Yo! Son Goku and friends! Bibidi Babidi Buu Saga (Chapter 1)
Yamcha
"I see." Yamcha stated with a nod as Popo gabbed.
"Your movements are halted by the fact that, you don't think about the action but you Do think about the consequence, which makes it harder to commit to the decisions you do want to take with the necessary urgency."
"Right. I noticed that you were landing a lot of hits, I was trying to take Kami's advice and parry them but I guess I kept taking too long."
"You are much faster than I, Yamcha. You could have dodged them."
"... The way I see it, I'm trying to get better at my blocking, right? It only stands to reason that I would not try and use my power gap. I'm trying to learn martial arts. I focused too hard on the power aspect when the Saiyans came and forgot about the basics."
"Happens to the best of us, I'm afraid."
"Are we gonna keep going?"
Popo laughed deeply and walked away, each clack of the tile sounding out in sharp echoes from his arabian pointed shoes.
"You've tired me out already, I need a break before I can continue."
"Thanks for your time, Mr. Popo." Yamcha took a bit of a double take during his bow as if it were the first time he did it.
The man just laughed as a red magic carpet took him off into the aether.
"Young Yamcha."
"..? ..! Kami!"
"What is it?"
"It's nothin' too important, I just wanted to ask while I was up here."
Kami just motioned with his staff, as if to say: 'walk with me'. The pair moseyed on over to the edge of the ring and The Wolf asked his burning questions.
"Are there other Guardians?"
Kami raised a brow.
"I know there's you and Korin, but what I mean is… on other planets, are there supposed to be Guardians wherever life is? Because I noticed that on Namek, there was also a Guardian. I forget what they called him but is that just a Namek thing or..?"
"I am glad you asked."
"..?"
"I know of a few Guardians."
"You do?"
"Only thanks to the Kami before I, long ago."
"Shoot, I'd love to hear it." Yamcha asserted as he took off his orange gi vest and wiped it on his sweaty body, the cold winds sending up light shivers.
"Well you are in luck then, young Yamcha because this tale is the reason I even inherited the position."
Yamcha's eyes widened as Kami spun the fable.
Kami recalls the era of long since past. Hundreds of years ago when he was only known as Piccolo.
Kami (The 2nd Guardian of Earth)
If you all remember, Kami is a title, a position. When you become Kami, so too does your name, you no longer hold onto your worldly namesake, you ascend. Kami was not Kami here, he was Piccolo, just a humble Namekian who had much to learn and was eager to learn it.
A dark cloaked figure sat right on the throne in the middle of the blue room. In front of the man were two figures, one on either side, a man with antennae and one with none. They looked very similar in fact, fangs, long pointed ears, the things separating the two in their silhouette was mostly their attire. One only wore sleek black skinny leather pants while the other wore a long cape over his frame.
"You two have impressed me, this decision has been a trying time for myself."
Garlic and Piccolo. The two Kami spoke of to Tien in front of The Shinsekai, only a different excerpt from that period in his life.
"Now, splitting yourself into a good half and evil half has its merits. But remember, the sanctity and protection of the Earth is what's important, and the health of the Earth isn't always moral. There might be times where you will be forced to do things people would consider evil in order to protect the greater whole that is our planet."
"How does one split themselves in two, Kami?" Piccolo asked as he shifted his gaze up from the blue emptiness.
"I have a story from a dear friend of mine. A Kami of another world."
"Another world? Shit." Garlic smiled wickedly. "I'm dyin' to hear this."
"The planet is called Majin, as it has evil spirits dwelling in many of the hearts of its inhabitants. Hmm. Anyhow, the reason I know this method of ascending to be true is because he did it, centuries ago. He separated his body into two halves, dramatically reducing his power in order to fulfill the role as Kami on Planet Majin."
"A memory within a memory again, huh? I live for these moments."
"Ah-hem."
Kami (The 2nd Guardian of Majin)
The stark white was replaced with glittering golds as an almost one-for-one replica of The Lookout stood high in the sky. There were several oddities and changes that gave it a unique look separate from Earth, this lookout had pillowy looking caterpillar-like domiciles for its structure and looked less like a palace.
Looking less like a palace is more of a cultural misunderstanding. This grandiose caterpillar bouncy architecture is held in high regard on Planet Majin.
The 'trees' weren't trees at all and instead were rows of steam billowing up on either side, seeming to be endless as the mist funneled into the air indefinitely. There were two figures on The Lookout. Both individuals wore a tiny black vest with gold trim, gold gloves, gold boots, and a golden belt buckle. Both figures wore stunningly silk purple capes and soft white parachute pants. There was a large size gap between the two, but the much smaller figure was the one with kanji on the back of his cape denoting:
Kami
Two figures was incorrect. There were three. A man who looked almost identical to Mr. Popo stood at the top of The Lookout, watching over the two men on the tile with a stern disposition. The man was so similar that the only difference between the two was their skin tone. Popo's well maintained obsidian color was replaced with a deep and ominous blue. His stoic white eyes were the same and he even wore the same golden bangle and red vest. This man was practically identical to Popo in every way.
The Guardian of Majin looked like a kid almost, and he didn't appear to be very friendly, at least outwardly and he spoke in mostly grunts and oddities with a grumpy disposition. He held a cane much like Kami of Earth but this cane matched his outfit, a gold handle laden with what looked like furnished black wood, it was striking. The other figure standing opposite The Guardian of Majin was much taller, muscular, and an undeniably more imposing Majin. The tall man nodded his head at what Kami had to say.
"Oogaga~"
"Yes, of course, Kami."
"Mamba."
"I see no other recourse. I've trained for so long and I want to do right by you." The fit Majin claimed as he took a kneel in front of the tiny Guardian.
"It is time." The Guardian of Majin proclaimed as he put his strange mitt-like hand overtop the large Majin's shoulder.
"Yes, Kami." He replied, standing up and taking a few paces backwards.
The tall Majin took in a deep breath, his fit abb-ridden stomach sucking in before absolutely bulging outwards as he took a low stance and shot out steam from his many orifices. There were many small holes that littered both men's bodies, alluding to the fact that they might be hollow as there was nothing but darkness inside the divots. Three on either side of their heads, four on each arm, three on each pectoral, and one each on what looked to be ear nodes.
The steam whistled like teakettles until The Lookout was set up like a hot box, the cloudy apparitions took a while to disappear, but as they did, lo and behold, the previous Majin was no more, three men now stood on The Lookout's white tiles.
The fit Majin was replaced by a fat-laden pink blob and a boney, ghoulish grey figure. The grey Majin had this air of sickliness to him, possessing sunken in blackened red eyes. He was a menace, and it was easy to tell, in fact, the grey Majin had much more resemblance to Kami than the other more doughy-looking one. The fat Majin's eyes didn't open, only closed slots as he breathed out through the small holes in his form.
"Whew~ What a tribulation. Glad I got that over with."
"..." The other grey Majin looked the fat man and little Guardian up and down slowly, predatorial.
"Oogaga."
"What?" The grey figure questioned as he walked forward and stood neck and shoulders above the small Kami. His arched back was ghastly and he looked like a breeze could knock him over. "Speak up."
"Ook."
"So am I gonna become Kami, or what?"
"What a turn of events, I purge the evil half from my body and he wishes to become Kami in my stead. Sorry about that, fellow, but that's not how it's going to be."
"You think I'm just going to stand by and let you take the position from me?"
"..."
"We're same. You don't get to decide for me." His gravelly voice called out as he put his chest up against the fat Majin's. "I worked hard!"
"I… I didn't anticipate... this…" The Majin let out with bated breath.
"You! Hurry up and let me rule over this planet!"
"Ook. Oogaga."
"Shut your damn mouth! Real Answer! Now!"
The new ghastly abomination raised his boxing glove to strike but Kami simply waved his staff and denied it. The grey Majin was torn asunder, truly. His body slid along the tile and then was thrust down into the abyss, cast down into the clouds below as storms raged and ravaged the creature. His body contorted under the ethereal pressure forcing him downward. He was blasted apart over and over by the ferocious gales and arcs of lightning, but there was something else. His strange gummy-like flesh tore easily but it also pieced together easily, there seemed to be little lasting impact as he was forced onto the planet below.
A sly smirk formed across the creature's ghoulish face.
"You should have killed me, Kami. I know about The Destroyer." The grey ghoul let out through his billowing white smoke before he smashed into the wet, slimy pavement of the dirty city streets.
Majin Buu
We're going back in time for a little bit. This one has legacy, it wouldn't be fair to The Z Fighters if I only showed their lineage as it progressed. This is the lineage of a wizard named Bibidi, over 700 years ago in fact, and his quest to establish a utopia. A planet free of crime, free of ridicule, free of war and famine, free of enslavement to others or to one's occupation. A planet where there is justice and those who do wrong get what's coming to them. A planet where you treat your neighbor with respect and they pay it back in full.
This is Age 12. The year where Majin Buu superseded Kami and ascended to the throne.
The ghoulish grey Majin walked along the sidewalk with his head held down and his piercing red eyes lighting the wet streets like a lamp. Smoke and vapour wafted throughout the air, as was commonplace, holes in people, holes in houses, holes in the street, sewer gasses draining out from the ground. At rest, Majin was hotboxed, the whole planet, a damp smokescape that stuck to surfaces and slimed them all up as soon as one would step outside. The grey ghoul, The Ex-Kami-In-Training grunted and bemoaned his existence, huffing and puffing until he landed at a peculiar tucked away space between several buildings. The store stood out. Most abodes were made of whites, light pinks, yellows, or baby blues but this establishment was a firm and deep oaken wood with no holes or smoke in sight. The real difference between this and the rest was the complete utter lack of grime or slime.
Bibidi's Little Shop of Horrors
Xx~Enter at your Discretion~xX
Spooky skulls and other decorations lined the glass windows as the Majin stepped into the store. A faint jingling of the bell pissed the grey ghoul off and he snatched it in his yellow boxing glove, crushing it effective immediately.
Tingg! Kwfuf~
The grey ghoul blew the golden glitters into the store as a dark green goblin stared up at him with a raised brow from behind the counter. The green store keeper had an elderly look about him and the M symbol embroidered on his black cap, sticking out harshly with white. He brandished a stark orange overcoat and he spoke up with a diplomatic tone.
"Can I help you, sir?"
"Help..? Me..?"
"Yes. It's my job here to sell trinkets."
"Trinkets?"
"... Yes."
The grey Majin stood more than head and shoulders over the little gremlin but he was not deterred.
"You think..? I..? need trinkets?"
"I would assume so, yes. You came in here for a reason, did you not?"
The grey ghoul huffed, steam billowing out of his many abyssal orifices.
"Are you going to buy something or not?"
"I thought we were talking about trinkets."
"You need trinkets?"
"..."
"..."
The Majin took his boxing gloves off the glass counter and perused the store. The grey ghoul shot a predatory glance as he fiddled with necklaces across the room, jingles here, jingles there as items and wares were ran through with smoke. The little shop of horrors started to steam up from the affair as the Majin poked and prodded at jewels, weapons, armours, skulls, toys, instruments.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"Name!"
"Bibidi."
"Hmm…" The Majin gave Bibidi another once over, a twice over before he turned his attention back to the little items on display. He picked up what looked to be a keychain of some kind that rattled with an ethereal quality as he placed it back on the counter.
Klinggk.
"..."
"Buu."
"I see."
Buu shoved his head through various items, getting a particularly up close and personal approach on the merchandise. Bibidi didn't seem to mind, he kept tabs on him, sure, but it would appear that the items on sale that broke from the strange charade didn't raise any interest. It was the man himself. He eyed Buu from the counter, hiding a crystal ball from him as he went about waving his hands with a magical incantation. Clouds and magics shifted in the ball as Bibidi's eyes lit alive. Buu stared back at Bibidi until his hand was forced.
"..."
"..."
"Do you need help with something?"
"What~" He shouted with vitriol, veins rising to the surface of his gummy grey skin before he petered out into an inquisitive low tone, cranking his neck almost halfway down his torso as he pointed diplomatically to a porcelain ocarina. "This..?"
"That's an ocarina."
"Ocarina~" He stood up tall, running his yellow boxing glove under his chin in thought.
"It's Konassian. The people from Planet Konats wield great magics. Almost as mystical as the instruments you can find here on Majin. Picked that one up a long time ago before I came here. The people of Konats use music to cast most of their spells, a very interesting and vibrant culture. I'd love to visit again but I'm kind of stuck here for the time being."
"Hmm!?" He grunted, putting the ocarina back on the shelf and wrestling a tiny orb out of one of the cubby holes, shoving all manner of items out of the way before he stink-eyed Bibidi and pointed at the artifact.
"Oh-uhh. You sure do know how to choose em', you got my two most expensive items back to back. I picked that one up from Planet Cereal."
"Why small..?"
"I don't know. It's crazy. I have no idea what it even does, but the magic power stored in that thing is the highest I've ever seen from an object that size. I'm torn between breaking it down to study, breaking it down to use as my next crystal ball, or using it as a catalyst."
"Why stars?"
"I don't know."
A Dragon Ball. Bibidi had picked up a Dragon Ball from Planet Cereal and he didn't know it, the two star ball.
The orange orb was tiny, Buu peered into the orange aether, stars black as the night sky. He grunted, huffing and puffing, smoking up the joint and fogging the ball before he placed it back in the cubby.
"Stuck~ Here?" Buu finally made conversation, shoving his mug across the counter and putting his hands on the glass. The room heated up, the glass showing condensation as the pair stared down.
"Yeah. More or less. My spaceship is donezo. I need to make enough trading these wares to either buy a spaceship, trade a spaceship, or be able to make one with the items I have. Now my wares are good, but they don't allow me to travel into space at this point in time. So… I'm stuck."
"Hmm~"
"Legends tell of many magics that allow for teleportation. If I were to get my hands on something like that I could be done with it, so long as I don't gotta give up my trinkets without anything in return I'm sold."
Buu smiled, a lone finger stretching out his yellow boxing glove as he placed it over his forehead.
Va-Vzh!
Bibidi's eyes widened as Buu teleported, warping the space around him in the store and then reappearing outside, lines drawn over his frame in conjunction with the wet smog of the outside. He eyed Buu from the glass door before Buu teleported back in.
Vauish!
"Instantaneous Movement!? You have it!?"
Buu nodded with a sharp brow and crooked smile.
"I'm supposed to be Kami, you fool."
"Kami~" He replied shakily. "You're supposed to be The Guardian of Majin?"
Buu nodded once more, letting out a goofy chuckle as steam slowly rose from his pores.
"I'll trade you for such an ability."
"Trade?" He smirked. "No trade."
"You'd teach it for free?"
Buu's previous sickly smile turned dark and the veins rose to his surface as hot pink lighting and white smoke poured out of him in a frenzy.
"No You Idiot! I'm Going To Steal All Your Stuff!"
"..."
"..." Buu stared back with a level of hatred indescribable. Steam billowing out of him, tea kettle whistles shooting all around the shop.
FYUUUUUUUN~
"Unwise."
Merus
Also Age 12, Galactic Patrol Headquarters.
A gigantic steering wheel sat spinning in the starry sky, several officers with facemasks, armour, gloves, and weapons prowled the halls of the crammed spaceship, the windows peering out for miles of stoic galaxy, purples, maroons, and blacks splashing the landscape of dying stars, rocky pathways and gaseous regions. One officer was content to let the others pass him as he took in the sights with a determined expression on his face, holding a helmet at his side instead of wearing it like the rest roaming the halls around him.
"Hey, Merus."
"..."
"Good talk." His crewmate lamented, letting out a few nervous laughs as he shook his head and stomped down the tile, his footsteps echoing throughout the corridor.
Merus was clearly content to lean against the thick glass of the hall and peer out into space, lulling to nothing but his base instincts, watching the stars twinkle ever so slightly the closer he paid attention and the more he tuned everything out. The everyday passtime went well until:
"Merus." A polite voice asserted over the intercom, too wrapped up in his thoughtlessness, he didn't quite catch it. "Merus. The Galactic King is requesting your assistance right away."
"..?" He raised a brow as the comms cut off and he blinked a few times. After a while of staring out into space it hit him. "... Right." He stated aloud, marching down the halls. The place was maze-like, rounded circular halls that fed into more circular halls, saving space with a winding design. Merus cracked his knuckles through the soft white cloth of his gloves and he did the same with his neck too while he was at it.
As Merus walked the length of the hall he let out a few breaths the closer he got to his destination. It didn't appear all that much different to the rest of the ship, the only thing denoting the difference between this and anywhere else were the diplomatic numbering schemes along the walls and the open ended double door frame with neither doors present. Merus stopped on a dime, his white boots squealing out on the tile as he composed himself with a deep breath.
"Nnnnn~" He inhaled through his purple nose. "Phuuu~" And exhaled out his mouth, remarkably clean teeth all things considered.
Merus marched into the throne room, a blue carpet lining the floor and an expansive open area.
"Merus."
"Well met, my liege." Merus greeted with a smile and a kneel before The King.
The King was a pretty sizable octopus, standing head and shoulder above the humble height of The Galactic Patrolman.
"Weren't you gonna get this place painted? Whatever happened to that?"
The King waved his green tentacle into the air and gave him a stink eye.
"I've yet to find a contractor that I really love the style of. Art is about expression, I don't just want to hire any old fogey who'd be willing to paint a mugshot. Come on now."
"Yeah, yeah, heard it a million times. What did you call me in for, sir?" Merus asked as he stood up to full height and prepared a strong salute.
"At ease." The King commanded, lowering his appendage. Merus followed suit, sticking his chest out loud and proud in its stead, arms placed behind his back in a patriotic pose.
"..."
"We've gotten some intel that there's a heist going down on Jung."
"Again?"
"Mmhmm. Seems that this time though, there's someone new in the mix. Not one criminal record."
Merus furrowed his brow as The King pulled up some relevant data on the wall, previous mugshots and arrests laid out as he pulled out another screen labeled:
Jung Arrests
"Do we know who?"
"No. All I do know is that there's a repeat offender in on the operation:"
Zwui.
"Zauyogi." The King proclaimed as he pointed his suction cup at the yellow lizard on the wall. "He's cunning. Operated out of South, North, East, And West Galaxy. This guy's been a few places and knows a few people. He doesn't have a track record for being dangerous but he's a known name and is exceptionally slippery, having performed multiple successful prison breaks. Word on the street is that Yogi is after Sky Gold."
"Yep." Merus responded plainly as he strolled up to the screen and scanned every detail. "Why else would you go to Jung?"
"We received an anonymous tip that they're planning to hijack a shipment of Aurum tomorrow at exactly 12:00 P.M. sharp."
"Right when the trains enter Jung's asteroid belt."
"Exactly. Figure they strike when it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for there to be turbulence."
"Smart, just gotta hope they're not strong too."
"You think you're up to the task?" The King questioned as he slapped Merus' left shoulder with his tentacle.
"Please. Who do you think I am?" Merus fought back with a cocky grin.
Iwaza
"Fire off the signal if there's any trouble, got it!?" A yellow lizardman commanded with ferocity, fogging up a clear face mask.
TunTunnTunGaKunnTunTunnTunGaKunn~
The train tracks bumped and jumped along the thin line of galactic railway. The cosmos were in full view, only sparse bodies of land floated through the space, most of it repelled by energetic shields and barriers as the train drove full steam ahead only without the steam. The lizardman smacked his chest aggressively and beckoned to a group of three women at the caboose.
"Hello!?"
"Yeah." She spoke through the comms on the side of her head. "We got it." The sass was palpable as she shook her head and turned off the system.
Bui~
Her head was shaved and that's where she had the half-circlet like device placed. A golden metal band that brandished green LEDs when active. She dusted her hands off as chalky debris lined against the ethereal blue barrier standing in between the space and the train. There were two other women with her, one possessing a wild 'afro' hairstyle, purple strands busting out and barely contained in a pigtail styling. The last had a mountain of a maroon pompadour, the sides shaved just like the girl who answered the lizardman. They all had sharp and elongated elf ears and piercing eyes.
"Iwaza! Think fast!"
Fshuu! Wsst!
"Hyahaha~" The pompadour woman let out a rapid fire chortle of laughter as Iwaza caught the sharp playing card.
"Right now, Miza?"
"What?" Miza flared out her arms, offended at her even asking. "You think we're gonna run into trouble out here? Hell nah. Even if we Do get put into custody we're a long way from home."
"We're supposed to be lookout, that's the whole reason we're here."
"Who says we can't do double duty?" Miza cheesed, slapping the metal roofing of the train cart dramatically as their afro'd companion joined her, criss-crossed legs. "Even Kikaza is tryin' to play, dude! Come on!"
"We play one fucking game, alright?" Iwaza caved, letting out a sly smile, a laugh breaking its way out of her tight lips.
"That's the spirit! We've been taking this shit too serious for too long! Time for a break, girlies! Hyahaha~" Miza chuckled dumbly as she put the cards down and plopped onto the train cart.
"Uno? Again?" Iwaza questioned sassily, brushing back her porcelain locks behind her right ear.
"What's wrong with Uno?" Kikaza asked, her brows wriggling and her posture as small as could be.
"Ehhhh~ Nothin's wrong with Uno." Iwaza let out as she sat down in front of the girls.
"Let's fucking go!" Miza roared as the train barreled down the thin tracks.
TunTunnTunGaKunnTunTunnTunGaKunn~
Space just existed, stalwart to the women playing cards. The train might have moved, the asteroids might have banged and exploded off of the barriers and railings, and the girls might have laughed but the cold vacuum stayed put the whole way. The railway was built into the sides of sketchy mountains and over vast swaths of ocean thousands of miles below. Minerals of all kinds, gems included, floated on in the expensive expanse. Floating islands and nonsensical structures hung in the balance as the train relied on such discrepancies to continue its path. The train marched on and on as the girls played each card out.
"Skip! Hyahaha~"
"Bitch~"
"Snooze ya lose, Iwaza."
"That's why I don't fuck with Uno. There's no strategy to this shi-"
Wsst!
"Uno!"
"Ayy!" Miza shouted as she unveiled a blue 3 And a red 1. "Caughtcha' bitch!"
"Dang it!" Kikaza grumbled back as Miza flicked the extra card back into her hand and she drew from the pile.
"Uh-Uhn, Kiki~ You draw four. Them's the rules."
"Bruh." Is all Kikaza had to say as she drew each card at a painstaking speed, each movement doing damage.
"... We don't got all day here, we're supposed to be lookout."
"Oh so Now you give a shit." Iwaza chastised as she combed through her cards. "Damn it." She scoffed, drawing from the pile. "You gotta be-"
"..."
"Mother fu- what in the world? What are the chances of this!? Come on! Urgh! Finally!" Iwaza shouted as she finally drew the 7th card in the pile, putting a blue reverse on the stack. "Your turn, Kiki." She lamented, head in her right hand and full deck in her left.
Kikaza looked to place down a 0 until something caught her eye in the far reaches of the galaxy.
"You see something?"
"..? I don't know. It just looks like a bright star or somethin-"
Zyunn!
And just like that, a spaceship shaped like a beetle warped into existence just outside the barrier, gems parting in the wake of the craft as something blared out over their headsets. The spaceship was pointed At the train, Not the same direction as the train. Somehow it was following the immense speed the electronic locomotive possessed while going sideways.
"Pull over! This is The Galactic Police! You have the right to remain silent! If you resist arrest you are consenting to execution! Anything you say can and will be used against you for your trial! We know you're here to steal Aurum! Give it up now!"
"Blast em'!" Miza shouted as she stood up and the cards fluttered off into space.
Merus just shook his head disapprovingly as he parked his spacecraft and leaped onto the train car, no thud or sound to be heard, much to the dismay of the girls. His beetle-like vehicle vanished into the void, hiding away under the immense speed and thousands of rocks. His templar outfit just breached the turquoise barrier blocking the rocks like nothing. The symbol on his robes glowed ever so slightly as he passed through.
You guys know what's up. I bet I don't have to explain it.
"What the heck!? Why wasn't there any sound!?"
TWONN! Fvyuuun~
Miza fell to the ground, wrists tied to her throat by an ethereal blue ring.
"Miza!" Kikaza shouted, her purple ruffles shaking wildly. "What is that!?"
"Sit down." Merus commanded as he waylaid her too, shoving a Ki shackle around her throat with a jab from his fingertips. As soon as he landed the blow he kicked out her footing with a subtle brush from his foot, knocking the uno player to her knees.
Iwaza shouted over the comms:
"We're screwed!" She radio'd in, hand on the device before Merus locked her hand over her face, arm accompanying her body, him jabbing that too. He enveloped her in tight rings and thrusted her onto the metal as Miza screamed bloody murder.
"This gotta be a violation of somethin'! Creep!" She screeched, writhing her body like a particularly fussy worm.
"Typical." Merus commented, turning his back on the trio. "I know you're working in a group. I'm going to arrest them now."
"Who do you think you are, mister!?"
"I'm the best there is." He responded coldly, his bowl cut wavering ever so slightly under the train's passage through the cosmos. He overlaid a glittery golden mask over his frame, white robes fluttering in the wind the pocket of galactic tunnel provided.
"Crap!" A posh voice sounded out as a handsome man shoved his blue face through the sunroof of the train cart many cars down the line.
Fshuu~
Before the modelesque man could do anything, Merus practically teleported across the way, jabbing him in the throat as well.
"Ohh~" He moaned. "Not the~ throat~ I can't breath~"
Merus played it reserved, grabbing the blue man's collar harshly and launching him across the train. As the commotion banged on overhead the yellow lizardman shoveled through chunk after chunk of the blue mineral, shoving as much as he could in his pockets and his mouth until the man came knocking, opening up a train window from outside, pushing it through like a revolving door even though that's not how the mechanism was set up in the slightest.
"What!?" Zauyogi shouted as he fell over and subsequently the rocks from his pockets following suit.
"Give it up, Zauyogi. Being good at prison breaks isn't a very worthwhile skillset if you can't get your affairs in order."
Tunkunkwunnle~
"You got me." Zauyogi proclaimed as he dropped the last of the Aurum from his clutches and raised his hands in defeat.
"Smart choice."
"..." Zau got the best treatment of the lot, no rough play nor Ki cuffs around the throat.
"Why does a guy like you need Aurum? You're small time."
"Small time is relative. Depends on the circumstances and how much power one holds to determine whether something is small time or big time. I don't have to explain myself to you, officer."
"Suppose not."
TunTunnTunGaKunnTunTunnTunGaKunn~
The train chugged on with them and it certainly chugged on without them as Merus placed the group of five in custody and then gunned it into the cosmos, leaving the locomotive to finish its trek through the asteroid field.
Yuzun
Galactic Patrol Spaceship Number 1713. West Galaxy Outer Reaches.
The dull droning of machinery lulled on and on as a slim but fit man contemplated his existence in a packed tight jail cell. Chrome walls, chrome door, could be mistaken for chrome bed. The plastic-like sleeping arrangement looked like it had done a number on the pretty boy. His light teal skin possessed dark purple bags as he stared into the sharp fluorescent lights overtop.
"Tch." He scoffed, a sly smirk carving around his face as his tongue wiggled and jammed up against his teeth. "Smart play there, Yuzun. Just try and join up with illegal randoms to steal some Aurum. What a joke." His posh voice banged against the small walls as he rolled his eyes and then his body, facing the door while laying on his side. He let out a few dumb chuckles and gazed at the thin window on the only exit out of the room. "Can't get tried for possession, we didn't even manage to steal any and my record's mostly clean. Can't assume I'll get too much time in the can for this one." Yuzun stated to himself as employees wearing thin purple bodysuits roamed the premises outside his room.
Yuzun shifted onto his back again and gazed up at the ceiling lights, brushing his deep blue hair back and wincing.
"They really had to go and take my circlet, those dogs~" He scoffed once more, a flicker of frustration drawing over his modelesque face. He stewed in his juices long enough before he heard something, a small voice, a whisper. "..!" He shot up in a panic, scanning the room as the plastic-like sheets ruffled with reckless abandon.
"~dumbass~" A warpy whisper caressed his ear on the right side of the room.
Whum!
Yuzun leaped across the tight space, slamming his back against the wall on the other side.
"Who's the- Nnn!" Something had covered his mouth and he was freaking out before:
Vwernnn~
A familiar yellow snake-like body appeared before him, looming out the grate that was the window. He concealed himself again, warping whites and chromes marking his frame until he lulled back into invisibility.
"Zau?"
"~yup~ ~don't cause a scene, dumbass~"
"Ahehnn~" He cleared his throat a single time, a bead of sweat draining down his clean forehead. "right."
"~you ready to get out of here~"
"how did you get out?"
The yellow lizard's maw formed back into being and a long pink tongue uncurled like a yo-yo. Stuck underneath was an ethereal sky blue crystal chunk, large, it wouldn't fit in just anyone's mouth. The long tongue curled back around in several ways, wrapping up the mineral like a present before his face faded back into obscurity.
"~Aurum is lethal to almost every race~ ~but not my people~ ~i wasn't after Sky Gold for just ship fuel~"
"why are you telling me?" Yuzun shot back as quiet as he could to the nothingness in front of him.
"~your strength is out of this world~ ~i would be stupid not to hire you again for your muscle~ ~I don't want you wasting away in a Galactic Patrol prison cell for a crime that didn't even reach completion~"
"surely it's harder to keep a low-profile with me around. i can't stealth through the ship like you can."
"~that's where you're wrong~"
Vwernnn~
Yuzun's eyes widened and he looked down at his body. Nothing. No purple wristbands, no white wifebeater, and definitely no orange jumpsuit tied at the waste with the number 4 in big blocky black font.
"let's go!"
Slapp!
"~shh-shh-shh~"
Vwernnn~
A lone guard peered through the cell, Yuzun caressing his blue hair calmly before he locked eyes with the guard.
"What do you want, punk? Hmm? I'm dying to get a comb around here, do you want me to shed? These living conditions are impossible."
"Shut the hell up, Pretty Boy!"
Clangg!
"Your mother walks the corner on dog street, filth!" Yuzun shouted through the bars, shaking them like a primate before sidling backwards.
"~knn-knn~" The Invisible Lizard couldn't keep a lid on it, laughing with low hysterics. "~dog street~"
"i had to say something."
"~so~"
"so what?"
"~i can break you out of here but only if you're willing to partner up for one more job, no questions asked~"
"no questions asked?" Yuzun freaked out, scoffing as loudly as he could while still maintaining a somewhat quiet manner to him. "that's what got me in this cell in the first place!"
"~nah~ ~what got us in here was that loud mouth bitch~"
"Miza?"
"~yuh~ ~if she just did her job like she was supposed to then we were golden~ ~those freaking dunces were playing Uno for god's sake~"
"what about Iwaza?"
"~what about her~ ~she was with Miza, she's dead to me~"
"nah. she was the only one worth a damn on the whole team."
"~i don't know~"
"look, i'm down to get outta here but i for sure need my circlet first."
"~are you kidding me~" The Invisible Lizard almost shouted, warping in and subsequently out of existence just as quick.
"i'm not leaving until i get my circlet. i won't ask questions but we've gotta get my piece on the way out."
"~fuckin'~" The Invisible Lizard sighed deeply, pulling at his face with his hands. "~alright, fine~"
Yuzun fist pumped in victory before asking.
"how did you get in here? you didn't open the door or anything."
"~i'm a lizard~" Is all he said as the iron bars ruffled and moved ever so slightly. He looked both ways and then Yuzun couldn't hear anything after that. The Pretty Boy checked the room, hands on everything in his limited scope with the cuffs. The bed, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. The Yellow Lizard was no more.
Zauyogi crept along the ceiling, avoiding the guards with expert movement and taking stock of the surroundings. His narrow eyes searched high and low as he crawled the top of each hallway, sneaking glances at the officers badges, weapons, armour, communication devices, and:
"Keycards!" Zauyogi shouted in his mind as he saw a lone patrolman open the door to a break room, microwave, small table, and fridge to boot. "Interesting…" He remarked as another officer brought out their card and slid it along the sleek black apparatus outside the door. Upon the opening of the door, the lizardman sprang into action, carefully but nonetheless quickly as he could, shimmied into position inside the room just as the door closed behind him. The Galactic Patrol officers wore a lengthy cloak and appeared more like templars, two people of titanic stature, each wearing a mask that they of course took off to eat.
"Hey."
"Hello."
"These things are a bit scary, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I'd say." A woman with pointy ears remarked back as she let down her long hair and shook it out. "We don't really look like police at all." She laughed, placing a hand over her mouth as she did it. "You think we can get The King to change the design?"
Zauyogi just let them chat it up as he skittered along the chrome tile and rounded the backside of the man in front of the refrigerator.
Klm.
Swiftly, he was forced to backstep as the man opened it wide and missed him by hairs.
"I don't know. He's all for that stuff, you know he's trying to have the throne room painted?"
"I mean, I would assume so. That place looks so drab."
"No-ho." He chuckled as he took out a tall glass of a maroon coloured juice of some kind. "It's what he's gonna have in there."
"Well what's he gonna hang up there?"
"Criminals. Mug shots. He's actually gonna put that right in his quarters."
"Unreal."
"Yeah~ he's somethin' else. I wouldn't be surprised if we never ditch these robes. They're nice to move in but I feel like something tighter would be a lot better."
"I don't know." The woman responded as she set the golden face on the table and stared into the dark eye sockets, dragged into the ethereal quality of the mask as Zauyogi slipped in and swiped her car from a pouch on her belt line.
Zauyogi bid his time against the back wall of the room, tapping his finger on his bicep in anticipation as he watched the two officers talk about this, that, and the other while they ate. Time seemed to screech to a halt and all Zauyogi could do was stare at the clock as it ticked down ever so slowly. After the longest few minutes of his life the yellow lizardman filed out of the door with the pair and jumped back onto the ceiling.
"Contraband room…" The Yellow Lizard mused as he eyed the map on the wall. "Yuzun's damn circlet has gotta be in there."
Zauyogi crawled along the chrome until:
"Ha-Ha!" He kept to himself, smiling as he sniped a vent far down the hall.
Tp. Dmp. Tap. Tmp.
Clicks and clacks of a serious nature marched down the hall as the man without a mask b-lined it towards Zauyogi. The Yellow Lizard just smiled as Merus passed him. He bid his time once again until Merus made it half way down the hall.
"..."
"..!" Zauyogi almost yelped as Merus made strict eye contact with him. Merus held the eye contact before letting out a harsh breath through his nostrils and turning back around. "Who the hell Is that guy!? He almost found me out! I thought I let the camouflage slip for a second there~" He wiped his brow and unscrewed the ventilation cage with his tongue, catching each screw with his left hand and then the grate with his right as it fell from the last bolt. Zauyogi looked around and nodded to himself as he screwed the plate back in from above with excellency, his long mouthy appendage possessing a manner of great skill.
Zauyogi took a deep breath as he leaned against the metal and closed his eyes.
"Man…" He ruminated, rotating his shoulders and letting out whispery grunts. "I really should have tried harder during my training. I can prowl around just fine but my camo sucks. I even have to rely on the Aurum to get it done too when I should be able to just hold it for hours."
The Yellow Lizard took deep inhales and let out cathartic exhales in his rest period in the shaft before he pushed forward, laid flat, and crawled along the duct with determination. Zauyogi eyed the halls below him as he passed through, edging towards his destination one frenzied shimmy at a time. With enough moxie, Zauyogi cleared the labyrinthian design of the ducts and peered down into the low lit back room of weaponry.
"No way~" The Yellow Lizard almost let out. "They've got someone posted in here!? Damn~"
"..." The patrolman in the mask laid his back against the wall and kept a lookout towards the door, all sorts of items, trinkets, weapons, armours, jewels, gems, and other various tools laid in tight arrangements, each in their own little zipped up baggy, some tiny compartments and others in huge volumetric zip bags.
"Is he asleep?" The Yellow Lizard asked to himself as he saw the templar officer take deep rhythmic breaths, mask down. "Wow! I think he might actually be asleep."
"..."
"Nah, I'm not gonna take that chance. I only got one shot at this if I want to get through the ducts. I'm glad I took the ducts anyway because using the card would have been even more difficult."
Zauyogi looked up and down, left and right, trying to sus out any attack angle without armour.
"Shit~ these patrolmen are armed to the teeth. They don't show Any skin at all… Guess I'll just have to take off the helmet and try and go for the neck." He finally decided, his sharp fangs glistening in anticipation. Zauyogi waited it out until his teeth grew into their pinnacle of ghastly toxicity. A drip fell through into the room and singed the chrome forcing a delayed reaction from the guard.
"..?" The officer raised a brow through his mask and walked over to the stain on the floor, rubbing his gauntlet along it in intrigue before Zauyogi detached the grate, and carefully placed it in the shaft behind him. "..!"
Before the guard react in any way other than well and true bewilderment, Zauyogi pounced and forced the confrontation to the tile in a death roll, snatching off the face mask with his sharp tongue and biting into the guard's neck as he covered the man's wails of pan and muted calls for help. The man fought back, struggled, but there wasn't much he could do seeing as he Couldn't see what was attacking him. Zauyogi let a few other toxins through, draining them all out and letting them slide off his tongue and into the man's open maw as he stood up and eyed the outside. The man's limpness began to straighten out and Zauyogi placed him against the back wall, folding his arms into a pose and placing the helmet back over the guard.
"Good as new." He remarked, patting the templar's robes.
There was a bit of silence, punctuated by the dull drone of machinery the headquarters possessed as Zauyogi cat walked towards the item in question that turned into items in question.
"Well, well, looks like it's worth my time after all." He claimed, rubbing his hands and letting out a cackle as he stared at the many chunks of sky blue Aurum mineral. Zauyogi let it all hang out, stretching a few times for good measure and limbering up.
"This is a good time for another break." He asserted, unzipping the minerals and shoving them into his mouth one at a time. "Hrmmm~" He grumbled. "Slow your roll." Zauyogi stated calmly, palms outwardly facing the items. "Getting greedy is how you caught the case last time. Just take a few and be fine with it." The Yellow Lizard shoved the last few and zipped up the bag, placing it back where it belonged before he started his search for the item in question.
The ship suffered some minor turbulence as Zauyogi scoured the table of contents for the particular content.
"There you are." He smirked, snatching up the bag, pinching the item and dissolving the plastic with another gout of corrosive saliva, steamy fog lighting up the back half of the room.
With a calculated effort The Yellow Lizard walked the line right up to the deceased officer and put his scaly hand on the robes. After a while a staticy construct started to form and his shape started to warp. As he worked his magic, Zauyogi smashed a chunk of Aurum between his teeth, swallowing with a grand display speeding up the process of his technique. As The Yellow Lizard turned to hop towards the shaft on the ceiling he hit a double take, gazing back at the man before him.
"..." He furrowed his brow and at first, was unaware what his subconscious was telling him. He squirmed his mouth and stared at the limp corpse warped into the chrome wall. "..!" All at once, it came to him, staring him right in the mouth. "The keycard." He ruminated, bringing up the one he possessed. "He's gonna need it less than that woman." Zauyogi kept to himself as he prowled on the ground before shooting up and looking both ways out the window. "If she hasn't already freaked out I'm gonna need to work fast and make sure this gets back to her before then."
Zauyogi nodded as he slipped back to the ground and snatched the deceased officer's keycard as well.
"This'll make things easier."
Zauyogi put the circlet on his neck and vaulted back into the vent, taking the time to delicately screw the grate back into place. Zauyogi eyed the illusion before him carefully, blinking a single time as a second set of eyes appeared. As he finished the officer started to slide down the wall, abandoning his previously stoic pose into a lifeless lay on the floor. The Yellow Lizard nodded his head as he double checked like an eye doctor, blinking with one set, and then shifting to the other in confirmation.
Swunnle~
Zauyogi booked it through the vents, even going past his entry point to try and see:
"Nope." He commented in the shaft. "This is about where Yuzun would be. It'd be a dumb move to put a ventilation shaft in a cell." The Yellow Lizard crawled and crawled until he reached the very end of the corridor.
He examined what he could through the limited view and:
"Bingo." He thought to himself as he saw employees enter spaceships, exit out of the blue shield guarding the hangar and into the galaxy beyond. The whole hangar was complete with various posts in cubic booths, about three or so posts for each of the giant shield walls. "Perfect. Looks like the ships can be operated with the keycards as well." Zauyogi posited as he eyed the intel in front of him.
Zauyogi shimmied and scooted along the shaft until he reached the contraband room once again. He undid the latch, redid it and then peeked out the window.
"Coast is clear." He remarked, opening the door and sidling out into the hall, placing his back firmly against the wall and then proceeding to stick to the ceiling strategy. His sticky hands left no prints as his camouflaged body galloped towards the cell unit. He stopped on a dime as he eyed another map of the facility in a different hall. "Lost and found?"
Zauyogi shifted gears and booked it back down the hall, past the contraband room and into the area he just mapped out, sticking the landing and creeping through the slightly ajar door as a slightly less tall templar hashed it out with an employee behind the counter.
"I'm sorry, I don't have it."
"What~ but~ I swear~ I used it to get in the break room." She pleaded, not the type of voice you would assume come from behind the ghoulish mask she was wearing. "It was right he~"
The lady behind the counter just grunted sassily as the officer checked her beltline, exhaled nervously and it existed.
"Mm-Hmm~"
"I swear! I wasn't making it uppp~"
The door shifted again, neither employee noticing.
Slllup~
The cell window bars sounded off as Zauyogi slipped in and Yuzun shot up with a fist pump. The Yellow Lizard crouched low and positioned himself in the corner as he threw the circlet.
"Nice!"
"~shh-shh~"
"right, sorry."
Zauyogi undid his camouflage and just swat the air in a 'don't worry about it' manner.
"when are we leaving?"
"~we can go right now if you're ready~ ~i'd just need to make a call real quick before i bust you out~"
Yuzun placed the circlet over his forehead and took a dramatic breath through his nostrils, letting the air breath on the way out back through his nose.
"okay."
"~you're good~"
"no."
"~why the hell not~"
"Iwaza."
"~damn~ ~really~"
"..." Yuzun said nothing, crossing his arms and gazing down with intensity as Zauyogi firmly pressed his back up against the wall.
"~gimme a reason~"
"she can undo spells."
Zauyogi just raised a brow at the development.
"you hired her for that reason, right?"
"~yeah, i did~"
"then that seems a good enough reason, no?"
"~you expect us to encounter a spell that needs undoing~"
"i was told not to ask questions. all i'm saying is that a tool like that would probably be useful in case we ran into some nasty types."
"~...~"
"i'm just the muscle. i can't do anything like that, if we spread out our skillsets we make a better team. ..." He flared out his arms with a cocky dramatism. "right..?"
"~fine~"
"but how do we even get out of here in the first place?"
"~i've got a keycard, The Galactic Patrol uses them for everything~ ~meaning we can fire up a ship in their hangar with it~"
"Nice! Let's fucking go!"
The two high fived again but they soon quieted down as footsteps echoed through the hall.
"You're sure having a lot of fun in there."
BanggBanggBang!
"Of course." Yuzun agreed as he turned his back to the wall and let his long blue hair shake out wildly.
The templar guard peered through the small slots in his mask and beckoned, Zauyogi scampering out of sight and into the corner on the door wall.
"Ayy!"
Bangg!
"Turn around!"
Yuzun placed the circlet on the bedframe and stretched his arms to the sky in a fabulous pirouette.
"Something the matter, officer?"
"..." The patrolman loomed and scouted, trying to get a better look behind him.
Klangg!
"Step away from the bed!"
"Is that really necessary?"
"You heard what I said! You convicts look for the sneakiest ways to get around us! I've run into scum that shit on the wall just for a distraction! Move it!"
Yuzun pointed to the circlet as inconspicuously as he could, hand behind his back. Zauyogi darted across the room and picked up the headdress, enveloping it in warpy camouflage as the patrolman demanded.
KlanggBang!
"I'm coming in there!"
"You are most welcome to try."
The officer flung the door open and pointed his polearm at Yuzun, corralling him to the corner and checking the bedspread, flinging the covers off in a wild flare.
Fwuofff~
The man checked under the mattress and then subsequently under the frame as well, on his hands and knees with a curious eye.
"Hmm. No suspicious activity… yet!" He huffed, closing the door behind him dramatically.
Kllamm!
"You got lucky this time."
"Yeah, sure man, whatever helps you sleep at night."
"What'd you say!?"
"I said whatever helps you sleep at night. I know someone so restless needs their beauty sleep whenever they can get it."
"..."
"And by your constant wearing of that mask I assume you'd prefer no one knows what your ugly mug looks like."
"Watch your tongue, boy!" He shouted back with vitriol, fluffing his robes before turning down the hall and stomping on the tile in disapproval.
"~phew~" Zauyogi let out as he sweat up a storm in the corner of the room.
"are you okay?"
"~nah~ ~i'm out of shape with my Transparency~"
"shape?"
"~figuratively speaking~ ~if you haven't practiced a technique in a while it'll diminish, basic stuff~"
"ah, gotcha."
The two spared a few moments of silence before Yuzun cleared his throat and stared at him with a raised brow.
"you gonna go fetch Izawa?"
"~right~" Zauyogi answered as he slipped through the bars and out into the hall. After looking both ways he crossed the street and leaped into the bars of a room down the stretch and on the opposite side.
Iwaza raised a brow and slicked back her silvery white hair, sitting up on the bed at the minorest of noises that just entered her space.
"Shi~ MMM~"
"~settle down, will you~ ~shit~"
"MMM!"
"~i'm here to help, bitch~ ~you want out of this joint or not~"
"..." Iwaza squirmed her face in an unnatural contortion, her eyes pretty peeled at the concept as Zauyogi appeared in full view and drew his arms back for diplomacy.
"~shh~" He commanded, lone pointer finger over his maw as he faded into a warpy line of chrome and edged against the wall.
TapTapTap.
"What's going on in there?" A patrolwoman questioned, left hand over the bars as she peered into the room.
"Nothing." She replied stoically, looking forward at the blank nothingness. Iwaza let out a patronising and heavy sigh before speaking again. "Just a bad dream."
The officer doubted that with her facial movements but they were unable to show through the knight's helmet she wore and she dropped the issue and walked the length of the hall.
"You're here to get us out?"
"~us~" He laughed. "~who's us~"
"My girls, what the hell do you mean, 'who's us'?"
"~i can't help the others~"
"Why not?"
"~lower your voice~" He chastised, miming a volume meter with his left hand, eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
"sorry."
"~it's fine~" He coughed out before continuing. "~i literally can't support getting the whole gang out of here~"
"why's that, huh?"
"~my camouflage ability takes a lot out of me and I already agreed to chauffeur Yuzun first class~"
"hmm." She hummed, clearly unimpressed. "what makes you think i'm gonna bail on my sisters like that?"
Zauyogi shot a glance out the window bars again before continuing.
"~well look, i don't really care one way or the other if you come, Yuzun is the one who wants your skills~"
She just shook her head in bewilderment.
"~all i do know is that i can get three people out in this one venture, you in~ ~or are you out~"
"you really can't free my sisters?"
"~hey you were playing Uno while Yuzun and I were busting our asses, as far as i'm concerned i don't have to do anything for those brats~"
"Huu~Hehhnnn." Iwaza let a sigh escape from deep in her diaphragm as she flopped down onto the sheets in defeat. "Yeah."
"~yeah what~"
"that was incredibly dumb. i just kinda let that one happen."
Zauyogi shot a few more glares out the door as he let Iwaza speak her peace.
"what do you need me for?"
Zauyogi just turned around and raised a brow, meeting her eye line from across the room. The Yellow Lizard let the air breath as they stared before Iwaza continued.
"i assume we're doing a job, right?"
"~mmhmm~"
"so what's the job?"
"~we're going to find Hocus Pocus: Zoon's Lost City of Gold~"
Bibidi
"What Did You Do!?"
Bibidi strolled around the counter with a pompous air, arms behind his back before fanning the little door open with a wave of his hand and a glitter of magic. The little shop of horrors jingled and jangled as pressured steam continued to billow out of Buu and hotbox the room.
"Rrrrrrr~" Buu let out disgruntled, teeth clenched together and veins pulsating. A poisonous black mark drew over his forehead, inking it like a tattoo and forcing the skin underneath to bubble unhealthily, more smokey gas following the ebony lines drawn on his forehead. The construct finished in a fantastical M shape.
"Love that you fools here on Majin have such powerful magics yet not even seem to care how to use them. Found this one marked in a set of scrolls." Bibidi paraded around his store with a chuckling demeanor. He snapped and another ringing gold bell spawned into existence at the door. "Now. Mmhnn!" He forced the door open with a wave of his hand and spawned a wooden block to hold it as wet air sucked out the smog bit by bit. Bibidi conjured a few spells, sucking up the remaining smoke forcibly and parrying it out onto the soaked city streets.
ZXXWAYUII~
Strange warping sounds occurred as Babidi motioned his hands carefully, spawning a magic circle of some kind in front of the door. Smoke seemed to want to funnel in away from the foggy wet pavement but stood still in front of the barrier, refusing to enter unlike mere moments ago. Bibidi watched as more gas poured out of Buu and he adjusted his fingers, the magical runic spell changing in response, pulling at the smoke he conjured and forcing it out with a draft. The condensation lessened and the air returned to a more palatable cool breeze.
"Ahh~" Bibidi let out with some catharsis, stretching in front of the door as he watched Madjinni walk the damp road. "Now where was I..? Oh! Yes. This." Bibidi beckoned to a tucked away scroll in the back, the well cared for parchment floating across the store as Buu struggled his grey ass off and got nowhere for his troubles.
Scllluuuhh~
Bibidi popped the scroll out of its immaculately crafted carrying cylinder, unraveling it in front of the Majin.
"The Madjinni have crafted many a powerful magic over the years they've inhabited this planet. I bought this from someone who actually knew their stuff, something few and far between on this planet it would seem. You are but a base creature."
"Shut Up!"
"My my~" Bibidi let out as he rolled the scroll back into form and shelved it in the carrying case. "You have quite the strong will to even talk back to me like that right now."
"Grrrrrr~"
"You really shouldn't have told me you wanted to become Kami."
Buu's already crimson red eyes felt like they could bleed any moment due to the hole he was staring through Bibidi.
"I know of the separation spell. I figure that if you're rowdy like this and failed the final call to action you might have split in two. You being the evil half presumably."
"I'll Kill You!"
"See, you won't actually. The Majin Lock is precisely the most effective against characters such as yourself."
"Grrrrrrr~"
"The more hate you have in your heart, the more rambunctious you are, the more chaos you wish to unleash on those who have yet to wrong you…"
The pair locked eyes, everything else ceasing to matter on that plane of existence as the white fog was pulled from Buu's pores and out of the store. They held silent for a long time, the ethereal smoke wafting and wavering ever so slightly.
"...The more effective The Majin Lock is. Now seeing as you're pure evil, you have to do what I say, when I say it."
"I Ain't- Guhh-"
Buu's body locked up as Bibidi broke away and filed in back behind the counter.
"Doesn't look like you have a choice now."
"..."
The smoke broke out in wild zigzags, as if Buu was trying to attack with spirited attempts using his white foggy aura but it was to no avail, the jumping vapor was tugged at all the same and forced out of the open door and through the magic seal.
"Now. I have a few things I need to get situated. Once I pack my bags, we're using that fantastic teleportation of yours and we're getting out of here."
Buu's fury couldn't be put into words if he could use them, he was forced to stand there and say nothing, his smokey fog churning and billowing with immense pressure behind it. The air around the smog warped and changed on a whim, one could feel the heat from several feet away. Bibidi cackled and lived it up as he packed everything in a neat little black suitcase with red velvet lining. He threw in The Dragon Ball, the ocarina, and several other little trinkets. Most of what he gathered were scrolls, knowledge. Only the most special items in the shop were gathered. As Bibidi packed his carrying case the items he chose to place in there shrunk on contact with the red leather, forcing it to fit in. Once he had reached the limit he gave the place a once over, walked outside and:
Swing!
Sorry, We're Closed
Buu freaked out as his body moved separate from his consent, slow heavy strides as he made his way toward the small little gremlin. Bibidi threw his crystal ball into the air and waved a magic incantation.
"Parapappa!"
Magic warped, electricity sparked, and smoke shot out in every direction as Buu's yellow boxing glove teetered and tottered before touching against his forehead. Buu took his off hand and placed it on his now master.
"Take me to…" He waved his hands in front of the crystal ball, conjuring an image in Buu's mind. "Planet Zoon."
"You're Going To Regret~ This!" Buu shouted as his grey antenna jumped in a frenzy, the rest of his body as still as could be.
Bibidi just smiled as lines drew over their frames, warping the air in the darkened shop. The last flutters of smoke petered out as they left the premises.
Va-Vzh!