A/N: The first chapter had no dialogue in it, as it was merely a synopsis
of what had happened up to the point the actual story starts. It is in this
chapter where dialogue is used and where the story starts. You know
practically everything that you need to know in order to understand this
story, that is, provided you've seen the Buu Saga and you've read the
synopsis. I still don't believe in flaunting fancy disclaimers, or even non-
fancy ones. Disclaimers are as pointless on a fanfiction as the surgeon
general's warning on a pack of cigarettes is. =)
The dangerous duo, Buu and Cranberry, sauntered on through the filthy wreckage of the recently annihilated city. Empty cities were completely boring to them, as there was no-one left to viciously slaughter. And destroying buildings? Nah. They weren't like the androids; they didn't have a scoring system for killing people and destroying buildings. Eradication to them wasn't a game, it was a living. They loved doing is so much that if someone were to offer them money for their deeds, they would've declined the offer.
The city that now lay in ruins was Satan City, the very city everyone's frickin' hero Mr.Satan and his little induces-destructive- tendencies-in-me (A/N: The mere mention of her name really does induce destructive tendencies in me) daughter lived. I'd say that Buu and Cranberry did a good thing by mopping up the mildew of this planet. They are the janitors of the universe, cleaning up the feces left behind by mankind. How kind of them.
Buu yawned. Although he was thousands of years old and he appeared to be a fully grown whatever-he-was, he was still essentially a child. He needed food and rest just as any child would need. Just about the only thing he didn't need was love and friendship. Then again, he had a friend.
It seems out-of-character for Buu to be friendly, to laugh happily, or to even enjoy the company of another, but it is necessary for you to remember that Cranberry had been with him through EVERYTHING he had been through, be it in the flesh or in his mind. He had the same feelings towards her as one might have towards his or her own mother. The difference is in the fact that she was not his mother and he knew this and he never treated her like a mother. In the same respect, Cranberry never treated him as a son. They were merely the best of friends. Yes, even evil can have friends, their intentions just have to be the same. Evil can especially have friends if the friend is spawned from the evil itself.
Ever since the change from fat to skinny, Buu had completely dwarfed his friend. She had to tilt her head at an uncomfortable angle just to look him in the face. So most of the time she just hovered about a foot off the ground to be at least somewhat at eye-level with Buu.
Buu yawned again, brining his hand to his mouth as he did so. Then he dropped his arm back to his side and paused in his steps to stretch. Cranberry stopped and hovered in front of him, her disturbing glare set on his face.
"Tired, Buu buddy?" she curiously asked, her cool, almost-toneless voice chilling the air around her to ice. It didn't faze Buu in the slightest; he was, after all, the one who had practically given her her voice.
"Yes." he plainly answered, in an equally cold, emotionless tone. He stretched again and sat down on the ground, Indian style. Cranberry followed, sitting down in front of him.
"We have been killing all day...maybe we should take just a tiny nap to recharge ourselves. Then we can have more fun when we wake back up." she said as Buu closed his eyes, nodding in agreement at what she was saying.
In an instant, Buu was fast asleep, silently drawing in paced breaths and pushing them back out. Cranberry smirked a bit and fell back onto the cement of the deserted city. They were in the middle of a boulevard when they decided to rest. After a moment, she too was sleeping.
Cranberry dreamt about mountains made of bloody meat; Buu dreamt about mountains made of sprinkle-covered chocolate. Only a mere half an hour passed when Buu began to stir and awoke. He opened his eyes. The first thing that came into view was his crossed legs and his arms resting on them. Then his eyes snaked up to where he saw Cranberry on the ground just before him. His eyes stayed there, on her face
He thought about when he first "met" her, all those thousands of years ago. He remembered the girl that contributed to the appearance of his best friend. He remembered all the conversations they had and the games they played while he was trapped inside of the egg. He remembered every killing spree they had ever gone on together and mentally smiled at the happy times.
He jerked his eyes away and pretended to be just waking up when Cranberry's eyes opened at looked right at him. She growled a bit and sat up, stretching and yawning and rubbing her eyes. Buu did the same.
"Are you rested up, Buu buddy?" she asked, pushing herself to her feet, cracking her knuckles.
"Yes." he answered, following suit. He looked curiously at her. "Why did you growl?"
Cranberry lifted off the ground and hovered just in front of him, staring back at him. "I'm hungry." She took her eyes off him to look around, unblinking. "Let's get something to eat first. Then we can go back to having fun."
"Okay." Buu agreed and followed her as she floated off in the direction of another city.
Once they arrived there, panicked people began to flood the streets as they fled for their miserable little lives. Buu and Cranberry exchanged evil grins and nodded to each other. Buu began turning people into sweets; Cranberry pounced on the others, ripping their necks open with her fangs. The streets seemed to be paved with rubies after she finished.
The two sat in this city for the remainder of the day, eating their fill and then some.
A/N: You're still here?? WOW!! I can't believe it! You're awesome if you've managed through the synopsis AND the first chapter!! Please do read the next chapter, and continue to enjoy/not-enjoy this story.
The dangerous duo, Buu and Cranberry, sauntered on through the filthy wreckage of the recently annihilated city. Empty cities were completely boring to them, as there was no-one left to viciously slaughter. And destroying buildings? Nah. They weren't like the androids; they didn't have a scoring system for killing people and destroying buildings. Eradication to them wasn't a game, it was a living. They loved doing is so much that if someone were to offer them money for their deeds, they would've declined the offer.
The city that now lay in ruins was Satan City, the very city everyone's frickin' hero Mr.Satan and his little induces-destructive- tendencies-in-me (A/N: The mere mention of her name really does induce destructive tendencies in me) daughter lived. I'd say that Buu and Cranberry did a good thing by mopping up the mildew of this planet. They are the janitors of the universe, cleaning up the feces left behind by mankind. How kind of them.
Buu yawned. Although he was thousands of years old and he appeared to be a fully grown whatever-he-was, he was still essentially a child. He needed food and rest just as any child would need. Just about the only thing he didn't need was love and friendship. Then again, he had a friend.
It seems out-of-character for Buu to be friendly, to laugh happily, or to even enjoy the company of another, but it is necessary for you to remember that Cranberry had been with him through EVERYTHING he had been through, be it in the flesh or in his mind. He had the same feelings towards her as one might have towards his or her own mother. The difference is in the fact that she was not his mother and he knew this and he never treated her like a mother. In the same respect, Cranberry never treated him as a son. They were merely the best of friends. Yes, even evil can have friends, their intentions just have to be the same. Evil can especially have friends if the friend is spawned from the evil itself.
Ever since the change from fat to skinny, Buu had completely dwarfed his friend. She had to tilt her head at an uncomfortable angle just to look him in the face. So most of the time she just hovered about a foot off the ground to be at least somewhat at eye-level with Buu.
Buu yawned again, brining his hand to his mouth as he did so. Then he dropped his arm back to his side and paused in his steps to stretch. Cranberry stopped and hovered in front of him, her disturbing glare set on his face.
"Tired, Buu buddy?" she curiously asked, her cool, almost-toneless voice chilling the air around her to ice. It didn't faze Buu in the slightest; he was, after all, the one who had practically given her her voice.
"Yes." he plainly answered, in an equally cold, emotionless tone. He stretched again and sat down on the ground, Indian style. Cranberry followed, sitting down in front of him.
"We have been killing all day...maybe we should take just a tiny nap to recharge ourselves. Then we can have more fun when we wake back up." she said as Buu closed his eyes, nodding in agreement at what she was saying.
In an instant, Buu was fast asleep, silently drawing in paced breaths and pushing them back out. Cranberry smirked a bit and fell back onto the cement of the deserted city. They were in the middle of a boulevard when they decided to rest. After a moment, she too was sleeping.
Cranberry dreamt about mountains made of bloody meat; Buu dreamt about mountains made of sprinkle-covered chocolate. Only a mere half an hour passed when Buu began to stir and awoke. He opened his eyes. The first thing that came into view was his crossed legs and his arms resting on them. Then his eyes snaked up to where he saw Cranberry on the ground just before him. His eyes stayed there, on her face
He thought about when he first "met" her, all those thousands of years ago. He remembered the girl that contributed to the appearance of his best friend. He remembered all the conversations they had and the games they played while he was trapped inside of the egg. He remembered every killing spree they had ever gone on together and mentally smiled at the happy times.
He jerked his eyes away and pretended to be just waking up when Cranberry's eyes opened at looked right at him. She growled a bit and sat up, stretching and yawning and rubbing her eyes. Buu did the same.
"Are you rested up, Buu buddy?" she asked, pushing herself to her feet, cracking her knuckles.
"Yes." he answered, following suit. He looked curiously at her. "Why did you growl?"
Cranberry lifted off the ground and hovered just in front of him, staring back at him. "I'm hungry." She took her eyes off him to look around, unblinking. "Let's get something to eat first. Then we can go back to having fun."
"Okay." Buu agreed and followed her as she floated off in the direction of another city.
Once they arrived there, panicked people began to flood the streets as they fled for their miserable little lives. Buu and Cranberry exchanged evil grins and nodded to each other. Buu began turning people into sweets; Cranberry pounced on the others, ripping their necks open with her fangs. The streets seemed to be paved with rubies after she finished.
The two sat in this city for the remainder of the day, eating their fill and then some.
A/N: You're still here?? WOW!! I can't believe it! You're awesome if you've managed through the synopsis AND the first chapter!! Please do read the next chapter, and continue to enjoy/not-enjoy this story.