"Operation Spopovich and Yamu is underway," said Pui-Pui. "I sent them off
to that Tenkaichi Budokai thing, with that great big power absorbing whatsit,
so they can absorb the powery stuff for that big Buu thing."
"You are a very well-informed individual," said Babidi. "Now all we have to do is wait for their return, with delicious power for my Majin Buu!"
"I have finished all the party decorations just as you ordered," said Dabura, moving into the room. "Is this festive enough? I have draped the banner reading 'Welcome Back, Majin Buu' across the ceiling, put the frosting on the decorative cake, hired the dancing girls, and bought seven thousand tonnes of snacks."
"Dabura! You forgot the most important part!"
Dabura sighed. "I'm sure I did."
"Yes, you did! You forgot the hats! The little pointy hats! What will Buu think if he sees us without those pointy hats? Go get my hats! Yakon, have you got the music worked out yet?"
Yakon coughed, spitting up what looked like a trombone.
"You ate the band, didn't you?"
Yakon shrugged, and a drum kit slid out of his ear.
"And you... put them in your ear? I don't even want to know what that was about. Go get me another band!"
"Hey, at this rate we'll be BANNED from getting BANDS," said Pui-Pui. "I am sooo funny!"
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"Whoa," said Trunks. "Who's that guy?"
"Which one?"
"The weird one!"
Goten stared at the midget with the pyramid-shaped hair, the green man with giant ears, the huge sweating bald man with muscles larger than his brain, the tall spiky-haired man with a golden ring over his head, the knee-high midget, the giant pink man with the long white hair, the small purple man with the mohawk and Gohan dancing around the courtyard doing his favourite Saiyaman poses. "I don't see any weird people."
"The big guy! With the M on his head!"
"Oh, that guy. Yes, he's pretty weird."
Spopovich snorted as he dragged his way around the courtyard. "Settle down, Spopovich," said Yamu.
"Spopovich... must... eat... brains!"
"You're a Majin, Spopovich, not a zombie."
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"Are you absolutely CERTAIN there are no zombies?" hissed Kibito.
"I told you before, Kibito, there are no zombies! Son Goku is not a zombie! And now it's time to go greet him."
"I wonder where the Majins are? You'd think they'd have some sort of obvious sign, like a big black M on their forehead, like those two men over there have. Babidi clearly expected us to look for such things!"
Goku tensed. "Watch out. That little guy is coming our way, and I sense a strange power from him."
"Yes," said Piccolo. "A strange ki. A mysterious energy." He folded his arms. "An enigmatic source of power that I cannot determine. An obscure signal of chi--"
"Quit trying to be so mysterious, Piccolo, and pay attention to the little guy. He's almost here."
"Hello, Goku," said Kaioshin, his eyes smiling. "I am pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about you."
Goku gave him a suspicious glance. "How do you know my name?"
"You're very famous, Goku."
"Oh, yeah? If that's true, then why are you so small? Ha! Got you there, Mr. Man - or should I say, PERFECT CELL!?"
"You have mistaken us for somebody else," said Kibito. "My name is Kibito, and this here is my good friend Shin, who is not at all the Supreme Kai."
"It's Cell," said Goku. "He's disguised himself as two completely different people. I knew he'd try this trick."
"It's not Cell, Goku!" Piccolo slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him forward. "Why are you so stupid today?"
"I'll look forward to fighting you, Goku." Supreme Kai nodded at the others. "As I will all of you. Come, Kibito, let us not do things that the Supreme Kai and his servant would do, for we are not them."
"Of course, Master, who is not my master."
"You know, I think they're up to something," said Vegeta.
"I trust them," said Goku. "I somehow get the feeling they're good guys. Except for the tall one, he's Perfect Cell in disguise."
"Okay, folks! Enough mingling!" The announcer tapped a board in front of him. "It's time to take your ball from this box. The number will determine who you're fighting first. Are you ready?"
Krillin closed his eyes, dropped to his knees, and prayed. "God, I haven't asked for much, but I'll ask you now - please don't make me fight Goku, Piccolo, Gohan or any of the others who can break me in half. Amen."
"I'll see what I can do," replied Kaioshin.
"What?"
"Er, nothing. I am Shin, a humble seller of leather jackets."
"Okay! First contestant, step forward!"
"You are a very well-informed individual," said Babidi. "Now all we have to do is wait for their return, with delicious power for my Majin Buu!"
"I have finished all the party decorations just as you ordered," said Dabura, moving into the room. "Is this festive enough? I have draped the banner reading 'Welcome Back, Majin Buu' across the ceiling, put the frosting on the decorative cake, hired the dancing girls, and bought seven thousand tonnes of snacks."
"Dabura! You forgot the most important part!"
Dabura sighed. "I'm sure I did."
"Yes, you did! You forgot the hats! The little pointy hats! What will Buu think if he sees us without those pointy hats? Go get my hats! Yakon, have you got the music worked out yet?"
Yakon coughed, spitting up what looked like a trombone.
"You ate the band, didn't you?"
Yakon shrugged, and a drum kit slid out of his ear.
"And you... put them in your ear? I don't even want to know what that was about. Go get me another band!"
"Hey, at this rate we'll be BANNED from getting BANDS," said Pui-Pui. "I am sooo funny!"
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"Whoa," said Trunks. "Who's that guy?"
"Which one?"
"The weird one!"
Goten stared at the midget with the pyramid-shaped hair, the green man with giant ears, the huge sweating bald man with muscles larger than his brain, the tall spiky-haired man with a golden ring over his head, the knee-high midget, the giant pink man with the long white hair, the small purple man with the mohawk and Gohan dancing around the courtyard doing his favourite Saiyaman poses. "I don't see any weird people."
"The big guy! With the M on his head!"
"Oh, that guy. Yes, he's pretty weird."
Spopovich snorted as he dragged his way around the courtyard. "Settle down, Spopovich," said Yamu.
"Spopovich... must... eat... brains!"
"You're a Majin, Spopovich, not a zombie."
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"Are you absolutely CERTAIN there are no zombies?" hissed Kibito.
"I told you before, Kibito, there are no zombies! Son Goku is not a zombie! And now it's time to go greet him."
"I wonder where the Majins are? You'd think they'd have some sort of obvious sign, like a big black M on their forehead, like those two men over there have. Babidi clearly expected us to look for such things!"
Goku tensed. "Watch out. That little guy is coming our way, and I sense a strange power from him."
"Yes," said Piccolo. "A strange ki. A mysterious energy." He folded his arms. "An enigmatic source of power that I cannot determine. An obscure signal of chi--"
"Quit trying to be so mysterious, Piccolo, and pay attention to the little guy. He's almost here."
"Hello, Goku," said Kaioshin, his eyes smiling. "I am pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about you."
Goku gave him a suspicious glance. "How do you know my name?"
"You're very famous, Goku."
"Oh, yeah? If that's true, then why are you so small? Ha! Got you there, Mr. Man - or should I say, PERFECT CELL!?"
"You have mistaken us for somebody else," said Kibito. "My name is Kibito, and this here is my good friend Shin, who is not at all the Supreme Kai."
"It's Cell," said Goku. "He's disguised himself as two completely different people. I knew he'd try this trick."
"It's not Cell, Goku!" Piccolo slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him forward. "Why are you so stupid today?"
"I'll look forward to fighting you, Goku." Supreme Kai nodded at the others. "As I will all of you. Come, Kibito, let us not do things that the Supreme Kai and his servant would do, for we are not them."
"Of course, Master, who is not my master."
"You know, I think they're up to something," said Vegeta.
"I trust them," said Goku. "I somehow get the feeling they're good guys. Except for the tall one, he's Perfect Cell in disguise."
"Okay, folks! Enough mingling!" The announcer tapped a board in front of him. "It's time to take your ball from this box. The number will determine who you're fighting first. Are you ready?"
Krillin closed his eyes, dropped to his knees, and prayed. "God, I haven't asked for much, but I'll ask you now - please don't make me fight Goku, Piccolo, Gohan or any of the others who can break me in half. Amen."
"I'll see what I can do," replied Kaioshin.
"What?"
"Er, nothing. I am Shin, a humble seller of leather jackets."
"Okay! First contestant, step forward!"