Not the greatest work ever but I couldn't take the Buu seriously because of who he reminded me of and well I hated it I don't own Real Ghostbusters. I don't own DBZ, if I did, Goku would have been in the back..a lot more.
Hercule stared into the screen. All that mattered in his world was now the paused cartoon before him. Not the annoyed granddaughter nor the worried pink blob he called Buu.
He wonders why he's never seen it before. It was after all, so obvious. How could he have been so blind all these years to something right in front of him?
The white creature he glared at, the jiggly puffed up body, the antenna like thing on the forehead. It was all so familiar. Had the others known? Was this why some feared and others just found his friend's presence to be welcoming?
What of his own daughter? Surely she would respond to the same as this was her favorite series as a child. Maybe that was why she was so trusting. Maybe they all knew all along and he was just their joke.
Mr. World Champion was so dense he couldn't see it. He could picture his daughter with her punk husband whom, he decided that he wasn't going to like for the week, mocking him, drinking wine in their mansion, which they didn't own. . .yet.
Alas now he could see it and that is what mattered, right? He moved closer to the TV, crawled and placed both hands on either side of the television.
"Grandpa, can we actually watch it now!" His lovely and patient grandchild called out sweetly.
Herclue removed his right hand from the side of the set and poked the screen. It was really the TV, this was now true.
He backed away and rubbed his eyes, something that has always failed in the past but he couldn't stop himself from doing regardless. Old habits never die.
He followed that motion by blinking and more eye rubbing. The screen was unchanged. He closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds. When opened the same image on the screen greeted him. The tests were done, he was not seeing things.
So it was true then. It had to be, he was sure of it. If being sure of something had a taste, his taste buds and tongue would be swimming in that succulent taste right now. He imagined it would taste similar to that of cinnamon.
He mused that they should be getting royalty checks. He heard about his friend's age. Over a thousand years, so obviously he had to have inspired the creation of the creature that was before him.
He also guessed that the person who created this cartoon thought his friend was too simple minded to know of what was owed. Oh how dare they. How dare they take advantage of his friend! The little guy, though he was not so little. This made The Hero, The World Champion inside's blood boil.
He had to take action! He wasn't going to let them win! He puffed out his chest, rolled up his short sleeves and spun around.
"Grandpa, can I watch TV now? I'm sick of staring at the credits!"
" Uh. Oh sure thing Panny!" Before embarking his quest to fight for the little guy, he pressed play on the remote.
"There's something strange in the neighborhood. Who you're gonna call?"
"Ghostbusters!" Pan answered gleefully.
I always thought he'd looked the white ghosty thing in the opening credits of the show. I seriously sang," Real Ghostbusters" every time Buu was on screen during the show.