--- Disturbance, Book 3: Endurance ---
Chapter E15 - Otherworld
Disclaimer: The fun about this sentence is that by the time you realise it doesn't say anything, it's too late to stop reading it. Also: See first chapter.
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-Go now, if you want it-
-An otherworld awaits you-
Kellre and Avarrdo stood side by side, watching on the viewscreen as the twins began to battle with Majin Buu. "It's about time," the older Saiyan remarked casually, "I didn't want to drag them down if they weren't committed."
Avarrdo sighed and shrugged slightly; he, in all honestly, hadn't wanted them to fight, but he knew he'd given up all rights to tell them what to do long ago to their brother. "They would have left with you if you asked," he replied, just as casually, "But without their anger to fuel their power, perhaps events would have been different." It was left unsaid that the twins needed to believe they would help to be able to; even ignoring their unique abilities, which Avarrdo always tried to do to avoid treating them differently, if someone didn't believe they would help, they would only be a liability.
"Yes, but I do not like it," Kellre commented simply.
"Do you doubt the logic?" Avarrdo asked curiously.
Kellre shook his head. "No. But that nothing to do with liking it." Kellre, too, knew why they'd needed to do what they did, but it still left a sour taste in his mouth. Shaking his head again, he added. "I have waited long enough. It is time I join this battle, and long overdue at that."
-Don't you give up on it-
-You bite the hand that feeds you-
Turning away from Avarrdo, Kellre nodded his head at his brother. Truniz just sighed. "To think, I was stronger than you once," the younger Saiyan remarked wistfully, "I kept telling myself that if I could peel you off Raene once in a while I might get a chance to learn some of your new tricks, but I guess I kept putting it off." Pausing, he shrugged off the nearly unseen sword slung over his back and tossed it to his brother, a midnight black weapon to match Kellre's ivory white. "If we get through this, I would appreciate an extended family reunion," he finished with a smirk.
Catching the sword and slinging it over his shoulder in a single motion, Kellre just returned his brother's smirk, replying simply, "Indeed." It was all that need be said.
Turning to his mate, he noticed Raene giving him a level stare, before she stated in a tone of pure determination, "If you fall, I will take up your sword." She didn't need to say any more.
"Then for your sake, and for his," he gently placed a hand on her stomach, "I had best not." He kissed her deeply, before moving away, and waiting for Avarrdo to finish his own goodbyes.
April, for her part, had but one request for her mate. "Bring my kids back to me." It was left unsaid that he had to be alive to bring them. With a nod, he sealed his unspoken promise with a kiss, and moved to join his friend of countless years. Placing a hand on Kellre's shoulder, the older Saiyan raised two fingers to his forehead, before the two disappeared, teleported to the battlefield a dimension away.
-All alone, cold fields you wander-
-Memories of it, cloud your sight-
-Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber-
-Lost your way, a fallen knight-
Kaen had to admit he'd been nervous when the twins began to fight Majin Buu, especially as he was still relegated to the sidelines. He'd only seen them fighting in real combat twice before: once, back before they'd arrived on Earth, where they were way to dependant on each other, and the second time, when they, as Liran, were beating 'Super' Buu from one side of the Lookout to the other. This was actually the first true test of how far they had come since Kaen had found his family travelling the depths of space, and, annoyingly, once again he had missed out on a month's worth of their training.
Still, Kaen held on to faith, knowing that despite what he might have told them to motivate them, the twins had never let him down when it was important. And he found his faith rewarded.
From the very start of their battle, the twins were fighting defensively. Lime's left hand alternated between launching black fireballs, usually to counter a ki blast, and throwing walls of black energy, to repel physical attacks. The sword in her right she only used when it was absolutely safe to, such as when she'd already had him off balance by making him run into a wall, or whenever one of Oran's attacks left him open.
Behind her at all times, Oran was the one doing the most damage to Buu's form, temporary though it was, by attacking with four of his spears, though his hands didn't touch them once. He kept two spears with him, held aloft by gusts of wind, and they constantly spun on their centres on either side of him; these, he used to block any stray energy blasts. The four he attacks with he did so by directing air currents around his sister, in turn using the winds to protect her from anything that slipped past her own defences.
All in all, it was the best teamwork he had ever seen from them, and, best still, it was more incidental teamwork than the 'I need you to succeed' type they had used before. Lime drew Buu's attention towards her as best she could, and used her abilities to protect herself, which just so happened to put her brother out of the firing line most of the time, but on the rare occasions he caught a stray blast, she didn't pause. Likewise, Oran defended himself as best he could, while focusing his attentions more on attacking Buu, and the results of his attacks quite often helped to protect his sister.
Kaen couldn't be more proud of them. But he knew they couldn't hold Buu back much longer.
-Hold now, aim is steady-
-An otherworld awaits you-
There was a sudden whistling blur and Kaen found himself looking at the backs of his father and Kellre, who had just appeared before them. Before Kaen could ask anything Kellre was launching himself towards Buu, a fierce white aura igniting to life around him. As he flew between the twins he extended a fist towards Buu and let out a wordless cry as his aura exploded from pure white to vibrant gold. Somehow known only to him, he had shifted all the excess energy of the Super Saiyan transformation into his punch, which had the effect of firing a baseball out of a bazooka, and sent Buu hurtling into the distance. Kellre smirked as the others watched in shock, and said calmly to the twins as if explaining a lesson, "Strike suddenly, do not let your opponent know they are fighting until they are already running before your march."
Abruptly, there was a pillar of dust and smoke on the horizon, indicating Buu's painful return to terra firma, followed shortly by a bright pink dome of energy, heralding his swift recovery. The very air seemed to reverberate with the shrieked cry of "YOU DIE NOW!" before a trail of smoke indicated quite strongly that Buu was back in the air and headed at high speed back towards the Saiyans. Turning back to the others, Kellre grinned, remarking, "Do excuse me, I must see to our most ungracious guest," before he launched himself after Buu.
As the distance between them narrowed, Kellre drew more and more of his power to the surface, his golden aura beginning to roar like a bonfire. Before the pink putty monster even had a chance to make contact with the elder Saiyan, he was blown back by the force of his second transformation. Shielding his eyes and growling wordlessly, Buu looked down at the latest Super Saiyan Two to challenge him, growling, "Won't help you!"
The tall Saiyan still wore his confident smirk and replied, "It certainly won't be doing you any favours." Before beginning his assault on Majin Buu.
-One thousand years, you ready?-
-The otherworld, it takes you-
If Kaen wasn't already sitting down, he was fairly certain he would have fallen. As it was, about all he could do was look to his father and ask, "What the hell-ass balls are you two doing here?"
Patiently calm, infuriatingly so in his son's eyes, Avarrdo replied simply, "Lending a hand."
Shaking his head slowly, Kaen watched Kellre fighting with almost morbid curiosity, before remarking, "You know what? I shouldn't be surprised by this, but here we are." Shaking his head again, he turned back to his father and asked, "Can he reach the third level too? It seems like he can do damn near everything _else_ I can."
"I wouldn't think so," Avarrdo shrugged, "He seemed as surprised by the existence of the third level as we were. Of course, knowing him as well as I do, I could be wrong, and he was more surprised others could do it. And to be fair," he added, "He was a Super Saiyan Two long before you even demonstrated the ability to reach the first level at the tournament, though he did have a dozen-odd years head start over you, even excluding his research prior to your first ascension." Pre-empting the next question he knew was coming, Avarrdo commented, "I am unable to reach the second level, but as I haven't dedicated nearly as much time to training as Kellre has, that's understandable."
"You're a Super Saiyan too dad?" Lime piped in, having retreated to the sidelines once Kellre took over.
Avarrdo nodded once, before shrugging and saying, "It took me considerably more effort than you or your brothers, but then, it seems each successive generation finds it easier than the one before, as Trunks and Goten prove. If the trend continues, future generations of Saiyans may even be born with the ability." Vegeta couldn't help but laugh at the thought that the power he had dedicated his entire life to gaining might, in a few generations, be as natural as breathing.
-Go into the sand, and the dust, and the sky-
-Go now, there's no better plan, than to do or to die-
"Wait a minute!" Oran shouted. "If you had the ability to bring us here all along, why did you say you couldn't do anything?"
"Because," Avarrdo replied patiently, "If you couldn't find your own way to get here, you weren't ready for this fight. I admit, I was a little concerned when young Kat provided a way for you, but it would appear my fears were unfounded."
Ignoring his siblings banter with his father, Kaen's mind reflected back on Kellre and his father's actions over the past few days, before commenting, "Do you two draw pleasure out of destroying everything I think I know about the universe?"
"Yes."
Kaen's eyes snapped to his father, taking note of the perfectly straight face the man wore. "Uh... okay... Just asking..." Shaking his head slightly as a sudden epiphany hit him, he remarked, "I know what you're doing dad."
Avarrdo just grinned back. "Is it working?" Before his son could begin to form a reply, he heard a cry of "Heads up" from Kellre. Spinning to face the man, he noticed a massive errant ki blast headed their way, and, reacting on instinct, threw his right hand out towards the oncoming attack, firing a thin bar of nothingness from his hand with a cry of "Anti-Matter Beam!"
Kaen gaped as he watched the black bar intercept the attack, before the two ceased to exist. "You made an attack out of anti-matter?" He exclaimed in surprise. "That's insane! You could de-stabilize reality."
"Says the boy who manage to create a fire so hot it can burn back *time*," Avarrdo retorted.
"You sound almost impressed," Kaen remarked wryly.
"So do you. Son." Kaen realised with detached horror that his father was right, he *was* very much like him, and for wonder felt _happy_ that there was pride in his father's tone. At that moment, he had never felt more like his father's son.
-Free me, pray to the faith in the face of the light-
-Feed me, fill me with sin, and get ready to fight-
With a half-amused smile on his face, Kaen nodded once in respect to his father, before asking, "So, what's the plan, father?"
"The plan is quite simple," Avarrdo replied. "Kellre and I, with the kids' help, will keep Buu distracted while the four of you recover, or until the Spirit Bomb is ready, whichever happens first. And for the record, next time, try not to rely on an attack with a variable preparation time."
"Believe me, I never wanted it to come to this," Kaen commented dryly, "I thought he would've been long done by now too, but either he's not as good as we thought, or Hercule was a little _too_ influential."
Father and son both rolled their eyes at the thought of Hercule, before Avarrdo cast his gaze up at his old friend's battle and commented, "I should probably take over before Buu gets too used to fighting him. Surprise is about the only advantage we have over him at this point." Turning to the twins, he added, "You two sit this out for now. Next phase is yours," before taking to the sky.
As he floated towards Kellre, who had just managed to once again hit Buu for a six, the older Saiyan glanced over at him and asked rhetorically, "That time already huh?" With a shrug, he dusted his hands, floating off with a simple, "Don't die on us now. I don't want to deal with an upset April for however long it takes for the dragon balls to start working again."
"Four months," Avarrdo replied back, to be met with another shrug. He turned back towards where Buu went only to receive an extendo-punch across the jaw for his troubles, but he merely rolled with the punch, the skin on his face darkening to gun-metal grey moments before impact; a fairly simple (in his mind, at least) trick of using his ki to reinforce his muscles to the point where they didn't just _feel_ like steel, they _became_ it, temporarily. It allowed him to shrug off pretty much any blow short of something capable of blowing a hole through the Icebreaker's hull, and was one of his only defences against a creature the likes of Buu.
"You know Buu, it's a shame you're so wilfully destructive, because you would've made a fascinating test subject," he commented casually, tilting his head _just_ far enough to one side to avoid a powerful ki blast. "I mean, from a magical point of view a construct like yourself may make sense, from a scientific viewpoint, the idea of a substance able to repair itself after it sustains any damage would be an incredible breakthrough."
-You know you will-
"You die now!" Buu shrieked, unleashing a powerful haymaker that, under normal circumstances, could, would, and should have taken his opponent's head clean off; well, not _clean_, there did tend to be a lot of blood and other assorted organic mess. Under normal circumstances, however, he wasn't fighting an opponent who could selectively have the density of a six-foot thick steel wall, and quite frankly, it was frustrating for Buu to fight an opponent as rigid as he was fluid.
Especially when that opponent wouldn't shut up.
"If such advances regenerative capabilities could be sliced into other materials, such as steel, brick, or even glass, well, even _my_ mind boggles at the potential," Avarrdo continued unabated, as Buu continued to rain down blows against him; it's not that they didn't _hurt_, because it still felt like taking a speeding car to the face, but thanks to his little ki trick, he could keep the physical damage to a minimum for a while longer yet.
If his calculations were right, and they almost always were, he should be able to delay Buu long enough using his current stall tactics for the monster to grow complacent and let his guard down. Of course, he wouldn't be able to hold his counterattack for too long, but it should be long enough.
-You know you will-
"And it's not just the regeneration that's so phenomenal," Avarrdo continued, not missing a stride as he was forced to swing an arm up to deflect a ki blast he didn't have the time to dodge, "But also the ability to control what _state_ you are composed of. The ability to shift from solid to liquid, and even to gaseous form, and back again, without expending any real effort, seemingly defies one of the most basic laws of science: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."
Snarling wordlessly, Buu launched a series of blasts at the talky one, growling when the man merely moved his arms quickly to bat them aside. A smarter mind might have realised that this had turned into an 'unstoppable force meets immovable object' battle, but Buu merely saw another face to add to the list of pests who just wouldn't DIE!
"What's your father doing?" Trunks commented to the others quietly, keeping one eye on the one-sided beating above at all times.
Kaen grinned almost fondly. "He's doing what he does best."
-You know, you know, you know, you know, that you will-
"There is one question, though, to which I absolutely *must* know the answer," Avarrdo stated vehemently. "Whether whatever substance you are constructed of can achieve the _fourth_ state of matter: plasma."
"And what's that boy?" Kellre asked with a wry grin, indicating he knew exactly what the younger Saiyan would say. "Experimenting?"
"Why won't you die?!" Buu shouted, beating uselessly against his opponent's seemingly impervious steel body.
"Plasma is almost as fascinating a substance as you," Avarrdo droned on, "Formed by ionised gas, plasma is created when matter ceases to _be_ matter, and instead, becomes raw energy. One of the only natural forms of plasma is lightning, and it's one of the only substances that has never, truly been replicated in a lab environment."
Kaen shook his head slowly, still grinning. "Wasting time," he commented dryly, adding, "I wonder if I used to look like that when he lectured at _me_."
-You know, you know, you know, you know, that you will-
"Plasma is unique among the other forms of matter, in that it is the only one that actively tries to replicate itself," a grin started to form on Avarrdo's face. "I've tested its reactions with all other materials I've encountered to date. When they aren't properly shielded, plasma begins to turn solids into liquids, liquids into gases, and gases into more plasma. It's reactions with living, molecular structures are even more damaging, heightening the activity in the very cells, and causing increased degradation. The smell, alone, as a person's organs begin to liquefy... Well, it's not pretty, though I doubt you'd have much trouble stomaching it, based on what I've seen."
If Buu had hair, he would've torn it out in frustration by now; no matter what he did, nothing seemed to do anything! Blasts either missed, or were parried without effort, and punches and kicks either likewise missed, or did nothing! At the end of his rope, Buu shrieked, "Shut up and DIE!"
Kellre grinned. "Yeah, that's about what you used to look like some times, though you tended to be better behaved. Out of necessity no doubt."
Kaen barked a laugh. "It's like looking at my life in fast forward."
Leaning her head on his shoulder, Pi remarked, "Well, at least this proves you're stronger than Buu."
-You know you will...-
"No more talk!" Buu screamed, charging up his perversion of the Kamehameha, and launching it with a shriek of, "Now you DIE!"
Avarrdo merely twisted out of the way with almost mechanical precision, his own arms snapping around and launching out one of his personal favourite techniques, the Fusion Cannon: two balls of energy, one a blood red, the other a deep gold, fired from opposite hands, tearing towards Buu who, too busy channelling the mock Kamehameha, had no chance to avoid the attack. When the two ki blasts met each other less than a foot from the immobile Buu, there was a powerful explosion; not nearly as bad as the Buu-bomb from earlier, but easily enough to launch Buu into a low orbit for a few precious moments.
"How do you figure?" Kaen asked his mate, without taking his eyes off his father; he'd never seen his old man in true combat before.
Pi giggled. "You, at least, could remain alert and controlled during your father's lectures, without resorting to petty violence and name calling. Most of the time."
With a smirk that could only be called feral, the first time in the entire fight he had broken his stoic countenance, Avarrdo folded his arms over his chest, preparing the attack that all of this had been leading to. "The one experiment I have never tried, the one I would love to try more than I can possibly ever describe, is to see what happens when plasma is introduced to an inanimate material that _is_ animated, thanks to dark magicks." As violet lightning wreathed his hands, he stated coldly, "Let's find out what happens!"
-Fight, fight, fight-
With a surge of purple electricity, Avarrdo's previously empty hands were now each holding the hilt of a curved dagger, a deeper shade of purple to the lightning still crackling around his fists, but there was no question they were ki-wrought. As the older Saiyan began to draw his hands apart, twisting his wrists so his hands were palm down as he did so, the lightning began to arc between both hands. The lightning arc seemed to thicken the further apart he stretched his arms, until he held them almost directly on either side, a massive lightning bolt easily as long as he was tall anchored between the hilts of both daggers.
"BUU MAKE YOU DEAD!" The pint-sized monster shouted shrilly as he tore through the air at high speeds. No more games, no more half-measures, Buu was going to kill the pest dead!
Avarrdo just grinned. "Begin Phase One," he intoned coldly, opening his hands and releasing his attack. "Plasma Arc!" Freed from his grip, the two ki blades shot towards the oncoming Buu at high speed, the violet lightning between them still sparking. Nothing was going to stop Buu, however, who didn't even attempt to dodge the attack; not that it would've done much good _anyway_.
Buu let out a shriek of pain as the bolt of plasma ripped through him like the proverbial hot knife, slicing him clean in half; his eyes and back were on one piece, and his mouth and chest on the other. The intermittent space, Avarrdo noticed with a satisfied grin, rapidly went from solid to liquid to gas in under a second. He didn't, however, observe any new bolts of plasma being formed.
-Fight, fight, fight-
"Fascinating," Avarrdo remarked, with a grin on his face you couldn't have removed with a crowbar, "Application of plasma actually _reverses_ the material's rapid regenerative properties. However, I'm not noticing any ionisation." He crossed his arms over his chest again, purple lightning once again wreathing his hands. "This warrants further investigation. Perhaps further applications of plasma will yield better results."
Buu barely had enough time to get himself back in one piece, and no where near enough time to resume his charge, before he was once again hit by another wave of Avarrdo's Plasma Arc. This one, however, sliced him in half at the waist, and for a brief moment, there was a mass of purple lightning dancing between the two halves, which caused Buu's shriek to rise an octave, before enough of his middle mass was burned away to exhaust any remaining plasma-fuel.
"Wow," Liran remarked, an awed tone to her voice, "It's actually kinda pretty, in a violent way."
"This is awesome!" Trunks added. "Your dad's kicking ass! I didn't even know he could fight."
Liran grinned back. "Well, me and my brothers had to get our violent natures from _somewhere_, and it wasn't from our mother."
-Fight, fight, fight-
"Yes, most satisfying! With the affected area compressed, the results are greatly magnified." He was already preparing the next attack. The plan, at this point, was to keep hitting Buu with Plasma Arc until it stopped working as a stall tactic. Avarrdo knew that he wasn't anywhere near strong enough to cause any lasting physical damage against Buu, but psychological damage was his second major strength in combat, right behind crippling his opponents; a tactic that didn't particularly work against Buu. If he couldn't wound Buu's body, he would fog his mind in rage to keep his more cunning instincts buried beneath a red haze.
"DIE!!!" I that regard, Avarrdo was extremely successful. Buu's mind, if such a word could be used to describe the mockery of neurons in Buu's body, was focused on a single task: to turn the talky man into a fine red paste. The plasma flowing through his body wasn't doing much good either, agitating the magical construct at it's very core, so that, by this point, not even Bibidi himself could've controlled the monster's rage.
Avarrdo deliberately held on to his attack until it was almost too late, waiting until Buu was a few seconds out of strike range, before releasing the Plasma Arc one end at a time. The end result: the attack spun wildly through the air like a thrown bola, constricting around Buu as it sliced through him. Powerful surges of plasma sparked through the gashes in Buu's body, wracking almost his entire form with intense electrical energy, and actually completely paralysing the creature for a good fifteen seconds or more. Needless to say, that would've been quite painful.
"You know," Gohan commented out of the blue, "I don't know that's more satisfying: that Buu is getting severely injured by someone who should be well below his level, or that his inability to actually stop the man is infuriating him so. It's just so... karmic."
-Fight, fight, fight!-
"Perfect!" Avarrdo exclaimed, fighting back the fatigue plaguing him; he was nearing the end of his energy reserves, having burned up most of his ki on his initial defences. By his calculations, he had only one more full-powered Plasma Arc in him before he would require a rest, or... Grinning slightly, he added, "Let's see what effect a series of smaller doses will have." Charging up the last attack he'd have the energy to create, he twisted his wrists upon release, causing the single wave of plasma to 'snap' into several smaller bursts, each travelling at slightly different speeds.
His body still partially paralysed by the previous attack, Buu was nowhere near as flexible as he usually was, else he would have avoided this attack entirely. As it was, Buu was forced to duck and weave between the plasma storm sent his way, delaying his charge towards his opponent by longer than a single attack would have, but not long enough to give Avarrdo enough time to get away. Not long enough by far.
Kellre was a hair's breadth from telling the kids to help when Oran shouted, "Dad's in trouble!" Without waiting for orders or instructions, the dreadlock'd child swept up his dragon-head lanced in a swirl of wind, and launched them at high speed towards Buu, following in the tailwind. Half a heartbeat later, Liran joined him in the sky, followed a second later by Goten and Trunks.
Buu couldn't help but cackle as he drew close to his opponent. The creature could sense that his opponent was at his limit. It was time to end this little dance once and for all.
-Hope dies, and you wander-
-The otherworld, it makes you-
Despite the grimace at his encroaching demise upon his face, Avarrdo was actually quite satisfied with how everything had turned out. He had bought his son and the others at least a few minutes of extra time to recover, had managed to garner some valuable insight into the creature's weaknesses, and had helped ensure the creature would not be making any more cunning plans any time soon. Were the monster to slay him this second, he could pass on to the afterlife peacefully, satisfied in the knowledge he had done his job. But Death, it seemed, came not for him today; or at least, not yet.
As chibi-death approached him at high speed, the fist that was extended to take his head off snapped back suddenly. With a start, Avarrdo noticed Buu's hand impaled through the wrist by one of Oran's spears, which was, in turn, dug into one of Liran's dark energy walls. Moments later, a second spear pinned Buu's other arm, followed swiftly by both legs. The fifth spear stabbed Buu through the head, right between the eyes, while the last stabbed what would have been his crotch.
Before Buu could so much as blink in response to being impaled, four children's voices cried out in near-synchronization, moments before four attacks screamed towards him at high speed.
"Kamekameha!"
"Gallic Gun!"
"Giga Cannon!"
"Blast Cannon!"
The four beams spiralled around one another, becoming one massive, multi-colour beam, one that drilled straight through Buu's chest. Unfortunately, for Buu at least, the wall he was pinned against was just as much a wall to the ki blast as it was to him, and as the beam crashed into it, it expanded to cover much of the wall. Of course, with Buu covering much of the wall, that meant the beam expanded to consume much of him.
-Dreams, they rip asunder-
-The otherworld, it hates you-
With a wordless, rising growl, a pink sphere of energy began to expand from the centre of Buu's mass; well, thanks to the wall against his back, it was more a pink hemisphere, but the end result was the same. With almost physical force, Buu pushed the combined ki beam back, as well as repelling any lances when the sphere came in contact with them. Once it had expanded past the wall at his back, the sphere of ki flooded down behind it, consuming the wall completely, and leaving Buu behind an almost impenetrable shield while he repaired his body.
Spinning to his father, Oran barked out, "Get to safety! We'll cover you." With a nod, the older man dropped towards the ground at high speed, and not before time too. Just as Oran turned back towards Buu, the monster let out an evil cackle, before the sphere of ki exploded outwards. Thinking quickly, Oran swirled the winds to drag his lances back to him, setting them side-by-side as a shield in front of him, and dragging Goten behind it for cover.
Lime, however, was too far from her brother, and she knew one of her dark walls just wasn't going to cover it, so she chose an option she would rather not have. With a cry of "Come Guardian!" her shadow became animated, warping and twisting into a figure taller than she was, with massively thick arms and torso, a featureless head, and a lower body made up of nothing but a 'tail'. Looking the world like a fairy tale genie, the shadow took up a defensive position in front of her, and the girl dragged Trunks behind her dark protector just in time to avoid any of the children being swept away in the massive ki wave.
As the light began to fade, but before the children could safely leave their shielded position, Buu took off towards the retreating Avarrdo; he still had a score to settle! Before he could get anywhere near the man, Kellre drew his brilliant white sword, charging Buu with a shouted "Twin Destiny!" With the attack telescoped long before it would have struck, Buu easily dodged to the side, and was seconds away from laughing at his opponent when a black blade split him in half.
A black blade in the hand of a second Kellre.
-Free now, ride up on it-
-Up to the heights, it takes you-
The twin Kellre's provided enough of a distraction for the kids to recover, as evidenced by the black fireball that torched off Buu's head-tentacle. When the monster leaned his head back and opened his mouth, either to scream or to belch a ki blade (no one was sure which) a pale violet, dragon-headed lance impaled him down the throat and out through the pelvis. Taking advantage of the extra distraction the twins had provided, the twin Kellre's lashed out with their swords, moments before Goten and Trunks returned to the fray, and in moments it was a free-for-all between the five Saiyans, and Majin Buu.
"Well, that could've gone better," a tired Avarrdo remarked, landing on the ground next to the recovering Kat, "But, all told, I'd still call the experiment a success."
Kaen shook his head slowly, laughing slightly. "You crazy, suicidal old man. You better sit the rest of this dance out; mother would never let me live it down if I let you die on my watch."
With a nod, Avarrdo all but flopped down next to Kat, who had recovered enough energy to sit up. "So, bro," the young redhead asked with a smile, "You're finally ready to finish this?"
Vegeta answered for the group, as the four Saiyans climbed to their feet. "Indeed. It's well past time we destroyed this monster for good." The Saiyan prince grinned over at Goku, still trying to will the Spirit Bomb into shape. "You better hurry up and finish that Kakarott, before we find a way to destroy Buu without you."
"All together?" Pi asked, gazing between the three men.
Gohan nodded, rolling his shoulders, before grinning at the others. "Let's raise some hell."
-Go now, if you want it-
-An otherworld awaits you-
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Author's notes:
Nothing to report, except that I should've had this out days ago, but things kept coming up.