I haven't seen the Kid Buu saga yet (stupid FUNimation) so Buu will
probably be pretty OOC. He'll probably be like Super Buu in his final form
(with Gohan, Trunk, Goten, and Piccolo). Also, I haven't seen the entire
Cell saga, so Perfect Cell might be a little OOC too. Just a little
precautionary warning, I guess. One last thing: there is no Ubuu in this
story. That would ruin the only story.
Disclaimer: Guess what? I own DBZ! Yes, I am Toriyama Akira, and I... Are those sirens I hear? Uh-oh! Got to run! I don't own DBZ!
"Argh!" Buu slammed his fist on the ground in frustration, sending waves of ki throughout the red grounds of HFIL, sending laid down dust into the air. "That damn Goku... if it weren't for him, I'd be terrorizing the universe right now!" For the past week, after Goku disintegrated Buu completely, he'd been planning revenge in HFIL. He could easily get past the guards, he knew, but if he went back to Earth, he'd probably get sent back. He needed to get stronger... but how?
He thought back to when he, as Super Buu, was fighting Goku and Vegeta in his head. He reviewed the facts for the hundredth time: When he first found them, he heard Goku say that they couldn't fuse anymore, because they had crushed the Potara earrings... That's it! There could be a hope! The earrings! Buu didn't have too much of an idea of what he could do with them, but from what he thought, he could maybe fuse with someone else here...
Buu closed his eyes and started meditating, literally trying to get inside him. He rose, out of a bubbly purple goop, into the vast mazes of his head. He rose head first, his whole body the same shade of violet as the goop, and then slowly faded into his normal pink. To somebody watching from the outside, it would seem that Buu was just meditating.
"Now, to find those earrings..." But now that he was inside his head, he pondered his idea more deeply. He got out a few questions: What if the earrings weren't inside him anymore? What if he couldn't piece them back together again? If he got them out, who would he fuse with? He crossed out the last two questions and decided to worry about them later. He decided to just search for the earrings, and hope for the best.
After hours of flying through his organ systems with no luck, he was prepared to give up and think of a new plan, when a glint of gold caught his eye. He looked down very excitedly, knowing that the earrings were round and golden. To his luck, he saw a chip of rounded gold right in front of his feet. And he also saw many other chipped pieces of gold around this one. He cringed. He hadn't expected them to be this many. He knew that he wouldn't have found both earrings just sliced in half, but he wished he did.
He hoped he would see another scatter of earrings right next to them, but it wasn't going to be that easy. After 5 minutes of searching in that area, he found another batch of earring. He was relieved he found them, because his major metamorphosis might've gotten rid of the earrings forever.
Scooping each earring into a different hand and closing them, he made sure there weren't any more pieces left. There weren't. He grinned slightly, and focused. A moment later, he was himself again. Checking to see if he still had the earrings, he opened his clenched fists. Yes, they were still there. A little more damaged, but nothing he still couldn't fix.
...if he could fix them. Now question two came traveling into his mind. He didn't really need to ponder it much, because he still owned the healing powers he had when he was that miserable Fat Buu. For a second, he remembered himself as that, and shook his head in disgust. How could he have been so stupid to be good?
But that wasn't his problem. Smiling to himself about how easy this task would be compared to his first, he laid his hands over the first earring. Red energy came radiating out of his hands, and every piece of the earring floated up. Slowly, every piece floated together and in a blinding flash of light, the earring was assembled. He repeated this process with the other earring, and thirty seconds later; two perfectly assembled earrings were floating in front of Buu's eyes.
That was easy, he thought. Now, the last question: Who would he fuse with? He remembered how he knew every enemy the Z team had faced when he had absorbed Gohan as Super Buu. He tried to recall the memories. Radditz... Vegeta... Frieza... Garlic Jr... Androids... Cell... his mind clicked. Cell! Yes! He wasn't probably even half as strong as Buu, but he would do. Smiling, Buu flew off, looking for that green-skinned enemy he would soon become one with.
~-~-~-~
The air, just like everything else in HFIL, was hot, old, dry, and evil. It made the atmosphere seem dreary and cruel, like the landscape. Nevertheless, Kid Buu loved the feel of it, the wicked air seeping through his veins as he swooshed by, making his need for revenge greater. His swift eyes darted over the area, searching for the face Gohan had given him a week ago. He recalled it clearly.
Cell had a beetle-like body, he recalled, with black wings across the back. His body was a light green with darker green speckles, and his large muscles were easily visible. He stood tall, maybe seven feet, and was larger than most of the Z fighters. His face and hands were a gray color, and he had a green top on his head that had the same pattern as most of his body. All in all, he would probably be easy to see in the midst of the other victims of this horrible place.
Sure enough, Buu's black pupils spotted a bird's eye view of Cell's body as he was in the air, and swooped down to greet him. Cell, staring out into nowhere, was obviously annoyed by this pink boy's appearance. "What do you want?" Cell growled, waiting for an answer. He didn't want to be distracted right now.
"Cell," said Buu patiently, as Cell uninterestedly stared at him, "there's many things we don't have in common." "You can say that again," Cell mumbled, half-focused on Buu, half-focused on the dreary scenery ahead of him. "However," Buu smiled, waiting to see the funny look on Cell's face when he heard the end of this sentence, "we do have something in common." Cell stared at him slightly more interested. "We both want revenge on a Son."
Cell's facial expression didn't disappoint Buu. He had a strange look on his face, half-puzzled, half-shocked. He eyes were as wide as dinner plates as his memory asked him "Who the hell is this guy, anyway?" He got three words out of his mouth before he was sent back to being awed. "Who... are... you...?" he stuttered.
But before Buu could even open his mouth, Cell decided that Gero hadn't entered his information into his memory and said defiantly, "Whoever you are, and whatever you want, I am stronger than you!"
Now it was Buu's turn to be annoyed. "Listen, you have no idea who I am, so don't go saying that I'm weak. Forget this, this isn't what I came here for. I've come here to join forces with you to destroy Goku and Gohan."
As Cell took this through his head, he said arrogantly, "Ha! Like I'd ever join forces with a weakling like you!" Buu frowned. "Weakling, eh?" He clenched his fist and threw it at Cell's stomach. When it hit, Cell groaned in pain, and sat down. After clutching his abdomen for a few minutes, he stood up and said weakly, "Okay... you aren't a weakling..."
"Good," Buu smiled, and then continued. "You don't know me, and it's not very important right now anyway. The fact is, I have a plan to defeat Goku, and Gohan, once and for all. Now, if your inferior (Cell cringed when hearing this, but stayed silent) body would join mine, we might be able to defeat those fools once and for all!"
"Dare I ask," Cell weakly inquired, "how that is possible?"
"Using these," Buu smiled, exposing the earrings to Cell's view.
"Wow, earrings! That will really help!" said Cell sarcastically, forgetting that Buu was probably three times as powerful as him. He was quickly silenced by a finger blast sent directly towards him. "Ouch..."
"Listen, fool. These aren't regular earrings. If two users each put on one of the earrings, they will fuse together and become one, much more powerful than either of them. If you and I fused, then we could become more powerful than that damn fool Vegetto!" Buu scoffed. "Ermm... who's Vegetto?" asked Cell. "Never mind." Buu grumbled.
"Think about it, okay? Not like there's much of a choice..." Buu smiled, forming a rather powerful ki ball in his hand. "Agree, and fuse with me. Disagree, and you'll wish you were dead. Wait... hold on... whatever."
"Okay," Cell said quickly, not wanting to feel the wrath of Buu.
Buu grinned evilly. "Good then." He placed an earring into Cell's outstretched hand. "Umm... you do have ears, right?"
"As noticeable as yours," Cell growled. "You don't exactly have huge, obvious Dumbo ears either." He hated it when someone made fun of his anatomy, naturally.
"Good. Put the earring on your right ear, and I'll attach mine to my left."
"Okay."
They clipped the earrings onto their "ears." Suddenly, there was a huge flash of bright light. If you were an onlooker and were lucky enough not to get blinded by it, you would've seen two silhouettes shake and blend together. When the light finally faded, a new warrior stood in its place.
He was about six feet tall, and was pink with darker pink speckles all over him. He had broad shoulders and was rather muscular. The grayish-pink he had contained all of Cell's features except for the eyes, which were black and red like Buu's. Like Buu, a small, cone-like thing with a dot at the end of it stuck out of his head, except it was split up into half. Small black wings stuck out of the back, probably only about six inches long. This warrior had the legs of Cell, long, muscular legs with yellow feet, and the skinny-yet-powerful arms of Buu. From the looks of it, you could definitely tell it was a fusion between Cell and Buu.
He smiled a Vegeta-like smirk, and shouted boldly, "I am Cuul!" He roared, sending waves of energy cracking up all the land within a two-mile radius. He flew towards the gates of HFIL; confident he would finally be able to kill the Sons, and the rest of the fighters who had opposed him.
...End of chappie! Please press that little... um... blueish-lavenderish drop-down box to your lower left thingy. Man, what -do- you call that?
Disclaimer: Guess what? I own DBZ! Yes, I am Toriyama Akira, and I... Are those sirens I hear? Uh-oh! Got to run! I don't own DBZ!
"Argh!" Buu slammed his fist on the ground in frustration, sending waves of ki throughout the red grounds of HFIL, sending laid down dust into the air. "That damn Goku... if it weren't for him, I'd be terrorizing the universe right now!" For the past week, after Goku disintegrated Buu completely, he'd been planning revenge in HFIL. He could easily get past the guards, he knew, but if he went back to Earth, he'd probably get sent back. He needed to get stronger... but how?
He thought back to when he, as Super Buu, was fighting Goku and Vegeta in his head. He reviewed the facts for the hundredth time: When he first found them, he heard Goku say that they couldn't fuse anymore, because they had crushed the Potara earrings... That's it! There could be a hope! The earrings! Buu didn't have too much of an idea of what he could do with them, but from what he thought, he could maybe fuse with someone else here...
Buu closed his eyes and started meditating, literally trying to get inside him. He rose, out of a bubbly purple goop, into the vast mazes of his head. He rose head first, his whole body the same shade of violet as the goop, and then slowly faded into his normal pink. To somebody watching from the outside, it would seem that Buu was just meditating.
"Now, to find those earrings..." But now that he was inside his head, he pondered his idea more deeply. He got out a few questions: What if the earrings weren't inside him anymore? What if he couldn't piece them back together again? If he got them out, who would he fuse with? He crossed out the last two questions and decided to worry about them later. He decided to just search for the earrings, and hope for the best.
After hours of flying through his organ systems with no luck, he was prepared to give up and think of a new plan, when a glint of gold caught his eye. He looked down very excitedly, knowing that the earrings were round and golden. To his luck, he saw a chip of rounded gold right in front of his feet. And he also saw many other chipped pieces of gold around this one. He cringed. He hadn't expected them to be this many. He knew that he wouldn't have found both earrings just sliced in half, but he wished he did.
He hoped he would see another scatter of earrings right next to them, but it wasn't going to be that easy. After 5 minutes of searching in that area, he found another batch of earring. He was relieved he found them, because his major metamorphosis might've gotten rid of the earrings forever.
Scooping each earring into a different hand and closing them, he made sure there weren't any more pieces left. There weren't. He grinned slightly, and focused. A moment later, he was himself again. Checking to see if he still had the earrings, he opened his clenched fists. Yes, they were still there. A little more damaged, but nothing he still couldn't fix.
...if he could fix them. Now question two came traveling into his mind. He didn't really need to ponder it much, because he still owned the healing powers he had when he was that miserable Fat Buu. For a second, he remembered himself as that, and shook his head in disgust. How could he have been so stupid to be good?
But that wasn't his problem. Smiling to himself about how easy this task would be compared to his first, he laid his hands over the first earring. Red energy came radiating out of his hands, and every piece of the earring floated up. Slowly, every piece floated together and in a blinding flash of light, the earring was assembled. He repeated this process with the other earring, and thirty seconds later; two perfectly assembled earrings were floating in front of Buu's eyes.
That was easy, he thought. Now, the last question: Who would he fuse with? He remembered how he knew every enemy the Z team had faced when he had absorbed Gohan as Super Buu. He tried to recall the memories. Radditz... Vegeta... Frieza... Garlic Jr... Androids... Cell... his mind clicked. Cell! Yes! He wasn't probably even half as strong as Buu, but he would do. Smiling, Buu flew off, looking for that green-skinned enemy he would soon become one with.
~-~-~-~
The air, just like everything else in HFIL, was hot, old, dry, and evil. It made the atmosphere seem dreary and cruel, like the landscape. Nevertheless, Kid Buu loved the feel of it, the wicked air seeping through his veins as he swooshed by, making his need for revenge greater. His swift eyes darted over the area, searching for the face Gohan had given him a week ago. He recalled it clearly.
Cell had a beetle-like body, he recalled, with black wings across the back. His body was a light green with darker green speckles, and his large muscles were easily visible. He stood tall, maybe seven feet, and was larger than most of the Z fighters. His face and hands were a gray color, and he had a green top on his head that had the same pattern as most of his body. All in all, he would probably be easy to see in the midst of the other victims of this horrible place.
Sure enough, Buu's black pupils spotted a bird's eye view of Cell's body as he was in the air, and swooped down to greet him. Cell, staring out into nowhere, was obviously annoyed by this pink boy's appearance. "What do you want?" Cell growled, waiting for an answer. He didn't want to be distracted right now.
"Cell," said Buu patiently, as Cell uninterestedly stared at him, "there's many things we don't have in common." "You can say that again," Cell mumbled, half-focused on Buu, half-focused on the dreary scenery ahead of him. "However," Buu smiled, waiting to see the funny look on Cell's face when he heard the end of this sentence, "we do have something in common." Cell stared at him slightly more interested. "We both want revenge on a Son."
Cell's facial expression didn't disappoint Buu. He had a strange look on his face, half-puzzled, half-shocked. He eyes were as wide as dinner plates as his memory asked him "Who the hell is this guy, anyway?" He got three words out of his mouth before he was sent back to being awed. "Who... are... you...?" he stuttered.
But before Buu could even open his mouth, Cell decided that Gero hadn't entered his information into his memory and said defiantly, "Whoever you are, and whatever you want, I am stronger than you!"
Now it was Buu's turn to be annoyed. "Listen, you have no idea who I am, so don't go saying that I'm weak. Forget this, this isn't what I came here for. I've come here to join forces with you to destroy Goku and Gohan."
As Cell took this through his head, he said arrogantly, "Ha! Like I'd ever join forces with a weakling like you!" Buu frowned. "Weakling, eh?" He clenched his fist and threw it at Cell's stomach. When it hit, Cell groaned in pain, and sat down. After clutching his abdomen for a few minutes, he stood up and said weakly, "Okay... you aren't a weakling..."
"Good," Buu smiled, and then continued. "You don't know me, and it's not very important right now anyway. The fact is, I have a plan to defeat Goku, and Gohan, once and for all. Now, if your inferior (Cell cringed when hearing this, but stayed silent) body would join mine, we might be able to defeat those fools once and for all!"
"Dare I ask," Cell weakly inquired, "how that is possible?"
"Using these," Buu smiled, exposing the earrings to Cell's view.
"Wow, earrings! That will really help!" said Cell sarcastically, forgetting that Buu was probably three times as powerful as him. He was quickly silenced by a finger blast sent directly towards him. "Ouch..."
"Listen, fool. These aren't regular earrings. If two users each put on one of the earrings, they will fuse together and become one, much more powerful than either of them. If you and I fused, then we could become more powerful than that damn fool Vegetto!" Buu scoffed. "Ermm... who's Vegetto?" asked Cell. "Never mind." Buu grumbled.
"Think about it, okay? Not like there's much of a choice..." Buu smiled, forming a rather powerful ki ball in his hand. "Agree, and fuse with me. Disagree, and you'll wish you were dead. Wait... hold on... whatever."
"Okay," Cell said quickly, not wanting to feel the wrath of Buu.
Buu grinned evilly. "Good then." He placed an earring into Cell's outstretched hand. "Umm... you do have ears, right?"
"As noticeable as yours," Cell growled. "You don't exactly have huge, obvious Dumbo ears either." He hated it when someone made fun of his anatomy, naturally.
"Good. Put the earring on your right ear, and I'll attach mine to my left."
"Okay."
They clipped the earrings onto their "ears." Suddenly, there was a huge flash of bright light. If you were an onlooker and were lucky enough not to get blinded by it, you would've seen two silhouettes shake and blend together. When the light finally faded, a new warrior stood in its place.
He was about six feet tall, and was pink with darker pink speckles all over him. He had broad shoulders and was rather muscular. The grayish-pink he had contained all of Cell's features except for the eyes, which were black and red like Buu's. Like Buu, a small, cone-like thing with a dot at the end of it stuck out of his head, except it was split up into half. Small black wings stuck out of the back, probably only about six inches long. This warrior had the legs of Cell, long, muscular legs with yellow feet, and the skinny-yet-powerful arms of Buu. From the looks of it, you could definitely tell it was a fusion between Cell and Buu.
He smiled a Vegeta-like smirk, and shouted boldly, "I am Cuul!" He roared, sending waves of energy cracking up all the land within a two-mile radius. He flew towards the gates of HFIL; confident he would finally be able to kill the Sons, and the rest of the fighters who had opposed him.
...End of chappie! Please press that little... um... blueish-lavenderish drop-down box to your lower left thingy. Man, what -do- you call that?