VIII. Am I Hot or Not?

"HEY! MISTER!" I cried, waving my arms erratically. Majin Buu stopped his maniacal laughter abruptly, watching me with wide eyes. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" I demanded, shaking my fist at him.

I expected him to burst out laughing any moment. Everyone was staring at me. Whether in disbelief at my stupidity or bravery, I had no way of knowing. But silence fell as all eyes centered on me. Well, at least I'd gotten his attention.

"Who... are you?" he asked, almost quietly.

"I AM ISA! YOU DESTROYED MY CITY! Not like I care, BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!" Majin Buu continued to gawk at me. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO THAT NICE MAN?!" I hollered again, jumping up and down and shaking my fist at him.

I couldn't tell if he was boiling with rage or just merely shocked when he descended to the ground. But me, being me, continued on my mad rant.

"At least you were nicer when you were fat!" I cried, crossing my arms. "Now that you've stolen such good looks, you become a total meanie! I liked you better the old way!" I continued. Still, nothing.

"I didn't exercise," Majin Buu said at length, still staring at me with his wide, black eyes. I could hear Mr. Satan and Dende begin to whisper loudly behind me.

Clearing my throat, I stared right back at the beast before me. I might as well get all my ranting over with before he kills me, I thought. It wasn't a sad thought, just a factual one. I had never feared death; and even faced with it now, I am still not afraid.

"You don't scare me," I announced loudly, marching up to him. "You would have looked a lot better if you had just stayed yourself!"

Majin Buu looked flustered for a moment. "...Really?" he asked, stuttering like an insecure child.

"Sure thing. Too bad, isn't it?" I shrugged, waving my arm at him. "None of these people you've absorbed seem very good-looking either. I think the old you was much more handsome," I said. Maybe if I could keep playing my aces, he would run out before I did. Unsure of whether I had the advantage or not, I continued.

"I mean, if you could just stop killing people, you might get a girlfriend or something. Maybe a kiss," I said, tapping my chin thoughtfully.

"You didn't give me a kiss," Majin Buu retorted, crossing his arms back at me.

"Because you killed people," I replied simply. "Why do you kill people? Destroy planets? Do you want to be the overlord of the universe, even when there's nobody left alive to rule?" I knew my interrogation would only get me so far with a brain like his. Maybe whoever else he had absorbed had credited a little to his brain size.

Every pair of eyes present was strained on me, each one with a different emotion. I stared at Majin Buu, one eyebrow raised, both hands on my hips. "What's the point?" I asked.

"I am the most powerful being in the universe!" the large, pink creature yelled, flexing his muscles and ruffling his orange shirt. I crossed my arms and looked away, unsatisfied.

"So? Who cares?" I replied boldly. I could almost hear Goku's jaw dropping.

"I want to kill this noisy fool!" Majin Buu tried again, roaring loudly. I shrugged.

"If someone attacked you, wouldn't you fight back? You can't blame him, really," I reasoned, taking a step closer to the no longer airborne Buu. He watched me intently. "You killed everyone in my city, but I don't really care because I didn't know any of them anyway." No response.

"Do you have a family, Majin Buu?" I asked. He stared at me, then shook his head.

"No. I had a master, but he was annoying so I killed him," Buu replied, shrugging.

"Imagine having somebody who really cares about you, whether you live or die, will help you in any situation. Family members do that. Imagine how many people lost others in their family, or died," I said. "Do you know what it's like to die?" Majin Buu watched me for a moment, then shook his head. I could hear the gears working in his head. That was a good sign.

"I don't have a "family," so it doesn't matter. Now stop bothering me and let me kill him," Buu said at last, shrugging me off and crossing his arms.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"You know, you are sexy now," I said quietly. I hop-skipped over to him, jumped on my tip-toes, and kissed Majin Buu smack on the cheek.