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Long Way Down
"Think that`s bad? Should`ve seen the battlefield in Hell, we`re talking... Miles wide, far as the eye can see in either direction, blasts going off all over the place, unconcious bodies flying everywhere, the works," Gohan explained. "Should`ve seen Vegeta too... You`d think someone would have the decency to regret winding up in Hell but him? He was the happiest I`ve ever seen him!" He exclaimed, causing Goku to crack a small grin. "That`s Vegeta for you... Who knows, maybe he`ll actually find peace down there and warrant being let into Heaven."
"Eh?"
"It`s happened before, apparently. Two other Saiyans were the last ones to pull it off... Forgot their names but my father knew them pretty well," Goku explained. "Was one of them named Toma, by any chance?" Gohan asked a bit suspiciously. "I think so, don`t remember the other`s name. Cel - or was it Cer? Something with Ce- in it," Goku answered. "Celipa," Gohan guessed. "That might be it, I`ll have to ask Bardock the next time I see him... That reminds me, what do you think of your other grand-dad?"
"He`s a dick?"
"Aside from that."
"... Reminds me of a more bloodthirsty, battle scarred version of you," Gohan replied. "Yeah, Raditz say`s I take after him a lot," Goku said. "Raditz is in Heaven then?" Gohan asked. "Yeah, for some reason all of his old sins were marked as 'Forgiven' when he came back after his escape from Hell with Nappa and Bojack," Goku explained. "Heh... The wish worked then," Gohan mused. "You know, you have a dead cousin named after Bardock," Goku smirked. "Tell me about him some other time," Gohan ordered, raising the sword again. "I gotta get back to work and master this thing."
"Perhaps a test of the sword`s strength is in order," Shin interrupted. "How long were you standing there?" Both Sons asked in unison. "Long enough," Shin answered cryptically. "... Right," Goku replied with a raised brow. "But do you agree?"
"About?"
"About a strength test of the sword," Shin answered patiently. "Oh... Sure," Gohan replied. "We`ll need something to cut though," Goku mused, standing up. "This should do, small but... Ah well," he shrugged, reaching down and grabbing the rock out of the ground and heaving it up over his head. "Think fast!" Goku shouted, not even bothering to give a warm-up before throwing the boulder at Gohan, who dove backwards and wound up with the sword.
A flashing whistle of silver and the half-Saiyan stood in front of Goku and Shin, hunched forward slightly with the Zet Sword held to his side with one hand as if he`d just performed an attack with it. The boulder continued on for several dozen more feet and then split in half perfectly down the middle, both sections rolling along for a few seconds before flopping over and splitting in half again. And then the four remaining sections split again. And then again.
"Nice," Goku commented impressively while Gohan tossed the sword up over his head and caught it in his opposite hand after several spins, lowering the weapon to his side afterward. "Got anything else?" He asked. "Hmm... Only big thing in sight is that nearby mountain but that`d be a bit too big," Goku thought aloud. "I have an idea," Shin offered.
"Goku, put your hands up above your head as if holding something large," Shin ordered. Goku did as told only to find a massive black cube suddenly resting in his hands, twice his own size in appearance but well over ten thousand times as heavy, easily. "Kechim alloy," Shin explained. "The hardest metal in the known universe."
Goku only grit his teeth, struggling to hold the huge block above his head. "Not to mention the heaviest," he muttered annoyedly. Gohan only smirked in reply, raising the sword and setting himself up as if he were a baseball player. "Batter up," he commented. "I`d say this is a fast ball but I don`t know if I can even throw it!" Goku replied, trying to keep his balance while tilting the enormous cube back to get a good grip on it.
Goku wheezed and threw the weighty object towards his son. Gohan tensed up briefly and narrowed his eyes, suddenly lashing out again. There was another whistling flash of silver and the younger Son was on his back for several seconds before sheepishly springing back up, holding the Zet Sword before himself with a grin. "I guess it was heavier than I thought..."
And then the block shattered in mid-air, the explosion seeming to warp around the force of a blade passing through it. Kechim was tough alright, but it couldn`t withstand something like the Zet Sword.
Then again, the same could be applied in reverse.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" Shin screeched as the Zet Sword snapped in half at the blade, perfectly severed in two with the top portion stabbing several inches into the ground. Goku gaped and Gohan just stared blankly at what had been the single most powerful weapon ever made.
"I guess they don`t call it the strongest metal in the universe for nothing..." Goku mumbled in disbelief. "Eh heh... Heh... Maybe that just means the sword made me so strong I broke it from swinging it too hard!" Gohan surmised. "Possible," Shin replied in shock, watching as the youth almost carelessly tossed aside the broken remains of the weapon.
"But not likely," an older voice answered, seemingly from no where. Shin fell over, Gohan arched a brow and Goku just stared. "You`re the one, aren`t you?" The old figure asked, virtually a spitting image of Shin aged a few thousand years and uglier than most Hell beasts. "Who?" Goku asked. "Him," the small fellow answered, stepping right by the rising Shin and the perplexed Goku and right on up to Gohan, who just stared down at him. "You`re the one that broke the sword, correct?"
"... Yeah..."
"Good. I take it you`re in vast need of some power-up to kill some brutal, evil, vile, disgusting demon, correct?"
"... Right..."
"Good. And I take it that a young guy like you is bound to have plenty of chicks, correct?"
Gohan face faulted.
"Oh well, it was worth a shot," the old man shrugged. "You have a lot of power in you, want me to bring it out?"
"For one thing, who in the Hell are you?" Gohan asked. "I`m one of the East Kaioshin from a few billion years ago, probably around 14 or so," the old Kaioshin explained with another shrug. "... Damn, you`re old."
"Eeeh... A living legend... This day get`s stranger and stranger by the hour," Shin muttered. "Legend? Hardly. It`s pretty sad when a mortal boy is the only being strong enough to release me," the old god chastised his younger counterpart. Shin only glanced down. "To be expected though. By any chance, is Rice your name?"
"Gohan."
"Rice."
"Gohan."
"Rice, Gohan, same thing. I`m guessing you`ve always had lot`s of hidden power since you were an infant, right?" The old god asked. "Yeah..." Gohan nodded. "Very good. I probably won`t be able to draw it all out, not if you`re as powerful as I think you are."
"Eh?"
"I read your ki like an open book when you were holdin` that sword, son."
"... Oh. Right."
"Normally I can drag out every ounce of someone`s power with ease, extending them so far beyond their limits that they become different people almost - it`s why that bastard Malak sealed me away in the sword - but for you it`s probably going to be different and it`s definately going to take longer," the elder explained. "It may also leave you changed... Tell me, son, are you afraid of that power you have?" The old god asked.
Gohan was silent for several seconds.
"Yes," he finally answered. "Good. You may not like what you become but if some threat is bad enough to drive a mortal to what you`ve done, it`s worth it," the smaller figure replied. "Uh... Mind if I ask a question?" Goku interrupted. "Shoot," the old god replied. "What should we call you?"
"I suppose formally you`d call me Rou Kaioshin, but since I doubt you give him that formality, just call me Bob," he answered after motioning to Shin. "Bob?" Goku asked. "Yes. Bob," Bob answered. "... What the heck kinda god names himself Bob?" Goku asked in disbelief. "It`s one of the names from the older generations," Shin finally managed to speak up. "Exactly, Bob is a divine name! Now shut up!" Bob ordered, turning back to Gohan with a disgruntled grimace. "And you?"
"I already told you, it`s Gohan..."
"Figured as much. Sit still or stand straight kid, this`ll take a while," Bob ordered, taking a few steps back. "I`ll stand. How long is this gonna take though?" Gohan asked. "... Oh, about twenty hours for the warm-up, five hours for the actual power-up itself. It`d be faster if you weren`t so damn strong," Bob replied. "... TWENTY-FIVE HOURS?!" All three of the others asked in unison. "These things take time, now... Hold still!" Bob ordered. Gohan straightened up and mentally smacked himself for offering to stand. "Feel free to meditate if you want, might take the strain off," Bob offered, holding his hands back and gathering himself up. "I`ll think about it..."
"Good. Now then... GUUAN PHOR!!! WAKE UP!!!" Bob screamed, somehow knowing the Saiyan words for 'Wake up,' as well as the English equivelent. That was one of his talents though, he could learn any language in existence just by seeing someone who knew it or parts of it. He didn`t even have to hear it. Either way, Gohan felt his hair rustle a bit and then gained a strange tightening in the back of his neck, just as the old god began doing something that equated to a rain dance in a circle around him.
"This..." Shin began. "... Is going to be a while..." Goku finished.
Oh, here you are
There's nothing left to say
You're not supposed to be that way
"Really... Pretty childlike," Hercule thought, regarding Buu as the overweight demon continued playing with Bee, flinging around a rubber ball it`d found somewhere around it`s home, likely something left over from the neighborhood Buu had effectively liquified to make it`s house. "Innocent. How the heck did something that innocent and nice do everything he has today?" Hercule thought, idly hopping down from the rim of the circular doorway to Buu`s house. Buu scampered by, chasing the ball that was still bouncing along in the opposite direction, followed by the ever-enthusiastic Majin Buu.
"This is fun!" Buu announced, stopping next to Hercule and watching Bee slid along, tackling the ball in mid-air and rolling with it before prancing back. "Want me to throw one?" Hercule offered curiously. "Sure! Give him the ball, Bee," Buu ordered. Bee briefly tilted it`s head to the side and dropped the ball at Hercule`s feet, somehow understanding what Buu had said to it.
"Time to see if I still got it," Hercule mused, picking up the ball and winding up in the classic stance of a pitcher in a baseball game, causing Bee to tense up and then take off in the direction Satan had aimed in. A second later, the ball went whistling overhead, zinging past Bee and bouncing along. "Good throw," Buu clapped while Hercule regained his balance, sheepishly watching Bee chase the ball almost out of sight before turning around. "Probably a little too good," Hercule replied.
Neither ever expected what happened next.
Bee yelped and toppled over, just as the delayed sound of a gunshot rang through the wide, empty terrain of the area. Buu and Hercule both facefaulted in a mix of shock and horror, watching their dog`s seemingly lifeless body sit there with an increasingly apparent red puddle forming around it.
The sound of laughter followed.
Buu continued staring while Hercule glaringly looked up, setting his eyes on the forms of two men, both holding guns and both laughing harshly.
"Is that Mister Satan down there?" McAthry asked, focusing in on the People`s Champ with a laugh. "Who cares, we`ll just kill both and be the new heroes!" Orwell replied, tossing his gun down and heaving a bazooka up onto his shoulder. "Bombs away!"
"... Those..." Hercule trailed off, instinctively running forward and diving down as the bazooka round spiraled overhead and slammed right into Buu, who just stood in it`s path as if paralyzed. The smoke hadn`t even cleared by the time the former champion of the world had gotten back to his feet, angrily glaring knives up at the assassins before taking off in a sprint.
Hercule Satan wasn`t the best martial artist on Earth, he never would be. He wasn`t strong like the Saiyans or even Krillin, but he was certainly good enough to deal with scum like McAthry and Orwell. Virtually flying up the side of the cliff wall, Hercule grit his teeth and sprang up over the edge in a fury. "THAT WAS MY DOG YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!!"
The scene to follow wasn`t a very pleasant one for either would-be false hero.
McAthry went down first, Hercule saw to that with a kick that first shattered the barrel of the bazooka that he was trying to heave up into a decent firing position, a kick which doubled back down and crashed down into the overweight Irishman`s shoulder, spiraling back up and crossing over his face with an audible pop, sending McAthry flying right down the sloped side of the cliff before he could even try to yell a warning at Orwell.
The blonde fellow was hit even harder, especially since he was the one who had shot Bee.
Needless to say, several of his teeth were removed in a way that would make any sane dentist weep.
At least one of said-teeth actually went out through his nose. By the time the mass murderer had finished registering what had happened to him, he wasn`t even on the ground anymore. Hercule`s fists rained in, three striking in rapid succession into his body followed by three more into the face and chest, ending with a swift kick that threw him from the top of the cliff and sent him crashing to the ground in a sickening fashion.
"And STAY DEAD!!!" Hercule screamed, proving that even if he was only a former champion, he wasn`t exactly someone the average joe could take lightly.
Straightening up, seething as he was, Hercule quickly slid down the side of the cliff wall, intentionally landing with his feet on Orwell`s groin, hard enough to cause a few more popping sounds and a lengthy scream from the formerly unconcious assassin, who was then promptly walked on as Satan made his way back towards the house.
The smoke was clearing now, and he could see that Buu was virtually unscathed even after being hit dead-on by a tank killing bazooka round. Smoke was beginning to pour out of the holes in it`s head though, and if Hercule were closer, he would likely see that Buu`s eyes were finally open.
Did they push you out?
Did they throw you away?
Stepping closer, Hercule paused and stared at the fallen form of Bee. "Bastards," he growled under his breath, staring at what had been his dog with a mixture of sorrow and contempt. Bee only seemed to twitch in response, and Hercule didn`t even bother to put on a show of a shock. Reflex took over and the dog was practically scooped off of the ground and carried back towards Buu in a flurry of movement that defied Hercule`s own natural limits.
"HE`S NOT DEAD YET BUU! YOU CAN STILL SAVE `IM!!!"
Buu`s eyes widened a bit further and the demon practically blasted off from beside it`s house, landing with a skid in front of Hercule, who himself head to skid to a halt before setting Bee down in front of Buu. "Can you do anything for him?" Hercule asked anxiously. "Yes!" Buu replied in a hurry, holding it`s arms out and going to work without delay.
Several seconds later, Bee gingerly lifted his head as if to ask what the hell had happened to cause him to break a leg and get shot in the same day.
"HE`S ALI-" Hercule`s joy was cut off.
Another gunshot rang through the air and the former champion toppled over, a bullet wound located in the central region of his back, just between the shoulder blades. Bee scrambled out of the way of the falling figure, barely achieving success while Buu screamed.
It was too much.
Anger boiled beneath the surface, emotions and alignments mixed and all that the demon could knowingly think to do was hold it`s hands forward again, making the fateful choice of changing sides on all levels and healing Satan. It was a martyr`s dedication that saw it through what happened next, and Hercule rose up again on all fours only to flench as Buu spoke up.
"Run away, now!" It warned, just before stumbling back and bursting into what sounded like pained weeping. "Buu? What`s wrong?!" Hercule asked, hopping back up and stepping forward. "Get away now!" Buu warned again, it`s voice seeming to warp briefly. Hercule grabbed Bee, but hesitated. "Come on Buu, let me help! I`m your fri-" "GET AWAY FROM HERE OR YOU`LL DIE!!!" Buu screamed with no less than five voices, none of them the same as it`s usual childlike ring.
Hercule just did as told, turning away and hauling it off with Bee, leaving Buu to face it`s own inner demons alone.
Touch me now and I don't care
When you take me, I'm not there
Almost human, but I'll never be the same
Again and again, louder with each cry, Buu screamed, and with each scream, more smoke poured out of it`s body, tinging cream-white and drifting up into the air dozens of feet up, just as a blinding light filled the entire area, followed by a massive, utterly silent explosion, which seemed to carry no force behind it. Hercule dove behind the largest rock he could find and waited, listening to the screams and holding himself protectively over the dog.
And then it all stopped.
Buu fell to it`s knees with a gasp, an utterly agonized expression apparent on it`s face as it looked up in what could only be described as fear at the oversized puff of a cloud hovering far above.
"... Crap," Dende muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. "What?" Videl asked. "Can you feel that?" Dende asked in reply. "Two huge powers, what about them?"
"Buu just split in two," Dende replied with a grimace. "Good Buu and Evil Buu."
"Our sons need a break!" ChiChi`s yell echoed as Piccolo stormed towards the edge of the Look Out in concern, followed by an unenthused Zangya and an irate Bulma and ChiChi. "What`s happened?" Piccolo asked, virtually shutting out the two women and glancing at Dende. "Buu`s split in two, Good and Evil," Dende replied without even bothering to look back. "Great," Piccolo growled, turning around after the umpteenth time that Bulma yanked his cloak. "What?!" He demanded.
"You`re working them to death!" Bulma replied angrily. "Our boys need a break," ChiChi added. "They`re getting one right now," Piccolo answered gruffly. "More than that, they`re tired, mentally and physically! All of this stupid dancing has worn away at them, they need sleep and food!"
Piccolo was silent.
"Well?" Bulma asked.
Piccolo was still silent, though his eyes were beginning to narrow.
"Are they going to have a break or not?" ChiChi demanded.
"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" Piccolo finally barked out. "If I could give either of them a break, I`d have fucking done it by now! The fate of the entire universe is hanging in the balance and you`re both upset because your sons look a little bored?! If Vegeta were here, he`d be pushing them to the extent that they`d be half-dead by now, compared to how Goku and I trained Gohan, we`re going painfully easy on those two and you have the unbridled nerve to say we`re being too tough on them?!" Piccolo demanded in an enraged frustration, practically glowering down at the two women. Neither seemed to even hear him.
"What do you think, Zangya?" Bulma asked heatedly, glancing over the the short alien woman with one of those looks that made you want to climb up a tree. "I think he`s got a valid point. I don`t know how hard he and Goku trained Gohan but there are bigger things at stake than whether or not Goten and Trunks are enjoying themselves," she conceded with a shrug.
"They`re actually agreeing on something," Videl commented sarcastically. "I give this period of unity all of five minutes before they begin to rip one another limb from limb again," Dende replied with the same tone.
"This isn`t fair to them," ChiChi growled. "WASN`T RUINING MY FIRST SON ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" She yelled before stomping off. Piccolo sneered in a mixture of contempt and annoyance. "I guess you`ll have to make peace with her some time," Zangya commented bemusedly. "I doubt she`ll let me," Piccolo replied, glancing back over the edge of the Look Out. "It`s not exactly like I enjoy having to turn little kids into killing machines..."
Bulma didn`t bother replying, storming off after ChiChi. Zangya glanced over from Piccolo to Dende and Videl.
"Get Yamcha to do it, neither of us are suicidal enough to try and calm them down," Dende replied to her gaze before she could even ask the question. "What`s going on down there?" Piccolo asked. "It looks like the Evil Buu just finished forming. They`ll probably begin fighting soon and I`m not sure if Good Buu is up to the challenge, venting his evil out left him pretty weak."
"Alright... That leaves us just enough time," Piccolo thought, turning back towards Zangya. "Do you think you can continue their training alone from here?" He asked. "Yes, why? You cutting out on me?" Zangya asked monotonously. "No. You can dance better than I can though. Do you know where the Room of Spirit and Time is located?" Piccolo asked. "Yes..."
"Good. Get the boys and be ready to go there soon, if the Evil Buu is able to sense energy he`ll make a byline right for the Look Out and they aren`t finished training yet," Piccolo explained. "... I hate it when you`re right," Zangya replied annoyedly. "Too bad for you I`m always right," Piccolo replied with that challenging smirk. "All in your head, Stringbean."
Zangya darted off before Piccolo could shoot back another insult.
"One minute... Damn, we were really off," Videl stated bemusedly.
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
The crater that had been the cliff that Orwell had tried climbing to escape burned red hot, ashed over and smoking occasionally as the evil, thin personification of Majin Buu hovered alone in the skies above it. It was the exact opposite of the good, fat version of Buu, grape purple instead of bubblegum pink, wearing the same clothing but with a dark blue bedsheet instead of a purple one, with big black eyes and an old looking face. It was also extremely tall, even compared to the seven and a half foot tall blob that had given birth to it.
Turning around, Thin Buu stared down at Fat Buu, only to flash down to the ground and make a strange, funny looking run towards it`s fearful counterpart.
Both Buus stood before one another, one paused in the pose of running, the other standing expectantly before it with an animalistic growl.
Long way down
I don't want to live in here alone
"Stop staring at me," Good Buu ordered through grit teeth, finally pushing up to eye level with Evil Buu, who only forced him back. "Fatty," it replied. "Twig!" Good Buu shot back. "Beefcake Bubblegum!" Evil Buu answered loudly. "DRIED OUT GRAPE CRAP!!!" Good Buu fired off. "BEEFY SOGGY BUBBLEGUM MAGGOT!!!" Evil Buu retorted sharply.
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
The fighting wasn`t long in coming. Good Buu lashed out first, a flurry of rapid punches that Evil Buu easily dodged away from before roughly smacking it`s counterpart away and floating up. Good Buu followed it`s Evil opposite number up into the air, throwing it`s hands back in the classic stance for a Kame Hame Ha and powering up, a move mirrored by Thin Buu.
The explosion to follow threw Hercule, Bee and McAthry all off of the ground and sent Fat Buu careening into the ground with a cratering explosion.
I never put you down
I never pushed you away
You're not supposed to be that way
And anything you want
There's nothing I could say
Good Buu was slow to get back up, dazedly standing and then dusting itself off. Pain was an entirely new experience to the morbidly obese demon, at least pain that wasn`t mildly amusing after a while. Evil Buu simply stood in the air with a seemingly permanent frown, the kind you could expect from an aged war veteran who thought the world owed him something.
"Turn into chocolate!" Fat Buu screamed, whipping it`s tail forward and lashing out with a spiralling pinkish beam of transformation magicks, which Evil Buu simply watched approach. A full second passed by as Fat Buu`s attack sped through the air and came within hitting distance of Thin Buu, but then the grape colored poster child for anorexic demons took in a deep breath and literally blew the attack right back at it`s shorter, fatter counterpart.
Good Buu flenched and then outright screamed as it`s own attack hit home, and the changes weren`t pleasant at all. Seconds passed while Fat Buu fought it`s own magicks, but after a time, all the wear and tear of birthing Evil Buu had gotten to it, and in a matter of torturous moments, the overweight Majin Buu was no more.
A flash of pink light and a chocolate cookie shaped exactly like Fat Buu landed softly on the ground, only to be scooped back up and promptly consumed by Thin Buu.
Is there anything to feel?
Is it pain that makes you real?
Cut me off before it kills me
"... Great... Just great," Dende commented sourly, glancing up at Piccolo. "It looks like our hopes of Buu becoming purely good just got dashed," he reported somberly. "I noticed. All that`s left now is to hope he can`t sense ki and if he can, Zangya can get the boys into the Room of Spirit and Time," Piccolo replied gruffly, calmly watching the clouds below.
Something evil beyond words was being born down there.
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
One mile away, a mountain was levelled.
Long way down
I don't want to live in here alone
Five miles away, a visible shockwave passed through the atmosphere, tearing apart the remains of two nearby cities and turning part of a nearby mountain range into a liquid cloud of super heated mud and lava.
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
Across the continent, wild life panicked and people fell to the ground from tremors powerful enough to be felt across the face of the planet.
I never put you down
I never pushed you away
But at the center of this maelstrom of chaos, all that could be seen was a whirling pink-and-purple tornado streaked with black whisps of energy and covered in the faces of the dead, screaming in horror.
Take another piece of me
Give my mind a new disease
And the black and white world never fades to grey
The skies went black, the clouds turned red and the universe wept as the tornado began to slow, the screams of the dead suddenly being silenced one by one in disturbingly rapid succession in a terrible symphony of nightmares that could scarcely be described, let alone believed. A final shockwave passed off of the tornado and the skies returned to blue, the grass stained black and died, rock formations twisted up as if in pain and the air itself became thick with a scent one could describe as watermelon flavored bubblegum, heavier than a cloud of carbon dioxide and just as visible.
At it`s center, one figure, the same height as Evil Buu, stood silently, staring ahead of itself as if to gauge it`s own vision. Silence fell, deafening and absolute while Hercule inched up past his covering and stared in awed horror at the muscularly trimmed figure that stood dozens of feet away. It looked like a perfect cross between Fat and Thin Buu, the coloring was just darker than Fat, the height was the same as Thin, the body was muscled rather than sickly or obese, the headtail seemed longer and the face just a bit younger and far more demonic.
The clothing was the same as either Buu from the waist down, but this Buu wore gauntlets and no shirt or cape, bearing only a fanged grin of malicious intent before glaring skyward and screaming loudly enough that the ground, already weakened seconds before, simply cracked and shattered beneath it`s feet.
Super Buu had been born.
It`s first victim, it decided, was going to be McAthry, who was now beginning to crawl out of cover and climb up the remains of the cliff wall from earlier. Shots rang out again, bullets pierced the new Buu`s body and exploded right out, continuing on their courses as if they`d simply passed through and leaving holes behind in the creature`s body.
It only met the attack with an apathetic look of planning and patience.
McAthry flenched when the wounds seemed to puddle shut, but he never had time to scream.
By the time he`d opened his mouth, Buu had flooded down his throat, filling up every single open space into the man`s body and slowly forcing blood and bone, internal organs and muscle tissue to leak out in some disgusting goopy concoction that seemed more fitting of a horror movie than reality. McAthry only managed to gag before his eyes popped out of his skull, replaced by the hollow black-and-red circles that were the eyes of the new Buu.
The body seemed to dance around briefly as if it were merely a costume, and then, just as quickly and shockingly as the attack had begun, Buu literally ripped it`s new 'suit' right off, tossing McAthry`s warped flesh and bone aside and stepping out, completely dry as if the blood itself refused to touch it.
"... Heh..." Buu voiced, though this voice seemed deeper and somehow more expressive than the voices of either previous Buu. Maybe it was the strange way the voice seemed to carry insanity with it, or maybe it was just because it could be felt as much as it could be heard. Whatever it was, it sent shocked chills down Satan`s spine, and the former world champion quietly ducked behind his rock, sheltering Bee protectively and muttering out prayers to himself.
Not even the trauma of seeing Tokyo burn could compare to the events of the past hour.
Not by a long shot.
Long way down
I don't think I'll make it on my own
Long way down
I don't want to live in here alone
Long way down
Buu slowly, very slowly, turned towards the rock that Satan was hiding behind, deliberately taking it`s time before perching atop that very rock and tapping Hercule on his scalp as lightly as it could manage.
I don't think I'll make it on my own
On my own
"Hello," Buu said with a psychotic grin as Hercule and Bee looked up in fear.
On my own...
Author`s Note: Muhuhahaha! Cliffhanger! PH33R!!!
CysticLOL17: It may borrow a great deal from the series but Generations branches off severely at a good many points, the timetables for Hercule`s friendship with Buu and Gotenks` birth are just some of them. And yeah, Goku coming to terms with Gohan was something the series really should`ve had happen, unfortunately, Toriyama had to skip his original plan due to fan wants - or so I`ve heard. Real shame given how nice that would`ve been to see...
Professor Authordude: o_O; Well, it`s true... Seriously, the E key is almost completely faded white now and the S, A, O, R, T and C keys aren`t doing much better. As for the whole 'I see death in the eyes of my son' thing... Heh. It may be fleshed out and it may be saved for a potential sequel if I decide to continue with HT after this, I don`t know yet and I highly doubt it`ll ever be fully resolved.
diamondgirl: Yeah, too many people trash Hercule... He may be an ass at times and he may screw up a lot but come on! *Holds up a Hercule flag and starts chanting 'Satan, Satan!' real loud. Then gets battered with crosses and bibles by local fundamentalists.* x_x;;
That`s all for now, Sh33p out, enjoy, leave a review and see ya next time!