NOTE: I really want to rewrite the beginning of this story, so that things can just flow better. I'll probably do that once I work up the energy to do so. Here's Vegeta's "Nah, I'd win" fight.
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Chapter 13: Atonement
Fami has been called a lot of things in her countless lifetimes, lazy, a monster, weird, gluttonous, and greedy. That last one is probably the one she's heard the least, but it was the most accurate one to describe herself. She's the Devil that represents the fear of famine, the idea of dying to hunger terrifies humans on an extremely deep level. Even if they aren't in any position to die from starvation it'll still exist in the back of their minds. Humans are greedy creatures who will take from others to get exactly what they want, including their next meal. So, she eats, and eats, and eats to fill that greed that gave birth to her. Fami couldn't remember a single point in her existence where she felt filled, that her everlasting greed ceased to exist.
No…that was wrong. There was a time.
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Fami stared at her older sister as she sat within the cozy little home that Makima and her newly wedded husband had built. Even after that mess of a wedding it still baffled her that the Control Devil actually managed to settle down into such a lifestyle. It seemed impossible for someone like Makima to find someone or something that would actually fulfill those greedy desires of hers. Similar to herself, the Control Devil is shackled to the fears that gave birth to her desires, leading her in directions that beckon them to be satisfied. But that is the curse that binds Devils to their existence, they can never be satisfied no matter how hard they try to be. Makima would never stop until everything was under her control, but even that would be unlikely to ever satisfy her.
However, that same fiendish sister of hers was now cozily wrapped up in her husband's larger shirts with a pair of shorts hidden underneath. Those eyes that always spoke of greed and manipulation had vanished into such warmer colors that it confused her. How could someone like Makima change in such a way that her desires could actually be fulfilled? "It makes no sense."
"Hm?" Makima put down her cup of tea. Fami's face didn't show much emotion, but Makima had long since grown accustomed to reading her little sister's moods. "Did you say something, Fami?"
"You're greedy, Makima."
"Hm…yes, I suppose I am." She didn't deny.
"Then, how come you look so fulfilled?" Fami asked. She brushed some of her pink hair away from her eyes. "Devils like us can never be so satisfied that we end up forgetting our desires."
"I think you misunderstood something, Fami." Makima closed her eyes.
"And that is…?"
"I am not satisfied. I don't think I will ever stop being greedy for as long as I continue to exist." Makima said. The questions running through her sister's head were obvious to see. "My darling will not live as long as me. He's a battle maniac, it's obvious that at some point he'll get himself killed in some fight and even with the Dragon Balls his lifespan will eventually reach its conclusion."
"Just create a contract-"
"He'd hate me for it." Makima interrupted Fami. "I already thought about extending his lifespan with a contract or even using the Dragon Balls to make him immortal, but that would ruin his fun. Something that is often not seen in humans is their ability to accept that their lives are finite, that their fires will burn out. But darling understands that his life will not burn forever, so he carries through every day with all of his energy. Every day is an adventure for him, and I'd hate to be the one to take that away."
Fami narrowed her eyes a bit. "Then, doesn't that mean you're satisfied?"
"Yes, that does imply such a thing, doesn't it?" Makima leaned back in her seat. "The Control Devil shall never be satisfied, because once one lifetime reaches its end then the next will begin as a blank canvas." Makima stared her little sister in the eyes, their glow pulled the Famine Devil in like gravity. "Son Makima is satisfied with where her life has gone, and that is the most important thing."
Ah…right. That makes sense.
…
When Gohan was born, Fami felt a strange sense of warmth course through her. The tiny hybrid wrapped in a bundle would smile up at her with a face similar to his father's. To think a baby would find her presence something to smile at…it was nice. The day she met her nephew, Fami didn't feel all that hungry.
Then, the twins entered the world and Fami found herself blown away by their charm. Such noisy little infants that clung to their mother like suction cups had enveloped her world. They were loud, they were headaches, they were nuisances, but they were everything to her. As Makima would describe them, tiny little lights that continued to glow no matter how much you try to stop them. Whenever she held them, her stomach wouldn't grumble as much as usual.
Piccolo was an enigma, someone who was once an enemy to them all became extremely close in just a few years. His attachment to Gohan, his respect for Goku, and his tolerance for Makima made an interesting dynamic that Fami enjoyed watching whenever she could. They were a tight little family, and she didn't mind stepping foot into that circle from time-to-time.
War was loud, stubborn, proud, and violent but was still capable of acting accordingly to avoid pissing off Makima. She would yell at Goku one minute, then secretly act soft around Gohan when she thought nobody was watching.
Death would always show up unannounced, uninvited, and unwanted by her sisters. However, Goku and Gohan would welcome her with open arms every time.
The time they spent together always made her hunger go away.
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As she sat inside of Bulma's airship, acting as the guardian for their weird little group while they collected the Dragon Balls, Fami stared out of the window. The messy storm of dark energy was toxic even to a Devil like herself. She couldn't even tell what was going on over there, because of that dark power. All that storm did was remind Fami of what she truly desired from this life of hers, what would truly fill her stomach.
Herself, her sisters, nephews and niece, Piccolo, and Goku all sitting together at a single table for dinner. Their own happy little bubble where arguments, fights, laughter, and food would fill the night to their hearts' content.
A simple little desire that she could only wish will happen.
"I'm not going to hell alone! I'm taking you with me!" Vegeta declares. With his aura blazing around him the prince rushes towards the pink menace with a vicious offense. His punches and kicks dented the dough-like body of Buu, pushing the fat monstrosity further back. Majin Buu made no move to fight back against Vegeta's onslaught.
"B-Buu?! What are you doing, Buu?! Fight back!" Babadi demanded of his monster.
"Yeah, Dad! Kick his butt!" Trunks yelled.
"Haha! Yeah! Get that monster!" Goten cheered.
"Break his legs!" Nayuta yelled.
"Woah…! Vegeta's really kicking ass!" Krillin was surprised.
"He's broken past the Super Saiyan barrier. He's stronger than Gohan was when he fought Cell." Piccolo added. But that nagging feeling in the back of his head wouldn't go away. "But if even Gohan was beaten by this Majin Buu…just how strong can he be?!"
Vegeta batted Majin Buu away, allowing the Majin to recover from the attacks. Buu's body puffed itself back up and looked as if Vegeta hadn't just mercilessly beaten him down. Vegeta extended two of his fingers and thumb, releasing a lethal piercing beam that drilled a hole right through Buu's body. Believing himself to have won, Vegeta smirked at the motionless Buu.
"B-Buu…?!" Babadi feared the worst when Buu hadn't gotten up immediately.
"Alright he did it!" Trunks hugged his best friends to celebrate.
Asa opened one of her eyes, knowing that wasn't the end. "I-it's no use…that won't work."
Her words rang true when Buu picked himself back up off the ground. Everyone watched as the Majin regenerated his wounds easily, clearly unaffected by the beam. Veins throbbed along Buu's head, showing just how he felt about Vegeta's attacks earlier. "That…hurt…" He raised his hand and shot pink chains at Vegeta, forcing the Saiyan to dodge the attack.
"The hell?!" Vegeta grunted.
"T-those chains?!" Piccolo, Krillin, and the kids were just as shocked by this recent development.
Vegeta pointed his palm to fire another blast at the monster, but he failed to notice the other round of chains wrap themselves around his neck. His hands gripped the pink flesh-like metal in an attempt to tear them off.
"Feel Buu's pain." Majin Buu clenched his fist. A wave of static power flowed through the chains and entered Vegeta's brain. The prince screamed painfully from the transmitted vibrations that coursed through his head like an earthquake. Each shock felt like his head was about to explode like a watermelon.
"Dad!" Trunks cried out. He was about to rush out, but Piccolo held the boy back.
"Unless you want to get killed, then stay here! Your Father isn't defeated yet!" Piccolo tried to reassure the heir.
Buu retracted the chains, pulling Vegeta in close to collide his fist into the prince's face. Then another punch sent the prince skidding across the dirt. Buu brought Vegeta right back towards him for another slugging that repeated like a game of Ping-Pong. The pink monster tightened the chains around the Saiyan's neck, causing a cough of blood to spurt from his mouth.
Babadi took just as much pleasure from Vegeta's pain as Buu did. "Yes, Buu! Teach that traitor what it means to double-cross me!"
When he was brought back in towards Buu, Vegeta pushed himself down under Buu's fist. He pushed his hands against the ground to double-kick the Majin in the stomach. "ENOUGH!" Vegeta gripped the chains around his neck and pushed his own power through them. "HRAH!"
"WAAH!" Majin Buu cried out when his chains exploded, flinging him across the ground. He rolled a bit before coming to a complete stop on the ground.
Now that he was free of those accursed chains, Vegeta's hands lit up with vibrant yellow energy. The prince unleashed a devastating volley of KI blasts upon the pink monstrosity. The earth shook with each blast that made contact, his roars of fury matching the output of power that he was forcing out.
Babadi screamed for his new servant, afraid that Vegeta's attack could potentially cause permanent damage or even kill Buu. The spectators on the cliff were filled with the cheers of the kids, who thought that Vegeta had managed to overcome the monster. However, the rest were uncertain or even refused to believe that such a creature could lose this easily.
Fears were proven correct as a pink light broke through the dust clouds, deflecting Vegeta's consecutive energy blasts. The fallen prince stopped his assault and stared wide eyed at the building energy that encompassed Majin Buu. A pink dome of unstable energy surrounded the Majin, steam whistled loudly as it burst from his pores, and sparks of lightning danced around the dome with dangerous intent. The winds around the wasteland started picking up, reaching catastrophic levels that would have meteorologists pissing themselves. The earth shook as if it was trembling in fear of the power the Majin was about to release.
"Buu…mad…! Buu…really…really…really mad…!"
Babadi took a few steps back, suddenly very afraid. "B-Buu…what are you-"
"W-what's he doing?!" Krillin cried.
"WE NEED TO MOVE!" Piccolo roared.
"Oh no!" Asa screamed. She and Shin were unable to brace themselves, thus had no choice but to hope for the best as the living nuke was about to go off.
"F-FORCE FIELD!" Babadi conjured a dark green barrier to protect himself.
Vegeta could only put up his own guard, pushing enough energy forward in hopes of protecting himself from the impact.
With a furious roar, Majin Buu released all of his pent-up energy. "BUU KILL YOU!"
BOOM!
"-geta!"
The prince turned his head away as he tried to continue getting some sleep.
"Vege-!"
He ignored the voice shouting at him again.
"WAKE UP, IDIOT!"
SPLASH!
"GAH!" Vegeta shot up, shivering slightly from the ice-cold water that was dumped on him. His tank top is now completely soaked along with his hair. The prince glared at the one responsible, the woman who had wormed her way into his cold abyss of a heart…not that he'd ever admit that. "What the hell was that for?!"
"I was trying to wake you up nicely, but your stubborn ass refused to listen!" Bulma huffed.
"Wake me up for what, woman?! Can't you see I'm busy?!"
She scoffed with a head turn and crossed her arms. "Oh sure, the super busy prince of all Saiyans that was just taking a nap! I'm sure that's more important than today!"
"Today? The hell is so important that you had to wake me up?!" Vegeta grunted.
"I told you last night! It's Trunks' 5th birthday! My staff and parents are almost done getting everything set up! It would be great if you could help out for once and support your son on his special day!" Bulma yelled.
"Tch…!" Vegeta turned away from her. "He'll have plenty more, why the hell should I bother?"
"That's what you said last year and the year before that and the year before that one!" Bulma reminded the stubborn alien. "Can't you just get over yourself and come join him on his birthday?"
"I do join-"
"Showing up at the very last minute and then leaving after he sees you isn't being a part of the celebration! You don't talk to people, you don't have fun, and you insult everyone who even looks at you! All you do is sit in that gravity chamber sulking about a dead man!"
"Well, I'm sorry that I can't be exactly how you want me to be!" Vegeta was on his feet in an instant, meeting Bulma's glare with his own. "I don't do birthdays, I don't do gatherings, and I have my own version of fun! Not all of that stupid partying that you humans enjoy doing! And I don't give a damn about Kakarot!"
Bulma rolled her eyes, obviously not buying it. She, more than anyone, was aware of how hard Vegeta took Goku's decision to stay dead. His motivation and goal since Freeza's death was now gone from his grasp and the man didn't know what to do with himself. She's seen the way he would look at Goten whenever he'd come over, and the look of barely disguised anger that he'd fight against to stop himself from throwing a fit.
It wasn't like she didn't understand Vegeta's feelings on the matter. She still missed her 'little brother' and the warmth he brought to them all with his presence. But they all had to move on at some point and live with the decision he made. Even Makima, the one hurt the most, was trying to move forward with her life with her kids. But the stubborn jackass in front of her was too stuck in the past to even see a life in the future.
"You have to move on, Vegeta." She spoke softer this time.
He fought back by walking away from her. "There is no moving forward, because I don't need to." His fists tightened and he crossed his arms. He didn't care about anything other than himself; it's always been that way. His people, Freeza, Kakarot, and this family he's found himself being stuck with. None of them mattered…all that mattered were his own goals.
But what were his goals? Surpass Kakarot? Surpass his demon spawn? Conquer the universe? He didn't even know anymore. Life on this godforsaken rock had muddled his brain entirely. Maybe he should've just abandoned it when he had the chance-
"Dad!"
Vegeta turned around to see his soon to be five-year-old son running over to him. The boy was covered in a bunch of childish golden accessories with a plastic crown on his head. Regardless of his status as a prince, Vegeta thought the boy looked ridiculous. "What?"
"Are you gonna come to my birthday party?! Mom said that the cake this year is gonna be bigger than the last one! I'm sure Goten and Nayuta are gonna be super jealous!" Trunks bounced on his heels.
And the clear spoiled behavior of his was another thing Vegeta didn't like, he blamed the boy's mother and grandparents for that one. If he had his way the boy would be spending his days fighting to get stronger, more powerful than Kakarot's demon spawns. He was nothing like his future counterpart, which was to be expected due to different upbringings. "No." Vegeta responded.
"O-oh…" The boy's excitement died instantly. His eyes dropped down to his feet and he backed away a bit from his father. "U-um…did you at least get me a gift?"
"No."
Trunks didn't even make a noise this time. He just accepted that his dad wouldn't be celebrating with them again. He didn't participate much in holidays or birthdays, and he wouldn't really hang out with him. Trunks hoped this year would be different, but his one birthday wish was dashed yet again. "O-okay. Uh-see you later, Dad…" He turned to walk away back towards the courtyard.
Vegeta stared at his son as the distance between them grew more and more. Before something like this wouldn't have bothered him, but for some reason he couldn't help the pain that stung his heart at his son's disappointed look.
Holding onto his bleeding and broken arm, Vegeta glared at the pink menace that was dancing in the air above the gargantuan crater he had created. "D-dammit…! If this thing is powerful and immortal, then there's nothing we can do…"
Piccolo, the kids, and Krillin had recovered from the blast, luckily unharmed. However, the Namekian couldn't even sense the Supreme Kai or the War Devil anymore. What was worse is that Vegeta was clearly outmatched in this battle. "Not even Vegeta can win?! Gohan's dead, War is dead, and the Supreme Kai is gone, and Goku's nowhere to be found! What hope is there!?"
Trunks stared down at his father, fear and uncertainty took hold of his heart. "M-my Dad isn't going to lose, right?! There's no way he could lose!"
Nayuta nodded her head. "H-he's super strong! That fat thing in a diaper shouldn't be able to win!" Her bravado lacked its usual energy as even she didn't know if Trunks' dad was going to be able to win this.
Buu touched down in front of Vegeta and waved his hand. "Okay, you die now. Bye bye!"
"Dammit! There has to be something I can do!" Vegeta gritted his teeth.
Grabbing his bloated belly, Majin Buu tore off a big chunk of his flesh. Everyone watched in confusion as the fatty stretched out the pink clump like playdough.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Vegeta questioned.
"Bah!" Buu spat out a KI blast, forcing the prince to jump out of the way. This left him open for Majin Buu to throw the stretched out flesh at Vegeta, it wrapped around his body, trapping him yet again. Now that his prey was trapped Majin Buu grinned sadistically, pulling back his arms and punching forward in rapid motion. "Buu Buu Gatling!"
Vegeta's body was assaulted by the blindingly fast punches, helpless to do anything about it. Buu didn't just stop at punching from one direction, his arms would bend, twist, and spin around the prince to batter him from every angle. There was nothing Vegeta could do but take the brutal beatdown.
"H-he'll be killed!" Goten cried, terrified out of his mind.
"W-where's Goku and Gohan?! They couldn't have already been killed, could they?!" Krillin yelled.
"AS IF!" Nayuta rejected the possibility. "There's no way big brother would die or lose to some fat pink diaper baby!"
"Big brother is too strong to die!" Goten added.
Trunks crushed the rocks under his hands, his anger building as his father's pain screams echoed in his ears. His father may not have been the most fatherly or caring person in the world, but he was still his dad. And he'd rather die himself than watch his father get killed in such a terrible way!
"Trunks, stop!" Piccolo tried to grab the heir. "If you go out there then you'll die-"
"I DON'T CARE!" The power of a Super Saiyan roared to life and Trunks shot out towards the battle.
"STOP!" Piccolo screamed.
"TRUNKS!" Goten and Nayuta jumped up to join him, but Piccolo quickly grabbed the two before they could do so. "P-PICCOLO?!"
"Trunks may have gone out there, but there's no way I'll let you two go!" Piccolo yelled. "I already failed Gohan! I can't fail you two as well!"
Nayuta sank her teeth into the Namekian's arm, causing him to lessen his hold. "Well, guess what?!"
Goten pushed his elbow into Piccolo's chest, knocking him back into Krillin. "There's no way, we'll leave our friend behind!" Goten and Nayuta exploded into Super Saiyans and chased after Trunks.
Piccolo stared at the kids for a moment before getting his bearings back. "Dammit! Why can't you brats ever listen?!" He shot off after them, leaving Krillin to wisely keep himself at a distance.
Babadi enjoyed the torture show until three golden streaks blew past him. "W-what was that?!" His shock grew even more when Trunks kicked Buu away from Vegeta, then he watched as the three golden children freed the prince from his bubblegum hold. "Who are those brats?! I didn't think Vegeta had more comrades!"
"Babadi."
"Eh?!" The warlock turned around to see Piccolo looming over him.
"Buu may be dangerous, but you are indeed true evil. I can't kill Buu, but I can ensure that you'll never harm anyone ever again." Piccolo promised with a venomous tone.
Babadi quickly tried to play his one hand. "B-be warned! If you kill me, then Buu will have nobody to seal him away! He'll be free to cause as much destruction as he wants!"
"And how is that different from what you intend to do?" Piccolo countered.
Knowing that he was in real danger, Babadi called out for his pet. "Buu! Buu. hurry up and kill this guy-"
"DIE, BABADI!" Piccolo's hand cleaved through the warlock's torso. He watched in disgust as the small wizard's pieces fell to the ground. To add insult to injury, Piccolo spat in the warlock's eye.
Vegeta and the kids watched Babadi's downfall, then the prince opened his mouth. "Trunks…take care of your mother for me."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Trunks asked.
"You kids shouldn't be here. Escape with Piccolo, and I'll deal with Buu on my own." Vegeta ordered.
Trunks shook his head, disagreeing with his father. "No way! We'll fight him together! Right, guys?!" He turned to his friends.
"Yeah!" Nayuta flexed her arm.
"We're really strong!" Goten added.
He figured the kids wouldn't listen, they were stubborn to a fault, and this was the worst time for it. Vegeta looked down at his son, the son he never showed love towards, the son who idolized his strength, and the son that he had never held. "Trunks, I've never once held you even when you were a baby."
"D-dad?"
"Come here." Vegeta opened his one good arm. "Let me give you a hug." For the first time in his life, Trunks saw nothing but love and compassion in his proud father's eyes. Something he's so desperately wanted since the day he could remember. Trunks didn't even realize that he had moved into his father's embrace until it was too late.
Nayuta watched the exchange, feeling pretty awkward at seeing such an unusual intimate moment between father and son. Seeing Trunks hug his father for the first time made her wonder what it was like to experience such a thing. To have your father express his love for you with his actions.
"Take care, Trunks."
"Wha-guh!" Trunks never saw the chop to his neck coming. His Super Saiyan form died out with his loss of consciousness. The Son twins made noises of surprise at seeing Vegeta strike his own child in such a way.
"Y-you jerk! Why did you do that to Trunks?!" Goten yelled. Vegeta turned to him next and moved faster than the boy could react. Goten lost consciousness when Vegeta's fist slammed into his stomach.
Nayuta hissed with fury at seeing her little brother get harmed. "You bastard!" She attacked Vegeta, but the prince effortlessly dodged her punch. He knocked her out next with a punch that knocked the air out of her lungs. Vegeta held her in his arm and carefully lowered her next to the other two hybrids.
Piccolo landed next to Vegeta, understanding the prince's reasons for knocking out the kids. The two of them looked over to see that Buu had finally recovered from Trunks' sneak attack. He was dancing over to them, singing a soft hum to himself. "Take the kids and go, Piccolo." Vegeta said.
"You're planning on dying here?" Piccolo asked.
Vegeta didn't answer the question and he honestly didn't have to. Instead he decided to ask a question of his own. "Tell me, Piccolo, will I be able to meet Kakarot in the afterlife?"
"...I'll be blunt, Vegeta. You've killed too many people to be granted access into Heaven. When you die, you'll lose your body and be sent down to Hell where you'll have to repent for your sins. Then once your soul has been cleansed of all sins, you'll be reincarnated with no memories of your life before. You'll never see Goku or any of us again." Piccolo explained.
As harsh as that was to hear, Vegeta understood that he deserved nothing less than that. It took him much too long to realize what it was that he truly wanted in life. "I see, so be it. Now, go!"
"Yes…goodbye, Vegeta." Piccolo grabbed the hybrids, sticking the twins under one arm and Trunks under the other, and took off back towards Krillin.
Buu noticed Piccolo leaving and reached out towards him. "NO! Buu play with you too!"
"LISTEN HERE, BUU! I'M YOUR OPPONENT!" Vegeta's shout grabbed the Majin's attention. "You'll have to kill me first to get to them, you ugly fat moron!"
Buu's anger increased once more. "You call Buu mean names?! Buu kill you!"
Vegeta just smirked and started building up a dangerous level of energy inside of himself. The power alone darkened the skies, the winds kicking up around himself and Buu.
Piccolo flew over Krillin. "Krillin! We need to move! NOW!"
"R-right!" Krillin took to the skies to follow the Namekian. "A-are we really leaving Vegeta behind?! He'll be killed!"
"For once, Vegeta's fighting for someone other than himself! And he's giving his life for it!"
A yellow ball of sparking KI gathered around Vegeta's body, just the force alone managed to surprise Buu. Vegeta smiled like a madman as he took in the sight of his final opponent. This would be his last stand.
His final atonement.
"I'm going to crush you and throw you into the wind! To the point that regenerating will be nothing more than a dream!" Vegeta declared. Buu stared at his own hands, surprised to see pieces of his body lighting up into dust just from the touch of Vegeta's KI.
Vegeta took one last breath. "Goodbye, Bulma…Trunks, and yes, even you Kakarot…" All at once, Vegeta released the energy within him in a brilliant burst of light. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Majin Buu screamed as he was devoured by the blast, unable to do anything to stop Vegeta's final explosion.
Krillin and Piccolo watched the explosion, having gotten far away enough from the radius of Vegeta's final explosion. Krillin felt the power of their once most dangerous foe drop to zero. "VEGETA!"
Bulma jerked up, surprising Yamcha, the woman had been completely despondent since Vegeta's attack at the tournament. The blue-haired genius looked out the window of the airship with worry and heartbreak. "Vegeta…?" Suddenly, the airship shook violently as the shockwaves from Vegeta's attack had even reached that far.
Floating still in the air were the remnants of Vegeta, his body having turned to stone after emptying out everything it had in that last explosion. The stone prince fell down to the earth and shattered to pieces…
…the dust that remained flowed away with the wind. Carried off to the unknown, much like the proud soul that once inhabited the empty particles.
Chapter End
NOTE: Ngl...I really wanted to write Vegeta's Final Atonement. I really enjoy his character arc in the Buu saga, which has been my main motivation for the previous few chapters. Originally, I was going to end the chapter with the reveal that Buu was still alive but decided to just end with Vegeta's sacrifice.
The beginning of this chapter is similar to the previous one, with Fami taking a look at herself and what her desires truly mean. She hasn't gotten much focus, so here you go for Fami fans.
I know that I haven't done much with my idea of a cosmic horror-like Buu, but that's the idea in a sense. Fat Buu is like a child with power far beyond his comprehension. He uses them in a cartoonish way, like Luffy from One Piece. The evil Buus however will be much different, trust me.
Next chapter will be an intermission, the rest of the Ginyu fight on Namek. A bit of a break from the main story.
Have a great day!