having his writing interrupted. Sure, he was on duty, but he hadn?t expected anyone to arrive so late, especially not at a tiny station, located in the middle of a desert, on a planet which had just lost a chunk of its population to war. Ah well, he thought. The life of a slacker is chock-a-block with unexpected twists and?

?Hey ?? murmured Buu, scratching his rubbery chin. One brow raised, he flicked a finger at Greg. ?Didn?t I see you at the last D.A.??

?Hm?? The human looked up from his internal monologue. ?Uh ? you might?ve. I was working as a waiter for one of the restaurants. But they promoted me, and now I?m at the signup booths instead.?

Supes glanced around the room, devoid of anything besides the computer and some other assorted machinery. ?Doesn?t seem like much of a promotion to me ??

Greg shrugged. ?I get to write whenever I?m not actually doing work, so it?s not a bad deal.?

The majin?s eyes lit up suddenly. ?Hey, you should write a story about me!?

At this, the human had to hide his grin. ?No offence, but I don?t think anyone?s gonna be interested in reading about a pink guy with a ? something ? protruding from the back of his head.?

Buu twitched, his eyes narrowed. ?Blunt, aren?t we?? He felt a strong urge to teach author-boy some manners, but he was relying on the kid to get him into the competition. He was already late, and it had taken him hours to get enough directions to make his way here. ?Anyway, enough talking. Sign me up, Neckbeard.?

Greg fished out a camera. ?Hold still, lemme take some pictures.? Holding it up, he snapped a few times before replacing it on the desk. ?Alright, now I?m gonna need you to demonstrate your fighting abilities.?

Buu hopped from foot to foot in agitation. ?Do I have to? Can?t you just like, have me punch a meter to test my strength? I really need to get to the competition.?

?Well, alright,? the human sighed. He?d been looking forward to seeing some cool tricks. He gestured vaguely in the direction of a large, souped-up machine in the corner of the room. ?You can use that.?

?Alright!? Buu sauntered over to the machine, rolling his shoulders as he did so. Tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, he pulled back his arm, narrowed his eyes and ?!

WHACK!

The counter whizzed up, hitting the top of the scale before bouncing back down. Buu spun on his heel, flashing a cheesy grin and a thumbs up sign. ?So ? what does the computer say about my power level??

Greg gasped as numbers began to fill his screen. Impossible! ?It ? it ?? He took a step back, knocking his chair over in disbelief. ?It?s over NINE THOUSAAAAAAND!?

?I take it I pass, then?? Supes grinned. Not waiting for an answer, he clenched his fist forward. ?Then let?s get this show on the road. I?ve got a competition to win.?

?R-ri ? right!? stuttered the bewildered human, tapping out a few numbers onto his keyboard.

Buu turned to his right as a tube whirred to life, lit up by neon blue tubes. Above, an LCD screen displayed the words ?DESTINATION: PLANET DANTE?. Stepping over to the teletube, he glanced back momentarily. ?Sayonara!? he shouted, before turning and leaping into the unknown.