I'll just say that the title of this one holds significance in a pink shirt.
Mr. Satan stepped out into the courtyard surrounded by walls. He held the album under an arm and reached along the wall, his hand searching for a switch. When he finally found one and flipped it up, the lights lining the exterior walls flooded the courtyard, brightening the space for the first time in months. Some of the bulbs flickered, but within a few seconds, they steadily shone. Mr. Satan smiled as he made his way to his favorite part of the mansion's design, and that was the central garden.
It had been designed by some man that the Briefs girl had used for planning her interior gardens. It consisted of four paths from all sides of the square courtyard leading up to a central fountain, the tallest feature in the space. Water cascaded down gently, a group of coi waiting in the bottom-most section. The fish had been put in place years ago as a present for Pan, but they had kept them even as she grew older, not as interested in them. Even Mr. Satan, before twisting his back, enjoyed running his hand through the fountain's water or feeding the fish bread, even though the grounds caretaker had warned him not to lest it clog the fountain's pipes.
That fountain had been designated as the highest point in the garden, only low shrubs and tamed flowerbeds being planted around. He hadn't wanted any trees out there so, when lightly training, he could have a perfect view of the sky to tell what time it was. But now there was nothing but low clouds in the sky, no moon or sun to even give him the slightest inkling of what part of the night it was. And Mr. Satan now preferred it that way; he didn't feel as rushed as he used to, meaning he could stay here until he needed to fall asleep.
The champion sat down on the grassy lawn and patted a seat next to him for Buu, the creature obliging. He plopped down on the ground as his pink fat jiggled to a rest. It was then that Mr. Satan dropped one of the albums in front of the two of them, setting the others aside. Buu stared in awe at the shiny, leather cover, releasing an amazed 'ooh' as Mr. Satan flipped it open to the first page.
"Page one of my life," the wrestler announced, pointing to a picture of a baby with wispy, black ringlets perched on his pink head. "I was a pretty darn cute baby, huh? All of my mama's friends used to coddle me, always telling my mama how jealous they were." He sighed as Buu placed his hands in his lap, watching with intrigue. He could already feel sentimental waterworks behind his eyelids, but he bit them back, unwilling to let his only friend think that he was a wimp. So, trying to throw some humor in there, he added, "It must be where Pan and Videl get their looks."
Buu listened attentively to the champions narrative as he guided the large, pink creature through that first album. It featured him as a young child, his mother being fond enough of him to bind all of these memories together in a book. He smirked as he glanced down to find one picture of himself at the ripe age of five, a cardboard box over his head. Buu gasped, pointing to it, "Why Mr. Satan have box on head? He okay?"
"Yeah, I was okay," Hercule comforted his friend, placing his hand over the picture. "I was a little kid back then, and we didn't have a lot of money. I told my mama that I was going to be one of those astronauts and go to the moon." His face fell a little as he continued, "But then, only a few years later, some martial artist decided to go blow up the moon!" He laughed a little, "If Goku was here, I'd ask him if he knew what happened. He was into this martial arts stuff a lot longer than I was."
"What the moon?" Buu asked, his forehead creased as he tried imagining just what Mr. Satan was talking about. But at that question, the champion could only gasp, astounded.
"What's the moon?" Hercule repeated, "What's the moon?" His voice was incredulous as he stuttered, "Well, it's... it's... it's this big, round, white thing in the sky! And I was going to go to it! And, when I was a teenager, the moon actually did come back! Only, a few years later, it exploded again." He shook his head and muttered, flipping through the pages, "I can't believe you don't know what the moon is..."
Buu looked away, abashed, as he apologized, "Buu sorry, Mr. Satan..."
"Don't be sorry!" Hercule said, flipping through the pages again, looking for a certain picture. "It's not your fault! It's just... sad! It's sad that you don't know what the moon is, because it's such a pretty thing to look at!" He finally located the picture on one of the pages near the end and pointed to it, saying, "There, that's the moon." It was a picture of him, almost eight years old, sitting outside during the night with the moon nigh. He grinned to himself, remembering those nights that he and his mama would wait for the full moon to reach its apex in the sky.
To his surprise, Buu poked the picture eagerly, pointing towards the moon and crying, "Buu see that! Buu see that!" Mr. Satan furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him as he continued, "Buu travel to space and see that!"
"You... you traveled to space?" the man asked incredulously, his voice thin with the thought. He hadn't given much thought as to where Buu had disappeared off to in the six months he was lying in bed, but now he could only wonder if the creature was telling the truth. To clarify, he repeated, "Majin Buu, you traveled to space?"
"Yes!" Buu said excitedly, leaping back up to his feet. "Buu travel to space and see moon and see bad man with tail!"
"Bad man with... tail?"
"Yes! Mean man who come for party and stand alone! Bad man!"
Mr. Satan blinked, looking up at the fat, pink thing. He placed his head in his hand and muttered, "A mean man who comes over for parties and stands alone? And... and he has a tail?"
"Yes! Yes!" Buu was now clapping his hands excitedly, saying, "Bad man with tail! Bad man with tail! Buu see bad man with tail in space! Bad man with 'M' on head! Bad man who blow up! Bad man who bring Buu no present!"
Hercule shook his head, having no clue of what his friend was talking of. He didn't know anybody with a tail, and he certainly had never gone to a party with somebody fitting this peculiar description. Trying to steer the conversation away from this strange topic, he picked up another album and began displaying it, quickly capturing Buu's attention again.
Gohan sped on, pressing faster than he had in years. Without his wife and daughter to slow him down, he could move more quickly than the average eye could see, appearing as just a blur streaking across the dark sky. He felt invincible at that moment, adrenaline pounding through his veins for the first time in many years. He hadn't felt this confident since that day Elder Kai boosted his power tremendously. And now, with that strength his father had helped him obtain years ago, he would defeat him.
The black-haired man clenched his teeth together furiously, sensing an energy suddenly heading towards him. It was his father; there was no doubt about it. He was glad that the man was intelligent enough to meet his son out in the middle of the ocean instead of at the Kame House, able to keep everybody safe. With this unrelenting anger that was building inside, Gohan didn't care who stood in his way, as long as he could do as much damage as possible.
It was within only a few minutes that Gohan noticed a speck in the distance and, unable to brake, he continued flying towards the speck. It was his father waiting for him, just hovering there. But Gohan, not used to flying at such a tremendous speed, simply couldn't stop. He continued bulleting forwards, realizing that both his strength and speed were getting out of hand with years of not using them. He had forgotten how to take charge and allowed them to get the best of him, making a fool out of himself in front of his father. He wasn't even given a chance to say the threats he had been thinking up on his way to intimidate his father, as his body was moving so quickly it took the air out of his lungs.
Goku watched his approaching son in confusion, wondering why he wasn't stopping to talk matters over. He watched as Gohan continued heading straight for him, head-first, with no signs of slowing down. He held his arms out warily, aiming to catch his son in case he was trying to fly past and avoid his father all together.
But Gohan wasn't trying to avoid his father; he was simply having trouble stopping. He gritted his teeth together and tried putting himself in an upright position to break his speed, but it didn't seem to stop him quickly enough. It was when he was only a few feet in front of his father that he finally pulled himself to a halt, Goku's hands cautiously in front of him.
Unable to speak and panting, Gohan was forced to listen as Goku cocked his head and folded his arms, asking as if he had only been gone for a few days, "How are you?"