Elimination Exit

[Super Buu]

What was left of Buu was boiling. Not boiling in the human sense ? no, he was actually boiling. The small lump of puttalin bubbled and seethed, overflowing from its container. No mercy or kindness this time ? he?d been betrayed by his own complacence.

A fist formed out of the gunk, striking out and punching a nearby object. It didn?t matter. All that mattered now was that he pulled himself out of this slump, got stronger. The hand uncurled and grabbed at the ground, almost pulling more of the body out of nowhere. A string of puttalin fell from the construct?s mouth.

?I will ? stand ? up.?

Brown boots began to shiver into existance, and Buu pushed against his knees only to collapse into a pool of himself. He tried to curse, but his mouth was lost. So again, he tried to stand up.

This time his body took on a more solid form. He rose, and struggled to one foot. As he felt himself beginning to slip again, the golem?s hand shot out and snatched at an overhanging beam to support himself. But the limb simply snapped like a string of saliva, and he fell once again to meet himself at the floor.

It was infuriating. He wanted to go back ? to fix things. If they had just stayed where they?d been instead of moving ? If Buu had just kept to himself, things would have been okay. But that wasn?t an option.

He?d fucked up, there was no going back. Now he had to deal with the consequences. Pull himself up and not make the same mistakes next time. He had to discard the things which had held him back ? friendship, for example.

Over the past few months, he?d drifted from all his former companions. Civil Unrest, as far as he could tell, was no more. Sixteen, Puar, Kirano, Piccolo (or was it Thirteen?), Violet, Kid ? Sure, he?d missed them, but he?d been fine without them. But when Seventeen showed up, his reaction had been involuntary. He?d had no plans to meet up with his former ally, but it had happened anyway. Whenever they met, they joined together. It was like an unspoken agreement.

Well ? that was that. He was Super Majin Buu: the ultimate creation of the master wizard Bibidi. He needed nobody else. Whilst he was here, brewing in defeat, Seventeen was still out there winning the game.

Weak ? weak ? weak ?

?NOOOOO!? Buu exploded from his remains, like a phoenix being reborn from the ashes. ?ENOUGH! I WILL. NOT. BE. MADE. A. FOOL OF!?

As the golem?s fist smashed into a nearby monitor, the lights went red ? indicating that security were on their way. Buu ignored the pain of the electricity that coursed through his hand and across his arm. It didn?t matter ? it was just one more power than Seventeen didn?t have. Guns clicked, and the construct turned.

?Put your hands behind your head!? came the authoritative tone of the guard. The voice sounded like it had been ripped straight from a badly-narrated police videos documentary.

Buu grinned. ?Sure thing.? Placing his rubbery digits on the back of his pink cranium, he nodded.

That was when four tentacles burst from the chest of the monster. The screams of the guards were cut off, sometimes literally, as the limbs began to wreak havoc. Throats were crushed, stomachs were pierced. All the while, the originator of the destruction ambled through with a look of utter nonchalance on his face. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Remorse was for the weak.

Another platoon rounded a corner, and Buu allowed the tentacles to return back into his body. He grunted and clicked his shoulders before speaking. ?Whadda you want??

?Return to the designated area and wait to be teleported back to your signup location!?

?Screw that,? snorted the monster. ?I want you to rig your teleporters to send me to King Kai?s planet. Don?t make me force you.?

The response was clear. Bullets riddled the monster?s body, up and down. After almost a minute, they finally stopped. The corridor was silent, except for the uneasy breathing of the security platoon.

Buu laughed, and let one word escape his lips: ?Thanks.?

Eyes widened in disbelief as the monster began to regenerate his wounds. But what was more strange was what was happening to the bullets. One by one, they were joining, like two daisy-chains of ammunition. As they rose and attached themselves to Buu?s wrists, the ends sharpened into twin blades of blackened metal.

Supes started to swing, and the guards turned to run. But one was faster.

The weapons cut into the guard platoon, reducing them to ribbons in a flash of metal. Buu strode through the red mist, intent on reaching his destination.

And that was when the stasis grenade hit him. ?What the hell?!? barked Super, discarding his weapons to push against the sides of the field. ?Release me!?

?I?m afraid we can?t do that,? murmured a man from outside of the forcefield. He twirled the lock of hair that still hung to his scalp before turning to address someone else. ?Pack him up. Send him to Earth ? they?ll know how to deal with him.?

?What?!? Buu?s fists crashed against the sides of the field. ?I?ll destroy you, mortal! You are nothing compared to me! NOTHING!?

?I?m sure,? snickered the man. ?Have a nice trip.?

Buu watched helplessly as a guard approached, carrying what appeared to be a large rifle. This time, the electricity did matter. Thousands of volts coursed through the monster?s body, and his consciousness gave way to bright light.