02-16-2016, 01:09 PM
My very first post on Chubbs:
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The lush green landscape made a large grin spread across the face of the childish Majin Buu as he flew over the fields. He smiled with satisfaction that this world -- the world he had pledged to protect -- was safe. With a slight chuckle, and his arms pointed forward, he burst into full flight. He was garbed in a white gi with a golden belt that latched around his large waist. He also wore a long, hooded purple cape, with shoulder pads to weigh him down so he was forced to work harder during training. The hood was up to conceal the antenna, which some found to be quite strange.
Suddenly, the scent of smoke reached his nostrils, and Buu raised an eyebrow at where the smoke could possibly be coming from. He stopped, and hovered in midair, scanning his surroundings. Then, it appeared in his vision: a town, just nearby, with the thatched roof of a some of its houses burning hard. The fat Majin gasped with shock that such a peaceful looking village could be the sight of such a horrible display. He went into full flight yet again, this time plummeting towards the village. He sped through the atmosphere so fast that his hood flew from his head, and his antenna sprung from concealment.
Buu landed with intense force just outside the village, and a cloud of smoke hid him completely. He rushed from the fog, and into the village. Searching around, he spotted two men kneeling over the body of a dead villager. One of them, an old, bearded man wearing a light orange gi, turned to look at Buu as his footsteps became known. Then, he stood, putting his hands in a position so that he was ready to strike if the newcomer was to try and harm him.
Ignoring the man's defensive gesture, Buu just stared at the dead man with awe. He gulped, finally getting the courage to speak. "What happened?" he asked in his high-pitched, childish voice.
The man in the gi sighed. "Bandits," he muttered, lowering his fists. The other man, dressed in a white robe, stood.
"Bandits have just attacked our village," he explained, "And they killed this man in cold blood. What are we to do, Garet?! Your martial arts wasn't so helpful in this situation, now was it? I told you we needed to try and reason with them before they attacked again, but no, we had to defend the village...well, look where that's got us! Look!"
"Milan, listen," Garet replied harshly, "If we tried to reason with those hooligans all we would get is being forced to give up our harvest, or our people. I cannot sacrifice that."
Milan grunted in frustration. "Garet, you say you will not sacrifice our people, yet your plan has caused the bandits to take one of our own!" Milan dropped back to his kneeling position as he shed tears onto the body. "I will not let this happen again."
"One life is worth it to save thirty."
"Is that how you think of us? Disposable, as long as the others survive?"
"No, I just--"
"Oh, you just thought...there's your excuse again. That's it. This matter is in your hands now. I will not deal with you any further," Milan remarked, tears still streaming from his eyes as he stood and stormed over to his home, one of the few buildings not burning.
Buu, meanwhile, had just stood, watching the argument. He moved closer to Garet, and peeked down at his face, which was staring at the ground. "I think you did the right thing," he said. "You must always defend your people."
Garet looked up. "Really?"
"Yes." Buu nodded childishly.
"Listen, I have a plan. I am going to attack the bandit camp tonight. Secretly. But I am planning on going alone. Please keep this to yourself."
"Wait," Buu protested, "Let me come with you."
"Why?"
"This is why," he remarked, pointing his antenna down at the man's dead body. A continous beam of ki energy shot from his antenna, striking the man with it. He was engulfed in ki energy, and then, when the blast faded, he was perfectly embalmed and in the finest clothes, already placed in a magnificent tomb with the cover leaning on its side. All they needed to do now was move the coffin, have the ceremony, and bury it. "Please," the kind Majin pleaded.
"By Shenron," the man exclaimed, "Alright. You may accompany me."
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...I can't
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The lush green landscape made a large grin spread across the face of the childish Majin Buu as he flew over the fields. He smiled with satisfaction that this world -- the world he had pledged to protect -- was safe. With a slight chuckle, and his arms pointed forward, he burst into full flight. He was garbed in a white gi with a golden belt that latched around his large waist. He also wore a long, hooded purple cape, with shoulder pads to weigh him down so he was forced to work harder during training. The hood was up to conceal the antenna, which some found to be quite strange.
Suddenly, the scent of smoke reached his nostrils, and Buu raised an eyebrow at where the smoke could possibly be coming from. He stopped, and hovered in midair, scanning his surroundings. Then, it appeared in his vision: a town, just nearby, with the thatched roof of a some of its houses burning hard. The fat Majin gasped with shock that such a peaceful looking village could be the sight of such a horrible display. He went into full flight yet again, this time plummeting towards the village. He sped through the atmosphere so fast that his hood flew from his head, and his antenna sprung from concealment.
Buu landed with intense force just outside the village, and a cloud of smoke hid him completely. He rushed from the fog, and into the village. Searching around, he spotted two men kneeling over the body of a dead villager. One of them, an old, bearded man wearing a light orange gi, turned to look at Buu as his footsteps became known. Then, he stood, putting his hands in a position so that he was ready to strike if the newcomer was to try and harm him.
Ignoring the man's defensive gesture, Buu just stared at the dead man with awe. He gulped, finally getting the courage to speak. "What happened?" he asked in his high-pitched, childish voice.
The man in the gi sighed. "Bandits," he muttered, lowering his fists. The other man, dressed in a white robe, stood.
"Bandits have just attacked our village," he explained, "And they killed this man in cold blood. What are we to do, Garet?! Your martial arts wasn't so helpful in this situation, now was it? I told you we needed to try and reason with them before they attacked again, but no, we had to defend the village...well, look where that's got us! Look!"
"Milan, listen," Garet replied harshly, "If we tried to reason with those hooligans all we would get is being forced to give up our harvest, or our people. I cannot sacrifice that."
Milan grunted in frustration. "Garet, you say you will not sacrifice our people, yet your plan has caused the bandits to take one of our own!" Milan dropped back to his kneeling position as he shed tears onto the body. "I will not let this happen again."
"One life is worth it to save thirty."
"Is that how you think of us? Disposable, as long as the others survive?"
"No, I just--"
"Oh, you just thought...there's your excuse again. That's it. This matter is in your hands now. I will not deal with you any further," Milan remarked, tears still streaming from his eyes as he stood and stormed over to his home, one of the few buildings not burning.
Buu, meanwhile, had just stood, watching the argument. He moved closer to Garet, and peeked down at his face, which was staring at the ground. "I think you did the right thing," he said. "You must always defend your people."
Garet looked up. "Really?"
"Yes." Buu nodded childishly.
"Listen, I have a plan. I am going to attack the bandit camp tonight. Secretly. But I am planning on going alone. Please keep this to yourself."
"Wait," Buu protested, "Let me come with you."
"Why?"
"This is why," he remarked, pointing his antenna down at the man's dead body. A continous beam of ki energy shot from his antenna, striking the man with it. He was engulfed in ki energy, and then, when the blast faded, he was perfectly embalmed and in the finest clothes, already placed in a magnificent tomb with the cover leaning on its side. All they needed to do now was move the coffin, have the ceremony, and bury it. "Please," the kind Majin pleaded.
"By Shenron," the man exclaimed, "Alright. You may accompany me."
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...I can't
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