The primary story takes place after the defeat of Kid Buu.
Three Generations, Chapter one: Mercy?
"Ninety nine thousand nine hundred thirty three...Ninety nine thousand nine hundred thirty four..." A raspy voicy counted. The source of the voice was strangely alienlike in appearance, looking extremely docile. It was whiter than paper and very small. Like that of a child. Frieza.
"Shut. Up. Frieza." Came a more intelligent voice, which carried a snooty air.
"Got any better ideas to pass the time, cell?" Frieza asked. He let out a roar of frustration and smashed one of the jagged crystals nearby. A very common sight in hell, better known as the Home for Infinate Losers. It was truly a boring life. Unable to create havok under closer inspection, they were doomed to an eternity of boredom. That is until...
"What is that?" Came Babidi's voice.
"What is what?" Frieza asked with an air of annoyance.
"Shut up and listen!" Babidi commanded, and everything went silent. They all listened intently. A faint rumbling at first, then escalading into a full scale quake. Everyone soon fell to their knees for balance as a brightly colored missle fell from the sky, colliding with a massive explosion into a field of the sharp crystals.
"W-What the hell was that?!" Cell asked, stunned.
"Well how would we know that?" Babidi spat. He quickly lifted himself into the air with his powerful telekenetic powers and took off towards to the impact site. What used to be a field of the crystals was now a large crater, dwarfing everything around. Frieza and cell followed.
They stopped a long distance from the smoking object imbedded in the ground.
"What are you waiting for, go check it out!" Frieza commanded, pushing Cell forward toward the smoking mass. He quickly dug his heels into the dirt.
"Not a chance, clown." He responded. After a few seconds of heated debate, they came upon a conclusion.
Using a long stick they procured from shaving down one of the sharp crystals, the trio lifted it carefully and slowly moved it toward the object.
"Careful...caaareful..." Babidi warned as they got closer. When they thought they were just about to make contact.
The stick disentigrated.
"What the..." Babidi said, unable to finish his sentence due to the hand wrapped around his neck. Cell and Frieza, too stunned to speak, examined the scene; Protruding from the smoke was a stretched arm. A...pink...arm.
"Gaah!" Babidi exclaimed as the smoke began to fade. There, standing among the rubble, was Kid Buu. He flashed a toothy grin as he looked intently at Babidi, his former master.
"It's that pink thing that lost to Goku years ago!" Cell exclaimed. Still too stunned to move, they watched as babidi was reeled in like a trout, until finally seeing eye to eye with the pink incarnation of evil. In a flash, Buu erupted into dozens of bright pink tendrils, each wrapping unmercifully around Babidi, pulling him into the center of the tendrils, until they covered him up, condensing back into Kid Buu, who was seemingly unchanged. He stood up to his full height and cracked his neck to the side.
"Much better" He said, a look of contentment about him. He was utilizing Babidi's intelligence to speak.
His voice was scratchy and high-pitched, and not a very welcome sound.
He glared at Cell and Frieza, both dumbstruck at his appearance.
"What, you don't remember me? And now that I am one with my master, I sure remember you." He laughed. Cell and Freiza flinched.
"Oh how good it feels to move again." He sighed, stretching his pink body. "It's been a while...since I last had some candy..." He said, his gaze peircing through the pair. This wasn't good.