Reproba Paciscor
by Moonraker One

A/N: I'm not going to try and excuse my lack of updates. I'm just going to say that I've been really busy.

CHAPTER THREE

The young man formerly known as Kid Buu woke up. It had been the first time in his existence that sleep came on a surprisingly comfortable couch, rather than the interior of a spell-based energy ball. He stretched his once-more mortal bones and wiped the sleep from his eyes. The antique smell of the house he had been allowed to stay in gave him a sense of nostalgia for happier times. Times, he knew, before the countless eons of massacre, where his master Bibidi and he had torn through one galaxy after another. He managed to catch yet another smell; the smell of frying bacon. It perked him up.

"Otal," Jennifer spoke, cheerfully, "do you want your bacon dark brown, or just done? And how about your eggs?"

"I want bacon done only, and my eggs scrambled," he answered, quickly and enthusiastically.

The grandfather lumbered down from the upstairs bedroom where he slept, slowly creaking the boards with each footstep. He smiled at the short young boy in pink pajamas. "So, Otal, you sleep well? Well, it's good to know that you're in a comfortable setting. Jennifer tells me she saved you from some thugs!" He looked through the hallway entrance to the kitchen where his granddaughter stood over a skillet. "She's always had the knack for that sort of thing."

She frowned. "Grandpa, please. I'm a bit psychic, not a crime fighter." She flipped the bacon over and stirred the yellow egg mixture. "Besides, I managed to get those punks with a basic psychic wave. I didn't even need to do anything fancy." She stirred the mixture yet again as she turned to Otal.

"So, how you get your powers?" He inquired.

"I've had these psychic abilities since I was a little girl," she answered frankly. "I don't actually know what caused me to have them." The line of discussion intrigued her, and inspired a question of her own. "So, who did you lose your powers to?"

Otal brushed his hair with his hand. "Wish I knew. Young man, he had a leather jacket and black spiky hair. Oh, and those sunglasses." He raised an eyebrow. "Don't know why someone would wear sunglasses at night." The image of the young man his physical age was burned into his mind. He recalled the burning rage of the magic Bibidi had placed upon him, and he instinctively went for the kill when he'd seen Robin. Then a strange light illuminated everything he saw, and the next thing to pop into his mind was being cold and in pain.

He had woken up from what seemed like an eternity, despite it being seconds later. The first thing he did was get up and examine himself; his body parts were still intact, although he had aches in his flesh. Then the gangs that hung out between buildings came. He tried to defend himself, only to notice that he had no powers. None of his abilities were intact. He did his best to run, but they kept chasing him out of some sadistic urge for fun. All he could do was run. It was only after he found himself under attack for a third time that he'd met Jennifer, who put a stop to the attack with her abilities.

She ended his flashback gently with a brush of her hand against his head. He felt strangely comforted by the slightest touch of her hand. "Let me see if I can help you," she calmly stated, closing her eyes and entering his mind. "Focus on the picture of the boy in your head. I might be able to recognize it." She peeled back the layers of distracting cross-thought, and the image became less blurry and she could make out the features. The hair appeared, then the intricate nature of the face, and finally, the identity occurred to her. "Wait a minute," she gasped, "that's Robin!"

"Robin? Of the Teen Titans?" the grandfather uttered, shocked.

"Who is Robin?" Otal asked. "Who are the Teen Titans?" He looked back and forth between the grandfather and the daughter.

"The Teen Titans are a group of crime fighters," she explained, "and Robin is one who has never had powers before." She looked at her grandfather, a bit nervously. "This may not necessarily be a good thing."

Otal looked down. "If someone can use the powers of Buu against evil, that's better."

She quickly whipped back to face him. "Otal, how can you say that? He's never been prepared to handle these abilities! The power might get to him."

"If I get them back," he argued, "I might turn into what I once was." He imagined himself, once more as Buu, destroying everything around him, and not thinking anything about it. "Nothing could be worse than that." She put her hands on his shoulders.

"It doesn't matter; we have to make sure the power doesn't get to him."

He shook his head. "How can we do anything? He has a team of superheroes. All I have is you with your mind powers."

"Wait, let me see inside your mind again." She pried once more into the images of that evening. She focused away from the face. "There was an object in his hand! Let's see if we can find that!" He saw it clearly in his memories once she came upon it, and suddenly, hope returned. "Let's go to the place it was, and start looking from there."

Otal nodded, a pleased expression returning to his face. At last, a possibility. "Ok, let's go." As they left her house, they each had their separate ideas of what their goals were, in regards to the object. Otal himself had mixed feelings and didn't necessarily want his power back. Jennifer, on the other hand, wanted no less than to see her friend regain what was his.

The past twenty-four hours saw a dramatic reduction in crime the world over. Robin didn't have to stop for more than a few seconds. After rounding up all the baddies in his hometown, he spread out to the other parts of the world, and with the incredible powers of Buu, needed no more than three hours to clean up every major city in the world. Even Superman himself had nowhere near the capacity for crime fighting. Whenever he needed to sleep, a few seconds had the same effect of a full eight hours. It amazed him how incapable he was as a normal human compared to this point.

Coming back to the tower after a full day of taking out the bad guys, he flew in low and landed on the roof. Making a quick scan to ensure no civilian could see him, he removed his eye mask and wiped his eyes. From the door, came his friends. Starfire met him first. "Friend Robin!" She gushed. "How did you fare in the other parts of the world?" The others guessed what the answer was.

He clenched his fists. "Amazing. Seventeen hours covering all the little areas, three hours in the major cities, and I've got the world's crime rate down by about ninety-five percent." He scratched his head. "I just wanted to see how much I could do in one day. Let's take a break for a bit, let the other superheroes pick up the slack."

Raven and Cyborg looked at each other nervously. "Robin," Raven finally entered, "don't you think you're running the risk of marginalizing the other superheroes in the world?"

"Yeah, Robin, I'm not trying to be your mom," Cyborg picked up where Raven left off, "but even Superman and Batman like to respect other heroes' boundaries."

Robin stopped dead in his tracks. His cybernetic friend flinched mildly because he knew he hit a nerve. The slow turn the boy wonder made to face his friends unseated all of them. "First of all," he said in a tone a bit sterner than usual, "you don't know Batman like I do. He only respects the boundaries he has to, and even then, he's constantly thinking of ways to cross them and not get hurt. Second of all, let's say the power is getting to me."

"But, Cyborg didn't say that," Beast Boy tried to defend.

Robin ignored the defense. "Go on, let's say the power is getting to me. Have I killed anyone? Have I decided to rule the world with my own sense of justice? No. I'm just doing a clean-up job." He turned to the roof's entrance. "Geez, someone has a better mousetrap and people treat it as a bad thing."

"Robin," Starfire jumped in, "none of us are attempting to communicate that you are a person of the bad nature. We have simply become aware of the fact that you are not quite acting as yourself." She moved ahead of the group and held his arm. "Robin, do you not see how quick you are to anger? This is not you." Her touch soothed him. With it, the anger that had been simmering disappeared.

"You're right, Starfire, I'm way too upset," he admitted. "I'm probably just not used to these abilities yet." The others still weren't quite convinced, but at least, they could admit, the strong feelings between their team leader and the alien girl had enough of an effect that they could sleep easier. They filed into the tower and went about watching movies and playing games until bedtime. While everyone else tucked away for eight hours of sleep, he closed his eyes on the couch, and five seconds later, he was fully rested. He got up and left the tower. He could return anytime he wanted; right now, he needed to clear his head. The last few days, since obtaining the powers, had been crazy.

As he flew down to the city, with his mask and costume back on, he felt a slight pull towards a certain location. Quickly descending to street level, he stepped between two buildings and immediately was greeted by a beautiful, dark haired woman in a business suit. "Can I help you, ma'am?" Robin said.

She grinned. "No," she replied, "but I believe I can help you. My name is Bibidi. And although I look like one of you humans, I assure you, I am not. This form is a borrowed one to avoid attracting undue suspicion." She walked gracefully out of the alley. "I am a mage, and am responsible for the creation of Majin Buu, whose powers you currently have."

Robin interrupted, slightly pressured. "Okay, how did I get these powers?"

She raised her eyebrows a moment. "That's simple. You got a hold of my symbol of magic. It's made of metal and it has a transference spell in it. It sensed you wanted power, and by sheer luck, Buu was right in front of you."

"Why," he next asked, "am I acting not myself?" This was the question he banked on. This, he knew, would be the more important of the two.

"Buu's powers," she eloquently explained, "respond to the psyche. You want to be better at fighting crime, it fulfills that. Your problem comes in the fact that you don't have control over your feelings regarding this new power. Your sudden ability to rid the world of crime makes you feel like you need to make up for all the times you couldn't stop all the bad guys."

Robin hung his head a moment. "You sure are right about that one," he sulked. Suddenly, he jerked up as a thought hit him. "Wait a minute! Why am I talking to you? You used Buu to destroy..." his angry shouts came in a stark contrast to his previous mood, but he found himself staring down a glowing hand, and he felt his mind slipping.

Her expression suddenly changed to an angry scowl. Robin clutched his head in pain. "Now listen here, you little shit, I turned Otal Monruu into Majin Buu, gave him immense powers, and he didn't want to obey me. YOU are going to obey me."

Robin spasmed back and forth, smashing into the sides of buildings before he felt a dark worm slither through his mind and brush aside his conscious will like a fly being swatted. Then suddenly, he felt great. He felt like he could destroy anyone, and anything, and that it would be the best feeling in the world. He sneered and Bibidi returned the look. "Yes, master Bibidi. I will do as you please."

She pulled him closer. "The first thing we're going to do, is get a space craft that will be able to take us off this planet when we destroy it."

He nodded. "Will do."

She held onto his neck. "Now fly me. And don't go too fast." They took off together. What they failed to notice, was that a particular duo waited behind the alley and heard every word.

Otal clenched his fists angrily. "Damn it! Bibidi is back! We too late."

Jennifer felt along the ground. She moved a trash can aside, and picked up a familiar metal shape. "Not exactly," she said, grinning. Otal turned around and smiled widely at the artifact. "I used my magic to locate the artifact, and it was here."

"We must contact the Teen Titans," he advised.

"I'll take care of that," she answered, putting her fingers to her head. Hello? She asked, mentally. I know you Teen Titans are a bit reclusive when you're not fighting crime, but I need your help! Robin has fallen into the grasp of Bibidi, the mage who created Majin Buu, and he plans on using him to destroy the planet! I'm located at the alleyway between the West Side Cleaners and a video store. Come right away!

"Don't worry," she told Otal. "You'll become Buu once again, and this time, Bibidi's influence will be gone, because we will destroy it completely. Along with Bibidi."

"I just hope you're right," he sheepishly admitted.