Yo! Son Goku and friends! The Bibidi Babidi Buu Saga (Prologue)
Bibidi
Hundreds of years ago, Age 12.
A man walked the streets of a raining populace. Houses had a curvature to them that made them look less like buildings and more like bouncy castles. A lone caped figure strutted the streets with its head to the ground, cloak over its head. The creature had two long whiskers that peeked their way out of the hood, many of the civilians gawking at it, yelling obscenities of all manners.
"Ooogagack!"
"Budoiyi!"
The creatures on the street had holes on their arms and on their brows, strange antennae that funneled off the backs of their heads like mohawks and gummy-like skin. Many of them wore black and gold as a colour scheme, only very few bucked the trend with unique stylings. Their eyes were either stark white, or a seering crimson and beaconed through the darkness with sharp flashlight-like properties.
Kssssssssssssss~
The rain pelted down harsher and harsher as the little creature made his way through the metro, puddles piling up and the precipitation punching into his coat from behind.
WHAMM! Splasss~
"Goodopa!" An assailant yelled as he just punched the little creature raw and stole his cloak. He stuck out his tongue in a decidedly childish manner, giggling all the while as he put on the brown cloak and fled the scene.
The green creature was much smaller than the many tall and wide figures roaming the streets, almost all shot piercing and disgusted looks at him. The little green goblin creature picked himself out of the slimy puddle on the streets and looked skyward.
"What have I ever done to deserve this? Truly?"
Ksssssssss~
It wasn't just limited to him either, on the streets brawls raged under the weather. Fighting broke out between these strange neon coloured bubblegum monkeys. They didn't look like the animals but they sure shouted like it.
"Ooga!"
"Ookakah!"
Whamm!
There were no police, no guards, no reinforcements, no one to stop them from engaging in their primal desires. Passersby passed by, or stayed and watched for their own amusement. Some jumped in just to cause more chaos, unfortunate folk got dragged in and possibly even more unfortunate folk had their houses busted up in the mayhem.
"Animals."
Another ran down the street with candy in tow, chocolate bars falling out of his hands as another chased him down.
"Hyahyahya!"
"Ookah! Give that back! Thief!"
SplssSplussSplash!
Water kipped up all over the lone green gremlin on the road as the strange robber ran down the street, antennae dongling every which way the whole while. It wasn't just fighting either, they were casting spells in the middle of the street. One big fat dumpy looking creature pointed his boxing glove at another bubblegum person and turned them into a tiny version of themselves.
"Ariba! Gabidigabidabilabidiscrabi~" The tiny creature yelled with fervor until it was just stepped on and walked over.
The place was strange. Theft, mugging, assault, casting against bystanders. No one batted an eye, most people just went on with their day and didn't pay attention. There was no crime, at least not how they understood it. It was you do or you don't, and there wasn't really a punishment for anything. These creatures just did what they wanted, whenever they wanted, true freedom.
The green gremlin averted his gaze to the dark clouds overhead a final time.
"Where is the order? I don't understand…"
Ksssssssss~
KSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
Black Smoke
Age 771, not quite Regular World but not exactly Other World either.
The room was barely a room, it was more of a circular balcony on all sides with white lining everywhere. It was a gigantic cage with a swirling golden dragon wrapped around its outside, that beast was decoration too, as well as practically all manner of items and other furniture were in the abode. Twinkling stars and fiercely black night was the only thing visible around everywhere that wasn't the granite ground below the tower. It resembled a bird cage but evoked something more with its otherworldly nature. Within the halls of the single circular room were 7 individuals. One stared into the goopy blue energy pulsating in the fountain in the middle. Of course, detailed dragons had their maw open and poured into the half-fog, half-liquid mixture into the pot.
Within the pot held images and scenes of everything to do with Dragon Balls. The man standing over it was surely not a dragon, just a man in a blue suit accompanied by black accents on his blazer. There was one other in the room, but she looked totally different, high hair going every direction and brandishing teal garments that fell gracefully to her golden banded feet. She laid lazily on a couch and stared out at the stars. None of them were dragons really, there was even a mole among them, just skittering around with a bit of cheese in its mouth before hopping up on the edge and munching on it as it gazed into the aether as well.
There were two people, one a sickly metallic baby blue and the other an intense shimmering orange, not quite gold. They stood next to each other, but opposed, gazing out on the opposite ends of the rocky quartz beneath the cage-like tower. The biggest of the lot, a giant green almost toadish fellow flung open the door to the refrigerator and scratched at its chin before one of them protested:
"You better not dirty up the ice, Haze. I am Not drinking from a cup with Eis' cubes Ever again." The woman across the loft claimed as she cradled her left knee into her chest, the crystalline baby blue being with bat wings cackling a single time.
"That was one time." The gurgly green giant retorted with a wagging index finger.
There was one other, opposite the man in the suit. A stark white bit of draconic skin. His scales were thin, almost invisible. He had jagged black spikes jutting out almost every which way and he furrowed his brow at the being opposite him. The white creature interlaid its fingers and scowled at the man watching the soupy blue mix in the middle.
"Is it Earth?" He asked, his voice a strange mishmash of warping sounds, barely comprehensible.
The man stroked his black goatee and sharpened his own brow.
"Looks like it." He said while smirking, leaning deep in the seat and throwing his arms over the back. "Closest we ever been."
"I just think it's ridiculous that Cereal hasn't already done it. It's just absurd."
"Don't count em' out, Syn." The woman interjected as she tied her hair up into what could only resemble a V shape out the left side.
"..." The man's fingers trembled and he couldn't help but tap them on the table as he gazed into the aetherium.
"Smoke."
The man addressed as such undid the top button of his black dress shirt and locked eyes with the red stare that glared back at him from the white being with black spikes shooting out in all directions.
"As soon as we touch down, you're mine. You'd better remember that."
"You grossly underestimate your abilities, Syn." He replied with a calm intonation.
Syn's neutral expression only grew into a shiteating grin.
Cell
"You're really just letting them control you?"
"What say do I have in the matter?" Cell rebutted as he stuck through some meat with his fork.
Tao raised a brow as his head laid on one of the many tables in the prison cafeteria.
"What the hell kind of question is that? You use your immense power to blow a hole through the wall and escape! What the hell do you mean, 'what say do I have in the matter'!? It's been a whole year in this godforsaken place and I have to watch you willingly stay here!?"
"The way I see it. Chom. Is~" He chewed a bit before continuing eating his royal-looking steak, envious eyes from all around. "Even if I break out, my sentence extends, and all those other guys come looking for me again. Gull~ I did my research. Once I serve my time, I'll get a rocketship and go to other planets. I have no reason to stay here. Earth proved to me that they were~ pretty good. Kudos to them."
He ate happily, much to the ire of the other inmates.
"Don't do it, man!"
"I ain't havin' it! He gets home cooked meals everyday! Screw this guy!" A particularly rowdy inmate hollered as he stampeded across the room. "Up yours!" He bellowed, raising his fist valiantly.
Whompp!
"Whoa!"
Klangg-Kla-Clangg!
Cell sideswiped the guy with his tail, sending him into another table with starry eyes.
"Tch. Your attitude sickens me." Tao stated as he moved his facial muscles in strange contortions to turn away from him.
"That's fine. Just go sit somewhere else and make other friends… ohwaityouCannn't. Huh-Hah-Hah!"
"Grrrrr~"
Dabura
The Devil's Hand shook greatly that day, casting off the rest of the fingers the mountain had. They fell in chunks as something stirred in the mountainous region with evil echoes. The sky turned from a sunstained orange to a bleak blood red. The final death throes of the stone sounded off at the bottom of the cavern.
Inside was a gigantic circular room that funneled up to the top. A singular throne in the middle as all sorts of demons and monsters hollered from the rafters.
"You ain't got nothing! Lucifer was the only one to surpass Daimo!"
"Surpass Daimo!?" Another foul creature shouted from one of the upper balconies. "You're off the goop! No one surpassed Daimo!"
"You're nutssss~" A growling demon shouted from the second rung. "A little fucking~Brat! Named Goju or some shit handled Daimo like it was nothing! Demon King Piccolo my ass! Lucifer was the only true Demon King!"
"Anarchy!" A crazy rat-looking fellow screamed at the top of his lungs as he divebombed from the very top of the cylindrical space, splatting on the ground with a harsh thud.
"Dabura will lead us! You must have faith!"
"Dabura won't lead shit! We get to decide!"
"Aie Aie AIIIIEEEEE!"
"We want Lu-Sih-Fer!"
"Da-Buu-Rah!"
"Dai-Moh!"
The chanting and shouting was commonplace in the dank depths of The Devil's Hand throne room. One tall, regal looking demon with piercing yellow eyes, faded salmon skin, sleek slicked back black hair, and two horns sighed on the throne. The tall figure massaged his temples with a pointed index, grunting and groaning at the constant ruckus banging on overhead.
"What about Daimo's ssson!? He wassss here not too long ago! Bring him in! Let us see what he's made of!"
"Aie Aie AIIIIEEEEE!"
"You're forgetting Yao!"
"YOW!?"
Everyone disagreed with that one.
"You're talking out of your ass!"
"That newb!? He's trash!"
"And dumb to smoke!"
"Little purple pig couldn't even stand up to Dabura, let alone Lord Lucifer!"
"Lucifer got gassed by those people on Heaven's Above! He ain't worth our praise! Trash~"
"And Dumb To Smoke!" Many other troglodytes hollered in response.
These demons know not what Kami's Lookout is called. In demon lore, Lucifer and Garlic's attack on The Lookout is now known as The Purge. Having culled the demonic force on Earth a great deal with their assumed complete and utter failure.
"Garlic was full of shit and always was! He led half of our boys to our death and what do we have to show for it!? NOTHING!"
"Anarchy!" Another monster shouted at the top of her lungs as she tore off her beads and gemstones, leaping off the railing in a showstopping display.
Fyuuuu~BONKK!
"Aie Aie AIIIEEEEEE!"
"Quiet."
The reason they didn't like Dabura was pretty simple. Lucifer kept calm most of the time, but unlike Dabura he let loose and shouted his head off to keep them in line. Not only that but he killed demons who acted out, putting the fear in them. One strange thing about demons is that they can only respect someone they fear, and very few fear Dabura. The interesting thing is though, Dabura is significantly more powerful than Daimo, or Lucifer ever was. Dabura had never once shouted an outburst or killed just because he could. People knew of his power because he displayed it in a different way, Telekinesis.
"Oh so you're just gonna not let us move again, huh!?"
"Or kill us!? I'm finna be the next one to jump! I get to choose, mullet-man! I'd rather die than sit around doing nothing!"
"Don't even get me started on that stone shit!"
"EWWWWWWW!" The crowd shouted in unison.
"He be spittin'!"
Dabura tapped his foot on the stone step rhythmically, biding his time and lounging with his thoughts.
"He let go, boys! Let's give it up for anarchy!"
THUDD!
"Aie Aie AIIIEEEEEEE!"
"These heathens are too much to bear." Dabura kept to himself as he tapped his foot on the floor, his pace steadily increasing as his patience wore thin. "Daimo's son, huh? That could work. But how would I get him to comply? Where has he been all this time?"
"We don't want Dabura! Where's Lucifer!?"
"He abandoned us!"
"He died you jerkoff! He ain't alive no more!"
"Igor."
"Yes, Demon King?" A hobbling gremlin-like demon bowed before the regal figure.
"The son of Daimo came here many years ago, did he not?"
"Ye-yes. I believe he came here to take The Devil's Bracelet."
He furrowed his brow, tapping his foot on the stone even more feverishly, the resulting echoes panging out before getting muffled by the rambunctious grunts and shouts of the troop above him.
"What would he need the bracelet for?"
"I broke free, boys!"
"Let's Go!" Everyone shouted.
"Aie Aie AIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"
THUMPP!
"I'm not going to listen to this." Dabura stated with some permanency, snapping his fingers and stalling them all in stasis as he motioned over to Igor. "You were saying?"
"Yes, sire. Daimo's son came here just before what the humans call 'The Budokai'. That year was the 24th I believe. That would be around 7 years ago now."
"Why did he need the bracelet?"
"He never gave us an answer and he denied our willingness to have him lead us."
"Really?" Dabura questioned with a wide grin. "Whyever for?"
"He called us heathens and flew away."
"Ksss-Hnn-Hnn-Hnn." Dabura chuckled into his hand truly. "Of course he did."
"Sire?"
"Pardon me, Igor. I just realised how much more intrigued I am by this… reincarnation of Daimo."
"... Sire?"
"I'm going out. I don't care what happens to these heathens."
"Yes sire." Igor replied sheepishly as Dabura's stoic white cape wavered with grace.
"AYY! He jus' leavin'!? Nah! Fuckallat!"
A monster jumped down from the rafters only to be denied harshly on the way down with one wave of his palm, stalled in the air as he walked out.
"Coward! You won't even kill us!"
"And yet you all wonder why The Demon Clan is a shadow of its former self. What a pity that such ignorance is the only commonality between you disgraceful maggots."
"I ain't even understand half those words! Eatta dick, Dabura!"
"... Ksss-Hnn-Hnn-Hnn."
Yamcha
Yamcha sweat it out on the top of The Lookout.
"It's seriously not even close?" He asked, positioning his body language to that of The Guardian of Earth.
"I wish I could say something different, Yamcha, but keep in mind, creations of this magnitude simply take a lot of time."
"Yeah, yeah, I get that." He responded as he wiped the remaining perspiration off his forehead, slicking back his long black locks as he let out a short breath.
"Heh-Heh-Heh. You really do not feel like losing this time, do you?"
"No. I want to win so badly. I really want to take this tournament."
"Good. You have faltered for so long because you did not have clear goals."
Yamcha nodded as Popo delivered some refreshments on a silver platter.
"Thanks, Popo."
Popo nodded and flew off to the top tower of The Lookout as Yamcha drained a drink and sat against one of the palm trees.
"Hhnn-Hhnn! What were you saying?"
"..." Kami looked out into the clouds, seeming to lose his train of thought in the enveloping white mist.
"Kami?"
"..! Oh, yes… Heh-Heh. Goku and Tien both have clear goals. Goku wants to be the best He can be and Tien wants to be as good as Goku. Tien's drive has rewarded him time and time again. It is foolish to believe that you could beat either of them when you do not train with everything in your power."
"You're right." Yamcha answered, nodding his head and taking another long swig. "I've been far too lazy. I only really ever trained once a week."
"..."
"..."
"Do you remember The 23rd, young Yamcha?"
Yamcha took a while to recall but sure enough:
"Haugh-hah! Yeah. You kicked my ass. Can't believe that. I just thought you were some weirdo. That match was crazy."
"You have not improved much since then."
"..."
"I want the best for you, but to give you that, I have to be honest."
Yamcha nodded and sighed, averting his gaze to the clouds as well.
"You have gained great strength, and I think your overall battle sense and intuition have improved greatly."
"..."
"But most of your changes have just been about power, speed, things that only enhance your base, your performance."
Yamcha locked eyes with The Guardian of Earth as he stomped his staff on the tile.
"You are the fastest one of the lot, if you improve your fighting fundamentals, you stand to improve greatly. You still leave your guard wide open, I know the reason."
"Yeah, it's~
"~because I/you try to dodge everything."
"Dodging is far better than defending or blocking, but you cannot rely on always being able to dodge because it's simply not feasible, especially when facing opponents at your level. You still jump without reason and you make far too many wasteful movements."
"Hehhh~"
"I know it is uncomfortable to have all your flaws laid bare but Yamcha, that advice I just gave you."
"..."
"I gave it to you at The 23rd. Over 10 years and you have yet to make the necessary adjustments."
Fwuuuuuu~
"It is no wonder you have yet to snag the win. You are holding yourself back."
"..."
"It is time to ascend."
"..."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
"Truly?"
"I'm going to win this tournament if it's the last thing I do! I'm ready for anything you throw at me, Kami!"
"Heh-Heh. I appreciate your optimism. I know that emotion can be difficult for you."
"..."
"Let us get started with your training."
Piccolo
KSHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
A gigantic waterfall gushed and banged down hard onto the rocks below as Piccolo meditated in a criss-cross position on the air. His antennae wriggled to life under his turban, forcing his ears to twitch and his eyes to open as something entered his range.
"State your business with me, Mongrel. I'm meditating and I don't feel like taking a break for just anyone."
"You sure are interesting."
KSHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
"Hello." The well dressed figure addressed Piccolo with a deep and courteous bow. "I am Demon King Dabura. Well met, Daimo."
"Hmph. Now things are getting a little interesting around here. Thought I would just be content with wasting the day away like usual. What are you here for?"
Zzzt!
"Why thank you." Dabura remarked with a smile as Piccolo conjured a chair for The New Demon King to sit on.
Piccolo spawned another opposite the red skinned demon and sat in it as well, the pair still sitting high in the sky as the water splashed on in the back. Daytime was in its twilight, orange and purples streamed across the top as they started their discussion.
"I'm here for you, Daimo."
"Imagine that."
"Humour me for one moment."
"..." Piccolo nodded his head forward as if to say 'go on'.
"Right. I just wanted to know why you want nothing to do with us."
"Really? That's what you're here for?"
"Is that not a matter you're willing to discuss?" The New Demon King's voice was smooth, smoother than it had any right to be. It flowed in a stream like the very waterfall mere metres away from them.
"..."
Birds flew overhead as said waterfall continued its ever present calm rage.
"I'm not that man anymore."
"I was led to believe that you aren't really his son, and that that was a misconception. Am I wrong about this?"
"No. You're right on the money. The point was to reincarnate in his image."
"Sure."
"At first even I thought I was his son but now I'm not so sure."
"..?"
"It used to be only every once in a while. But now… I see things, remember things. Constantly. Almost every waking moment."
Dabura smirked deeply, placing his hand over his knuckles.
"Do tell."
"I'm still The Demon King. Or… I guess the better way to phrase it would be that… It's not as easy to say that I'm his son as I would want it to be. There are a lot of things that prevent me from committing to that line of thought. I might have hatched from that egg, and I might be a second generation of some sort… but… I don't think of myself as offspring. Especially since King Yemma claimed that his soul and mine are one and the same."
"Hmm."
"Something funny, Mongrel?"
"No no, very much the opposite, Daimo. I am Inspired by your difference."
"Difference?"
"If you forgot, most of demonkind are worthless troglodytes whose only benefit to this world is their demise and the fertiliser they would bring to the rest of the planet."
"Tcheh-heh-heh. Got that right."
Dabura and Piccolo shared a smile.
"I'm just at a loss, because I am the only sane one left and I don't Feel like leading a bunch of gremlins."
"Hearing them howl almost forced my hand when I went over last. A less patient me might have eradicated the place."
"Exactly my point."
KSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
"Even though I am far and away the strongest, What is there to lead? I don't see the reason. All they do is ramble on and on, bickering about whose blood shines the prettiest."
"Mongrels."
"Exactly. I tire of the needless talking. They speak all day and yet they say nothing at all."
"You get it."
"Hmm?"
"You get it." Piccolo stated once more. "Small talk means nothing."
"Exactly."
"Most people just want to hear themselves speak, there is no thought, no objective, no topic, just banter about what happened today and what might happen the next. It's all filler."
"You get me."
Piccolo smirked and it was returned in kind by The New Demon King.
"So when are we taking over the world?"
"..."
KSHHHHHHHHHHH~
Dabura wore duck lips as he looked about the place, nighttime having almost arrived. Birds fluttered away like he had spooked them out of their nests.
"Did I read that wrong?"
"Yes you did. There will be no taking over the world."
"Why not? You are Daimo. The Indomitable. The One True Demon King."
"I don't know what I am in relation to the man known as Demon King Piccolo but I know one thing."
"..?"
"You can't take over the Earth while Son Goku is on it."
"Who is Son Goku?"
Goku
"Chi-Chi!" Goku yelled from across the house, walking out onto the wooden floor as he stretched.
"Yes?"
"I'm going over to King Kai's." He responded as got low and cranked out each leg individually. "I've got a few more techniques I want to learn from him."
"And? What would that be?"
"..?" Goku smiled genuinely, pecking her on the cheek. "You never ask."
Chi-Chi shook her head as she poured a glass full of tea.
"You got Gohan out of there as fast as you could. I'm hoping that this new technique means that you get to skip the whole fighting phase and win on the spot."
"Chi-Chiii~ That was a whole year ago. You don't need to worry about that. Besides, what would the fun be if we always just won on the spot?"
"I know. I realised that maybe I shouldn't worry so much."
Goku's face warped in genuine surprise.
"We were right there, in danger, and you guys just… handled it. So quick."
"..." Goku leaned back against the counter, a slow smile forming across his face as he played with her hair.
"Maybe I don't have to worry as much as I thought I did. Piccolo was so threatening the first time but now… I saw you and your friends. You just put the threat away immediately when it was time to act. I don't know. Thanks, Goku."
"Aww, Hon, fighting is what we do. No need to thank me."
"I mean you're doing your job, you're protecting this family. I think that warrants a thanks."
"Thanks but... without you there wouldn't be a family."
The pair stared at each other and just held hands for a while.
"I've gotta go."
Chi-Chi had trouble letting the man out of her grasp as he saluted and exited out the door and onto King Kai's planet.
"Thanks, Baba!"
"Hmm."
Va-Vsh!
"You're back so soon." King Kai greeted as he got out of his stylin' red car, polishing it with a wax of his nearby hand towel.
"Hiya, King Kai!"
The Kai smiled and walked forward, placing his arms behind his back.
"What are you here for?"
"I know you've been holding out on me, King Kai. There's still a few more techniques you have to teach me."
King Kai's antennae twitched.
"There's no use in lying to me." Goku fired back with a grin, pointing down at the blue man. "I'll know."
"You will?" He fought back with a grin as well, mocking him.
"Huh-Hah! Maybe not, but I still think you got a few tricks. That's what I came here for."
King Kai nodded, looking to the salmon sky of Other World.
"I have one more technique to teach you, but I fear it may be too time consuming."
"I'm ready for anything, King Kai. I don't care if I can't master it soon!"
"Hmm." The North Kai smiled. "It's time to teach you The Spirit Bomb."
Whapp!
"Let's go!"