Reproba Paciscor
by Moonraker One

A/N: Ok, this story is kind of a crossover between DBZ and Teen Titans. Kind of in that it only involves certain aspects of DBZ and is mostly set in Teen Titans animated series. Yes, the title is Latin.

CHAPTER ONE

He had only wanted to go out for some air.

Instead, he found himself limping into a familiar bar in one of the darkest parts of Jump City's lower section. The place had a notorious habit of being incredibly hard to find—good thing, because it enabled them not to have to check for identification. If a bouncer had tried to stop Dick Grayson—known as Robin of the Teen Titans—he would have had to get violent. Not that he probably still wouldn't, this didn't become known as a seedy dive by being nice and friendly, but at least everyone present knew he wasn't a normal teenager who'd wandered into a bar underage. He had a few nasty cuts and scrapes he'd have to deal with on his way home, but right now, he had more important things on his mind. The clientèle seemed to recognize such a problem, as most of them cleared out at the familiar sight of the teenager in his leather jacket, black jeans, and aviator sunglasses. The last time he'd been in this mood, they hadn't cleared out; he quickly showed them their mistake.

"So, you've come back to this part of the city again, mister Richards," the bartender uttered. He knew the kid was Robin—the face looked too familiar for him not to be—but if he were to reveal the kid's identity, there'd be a severe ass-kicking. "Why do you come here, anyway? There are other places in the city where underage drinking is allowed."

Robin didn't look up from the golden liquid in front of him. "I got the hell beaten out of me by a series of nasty cybernetic assassins sent by Slade," he explained, "and I really don't like having to journey too far from my home."

The bartender learned to avoid questioning motives. If a superhero were to engage in underage drinking, it must mean that he seriously had to deal with issues. This time, though, he decided to implore. What harm, he figured, could be done? "I can't imagine how you deal with being the leader of those 'Teen Titans,' kid," the middle aged man pushed. "All of them have powers beyond what you could ever do, and yet you keep them in line."

Any other day, Robin would have vehemently defended his friends, spewing an excuse about friendship and trust, but this time, he'd had his doubts. He felt mildly bad about it, but it was the truth. "You're right about the difficult part." He looked up, taking off his sunglasses. Such a rare occasion warranted a weird look from the man behind the bar. "I just want to go for an evening stroll, and I get jumped on a main street by a bunch of people more machine than man. Any of the others would have just punched through them easily. Me? I have to use my martial arts skills against machines." He took a drink. It tasted somewhat nasty, but it soothed his mind. He finished his drink then leaned back.

"You want another?"

Robin shook his head. "No, I don't want the others to know I do this." He scratched his head as he slipped his sunglasses back on. "I know I should be grateful. I wouldn't be who I am today without my friends." He held his aching ribs. "But there are just sometimes I wish I had real powers." He pulled himself to a standing position, his bones screaming at him in the process. He clenched his teeth and gripped the bar with force to hold in the pain. "See you some other time." The door seemed slightly harder to push open then usual, as his arm strength had been greatly reduced. Raven would have to heal him when he got home.

Outside, he held his coat tighter around his torso. The wind howled, aching his sore flesh. Slowly he headed out of the alley, hearing the sound of broken glass ahead of him, and footsteps. He rolled his eyes. "Guys, if you're stealing, I'd really appreciate not having to beat you up," he warned. He heard some calls to scram, and dashing. A few klinks indicated something had been dropped. He found it not far from the entrance to the alley. Upon closer inspection, it had the appearance of a strange, jagged object. It fit snugly in the palm of his hand, and he looked up; the pawn shop window had a stand, tipped over, that looked as though it held such an object. As he went to replace it, he heard a loud sound akin to a laser, followed immediately by a loud bang. God dammit, he thought. Not again. He ambled towards the source.

He stopped almost at once when he saw the flash of light deposit the most unusual figure just inside the alley. The distortion of space warped light around a hole through which brilliant light shone, creating a ripple effect in the air around it. It lasted only long enough for the figure to fall to the ground, and it at once collapsed on itself. Robin forgot for a brief instant that he had been out to partake of alcohol illegally, as his mind wrapped itself around the idea of the being in his presence. The figure couldn't be taller than four feet eight inches in height, had a pair of white baggy pants with no shirt and a misshapen M on the belt buckle, and a single antenna on the top of its bald head. These features paled in comparison to the skin—a strong shade of pink—and the small holes that surrounded the antenna and went longitudinally down the arms and near the spine. But outside of that, it had two legs and two arms, and looked like a child.

"Hey, are you ok...whoever you are?" Robin attempted to awaken the strange being.

He wouldn't have much of a chance to talk, though.

You have a desire, dear Grayson, a voice from the object in his hand bellowed, and far be it from me to disappoint! The moment the voice ended, a reddish glow shot out of his slightly closed hand. The artifact burned moderately, but he found himself unable to release it from his grasp, as if pushed by external force. A surge of energy—orangish in color but yet hot and cold simultaneously—blast through both the strange being and Robin. His vision went dark as he found his strength vanishing, ebbing away like blood seeping through a wound.

"Robin?"

"Uggh, let me sleep..."

"Are you ok?"

"Who's bothering me?"

"Dude! You need to get up!"

The last one startled him awake. He saw the other Titans standing over his bed. He quickly took inventory. All his parts seemed in the right spot. His leather jacket still covered his outfit, his glasses still on his head, and his body seemed the same. He felt his head and his body to make sure of that. He shook his head. "What happened, you guys? I remember I was out, and..."

Raven interrupted. "Apparently, you were out most of the night," she explained. "Right about an hour ago, the entire tower shook, and there you were, right in your room. Something sent you through a portal here." She folded her arms. This would require a deeper looking into; what would Robin be doing by himself that would result in him being teleported exactly to his room?

Beast Boy started teasing his team leader. "So, were you having a hot date with some super powered chick?" He jerked forward and leaned on Robin's chest. "You're quite the dog, Robin!" He turned into a dog for effect. Starfire shot a nasty glare Robin's way just for a moment.

This angered the young former detective. "Come on, get off my case, Beast Boy!" He intended to give a simple push to free himself from the grasp of his green comrade, but his simple jostle resulted in the shape shifter being launched across the room and hitting the wall with a crash. Robin examined his hand. "What the heck?"

"Man, what's with the super strength?" Cyborg shot, confused.

"Perhaps I've an answer," Raven answered. She turned her attention to her team leader. "Robin, your aura has been very strange since you appeared. Before I could see the shallow depths of your chi; now I see a virtually limitless pool of power housed inside you."

Beast Boy got his bearings straight. "Chee? What is that? Is that like some kind of cat food?"

He got a glare from Raven. "No, it's the life energy that all living things have. Whatever you were doing, you've gotten a lot more powerful. Plus, I can see chaotic black magics coursing through every part of your body."

Starfire approached, worried. "Is Robin possessed by the Trigon? If he has as much power as you speak of, can there be another explanation?"

The other Titans could see the otherwise stoic half demon shudder. "No, my father pales in comparison to this. This is magic I don't think Doctor Fate has seen."

Robin thought of the artifact. "Come to think of it, I did stop this pawn shop robbery, and this strange being appears in an alley and right after this thing I found glows...wait! What happened? It was right here!" He fumbled through his pockets. "I swear I had it right here in my hand!" He grasped his chin for a moment. "Maybe I got this other being's power. He did seem to appear out of a portal."

"Well," Cyborg defended, "at least the power went to Robin, and not some bad guy."

Raven looked over at him. "Can we have a slightly less ignorant attitude here? A dramatic power shift of any kind has dangerous potential."

Robin didn't wait for any more discussion. He stood up and took off his jacket and glasses, adjusting his eye mask and costume. "Where are you going?" Starfire inquired.

He grinned. "If I have powers now, I have to learn how to use them, right?"

On the other side of town, a short figure dashed through the alleys of the darker side of Jump City. He managed to get assaulted several times by various criminals, and he found his way through a trash-infested back alley where he found a trio of unruly looking teenagers waiting for him. This is crazy! I am Majin Buu, the strongest in the universe! How can they just hurt me? His thoughts raced. It made no sense to him. He had just died fighting a mighty warrior, only to appear in this new place and lose all his power. The teenagers surrounded him.

"Where are you going, little boy?" the center teen mocked.

The kid put up his fists. "You leave Buu alone!"

The others laughed. "Boo?" shouted a fat-looking gang member. "Are you trying to scare us, little boy? Go cry to your mommy!"

The first kick nearly broke his ribs. A sharp second dropped him to the pavement, his cut skin meeting with muddy water in a puddle. Several more kicks from all sides caused him pain. He began to cry. "Someone help Buu!" His pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Hey, let's see if this kid has anything on him worth any money...AAAaaahhhh!" The teen cupped his ears in pain as a shrill sound echoed through his head. The others looked in confusion as they could not hear, but they heard it soon and fell to the ground in agony. It had the unpleasantness of a million electric drills revving at once, and the loudness of a jet engine. Buu saw them collapse, yet found himself unaffected. He wasn't stupid; he stood and ran as quick as he could. He grasped at his chest, feeling his bones rub against each other. Still, he didn't know exactly how long his foes would be incapacitated, so he dared not stop running. Even with his breaths difficult, he forced himself on.

A hand pulled him around the corner of a building. He whirled to face his latest threat, and saw a young girl. She had a pair of jeans and a white shirt on with a strange medallion around her neck. She wore sunglasses and carried a white stick with a ball at its tip. He regarded her with confusion. "Who you?"

She smiled. "My name is Jennifer Cormier," she introduced. "I sensed you had a strange aura, and those guys were attacking you. I couldn't allow that." She reached out and felt his chest, his face, and hair. "You're a unique fellow. You must be young. What is your name?"

"Me Buu," he replied. I hope she doesn't find out about my past and hurt me, he thought. Who knows how she might react, and I can't defend myself without my powers. He swallowed hard.

She touched each of his temples. "This'll only take a moment, Buu. I hate to intrude on your privacy, but I want to know." She penetrated the basics of his mind and saw into his deep memories. In a few instants, her spirit stood in a strange world, surrounded by countless children at a school far from Earth. These people looked human save for a few strange features. Her friend, Buu, walked solemnly along the edge of a playground. His cloth pants and red shirt stained slightly. His brownish hair looked wet in places. A series of bullies had just had their way with him, pushing him around. He evaded any further attacks while he walked home. As he moved on, the strangest of figures beckoned to him.

This being stood even shorter than the diminutive Buu. This...thing, which could be best described as a bipedal insect with two arms. It stood only two feet tall, and had a cloaked hood and a strange M symbol on the outfit. His voice was an annoying shrill. "You! I know you've been suffering," he offered, "let me help you out. What's your name, child?"

Buu regarded him suspiciously. "My name Otal Monruu," he answered, "and what you do to help?"

This creature bowed, which only seemed to look creepy. "I am Bibidi," the creature replied, "and I could give you the power to defeat these bullies."

The memories fast-forwarded to about three hours later. Otal stood in the center of a dark room, while the creature chanted a series of magic words over and over. The child's body writhed in pain, as pink coloration slowly crawled over the entire expanse of his body. His hair went away, replaced by steam holes and an antenna. His tiny body boiled with power beyond even Bibidi's imagination. "My perfect spell has succeeded! You, Otal, are my greatest creation!"

But with pink fists clenched, the boy disagreed, his now blackened eyes with red irises contorted in anger. "Otal Monruu dead," he beckoned, in a high-pitched screech of twisted rage. "Me...Majin Buu."

The memories sped ahead again. Images of bloodlust and random butchery as energy beams incinerated cities, then continents, and finally, the image of entire planets disappearing into dust. The screams and death seemed limitless. His mind had so much anger to take out, that all the blood in the universe wouldn't be enough spilled. Jennifer found herself forced out of his mind by the overwhelming magnitude of it. She stood agape in his presence. "I...I really don't know what to say, Monruu," she stuttered, "you...you're...quite..."

He lowered his head in shame. "Say it," he uttered, "I murderer. Monruu my original name; haven't heard it in long time." He wiped tears from his eyes. You know, it's a shame, he thought. This is the first time I've thought clearly in my life, free of the anger, and I've already alienated the only friend I ever made. He began to cry more intensely. "Thank you, for saving me. People hurt me for way I look and talk. My own parents, call me 'failure.' So I get power, kill them."

"If you really think about it," she surprised him with, "most of what happened is Bibidi playing off of your emotions." She pushed his chin up. She cleared her throat. She still felt slightly terrified of his past, but his present was a different story. It could prove to be a turning point. "Let me take you back to my house. I'll get you some food."

Buu moved her glasses and held his hand up to her eyes, then frowned when it hit him. "Me stupid...not have powers. If had powers, could have healed eyes."

She smiled. "I appreciate the gesture all the same. You don't need power to be amazing. I have my psychic powers, but I only use them when I have to."

He grabbed her arm. "At least let Buu be your eyes," he offered.

"I'll take you up on that." She had a concern. "So you got sent here when you died?"

"Seems so. Buu die for sins, get punished." He thought of his words carefully, then reaffirmed himself. "Meeting you, not part of punishment."

Back at Titans Tower, a group of friends ate breakfast while their leader sat locked in a training room. An uncomfortable silence hung like a cloud over the room. Each waited for someone else to break it. The glances between them told the tale of confusion that each had felt over the last several hours. Starfire held the most concern, as she cared for Robin in a far deeper way than any of the others could imagine. Raven focused mainly on the nature of the scenario rather than her friend being the source of it, and the boys mostly just kept to themselves about it. Everyone's hope came true when a slow creaking indicated that Robin had finished in the training room.

"So," Raven implored, "did you get a better grasp of your powers?"

Robin clenched his fists with a grin on his face. "I think I've got it all under control," he admitted, "and I think I know exactly how to test them out." He pointed his finger at a plate of food set out for him, and Starfire's inedible concoction transformed into a full bacon-and-eggs breakfast. "After I get done eating, we're going on a little 'cleanup' detail."

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow; he didn't particularly find the use of words appealing. "What do you mean, 'cleanup' detail?" He shoveled down the strange colored amorphous substance on his plate.

The team leader floated over to the table, demonstrating his power further. "Before, because I could only do so much," he explained, "we'd wait for something to happen. We'd leave stones unturned, because there's simply too much to do normally." His expression got more serious rapidly. "Not anymore. We're going to chase the scum back to their hideouts and get them where they stand." He regarded the technologically gifted Victor Stone. "Cyborg! Get a list of all our bad guy friends with outstanding warrants, and check the police scanners." He looked at Raven. "Raven! I want you to use your telepathic powers to track down the baddies' exact locations so we don't have much searching to do." He finally turned his attention to his alien friend. "Starfire, since Cyborg can't fly, I'll need you to carry him. Get ready, Titans! We're cleaning the city up!"