Chapter Two: The Next Generation's Potential!
Uub lay still in his bed, his body twitching slightly as his mind sank into a deep, restless sleep. Darkness engulfed his consciousness, and suddenly, he found himself floating in the cold emptiness of space. It was eerily silent, and before him stood a monstrous figure—a being of chaos and destruction: Kid Buu.
Uub's breath caught in his throat. He wasn't just looking at Kid Buu; he was Kid Buu, and the sensation was terrifying. His body pulsed with raw power as a massive pink energy ball formed in his hands. Without hesitation, his arms extended, hurling the destructive blast toward a distant planet. The pink orb streaked through the void of space, growing larger and larger as it neared the planet's surface.
For a brief moment, everything stood still.
Then, the planet exploded in a cataclysmic burst of energy. The once vibrant world was reduced to nothing more than ash and rubble, its people obliterated without a chance to scream. Kid Buu—Uub—laughed maniacally, the twisted sound echoing across the void. But this laughter wasn't alone. Over the top of Kid Buu's cackling, a deeper, more sinister voice whispered from the shadows, almost as if mocking him.
"Do you feel it, Uub? The destruction... it's in your blood."
Uub tried to stop it—tried to wake himself up—but he couldn't. The darkness crept closer, the sinister laughter growing louder. This time, it wasn't Kid Buu laughing. It was something darker. Something that felt like it was pulling him apart from the inside. He felt helpless. This isn't who I am!
Just as he reached out to stop the destruction, the universe around him crumbled into nothing. He screamed, trapped in a loop of chaos and helplessness.
Uub awoke with a start, gasping for air. Sweat drenched his body as he sat up in bed, heart racing as if he'd just been in a fight for his life. His hand instinctively went to his chest, his breath still ragged from the intensity of the nightmare. His room, a small but humble dwelling on Planet Plantain, was quiet, save for his own breathing.
"That dream..." Uub muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead. "It felt too real."
He slid out of bed and stood by the window, staring out at the horizon. The peaceful world outside seemed like a mockery compared to the chaos in his head. Uub's thoughts raced. He knew where his power came from, but could he truly control it? Or worse, was he destined to become that monster? The power of Kid Buu wasn't something anyone could fully escape, no matter how much they tried.
He clenched his fists, the memory of the nightmare burning in his mind. Goku had faith in him—faith that he could be something more than a reincarnation of destruction. But Uub didn't feel worthy of that trust. His inability to tap into God Ki during their recent training only further deepened the pit of doubt inside him.
"I can't let that happen," Uub said quietly, his voice filled with resolve. "I won't let the darkness take over."
He stood there for a long moment, staring into the vast expanse of the sky, trying to push the thoughts of Kid Buu out of his mind. But another, quieter thought crept in, one that brought a mix of warmth and sadness.
I miss them, he thought, his chest tightening slightly. His mind drifted to his family—his parents. It had been a while since he had seen them. He had left Earth with Goku to focus on training, to become stronger, to find his place as the protector of the Earth. But the longer he stayed here, the more he missed the familiar warmth of home.
He smiled to himself as he imagined his mother's voice, calling him in for dinner. Life was simpler then, but he knew why he was here.
"Goku offered to take me home," Uub whispered to himself, his fingers lightly tapping against the windowsill. "He could bring me back anytime I asked… but I said no. I have to stay here."
His resolve hardened. He loved his family, but he knew he couldn't return until he had complete control over his power. If he went back without mastering God Ki—without taming the remnants of Kid Buu within him—he would be a danger to the ones he loved. He had come too far, and he couldn't let himself be a threat.
"I'll see them again once I've learned to control it," Uub said, nodding to himself. "Once I've fully mastered my power, I'll go back, stronger and better. I'll protect them. I won't be a burden. I won't put them at risk."
The thought of finally seeing his family again gave him hope. It was the light in the darkness of his struggles. He had something to look forward to, something to work toward. He wasn't just training to become stronger for himself—he was doing it for the people he loved. The ones who were counting on him, even if they didn't realize it.
Uub took a deep breath, his determination renewed. "I'll make it. I'll learn to control this power. And when I do, I'll go home."
Hidden deep within the shadows of a rocky ridge on Planet Plantain, a shadowy figure observed with satisfaction. He stood tall, draped in tattered, blood-red robes that fluttered slightly in the wind. His hood was pulled low over his face, casting a shadow across the eerie white mask he wore, its surface cracked with faint crimson lines.
"Perfect," he whispered. "The seeds of doubt are planted. Soon, you'll question everything about yourself, Uub. And when the time is right, you'll embrace the power that dwells inside of you."
His dark chuckle echoed through the rocky canyon as he vanished into the shadows, his form dissipating like smoke. The whisper of his dark plans lingered in the air, as though the very shadows themselves were conspiring with him. He knew that Uub's inner turmoil was growing, and once it reached its peak, he would strike, awakening the remnants of Kid Buu lying dormant within Uub's soul. It wasn't just about power. For him, it was about chaos, and soon Kid Buu would be unleashed once more.
Uub stood at the window, the last traces of the nightmare still clinging to him like a shadow he couldn't quite shake. His breath had steadied, but the vision of Kid Buu's twisted laughter echoed in his mind. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension, but it wasn't enough. The memory of destruction felt too vivid, too close to the surface.
He couldn't just lie there, restless and tormented by his own thoughts. The weight of his power—the fear that he might lose control—was suffocating. The quiet room seemed to shrink around him, and suddenly, the space felt too small. Too confining. He needed to move, to release the energy building up inside him.
"I need to train," Uub muttered under his breath.
Without a second thought, he grabbed his gi from the corner of the room and headed outside. The early morning air was cool against his skin, but it did little to calm the storm brewing in his chest. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the landscape of Planet Plantain.
Uub found an empty clearing, surrounded by jagged rocks and patches of grass. He stood still for a moment, his eyes closed as he centered himself, focusing on the weight of his breath, the feel of the ground beneath his feet. Slowly, he began to move. His body shifted into a familiar rhythm, muscles tensing and releasing as he started shadow boxing.
His fists cut through the air with precision, each punch more intense than the last. He pushed himself harder, faster, his movements becoming a blur as he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. His ki flared around him, crackling with energy. Every punch was fueled by the frustration, fear, and doubt that had taken root after the nightmare.
He paused for a moment, breathing heavily as he looked down at his hands. They were trembling slightly, a reminder of the chaos he still struggled to contain. But he couldn't give up. Not now.
"You're not him," Uub whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "You're not Buu. You're Uub. And you've come too far to let fear control you."
Uub shifted his stance and thrust his hands forward, unleashing a series of energy blasts into the open sky. Each one exploded with a thunderous roar, lighting up the horizon. He could feel the strain on his body, but he welcomed it. He wanted to push himself past his limits, to remind himself that he was in control.
"I've already surpassed so many of my limits," Uub thought, his resolve hardening. "But it's not enough. I have to go further. I have to prove to myself that I'm more than just a reincarnation of destruction."
He closed his eyes, focusing inward, trying to feel the elusive God Ki within him. It was faint, like a distant star barely visible in the night sky, but it was there. He just needed to reach it, to grab hold of it and make it his own.
"I will master it," Uub whispered, his voice filled with determination. "No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it gets, I'll do it. And when I do, I'll prove to myself—and to the universe—that I can be something more."
Back on Earth, the morning sun filtered through the windows of the Son household, casting a warm light over the breakfast table. Goku sat happily munching on a large plate of food, his appetite as boundless as ever. Across from him, Chi-Chi sighed in mild frustration, shaking her head.
"Goku, you always eat like it's your last meal," she scolded, though her tone was more amused than angry.
Goten, sitting beside his father, chuckled. "It's not like he's changed at all, Mom."
Chi-Chi crossed her arms. "It's been peaceful for four years, and I'd like it to stay that way."
Goku smiled sheepishly. "Aw, c'mon Chi-Chi, you know I'm always around to help out. But Goten here—he's getting strong too! He and Trunks have been training!"
Goten smiled at the mention of his training partner but glanced down at his plate as his father continued to eat. Trunks had indeed been training hard, especially since Vegeta was pushing him more and more each day. But lately, Goten felt... different. Left out, even. Trunks' focus had shifted more toward his father's rigorous Saiyan-style training, while Goten... well, he wasn't sure what he wanted.
After a moment of silence, Goten spoke up, his voice quieter than usual. "Dad, do you think... do you think I'm good enough? I mean, Gohan saved the world when he was a teenager. And now Trunks is training all the time with Vegeta. I don't even know what I'm doing."
Goku paused mid-bite, noticing the change in Goten's tone. He put his chopsticks down and looked at his son. "What do you mean, Goten?"
Goten fidgeted in his seat, struggling to find the right words. "It's just... I feel like I'm stuck in everyone's shadow. Gohan is this big hero, and Trunks is always off training to be stronger. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't even know if I want to keep training like that."
Chi-Chi looked over at her son, concerned, but Goku leaned forward, his expression softening. "Goten, listen to me. You're not in anyone's shadow, okay? You're your own person. Just because Gohan saved the world doesn't mean you have to do the same thing. And Trunks... well, he's got his own path too. What's important is that you figure out what you want. Believe me, I tried to push Gohan to be exactly like me when he was younger. It wasn't until his battle with Cell that I realized that wasn't what he wanted. I won't make the same mistake with you."
Goten sighed. "But that's the thing, Dad... I don't know what I want. I mean, I like training and all, but... I've been thinking about something else."
Goku's eyes widened with interest. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Goten hesitated before speaking, but then he took a deep breath and said it. "I think I want to be a zookeeper."
Chi-Chi blinked, surprised. "A... what?"
Goten nodded, gaining a bit of confidence as he spoke. "Yeah, a zookeeper. I love animals. I want to protect them, take care of them, maybe even travel the world and learn more about them. There's something about it that feels... right, you know?"
Goku smiled broadly. "That's awesome, Goten! That sounds like a great idea! You'd be really good at it."
Chi-Chi softened as well, though she was still a bit shocked. "Well, I certainly didn't expect that... but if it's what you want, Goten, then I support you."
But Goten's expression remained conflicted. "Thanks, but... I don't want help from you or Gohan. I want to do this on my own. I don't want to be known as 'Goku's son' or 'Gohan's little brother.' I need to find my own way."
Goku's expression grew more serious, sensing the depth of his son's feelings. "I get it, Goten. And you know what? You're right. This is your journey. But don't ever think that being 'Goku's son' is a bad thing. You're your own person, and I'm proud of you, no matter what you choose to do."
Goten managed a small smile. "Thanks, Dad. I just... I don't want to let anyone down."
"You won't," Goku said confidently. "No matter what you do, you're going to be great. And hey, if you ever need help—whether it's with training or with animals—you can always count on me. Just say the word."
Goten looked up at his father, the weight in his chest easing a bit. "Thanks, Dad. I'll figure it out."
As Uub continued his relentless training, a shadow slithered along the jagged rocks, watching him with keen interest. The figure that had observed him earlier, cloaked in blood-red robes and an eerie white mask, remained hidden in the deep recesses of the terrain. This time, however, he wasn't merely watching for entertainment. His time was coming.
"Yes... let it build," the figure whispered, his voice a venomous hiss, like the crackle of distant fire. "Push yourself to your limits, Uub. So much potential, and yet... so much doubt."
The figure shifted slightly, the wind catching the tattered edges of his robes. Behind the mask, a twisted smirk curled his lips as he observed the boy's progress. The shadowy figure knew better than anyone the power Uub held within—a dormant chaos just waiting to be unleashed. And when the time came, Uub wouldn't stand a chance against it—against him.
"How ironic," the figure murmured, his tone dripping with scorn. "To think that a reincarnation of chaos would struggle so desperately to control what was always meant to consume him."
He raised a hand, pale and skeletal, his fingers unnaturally long. As he gestured, dark energy crackled at his fingertips, forming an orb of malevolence. He let it linger there for a moment, his thoughts drifting back to another time, another place, and another student.
"Bibidi," the figure spat the name as though it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "That fool thought he could wield power without truly understanding it. He believed that control was the same as mastery. How pitifully short-sighted."
The orb in his hand pulsed once before dissipating into nothingness. His eyes gleamed behind the mask. "I taught him everything he knew. Everything. And still, he was too arrogant to grasp the truth. Too foolish to recognize his limits. He unleashed Buu, yes, but he never understood the true depth of destruction that creature could bring."
His voice lowered to a dangerous whisper as he watched Uub unleash another volley of energy blasts into the sky, pushing himself harder, faster.
"But you, Uub... you're different, aren't you? You fight against the very thing that gives you power. You want to believe you're in control. But soon enough, you'll understand that control is an illusion."
The wind howled through the canyon, carrying with it the faint echoes of Uub's labored breathing and the crash of his energy against the rocky landscape. The figure folded his arms, his amusement palpable, radiating from the cold smile hidden beneath the mask.
"Bibidi was merely a student—a pawn in a much larger game," he continued, his voice laced with disdain. "He thought he could harness chaos, but chaos cannot be tamed. It consumes everything, just as it consumed him. And now, you, Uub... you are the final piece. The one who will bring the cycle full circle."
The figure's eyes narrowed as he took one last glance at Uub, still oblivious to the presence looming over him.
"Yes, train all you want," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the whistling wind. "But when the time is right, you'll fall just like the rest. And I'll be there to awaken your true self."
With that, the figure vanished into the shadows, his form dissipating like smoke into the crevices of the canyon. Yet his presence lingered—a whisper in the air, a chill that ran down Uub's spine, causing the young warrior to pause in his training, suddenly feeling as though he wasn't alone.
He looked around, heart still pounding from the intensity of his workout, but there was nothing. Just the wind and the stillness of the early morning. Still, Uub couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that someone—or something—had been watching him.
Shaking off the strange sensation, Uub resumed his training, unaware of the ancient and dangerous force that had set its sights on him. The real battle was yet to come.
And in the shadows, the figure—Cadabra—smiled behind his mask. This time, it wouldn't be Bibidi who set the pieces on the board. It would be him. And Uub was already playing into his hands.
Thank you for reading another chapter of "Dragon Ball Legacy", and thank you to those who have already reached out and given me a review on chapter one. It's great to know that you guys are enjoying it thus far! I promise things only get more exciting from here. Uub is doubting himself, Goten is finding his own way, and Cadabra, now revealed to have been Bibidi's mentor, is advancing on his plans in the shadows. I can't wait for you all to see where this story is going!